A conference that's seven and a half hours long is about six and a half hours too long. It wasn't bad exactly. It was just incredibly long. As previously mentioned, I was Ireland, with absolutely nothing interesting to say. Everyone kept fixating on Somalia. Whoop-de-doo, Somalia's got pirates and suddenly no one cares about the Provisional Irish Republican Army. We had angry, armed leprechauns and all anyone wanted to talk about was Somali fishermen rebelling through piracy.
On the plus side, I made a few good points, which remained largely ignored at first, but later adopted as their own. Such is my life.
Thank God I came up with something to say. Otherwise, I was going to have to pull out my backup Irish remarks: "Tup uh tha mornin' tuh yeh, laddie!"
I am also extremely battered and bruised from kayaking. Those plastic boats are not meant to promote circulation. My legs went numb so many times. At one point, I had to hop out of the boat because I couldn't feel my legs at all. And I was standing in the pool, wiggling my toes (or what I assumed were my toes). They didn't feel like my toes at all. So naturally, I took a step forward, and my legs decided they had grown quite tired of living. I face-planted.
And now, Kitty decided to-
***OMG Moment: I just saw the title, "l'enfer vivant." Aww Melvin, you do read my posts! I am sending you warm fuzzies right now (telepathically of course), just so you know. You make Veronica proud!
-invite people over at a time when I am ready to lose consciousness for an undetermined number of hours (or days). So now there are two other girls in our room plus Kitty and me and there's loud music and Stephen Colbert. One of the girls is sleeping over and I don't know how long the other one will be here, spreading her bubbly enthusiasm. Joyous. Sleep seems further and further away.
If someone could come put me out of my misery, it would be really great.
On a lighter note, 10 more days until my birthday! I'm going to be 19 and mature and sophisticated and competent. Or else, I'll just be 19.
2 comments:
haha of course read your posts!!
and uh, what exactly is your irish phrase saying? cause i cant understand it.
Oh, haha. It's "Top of the morning to you, laddie." Monica says it in Friends when Ross suddenly teaches with a British accent.
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