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oh merde I just realized I haven't even covered my weekends in Munich/Ireland either........
I am a very neglectful bloggeuse I'm surprised you all aren't rioting in the streets.

and by "you all" I mean my parents and my grandma - whatsup guys! Love you toO!



Anyways I will condense these weekends into schedule form and put them in the second person so you can really FEEL feel what it was like to be there. Because it was amazing both times.


Munich:

7:00 am: wake up. you are on the floor of a hotel room blanketed by your jacket and all the sweaters you could fit in your backpack (1) along with that loaf of brioche you shoved in there, too (was the best idea ever by the way. good thinking)
7:30 am: walk to the metro
8:00 am: arrive at oktoberfest. it is insanely early but strangely enough there are people everywhere
8:05 am: eat a giant sausage for breakfast. get in line for a tent. wait for two hours until the tent opens
10:00 am: RUN GET A TABLE
10:30 am: order a stein. order another sausage.
11- the rest of the day: drink a lot of beer. maybe eat another sausage. or maybe a half chicken. wander aimlessly. decide the rides are too expensive. witness many drunken 50 year olds in lederhosen. befriend everyone. take a nap on a hill along with 40% of oktoberfest. see far too many old lady cleavages. lights pretzels weiners !
i forget pm: you are in mcdonalds. why? there is a elderly lederhosened man crashed out next to you it is the best burger you have ever tasted

the last night we slept in the airport in the booth of a thai restaurant. at 6:00 am the security guard came by and rapped on the table above our heads: "GUTEN MORGEN. NOT FOR SLEEPING"



Ireland:

whenever you want am: wake up. tea.
11 am: eat biscuits and crisps. watch trippy british version of teletubbies on the television
12 pm: get on a bus
12:30 pm: walk up the one street that is Naas. turn around and walk down the otherside.
1: eat a burger
2:  eat some biscuits. take dog for a walk.
3: fall in a river on accident dont worry only your shoes get wet
2:30: tea. youtube videos
4: play guitar. try to get the synthesizer working it doesn't work. play with ross' sister most adorable baby ever
5:  get interviewed for a documentary. random jam session with some people who are much better at music than you. its all good though especially when you break out the vanessa carlton
6: get on a bus
7: walk around aimlessly in the freezing cold drinking a bottle of wine
8: go to a bar drink GUINNESS
9: drink some more guinnness.
10 onward: buy a jagerbomb. why? maybe go to a nightclub and dance like a crazy idiot. maybe suddenly find yourself singing "ride wit me" into a microphone to a bunch of milfs. try to steal everyones halloween hat. photobomb anyone and everyone (this is when you stick your face obnoxiously into strangers photographs weeeeeeeeeee) your halloween costume is a hazmat suit. why? lose your wig walk home under the stars because you are too cheap for the real bus

somewhere in there i saw a fort and parts of Dublin (the sketchy side, Temple bar, the spire(needle? forget what it is called).



ALL IN ALL great times were had. many thanks to ross' family for letting me stay with them they are very sweet. still thinking about stealing the baby. mail me some biscuits would ya Ross?

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Will get to my weekend in Rennes in a bit but first I just want to make a collection of all the bizarre english t-shirts I have seen since I've been here.

Because once something is in English, it is automatically "le cool"

EVIDEMMENT



et voila:


1. BAD
    SAD
    MAD

in giant letters going down the front

2. Recommended. The Best Year. 1975.

le duhh

3. JESUS IS A CUNT

yep i wish this was a joke.

4. City, New York

5. Happy is the new chic



im sure i will remember more but am blanking for the moment.

In other news: I don't have tuberculosis! hooooray. but in all seriousness I think I have finally finished everything I need to do (here) for SIT in Madagascar. the rest will have to wait until I get home.

(IN 6 WEEKS)
le quoi?? i just got here .........

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Look je suis celebre (=famous)


http://www.fragil.org/focus/2060


A random girl from Nantes (who was also Scottish) found me on the internets and asked to have an interview because she was doing a bit for an online newspaper on Americans in France and their opinions on the election.





HOley moley! The interview was in English but she translated it into French. I like how she quotes me as saying some people want a president that can "kick some badass" when it comes to foreign affairs. I vaguely remember saying something like this but feel like she was un peu confused / does not know the difference between badass and kicking ass.

oo well!