Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Probably the worst blogger ever? Yeah.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Clothes Ramblings
Sunday, May 8, 2011
airports suck
I'm sure everything will be good once I'm actually home, but I hate change sometimes (like now). And I'm really tired. Not that I've been anything but a ball of emotions this week. Really, it's been crazy.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Dublin
it darts from your hands
pulled by high-heeled cobblestone roads
murderous taxis
trampled newspaper mush cigarette butts
years of bikes rusting algae in the Liffey
and mute nights where it only rained.
it takes away spinning
midnight pub worlds with their stomping and dancing and hidden corners
in seconds, takes
picnics of wine and tree climbing castle climbing life swirling,
accents that turn talking
into a song,
and the wind that makes you fly into busy anything streets
into leafy iron gated parks sprawling
with all of Ireland on its lunch break except you have all day.
then turns it all into a dream.
Friday, May 6, 2011
it's so weird right now
The people selling strawberries and grapes out of baby carriages on Henry Street in their best Irish-Cockney accents.
All the performers on Grafton Street.
The flowers!!
Dancing in pubs...
Being able to get into pubs. I still have three whole months before I'm 21!! (NOT FAIR)
Cobblestone streets (except when I'm in heels. I won't miss them then).
The words, "cheers," "gaff," "grand," and "love," and probably a bunch of others. But I'm totally bringing them back.
Not always being carded.
The walk behind christchurch to get to pubs.
Stealing pint glasses. Oh, how I'll miss that.
Multicolored doors.
The walk to campus.
Random hen parties in the lobby.
The accents.
The PEOPLE.
But, one thing I won't miss is being the shortest person wherever I go. And I am excited to go home. Sort of. I'm probably gonna cry on the plane.