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*rising from coffin* I live! I live!
The last few months have gone by so slowly and so so quickly, too. Sad news first: Bents still hasn't shown up. There was a time where there seemed to be a few leads on him, but they all came to nothing... I've also checked the shelter, so I can only hope that he is blessing another family with the joy that comes from owning a big black cat.
The big news is that I spent a month or so in Ireland. I've never loved a place more than I love Ireland. Ireland makes my head light and my heart swell. It's a goregous country, and I had a wonderfully exhausting time while I was there. Jess went with me, and she and I drank a good deal. But I really only got drunk a few nights (and they were all really fun nights). We were perfectly content to go have a pint after a long day of walking around and then being in bed by 11:30. We met some great people in the hostels and the pubs (it was actually an old Irish musican who told me Michael Jackson had died). I am now coniving every scheme I can think of that will take me to Ireland on a permanent basis. It seems easiest to go as a student, but it's also expensive as hell.
Jess flew out from Amsterdam, so we spent a few days there. I have come to the conclusion that I am too old for Amsterdam. It is not a city I enjoy being stoned in (I walk in constant fear of being hit by a tram, a car, or a bike) and everyone is sort of rude to Americans. It's because of stupid 18 year old Americans who go to Amsterdam and go out of their mind with the drinking, drugs and sex. So it's a city that makes me a little paranoid in... which is never a comfortable feeling while you're stoned.
So after Jess left Amsterdam, I booked it down early to Paris to stay with my Frenchie, Olivier. He is a very sweet guy... almost too sweet. No, defenitly too sweet. He cooked for me and went to some touristy things with me (even though I could tell he was only humoring me) and he ordered me great glasses of wine. Paris is much easier to navigate when you're with a Parisian. I also got to go and wander the city on my own while he was at work. The last night I was there was Bastille Day, so we drank a bottle of champagne and stood on a magnificant bridge to watch the fireworks in front of the Eiffle Tower. It was very romantic, and I think he was more moved by it than I was because he asked if we'd make a good married couple. I assumed he was joking. but now I can say that I've spent a week in Paris with a lover- ooo la la!
Also along the way I saw the new Harry Potter movie. I've never walked away from a Harry Potter movie so disappointed! There were some great moments, but I think the ending was so weak that it left me completely deflated. The ending in the book is so stong and exciting, so throughout the movie I dismissed the few things I didn't like hoping that the end would more than make up for them. But in the end I was sad and could only think of everything they left out that I had been excited to see. The whole opening scene between the Muggle Prime Minister and the Minister of Magic? I wanted to see Scrimgoer- I wanted to see the Ministry is a kerfuffle about Voldemort. I wanted to see more Tom Riddle memories- and I especially wanted to see the Gaunts. And the whole battle scene at the end... ugh! It's just such a great book that can't be summed up in two and a half hours. Tom Felton and Rupert Grint... wonderful as always.
So now my summer is being spent idly. My computer has been in the shop for a few days now and I have to go to my office to check my email. Since I don't own a TV and my computer was also my DVD player... I'm pretty bored at home. I read a lot...and clean... but mostly I try to think of errands I need to run or coffee shops I could be sitting in.
The last few months have gone by so slowly and so so quickly, too. Sad news first: Bents still hasn't shown up. There was a time where there seemed to be a few leads on him, but they all came to nothing... I've also checked the shelter, so I can only hope that he is blessing another family with the joy that comes from owning a big black cat.
The big news is that I spent a month or so in Ireland. I've never loved a place more than I love Ireland. Ireland makes my head light and my heart swell. It's a goregous country, and I had a wonderfully exhausting time while I was there. Jess went with me, and she and I drank a good deal. But I really only got drunk a few nights (and they were all really fun nights). We were perfectly content to go have a pint after a long day of walking around and then being in bed by 11:30. We met some great people in the hostels and the pubs (it was actually an old Irish musican who told me Michael Jackson had died). I am now coniving every scheme I can think of that will take me to Ireland on a permanent basis. It seems easiest to go as a student, but it's also expensive as hell.
Jess flew out from Amsterdam, so we spent a few days there. I have come to the conclusion that I am too old for Amsterdam. It is not a city I enjoy being stoned in (I walk in constant fear of being hit by a tram, a car, or a bike) and everyone is sort of rude to Americans. It's because of stupid 18 year old Americans who go to Amsterdam and go out of their mind with the drinking, drugs and sex. So it's a city that makes me a little paranoid in... which is never a comfortable feeling while you're stoned.
So after Jess left Amsterdam, I booked it down early to Paris to stay with my Frenchie, Olivier. He is a very sweet guy... almost too sweet. No, defenitly too sweet. He cooked for me and went to some touristy things with me (even though I could tell he was only humoring me) and he ordered me great glasses of wine. Paris is much easier to navigate when you're with a Parisian. I also got to go and wander the city on my own while he was at work. The last night I was there was Bastille Day, so we drank a bottle of champagne and stood on a magnificant bridge to watch the fireworks in front of the Eiffle Tower. It was very romantic, and I think he was more moved by it than I was because he asked if we'd make a good married couple. I assumed he was joking. but now I can say that I've spent a week in Paris with a lover- ooo la la!
Also along the way I saw the new Harry Potter movie. I've never walked away from a Harry Potter movie so disappointed! There were some great moments, but I think the ending was so weak that it left me completely deflated. The ending in the book is so stong and exciting, so throughout the movie I dismissed the few things I didn't like hoping that the end would more than make up for them. But in the end I was sad and could only think of everything they left out that I had been excited to see. The whole opening scene between the Muggle Prime Minister and the Minister of Magic? I wanted to see Scrimgoer- I wanted to see the Ministry is a kerfuffle about Voldemort. I wanted to see more Tom Riddle memories- and I especially wanted to see the Gaunts. And the whole battle scene at the end... ugh! It's just such a great book that can't be summed up in two and a half hours. Tom Felton and Rupert Grint... wonderful as always.
So now my summer is being spent idly. My computer has been in the shop for a few days now and I have to go to my office to check my email. Since I don't own a TV and my computer was also my DVD player... I'm pretty bored at home. I read a lot...and clean... but mostly I try to think of errands I need to run or coffee shops I could be sitting in.