musique

so... hungover... cramps...

berlin night clubs are definitely something else. i've never just been able to dance like that before, the music was flowing right through me...

Berlin recap... Got here on Wedesday, night after St. Paddy's day.. Jet lagged + Hangover = sleep until Thursday. Thursday I uh.... damn, I've already forgotten. I should update this more often.
Fridayy... Oh, we invite Australian boy (Luke) over and he brings Turkish goods. Thing's get a little weird.

Come Saturday... Market! Market's are tres busy. Got yummy goods, led to baked delicious Lasagna goodness, had Larissa over (super fun and where I want to be when I'm 27)... went to go see Luke play! People smoke in bars everywhere. Berlin is fun at night.

Sunday morning.. awkaen.. surprisgningly.. go see the coolest market ever! Followed by yummy brunch. The rest of my day appears to be a blur.

I know on Monday I went to the zoo, which was fun, but mildly depressing. I played games with a polar bear, and took sympathy on the monkeys... Tuesday, being yesterday, we went to the "East Side Gallery" and explored more amazing Berlin graffiti afterwards, had amazing chai tea latte. Did a bit of funky shopping, got me nails did.

Today we ventured to "Alexander Platz" and took the TV tower, it's the CN tower but looking over Berlin to put it briefly. Nice view though! Then checked out the Holacaust memorial (depressing, but interesting) and some neat shops along the way. Tonight I believe we're going to Larissa's to prime for "Watergate" (a bar that doesn' open until 12.... bad news). Hopefully I will awake tomorow for my last day in Berlin, seriously debating hitting up legoland, or the DDR museum... we'll see.

I'm looking forward to my return to Ireland, but I will miss the cheapness of Berlin deeply. Looking forward to seeing certain bearded creatues though ; )

oops

hahahaha.

i have a serious case of "beard burn"


it could be fatal.

Updatessss?

I found an apartment to live in at the end of the month!
I avoided moving in with a random irishman!
I am taking the room of a cute Canadian boy.
I got drunk on St. Paddy's day in the heart of Dublin.
I have a weird thing going on in my chin.
I'm in Berlin!
I'm happy I'm not staying in a hostel anymore.

Yeah... I'm lazy and tired.

I am the most fickle person I know.

Blah Blah Blah I'm so lonely I wish I had a boyfriend.....
Oh wait, I push everyone away that tries to get in.

I have a cold.
Gay.
I actually can't wait to go to Berlin.

I have numbers on my irish phone!

Jeez, I likes to blog!

After 14 hours of sleeping I woke up feeling better overall, minus this weird cough thing I've got going on.. However I travelled all the way to "Sandyford" to see this beautiful apartment, owned by a beautiful south african! We got on really well, she was just concerned about not finding a job and having to leave (oh yeah, the immigration guy lol'd at me when i told him i came here to work) but I guess we'll see, sure would like a place to live.

After that I took the Luas back into town to do some "Therapeutic" shopping (I don't really know why they call it that - spending money just stresses me out) Walked and Walked down all the lovely streets (I'd post pictures but I'm apparently really smart and forgot the USB cord to sync my camera..) Anyways, after litteraly losing the bottoms of my shoes, I decided going back to the hostel was a good call, unfortunately I had walked to the opposite end of town. But a lovely Australian girl directed me back, and invited me out for drinks tonight! yay for friends!

So thing's are looking up, I'm very nervous about this job situation though, stupid recession...

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps..

So you all lose, I made it to Ireland in one piece, barely.

The day has been interesting, On the tourist persepective I would just say that this place is fantastic, everything I could want in a city. No one stop for everything bullshit. But on the more emotional perspective, I am left with this question circling around my head in never ending circles:

Can a person change?

I mean, it's harder to change in front of people you know, because they well, already know you, and expect a certain way. But moving to a country where you know no one, you could hypothetically get away with it. For me though, I don't particularly want to change. I like myself, and the way I get along with people, that is when I know them, even for a minute. The thing I don't like about myself is my fear of doing thing's by myself, even simple thing's like going to the gym, or striking up a conversation with a stranger. And it's not that I don't want too, I would love love love someone to approach me. Going to Ireland by myself was kind of a challenge I purposely put on myself to get me out of this way, and to be completely honest, I am failing at the challenge. I mean, I came, so I guess that's a start. And I am aware of it, but I can't get myself out of it. And as much as I would to run crying home to my friends right now, I will not, I will not let this one day (that was run on about 5 hours sleep in the past 48) define this for me, I will take advantage of the city, I will start a life, I will find great friends. (Not as great as the one's I've already got though : )) However, I am pretty emo, so I'll leave you with this... (ps words of encouragement would be greaaaat right now haha)

In a city with hundreds of people passing you by the minute, I've never felt so alone.