Off to der fatherland

I leave tomorrow morning for Munich. I'm pretty excited because a: Oktoberfest, b: I get to see my parents for the first time in a month and a half, c: I get to escape from my paranoia about being frozen out of my group of friends, and d: I get to take a shower. The hot water in our apartment hasn't been working since Wednesday and I haven't showered since Tuesday. I'm pretty icky right now. 

I'm just gonna sit around on my couch tonight and enjoy some movies/Arrested Development and possibly some ice cream. 

Update: The store I went to didn't have ice cream. I had to settle for a combo of sour gummies and peanut M&Ms. Not the same. I am le sad.

I make bad life choices.

Current time- 11:41GMT. 

Number of hours until I have a paper due- no idea because I'm sleepy and bad at math. But it's due by 5 tomorrow. 

Number of hours I wasted today instead of sitting down and writing 6 pages- far too many.

How much I hate myself for picking this paper topic- a lot.

It's a bad sign, I feel, that I'm so annoyed with myself right now that I can't even be excited about the fact that I booked a flight for Prague for the week after the Amsterdam trip.

Random thing of this post: I'm training myself to like things that I really didn't care for at home, just by consuming them a lot (coffee, whiskey, and most surprisingly, tea.) 

Melon is not high on the list of things that I'm going to like by the time I come home. Stout beer, however, is next on the list. 

I should probs get back to the paper I'm writing. I don't like this whole being in school thing, not while there's so much other shit to do. I apologize for the whiny incoherence of this post, I'm pretty dead right now.

omgwtfbbq

New version of iTunes. 

Has a function that makes playlists based on what music in your library goes well together.

I'm so confused.

And intrigued.

And aroused?

roommate decision

I've reached the decision that I'm going to be that mysterious, esoteric roommate who is pretty much never around. Probably. Unless one of the next people who moves in seems awesome, or seems like they know where we can buy weed. 

But it is likely that I'm not going to interact a lot with the strangers. I feel like I should, but I also don't think they want to really closely befriend someone leaving at Christmas. *shrug* 

We'll see what happens.

Oh, and the awkwardness begins

So I'm just sitting on the couch in my apartment, messing around on Facebook or what have you, when the front door opens. And in walks two new roommates. 

They both have rather thick accents and I'm having some trouble understanding them, and I only caught one of their names. This is going to be really awkward. Also they're both freshmen or whatever the Irish equivalent of freshmen is. 

I don't know how to act when I have complete strangers living with me. I've never really done it--the first apartment of the trip didn't count because I had at least known them for a few days, and I talked to Ashley a bunch before we moved in. 

I'm unfamiliar with the protocol of this sort of situation. For example, in a little while, I'm going to go to the market; should I invite them, or at least tell them I'm going...? Or should I just leave...? And tonight, when we go to the pub to play beer pong, do I invite them? Do I have to let them know if I have friends coming over? HOW DOES THIS WORK???

Fuck. This is awkward.

Also, completely unrelated to the roommate thing: I booked a ticket to Amsterdam last night! I go the second weekend of November! Hooly hoo!

I should be sleeping. I need to get up in 5 hours.

It has recently been pointed out to me that my travelogue sucks due to the lack of entries posted.

I take offense to this and rebut this claim by posting some brief tidbits about life, etc and some photos. 

#1: Check out my sexy professor. Not a great picture because I was taking it while being creepy.

#2: I love cider. It's pretty much the best thing ever, and it averages an alcohol content on par with Guinness (about 4.6%). And pints are considerably bigger here than at home. It's nice, because they cost so fucking much.

#3: I have a knee injury that I am pretty sure will never heal. It may prevent me from joining ultimate frisbee club. It will not keep me from joining Pirate Society and something called Cowpunchers. I'm not sure what Cowpunchers is other than the fact that I have a crucial need to join it.

#4: There are Dementors living in the Hogwarts building on campus. They're pretty much the scariest things ever.

#5: Best places to get food when you have the drunchies? Tie between Hillbilly's Fried Chicken and Abrakebabra. I kid you not, my friends.

#6: Catch 22 is playing September 21 at a local pub. And it's free to get in. I'm jazzed. Other people didn't seem so excited; most replies were "I don't know who that is." I don't care. I'm so going. And, knee injury aside, I'm gonna skank my ass off.

#7: When we were in Dublin at the beginning of the trip, I saw Riverdance drunk. It was pretty awesome except for the slow bits where I nodded off. I had a big day as a whiskey taster at the Jameson distillery about two hours before the show. It was a good day.

#8: In about 5.5 hours I need to be on a bus to Dublin. I'm going to bed.