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Name: Laurie
Country: Ireland
Metro: Dublin
Birthday: 7/19/1979
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, walking, internet, meeting new people, art, soccer, photography, movies, people watching
Expertise: Making a bollox out of myself...
Occupation: Administrative
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
9/13/2004
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| Yeah so I did absolutely nothing today but sit on the net and play games and I chatted with a new friend I made. I went to the dentist at half 4 and I felt like I was on another planet....maybe its because I wasnt feeling well today. I got in there and it just felt like everything I said or did I made an ass out of myself. Well as usual it was a pleasure to get my teeth scraped by a sharp metal object and being told that I need to floss more and that I have a cavity that needs filling. The thing is I just filled the fuckin thing before I moved to Ireland, and its already in bits. I shouldnt have gotten those damn white ones, I didnt know they dont last forever! I HATE getting fillings. I can already taste the metal in my mouth and I want to puke.
I got into a fight with Dec this evening as well. I keep getting the feeling he follows me into the room when I am on the computer....I just feel like he still doesnt trust me after that Stewart incident. I dunno, I just kind of went off on him and then he screamed at me that he was sick of me being so agressive towards him. I know I am in the wrong but I refuse to apologize.
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| The next day (Tuesday) we got up bright and early to go on the Loch Ness tour. I had the alarm set for 6:30, but was woken up about 10 minutes earlier cos Donna got up and switched the light on. She was apparently so paranoid about the cleanliness in that place that she had a dream that she got lice and was scratching non-stop. It was purely psychological, due to the fact earlier the day before we saw some filthy backpackers with dredlocks walking around near us and Donna said she bet those were the type of people that had been sleeping in the hostel we were in. That was probably spot on....since the place smelled like a filthy kip and body odor. Anyway, since I had been woken up, I decided it was best that I just go ahead and get on with getting ready. I was looking forward to getting a nice hot shower, so I got in there and pushed the button in and 5 seconds later, the water turned off so I figured I didnt press it in all the way. I pressed it again and 3 seconds later, it shut off again. This is when I could have lost my head, but I just tried to stay calm because I knew at this point the shower was broken and I was going to have to stand there with my finger on the button if I wanted to get one. After my very quick shower, I got out and told Donna about it and she pitched a fit. I told her to try it but she refused, so she decided to wait on getting the shower. Finally we got out of there at a quarter to 8 and walked to the tour office. We got our tickets and got on the bus. The tour guide finally got on and we got on our way. This was going to be a 12 hour tour, so I was hoping the guy would be cool, but he was a complete prick. My first inkling should have been when I was outside and asked him which bus was for Loch Ness, to which he replied very curtly that it was the bus that had the door opened. Whatever. He laid out all these rules we were supposed to abide by while on "his" bus. Firstly was no mobile phones, since he had heard mine ring, he pointed out it was rude for others to have to listen to our phone convos. WTF?? Secondly, we were to wear a seatbelt at all times. Ok fair, enough, it is a law in the country. Thirdly, no headphones cos he wasnt going to have to listen to our music. If we couldnt act as part of a group, he would let us off and we could make our way back to High Street. I suddenly had a flashback that I was still in elementary school from the way I was being spoken to. The tour guide from the first tour I had taken was way cooler, and had alot more personality. This guy was an asshole, and we were stuck with him the whole day. Other than his attitude, which was needless to say, a take no bullshit kind of attitude, the tour was fantastic. We started off going through Stirling, which I had been to before, on to Glencoe, which were some really fantastic mountains. Then we made a couple of photo stops. The scenery was gorgeous and there is so much history to it.
I couldnt help but think of Braveheart when we were in the Highlands, even though most of that movie was filmed in Ireland. We finally got to the highlight of the tour, Loch Ness and Urqhart Castle, which was absolutely fabulous. The weather was so beautiful, I couldnt have imagined a more perfect day to be there. The castle was awesome, although there were way too many tourists there.
Donna and I took in the sight and just sat around at the castle trying to spot Nessie. I dont think anyone could actually see it if it actually was there cos the water is so dark and deep and it seemed to be churning constantly. Finally we got back on the bus and the tour seemed to be winding down since we were heading back to Edinburgh. There was nothing else to really see. The real drama happened that night when we went out drinking.
