Pretty shitsy day it turned out to be. I bought a disgusting, rancid, horrible, vomitable candy bar from a polish shop in lim city. It was the most foul thing I've ever had the displeasure to try. It was what looked to be a hard sugar dough stick with what looked the brown cinnamon swirls striped throughout, i broke off a piece expecting a gooey pulling motion, but it slowly and crustily broke apart, with these jagged split ends on each side. The sheer texture of the bar was discomforting, but I decided to try it anyway since I had paid .97E for it. The first bite was comparable to sticking a dead foot in my mouth. I chewed it like someone had a large gun to my chin, speaking polish and saying, "Das right. Choo eet up." I wanted to throw up. Then I offered some to Dan.
Dan was highly reluctant as per the hideous faces I was making as I suffered through my piece. He was a man about it, from what I remember. We both agreed that neither of us wanted to eat it, so he suggested I give it to my flatmate. I could never give this bar to anyone. It'd be homocide via polish treats.
Later we wandered through the streets and got stopped by a man in a red car saying he was the police and that we, tourists, are not allowed to be in this particular part of the city. No problem.
We went into Dunnes and shopped around for a bit of food, I got a bag of bread that as Dan says, "Is gift wrapped." He's absolutely right.
By the way, on a previous note, dancing the macarena is apparently great practice for one who plays rugby, says some large eastern european man at the stables on a friday night.
Back to the story, so, we got out of Dunnes and went to look for the bus stop on William Street. It was a fairly easy find, but it seemed like forever since I was carrying a deliciously chilly jug of milk in my hand and a backpack full of ketchup, pasta sauce, ritz crackers and a set of bed sheets.
By the way, the sequel- I wanted to do laundry saturday but I couldn't get tokens from reception, which was the lamest thing in the world seeing as how I brought my entire pillowcase full of dirty crusty clothes all the way to the laundrette just to make an angry face and walk back to my apartment. ugh!
So Dan and I found le bus eirann and sat quietly for twenty minutes! We got back to the university and we went our separate ways since Dan had a creamy dairy mint treat to get into a freezer. There was no one else on campus when we got there, so being alone at perhaps 1830 didn't spook me in the least, seeing as I went for a walk at 630 am that morning, then I came home and made eggs in the dark. I got to my apartment section and saw four kids, ranging in ages from 13-19 hanging around in black wifebeaters, black sneakers, gelled spikey hair, freckles and necklaces with crosses resting on their pale hairless chests. The youngest was a red haired rascal who had no problem telling me his life story, jumpy and enthusiastic as ever. According to, someone locked all their bikes in the bike sheds. We have bike sheds? I guess so.
So the one boy with longer black hair and no shirt, ripped jeans and a bit of a belly on him, my guess is a 15 year old, told me about how his mom bought him this bike and someone stole it, I wasn't listening as intently as I should because the two 19 year olds were eyeing me up. They needed a key card to get into the bike sheds, and seeing as how they did not live here, they asked if they could use mine. They were decent at first, but rambunxious (uhh, yea) as balls five minutes into this ordeal. They key card didn't work in any of the three sheds we tried, so I told them I was going to put my groceries away. Now the story turns from mildly annoying to downright annoying. The kids kept asking for my phone number and what I was doing tonight and if I did this, and if I could do that, and where I lived and if I had any girl friends. Cute kids, huh? So then the 13 year old lady killer puts his entire body against mine, his arms awkwardly wrapped around my backpack full of delicious goodies, and his face in my face askin' for some kisses. The boys cheered him on, as boys do. It would have been really cool if I was 13, but I'm not. I'm 19, and it was absurd. Ohh, tainted love. So I told them I was going to get my friend's card, and I'd be back in 10 minutes.
I scuttled my butt out of there and started walking to Dan's village, an eternity's time by foot, and I got there and he came out, with a puffed chest and a vengeful look in his eye, ready to break skin and drink someone's blood.
We got back to my apartment and there was no one there. So Dan went home, and I went upstairs and cooked myself some chicken. Then I went to bed.
