shredin'

So I have moved.

Not far. From the glamourous life of 530 euros a month for a beautiful apartment that makes you feel like you are entering a world of riches everytime you put the key into the electric lock. I have moved to the life of Brett and Jermaine where your key not-so-willingly opens your door above an electronic shop, into the amiss of cheap-ass rent and incense.

love it.

 i've given up on the dream of riches in dublin and gotten myself a library card, learning slowly how to live off minimal money, and enjoy tescovalue products. though GOOD NEWS has stricken - all those "gst" and "tax returns" that i thought the goverment just didnt like me enough to give, have been going to misaleneous TD account opened in the year 2002. So when I figure out WHAT the fuck this account is, days in spain and greece will soon be my life.

pretty sweet.

there's another story around the corner.

crashed out.

oh what a life it would be, to party every night, stay up until the morning birds sing you to sleep, and never work a day.

unfortunately, fun means money. no way around it.

aaahhhh. stupid economy! stop sucking plz!

i make no sense.

so, as liam pointed out the other night, being in a new place really expands your emotions. you're not just "sad" or "happy" - it's an extremity of one. when you're lonely and sad, you're REALLY lonely and sad. and when you're having a good time - you're having a REALLY good time.


right now i just feel tired.
i found an amazing boy, who's gone to the other side of the country continent.
i found an amazing job, that i feel bad for getting.
i found an amazing apartment, that i can't really afford.

 i'm really glad i did this for myself, i already feel like i've grown so much just from the first day i got here, where i hid on msn. but it all just kind of feels like a fantasy i'm living in sometimes. can i travel around the whole continent? can i make this much money? can i be happy? can i feel so at home, that i don't miss home?

i need a cat, 0r 4.