This is Katie... signing off from Dublin...

There will be no more posts until after I get home...


That is, after the end of the reclusive stage I inevitably will encounter upon my arrival back to the states...



Once I feel strong enough to actually leave my room I will compile my thoughts on the whole experience, my expectations for the future, etc, and share them with you all...



P.S. Just one thing though... Last night Darko and I read a book together. We sat in two chairs facing each other, my legs propped up on his, and we took turns reading out loud from the book... i will miss the small things...

I called in sick today...

Last night I thought I was getting the flu. You know, like I was nauseaous, I had body aches, I was tired, and incredibly cold. So after I got off work I came home to a lovely meal of pork chops, potatoes, and salad. It was beautiful. And even better because I had asked him to cook. Too bad I couldn't eat any of it. I went to bed around 6:30 and slept pretty much through the night.

I woke up this morning and still felt a little sick, but not nearly as bad as I did yesterday. So I called in sick and have been relaxing most of the day today. There is nothing better than sleeping in until 10:30 then cuddling till 12 only to be cooked lunch. Amazing. I wish I didn't ever have to work but still had money to live. That would be the best.

That's it for now. Just wanted to post a quick hello, because now I'm laying down for another nap:-)

Another Lazy Sundy

Welp, this week's been about the same as the last few weeks. Not a whole lot going on. Work, live, work, sleep, sleep, etc. etc. etc.... But I'm doing it in Europe, so that makes it much more fun.

Today marks the one month time period for when I'm supposed to come home. That's right ladies, in exactly one month from today I am supposed to be getting on a plane to come back to the states to live a miserable existence before heading to law school, where my miserable existence will be multiplied due to the fact that I will be living in a tiny mountain town that has a population of roughly 500 and will be completely alone.

Now, what would all of you do in my situation? There's nothing I can do. That's right. I'm doomed to be miserable for the rest of my life. Drama much?

Darko says I should come home in May and he will follow later. I'm a bit skeptical, but that's becauase I'm skeptical about everything. I can't help thinking that maybe that's the best thing considering it's going to cost a bit to change my ticket, and I won't be able to work, thus I won't have a whole lot of money. Know what I mean. But it makes me so sad when I think about leaving. I was almost in tears today. Seriously.

Bleh. This sucks.

It would have been much easier if I had just stayed home. Coming here was a bad idea.

It's a PMS day...

You know how I know? Because I woke up this morning in a good mood, had one thing go wrong, and now feel like crying and sulking for the rest of the day.

There's this place called Bella Roma, which is one of our favorite Italian restuarants in the city. Well I haven't had it in a long time and the last time he had it I wasn't with him. So yesterday I asked if we could go and he said we'll go tomorrow around 12. I got really excited. At 11:30 this morning I woke him up and said "Can we go now?" and he said, get some soup to tide you over, we'll go in two hours. I didn't want soup, and felt resentful (the first pms clue) that he didn't jump up when I woke him, so I bought myself a sandwich, and was in the process of eating it when he came downstairs not ten minutes later. I just looked at him and kept eating my sandwich. I was looking so forward to going to Bella Roma and then to O'Briens for coffee. Had he just gotten up when I told woke him this wouldn't have happened. Pissed. That's what I was. Then the feeling refused to go away.

Later, he walks over to me and says "Lionel wants us to go to Pheonix Park for a barbecue. Call him and make arrangements". Not appreciating him telling me what to do. I said "I don't want to call him, you call him." We argued over who was going to call him and in the process his phones falls off the table and breaks open on the floor. Nothing that can't be fixed easily, but he scoops up all the pieces and slams them into the trash can and says "Then neither one of us will call him" and storms off. This would have been the second phone in a week that he lost, so as I'm digging the pieces out of the trash (luckily it was early in the day before it got really full) I was getting angrier and angrier (second pms clue). I get the phone together and working and storm into the living room and slam it down on the couch next to him and tell him he's an asshole (third pms clue) and storm out.

So I call Lionel and ask what the situation is, and he tells me they're going to have a bar-bq at Pheonix Park, etc, etc, and that he'd give us a call when he had more details, which pissed me off even more becuase if he was just going to call us back then why the fuck did I need to call him in the first place. So I seriously talked to Lionel three times before we left. He calls at like 3 and says, ok, be at the meeting spot in 15 minutes (the meeting spot being 20 minutes away). I hate being rushed. But apparently Darko hasn't caught on to that point yet. He starts rushing me and then looks at what I'm wearing and says "We're going to a barbeque. It's ridiculous for you to wear that". Let me fill you in on what I had on, and you all determine whether it was appropriate for the occasion. Keep in mind it's roughly 75 degrees outside, sunny, with a slight breeze. Dark Jeans, a black short sleeved shirt, flip flops, and pearls to finish off the effect. Raise your hand if you think that's inappropriate for a barbeque. Yeah, I didn't think so either. So I changed shoes threw on a longsleeved black T, but kept the pearls.

Since we were in a hurry we were walking really fast through the streets of Dublin. Because Darko had made me change shirts, I was sweating, and then we get to the grocery store and meet up with Lionel. This is what I see: Lionel, Nicky (a boy), Brad, another two boys I don't know, and Darko. So I say to Lionel "Is this supposed to be just a boy thing". And he looks at me and I can tell he feels kind of bad and he says "Yeah, sort of." I just looked at him and then said "You couldn't have told me this one of the 75 times we talked today, BEFORE i walked all the way down here to meet you". He said "I'm sorry, I thought it would be kind of rude to say that to you" (which maybe it would have, but I would have appreciated it more than being told to go away once I got there). So I said "Well I'm not going to go if it's just a boy thing, so I'll see you boys later" and proceeded to walk all the way back by myself in the Africa heat.

Then when I got back to the hostel I tried to get into my locker to get out the computer. Darko has a tendency to change the combonation without telling me. Today was NOT the best day to do that. I tried the combo probably 10 times before calling him and saying "Did you change the fucking combonation" and him giving it to me, with me hanging up without saying goodbye.

All day I haven't been able to shake the pissy feeling. At all. Which is how I know it's PMS. When it's not I can usually get over it pretty quickly. But not today.

It's so frustrating.

And it's even worse because I know Darko feels bad about everything, but nothing he does cheers me up when I'm like this, and then I feel even worse. So it sucks.

Anyway. I'm going to go sulk now. Have a beautiful day.