Scotland and being homless...

Hello ladies and gents. I put this picture up, not because it makes Darko look hot or anything. On the contrary, he looks a bit funny. Apparently he wasn't ready for the picture to be taken. I on the other hand look stunning, not to be arrogant or anything, AND I was drunk off my ass in this picture. It's not everyday that you can be wasted and take a good picture. So, I thought I'd share it with all of you.

So this will be my last blog for a while, because, wait for it, I'LL BE IN SCOTLAND TOMORROW!!!!! WOO HOO FOR SCOTLAND!! I'm super excited. I wish we were already there. Seriously. It'll be nice to finally have a bed. By the time we get there tomorrow, all we're going to want to do is sleep. I'm sure a whole day is going to be wasted sleeping. Not cool. I might have to just suck it up and drink some coffee.

Why am I excited about having a bed you ask? Well because last night and tonight I am homeless. That's right. On the weekends the hostels get full weeks and weeks in advance. I started looking for a room two weeks ago to no avail. Everyday for the past two weeks I've enquired about a bed, to no avail. So last night comes along, and I don't have a bed to sleep in. I was a bit stressed out about it, but not so much. I knew we'd work things out. Because everyone here at the hostel loves me and Darko, they let us sleep on the couches in the lounge, which technically isn't allowed, but whatever. I don't think Darko slept much however. He was too worried about me being comfortable. I kind of felt bad though. If he hadn't had me with him he probably would have slept much better. I like that he was so worried about me though. It's sweet.

It'll be nice to get to Scotland and sleep in a real bed for once.

Well, I'm exhausted. Everyone enjoy their week. I know I will...

Bad moods and Sunshine...

I love my job. I seriously don't mind at all coming to work. I SERIOUSLY wish I could stay here. But, alas, this is my last week, because sadly, I'm just a temp, and even though the girl I'm temping for is going to be out of the office for at least another week or so, I have to go to Scotland next week. Is it bad that I kind of wish we had decided not to go anywhere, just so I could stay in my job? I know come Sunday night I'll be super excited about Scotland, but really, I just like what I do. I never thought I'd like a temping job, but seriously, this isn't like a temp job. I actually DO WORK!!! It's not just filing and typing. My name is actually on letters that are sent out to clients. I am changing databases and opening files. It's so great. I catch on quickly too. I know everyone here LOVES me and will be sad to see me go, especially since next week they'll probably have to get a new temp who isn't nearly as fast and smart as I am. Oh well. Scotland will be fun.

Although I love my job, it definitely keeps me busy and by the time I get home from work I'm so tired, all I want to do is sleep. That's how I felt last night. I was in bed by about 8, and asleep by about 9:30. It was probably better that I went straight to sleep because Darko wasn't in the best of moods either.

Today is his last day of the week because his vacation starts tomorrow. So I'm going to have to get out of bed at 7 and he gets to stay and sleep. Boo. I guess that's something to look forward to next week. Not having to get up at walk for 40 minutes just to get to work.

So, usually we sleep at the hostel, right? Our plane leaves at 6:30 in the morning on Monday morning, which means, in order to get there two hours in advance we would have to leave the hostel at like 3:45, which means we would have to get up by around 3:15. We decided not to book at the hostel and just sleep at the airport. Considering the fiasco I had in NYC last september when they told me the airport closed I was a bit skeptical. However, I refuse to pay 30 Euro to be in a hostel until 3 in the morning. That's just stupid. So I think we're just going to go to the airport at like 10, sleep on the benches till like 5, and then go check into our flight. At least I won't be by myself. That would be a little scary.

Today on my way to work there were people standing on the sidewalk passing out Smoothie drinks for free. Liter bottles of smoothie drinks actually. I though, hey that's cool, a whole liter of smoothie for free. So I took one... And realized why they were giving them away. It was seriously the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted in my entire life. It would have been really good if they had put on strawberries and yogurt in it, but they didn't. They had to add apple and grape, and the grape was incredibly overpowering. You don't realize how sour grapes really are until you mix them with other, not so sour fruits, like strawberries and apples. I still think it was kind of cool for them to be passing out liter bottles of drinks. Next time I hope it's coke zero or Bulmers. Probably won't pass out Bulmers on the street, but how cool would that be.

So I need to replenish my Wachovia account from here, and I don't know how to do it. I'm a bit skeptical about sending my pay checks through the mail to have my mother deposit them. What happens if the checks are lost in the mail, and how much of a delay would there be considering the checks are in Euro's and not Dollars. I thought about transfering money directly into my bank account, via a wire transfer, but that costs €30 per transaction. It may be the easiest way, however. I've never wired money before. Is it difficult?

