this blog goes ut to ana and jenny

i loveee yiudx guya aooo much,


yourw WESOEM



sooooo I'm very dsrunk right now witrhf radkhika


and i widsh i wads in nyc withg you bitches

you rock

donrtt let anyone tell uo otherwise


but i love rad

shess ONE COOLL bitchew


and just so you gy ss knokns nachos mexixxcans and anaa rock  also jennys mom.


you know what else rocks? irish hwhi cskley?

ywes whiskey

kiscks ass


an dd uyo know who sucjs

bouys

who aewnrenyt men.


i loveyiou gusy

This post is all over the place.

So for those of you who haven't heard me complaining about this yet, Dublin is cold. When we're lucky it's a non-windy 50F. More frequently, however, it's a brisk, wet 3C, which is European for 37F.


Needless to say I've been wearing layers.

I wish I could say so much for the locals, but nope, Dublin girls run around in next to nothing. Their heaviest article is typically their 6" pumps.

Usually they walk around in see-through leggings and short shirts, yeah they don't leave much to the imagination.

I've seen a lot of crazy outfits, from backless "dresses" (is there a minimum requirement of fabric to qualify as a dress?) to fur coats paired with short shorts (more on the fur thing later). But the worst observance came last week when Rad and I were downtown pub hopping and we spotted a young woman in her underwear.

Yes, her underwear.


She was with a group of friends, most likely heading to a club, and although they were all scantily clad, the rest of them had remembered to put pants on.


Radhika and I did a double take, and didn't do much to hide our shock. If these people had been more observant not only would they have heard our blunt "are you fucking kidding me?" but also, maybe, just maybe, they would've reminded pantsless-Patty not to leave the house half naked in 40F weather.

Here's hoping she hasn't caught pneumonia or spread something else.


Dubliners also love fur. They wear sooooo much of it. Fake or real, I can't tell (I've never been much of a fur connoisseur) but it's definitely tacky. It's like Dublin is full of Cruella Devils. But it's not always fur coats on old ladies, which i think is a fairly normal sight, no it's like weird fur collars/dickeys and fur vests and shorts.

It's unsightly. We've got ourselves quite a hairy situation here in Dublin.


(SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)



I'm over the whole Dublin style debacle. Onto a European eccentricity, winking.


Yeah they wink a lot over here. Don't they know winking is reserved for old people, shenanigans, and perverts?


Maybe that's just in America, because seriously I've been winked at more in the last month than I ever was in my whole life back in the states.


I can't explain it but it's unnervingly frequent.

I remember one time when I was little at Disneyland, I'm guessing 4 ish, this old woman passed by me and winked.

I remember feeling uncomfortable, but knowing that she was old and sometimes old people make you uncomfortable and you just have to act like they aren't freaking you out.

I was very wise for my age.


Point of that story is that babies instinctively don't like being winked at, so winking must be associated with something awful and it's ingrained in us to not like it because, I can only imagine, it was something horrifying to our ancestors.



Bottom line: winking is an uncomfortable gesture that is forgivable when geriatrics are involved, expected from creepy guys with no game and hilarious when tomfoolery is afoot.

Somebody needs to tell Europeans.



So I asked a few people for topic suggestions for this blog, by a few people i mean my brother and Sarina.

Sarina said on facebook chat,


"Hmmmmm.

Idk.

but you should totally get a tat of a 4 leaf clover while your over there. it would be cute and have meaning."


I was totally tempted by the deep meaning that tat would definitely have, but in the end I've decided against it.


My Brother Zak told me to write this blog post because, "Idle hands are the devil's playthings."



He didn't have any suggestions though as far as topics go.


But that's okay, I seem to do a good enough job ranting about the everyday to sustain some sort of interest.

I am going on some trips this month so there will definitely be some picture posts coming soon.


Goodnight dear readers, stay warm, fur free, blinking, meaningfully tatted and busy in the name of Jesus.


-Chelsea

Pictures!!

Before I start this post I'd like to explain my previous blog posting. I was going to delete it. It is the incredibly embarrassing product of my Pratt friends taking advantage of my enamored state by encouraging me to blog when I really just shouldn't have been anywhere near a computer at all. But after some thought I came to the conclusion that this is a blog about my Irish adventures, and anyone who thinks I'm going to come to Ireland and not drink is clearly a fool and they can go read another blog regarding ostriches or something. Also, not to brag or anything, but I am a pretty funny drunkard.

Moving on, 

So where I last left off I had just gotten to Trinity off my plane, we're talking Thursday morning. I didn't get internet until midday Saturday because, even though it's an ethernet connection, you still need a password and username, information that was given to us late Friday. However, you also need an out of date computer because it took a whole days worth of trouble shooting to configure my mac to the internet. A whole stressful, lonely, incommunicado day of downgrading my brand new macbook pro's internet browser. 

But, obviously, it works now. 

These are pictures of the park/street right next to my dorm. All of the streets in Dublin are about this width, which makes riding in the huge busses a bit scary, especially when they pass people in the same lane, which, I'm pretty sure is meant for only one car at a time. 

This is one of the views from my flat. If you disregard that ugly gray rooftop it's actually quite beautiful.

This was a strange little band playing in town centre. Fun fact, after I took this picture they followed me, playing their strange instruments and singing in gaelic, for about a block. Although it was only a block it felt like a lifetime.

These friendly leprechauns are always on this corner, right across from my school, every day. It seems like a pretty fun job actually, definitely warm (yeah, it's been chilly here).

  This is the view coming into town centre from the top level of the double decker transport. All of the busses here are double deckers and expensive considering I take it to get to school and back.
€1.90 a ride :O
It's a pretty nice ride though, nice way to see a good amount of Dublin.

These are just some scenic photos I took while walking into city centre/Trinity yesterday (about an hour walk). I love the houses. They're all very big and yet they have such a cozy feel. Must be all the red brick. 

I found an Asian market yesterday and was delighted when I saw their stock. As a vegetarian/vegan household, most of the grocery shopping/cooking my dad does is Asian. And this brand of sauces is a staple in our house. In the orientation for the international students they told us about an "American" candy store which only carries American products. They said that finding a comfort food that you would have at home can ease homesickness. I've seen tons of American candy here, especially kit kats, but this weird, Asian sauce stuff was what made me think of home. This little market is definitely going to be where I do most of my shopping.

So those are the only pictures I've taken so far. I'm still settling into this strange foreign land, and I promise there will be better ones to come once I get my bearings a bit. 

Goodnight dear readers,

love,

 Chelsea.