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ok so seriously, you guys don't blog and that's really lame. the only person i'm keeping in touch with on this blog is myself, and even though i love talking about/to myself, sometimes i do find room for others in my life.
my semester is coming to an end (i dont know if ye heard, but i didn't graduate college last year) and i just can't wait for the school part to be over. this week is called "christmas days" at my school-- everyone just gets wasted and drinks all day all week. in fact, i normally have to queue for a computer in the library but not today because it is so empty. you have to get tickets to get into the bar on campus this week which is stupid so i didn't but neither did any of my roommates or friends, so its fine. i have a fucking essay due tomorrow and i'm procrastinating doing the research for it and actually writing it, so i'm here rattling on about nothing. i basically just want to get wasted right now. i was really shitty last night and may have drunk dialed some of ye but i don't remember right now. my finals start on saturday. my first one is american literature. i have only read the two poe stories i used for my essay so far so i'm kind of fucked.
enough about school. i booked a one way ticket to amsterdam last week. i leave 18 december and from there plan to go to rome. i will be in rome for christmas-- apparently our lord baby jesus text messaged the pope to let him know i would be on the continent, and the pope has since requested my presence in the vatican city for baby j's birthday bash. we all know that i would never go against what the pope tells me to do, so i'm going. from there i go to paris, and then fly to dublin for new years eve. then i'm coming back to limerick and making one more trip to london before i come home. so basically that's awesome.
i just wanted to bring to your attention that i actually may never come home. i have what could loosely be referred to as a stalker here in ireland. i met him at a bar one night and he has since decided that we are meant to be whether i like it or not. last week i had to be escorted to my taxi at 4:30am (i was going to barcelona for the weekend) by security because he kept calling my phone and telling me he loves me and would wait outside for me until i came out, along with other scarier things. it's actually pretty horrible, and sometimes when he calls i shake and cry because he is a fucking psycho. i suppose it comes as no surprise though, because we're all aware that the only person who could ever possibly love me would have to be an absolute lunatic. so that's just a heads up that i may not make it back. he hasn't called in a few days because i asked the police to call him and tell him to stop stalking me. he's pretty persistent though, so he might pop up out of nowhere and chop my body into small pieces and deposit it in the scenic river shannon which is just a few steps outside my door.
i could actually write loads more, but i'm almost positive that this is already the longest blog in the history of Git R done. judging by the frequency of postings, i'm guessing you guys are all too busy to read this whole thing anyway. but ye should really write and tell me what's going on in your lives, that way it will be easier for me to avoid doing my school work.
zhe and matt-- i would come to your christmas party, but i have a final the next day and i live in ireland.
i miss all your faces and will be sure to ignore you and act like i don't really know you anymore when i get back to the states.
--lizzy scags