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| Ok, moving on from earlier...so nothing that exciting happened that night, the next day (Sun.) we went on a Dublin bus tour around the city, which was nice. I know its extra touristy, but you get to see alot of good stuff in the city like that. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm. That night we ate at a sushi restaurant and just chilled out and had a few drinks because the following day we had to get up extra early for our flight to Edinburgh. I am still kicking myself in the ass for booking that flight on Ryan Air because the flight took off at 7:10am, which was just fucking appalling. I was all nervous as well because I was supposed to be meeting Stewart the next day. I still couldnt quite figure out what my feelings were about that. I guess I really didnt think about it that much till the next morning. I got up at 4:30am (I dont think I've ever been up that early in my life) and the taxi arrived to collect us at 5. We get to the airport, check in and wait around, and I am in another dimension because I'm so tired. We get on the plane and arrive in Scotland 45 minutes later. I was anxious to see the place we were staying because it was a hostel and I've never stayed in one of those before. In the back of my mind I knew it was going to be a fuckin kip, but I hoped for the best. We get on the airport bus and I texted Stew and told him we had arrived and he said he would be getting on the train shortly. I asked him to wait because we hadnt even gotten settled in yet and he said alright. Anyway, finally we got a taxi to the place and when it pulled up, Donna and I sort of looked at each other cos it looked like a dive, and sure enough, when we got into the reception area, it was exactly that! We were trying to decide whether to take off or not, only Donna had booked this on her credit card and if we didnt cancell 24 hrs before, she would be charged anyway, and besides, the reason we had to stay there in the first place was cos we couldnt find any other accomodation. Everything seemed to be booked. The girl at the desk told us we couldnt check in till 11, so we left our stuff there and took off walking to find a place to eat. Meanwhile Stew is asking me when he should leave, he seemed pretty eager to get there. I just asked him to hold off till 12. We arsed around till about 11 and went back in there. When we got our keys and opened the door where the flat was located, I nearly died...it was the scariest looking place I had ever seen, and that was just the stairwell!! It was like something from a cheesy horror film. My fears grew as we reached the door to the flat- one of the door panels had been punched out and replaced with a board to cover the hole. Donna and I were just like omg..what have we gotten ourselves in to! I opened the door and the smell in there nearly knocked me out. It was like someone had mopped the bloody floor with toilet water, it smelled horrible! The floor was sticky also, so whoever did the fuckin cleaning in there obviously didnt give a shit, if it was in fact clean to begin with. So we open the door to our room and I just started laughing. It was the size of a shoebox. There were 2 twin beds by an open window with ongoing contruction right outside, and I dont mean just a digger running, it was jackhammers, chiselling, the works. There was a cheap plywood closet and desk in the other corner of the room, no mirror or anything. The rest of the flat was disgusting, the common room smelled of piss and every surface I was unfortunate enough to touch was sticky. I told Donna we had to get out of there, I didnt care, and then she said it wasnt that bad. Was she kidding??? I wouldnt put my dog in that place! She decided to take a shower and when she came back in she had changed her tune completely. She was disgusted cos of the smell in the hallway and she said it took everything she had not to gag. She had her socks on just to walk down the hallway and they were already black with dirt. We decided to go complain to management about the room and to see if we could get a refund. This is the real kicker...we went to leave the flat, and when we got to the door, the fucking doorknob was missing from the inside and the lock was broken!! There were 2 other girls in the apartment and they didnt seem to have a clue what was going on, but they wanted to leave too. Donna ended up having to put her body through the hole in the door and unlocking it from the outside. I had already had enough, and it was only 11:30am. The worst was yet to come though...more about that later. | | |
| So much has happened to me in the last week, so I thought it would be a good idea for me to open this account and start writing the things down that I think and the things that happen to me in everyday life. I remember when I used to keep a journal in high school I always felt so much better at the end of the day after unloading my frustrations and writing them down. I wish I had kept the journal continuously throughout the years because that could have been a good source of therapy for me. So, here was my crazy week, and its a bit long winded! I guess this all started when Donna came to visit last Saturday....
Decie and I got up at about 7:30 so we could get out to the airport to get her by 9. We went into town on the bus and then got off on Dawson St. to wait for the airport bus to collect us. There was supposed to be one every 15 minutes, but 20 minutes later there was still no sign of the damn thing, so we got a taxi out, which cost like 25 euro! Anyhoo, we got inside and went to the arrivals to wait for her to come out and we started to get a bit worried cos it was quarter to 10 by the time she finally came out. I havent actually seen Donna in 2 years almost so I almost didnt recognise her cos she had lost an awful lot of weight, which she was always skinny, but she seemed to be even thinner than I remembered. I admit there was a twinge of jealousy cos I will never be as small as her! Anyway, we went to go withdraw some money for the taxi home and there were 4 old American tourists in front of us and I swear to God it was as if they had never used an ATM before because they took fucking forever to withdraw money, meanwhile theres a massive queue building behind them. Morons! So, we finally get into the taxi and get back to Rathmines, and it seems that Donna still isnt sleepy. I could see by the look on her face when she got in here that she was surprised at how small apartments are here. She was probably thinking about how uncomfortable it was gonna be for the next week being all cramped together! So, we actually went into town so Decie could buy a blow up bed to sleep on and we ended up walking through Stephens Green and all up and down Grafton Street. I knew then that she was starting to get delirious, so we went back to the apartment and she went to sleep for a few hours. *I will finish this later, cos Dec is wondering what I am doing here typing away* | | |
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