Alien temp-monkey

I just got back from my first temping job - a whopping 12 hour shift - working in a fancy shmancy hotel conferenceroom/event-hosting thing. It......SUUUUUUUUCKED. I'm never doing anything like that again. I will stick to little restaurants and cafes. Everyone was so bitchy and mean and catty. fuuuuck that. I need a job, but not that badly. I also have had some annoying experiences with the immigration office here. We've been there three times this week (to get our "alien cards); the first time, we couldn't find it because the stupid bus driver didn't tell us where our stop was. the second time we went, almost didn't find it, and when we did (the sign was 1/3 of a piece of paper taped up in the window), they told us to come back tomorrow. So we did, and they were closed. Until October 1st. Fucking immigration office asshole motherfuckers. Well, that's my shitty Irish week rant. I'm off to eat pizza and beer (that my woman got for me, because she's awesome!)(shitty coors light...ha!!)

Moher and Burren

Today we went on a pretty tour of the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher. It was so much fun - and it's no wonder: the ten thousand tacky tour busses that visit daily can't be wrong! We'll post pictures soon on the shared blog. The west coast of Ireland is so gorgeous - I can't wait to see the rest of the coast. and I will, oh yes.
Tomorrow is our moving day - we found a very nice room in a very nice house, for a very low price. I'm sure I'll find out the catch later, but for now, I'm stupid happy about moving in. It's so funny though - it's in a neighbourhood quite similar to Markham: rows upon rows of identical houses, with identical cars, and identical lawns. Maybe that's the catch?

The Lady Who Belched

Tales from a Hostel Bed: Episode one...

so, our first night at the Sleepzone hostel was a symphonic whirr of strange nasal gurgling. The lady below me kept murmering, gurling snot, and openly hacking her lungs our her nostrils, making no attempt to muffle herself even though there were ten people sleeping. The girl across from me was sawing logs like a lumberjack, and woman below Heather was passed out drunk in a football jersey, and was also snoring admirably. Picture these noises, all in unison... that's what I heard the nine or so times that I woke up... But the best part was when passed-out-football-jersey-lady finally woke up (after everyone else, of course), she sat up, flipped her legs over the side of the bed, leaned over, and BELCHED. Like she'd squeezed the belch out. It was awesome!

Job/apartment searching

I wish I had a job and an apartment so I could get on with the vacation part. This stuff is booo-ring. last night we finally went our for pints in Galway, only to be HARASSED by a huge asshole. note to self: don't talk to anyone.... nice way to start off the year. There are assholes in Canada, too, I suppose. Although none of them have ever threatened that they could "punch us in the twat" if they wanted to. What a fucker. Anyway, there's no point in dwelling on it, I suppose. I just can't wait to have a place to live, some privacy, and a cosy bed of my own. I also wish we knew some people here - but we're both too squirrely I guess.
ooo... and on a different, and altogether random note, the coffee is very yummy here. just so everyone knows.

I'm famous here: here's proof!

Look! It's my family's native habitat: the historic.... Powerscourt....

And also delightful is our own zesty brew of Whiskey - Grandpa: I always knew you were up to something... :)

Galway is WONDERFUL - I love all the water here. Although water means stinky seafood... And the pubs - let's not forget the pubs. I miss you all, and give you all long distance hugs. I wish I could bring everyone here with me - we would tear up the country. I know you'd all love it.