There are just some things that annoy me about the irish...

The biggest thing is when they ask "Is that alright?" after every instruction they give, whether it's good or bad, or alright or not alright. "I need you to take out one random sheet of paper from all 50,000 files in our cabinets, photo copy it, and put it back in exactly the same place it was in before you took it out. Is that alright?" No it's not alright, and do you really care in the first place. Stupid.

Last night was so much fun...

After the fiasco with Mr. Jerinic going out after he said he didn't want to, the rest of yesterday turned out to be pretty fun. Darko was actually only gone for about two hours, one of which he spent looking for a place to change pounds into euro's. While he was gone Kaveh and I made dinner for us and Daniel. It was so good. It was pasta with this yummy sauce that Kaveh makes. I love when people cook for me, but this time I actually did some of the cooking. Darko came back right as we were finishing and I felt bad because we didn't save him any because I seriously thought he was going to be gone much longer than he actually was.

After dinner we played around a bit in our room, and then started watching a movie with Kaveh and Daniel. They have this great computer that can download movies really quickly, so they had downloaded The Good Shepard. However, we spent a good hour trying to get Slovenian sub titles in the movie, because, although he is completely fluent in English, it helps, especially with confusing movies like the Good Shepard, to have subtitles just for clarification so that if he doesn't understand something, we're not talking through the movie to explain. After fighting with the internet and desperately trying to get subtitles on the movie, to no avail, we decided to just try to watch it. But, the sound wasn't very good, so then we had a confusing movie that couldn't be heard, trying to be watched by someone who is not a native english speaker. So we just gave up.

Let me just pause here and say that we did not do anything on Friday or Saturday night. Nights, after which we wouldn't have to wake up early in the morning. Nope. We're rebels. We go against the grain. We decided to go out on Sunday night to celebrate the Lord's day. Sunday. Both of us have to get up ridiculously early in the morning during the week, but we decide to go out anyway. We went to this bar called the Celt Bar and it was so cool. They had a group of people playing traditional irish music and it was just a very cool environment. We met a group of Darko's friends there and had a grand ol' time. I met an Italian who had his tongue pierced. First person I've met with a tongue ring. So cool. Also, I got seranaded by two old irish dudes when they found out my name was Katie, smacked on the ass by one of the bar tenders, and a kiss on the cheek (is that how you spell that? I feel a bit retarded right now) from another old Irish dude. It was a fucking blast. I loved it. Both Darko and I were completely drunk at this point and we danced a bit to the irish music and then decided to leave.

When we get back to the hostel we see Daniel and Kaveh sitting there. Now, the logical and responsible thing to do would have been to go to bed since we had to get up in the morning. But no. We went out, AGAIN!!!! This time with Daniel and Kaveh in tow. We head to Temple Bar, the touristy part of town, and head into one bar, decide we don't like that one, and then go to this place called Fitzimmons. I'm going to pause here again and mention something that is really cool. I'm with three boys at this point. We walk up to the pub entrance where the bouncers are, they take one look at me, and nod me in without checking ID or anything. I head into the bar and turn around and realize that they have stopped all three boys to check ID. Fantastic. I love being a girl. The bouncers are so much more friendly to girls then boys. So Fitzimmons is a bar with a nightclub in the basement. We grab some drinks from the bar and head down to the basement, where we continue to get plastered and head to the dance floor. I have never had so much fun dancing with a boy in MY LIFE. Seriously. It was so much fun. I seriously want to do it all the time. He was ready to leave after a bit, but I convinced him to stay a bit longer and dance with me. So he did. We finally left around 1:30, leaving Daniel and Kaveh because they had run into people they worked with, and headed back to the hostel, where we passed out after about 2 minutes. I seriously had a blast.

Until of course I had to wake up this morning. Man do I have a hangover. I was hoping that I could come into work and that they wouldn't need me and I could go home. But the girl who I was temping for last week broke her leg and won't be in this week or next week. So, needless to say, I have to stay. But, it's not really a big deal because I don't mind my job. If I could stay here for the duration of my stay I would. I would love to be able to come in next week for this girl, but I'LL BE IN SCOTLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The weekend started out well, got really bad, and then ended on a high note, PLUS, mom bought me some jeans that she's going to send to me here in Ireland so I'm not spending 60 dollars on a pair of old navy jeans. Hopefully I'll get them by the time I get back from Scotland.