weird
i dont really have anything exciting to say about bloomsday or dublin as a whole. it just sort of happened and was about being there on that day and doing the things bloom does, so i bought a bar of lemon soap at sweney's and had a cheese sandwhich for lunch and ate at the ormond, now closed, and saw davie brynes pub and so on and so on. oh yeh, and i pulled on sandymount strand, i was gerty he was bloom, only we did more than look at each other and imagine the acts to be committed. maybe not quite accurate but still enjoyable. the joyce centre was interesting, and really well designed with quotations on the walls in this sort of glow in the dark lettering kind of thing. i met the new director and we were talking about the different versions of the text [although to be honest, i had no idea she was the director until the next day when i saw her picture in the paper and it was talking about all the stuff she was planning to do with the centre, because i just was trying to decide which copy to buy as a souvenier of the day and cause the one i ended up getting was wrapped so i could not inspect it, i asked and that was how we began the whole thing, cool, i think] i heard some really impressive recitations of chapters but my two favorite were the orgasim scene in in Nausicaa and the orgasmic one in Penelope because they were done by these old ass women and it wam amusing to see them panting and miming these orgasms in text. but when the one got to "thats one true thing he said in his life the sun shines for you today" i got goosebumps. it was beautiful and marvelous. the hotel was uber posh, the beds so insanely comfortable that i just passed out when my head hit the pillows. and they had a gym. but the treadmill was in kilometers. the meals were seriously 3 hour events including 3-4 courses. so fresh and well prepared. delightful. i got back in time to take part in the pub crawl, something i am still recovering from now, as i puked twice this morning and am still bloated from the wine i pounded. not good, especially since i am going home soon and the last thing i need is to be/feel fat or sick. or both. ahhh. i thought that was over. but the thing is, i feel bad because i cant run. so its infecting me that way. i didnt eat that much yesterday but because i couldnt go on my run, i feel like a heifer. yeh. anyway. for dinner, i lied in the last post. we didnt have pauper, we had a huge feast as a going away kind of thing. ash and i made [of course] pasta salad. tray and suzz, tray's show stopping bruscetta, and cait made this garlic rice which was more garlic than rice and sooo effing good. even though all the garlic tastes total minging when it comes back up. and it gets that garlic flavoured throw up left over in your mouth. i have brushed my teeth like 10 times already today. i bought another book...ooops that val said i should read. i am peeved that the luggage limit is lowered. that blows. hell, i might leave everything here and just start a new wardrobe. nah. cant afford it. nor do i want to get smaller trousers on that ever off chance i go back up a size, if i have even lost any...there i go again. my bad. stop. i cant wait to see my philly peeps, brad and malek. and then my usf ones at the wedding! hotT because after that its time to party like white trash in phillt before starting to work. and i may be not homeless. hooray! although i may need a new computer..err...
"It's lucky I only have one of these, he said. I can see where you'd never think about anything else."
o yeh, and i repeat the disclaimer about the poetry because i realize it was not the most clear. the poems are intentionally crap because i dont acctually feel anything that corrosponds to them. i invented the feelings and from these false thoughts etc wrote the poems. so its sort of like me being someone else and writing poetry as if i were they, that is, completely seperate from myself. but its nice to think people do care about you =)
"this looks like swing dancing but really it's just moving around the floor trying not to bump into anybody else "
"It's lucky I only have one of these, he said. I can see where you'd never think about anything else."
o yeh, and i repeat the disclaimer about the poetry because i realize it was not the most clear. the poems are intentionally crap because i dont acctually feel anything that corrosponds to them. i invented the feelings and from these false thoughts etc wrote the poems. so its sort of like me being someone else and writing poetry as if i were they, that is, completely seperate from myself. but its nice to think people do care about you =)
"this looks like swing dancing but really it's just moving around the floor trying not to bump into anybody else "