Feck It. I'm Goin' To Ireland!

After It All

2009-08-01T16:31:00.001-07:00

I had an amazing time in Ireland. I got Interviewed for The University Of Indiana about reflecting on my time here. Our Last Social was the Greatest Time because we were all saying Goodbye and having a blast before the tomorrow of it all. They all thought I was the most funny, articulate, interesting, and entertaining person they knew. They believed that trip would not have been the same without me. Lindsey was like, "You have SUCH a way with words!" :) And Lisa was like, " Damn Justin, what do you usually just DO with yourself when your time is free?" (She was curious after I started talkin about Tupac and how I haven't watched TV since I was a young teenager) She said, "I wonder what your parents are like, you must of been a very interesting child" :)

After I wrote the Last post about my desires to Be home... We had a Very hilarious Travel Excursion. We went to the Jameson Brewery where the Original Jameson Whiskey was first created in the world. They gave a tour and guide about how the famous Irish Whiskey was created. They asked for VOLUNTEERS! :) I raised my hand. I'm Irish, I felt I had to hold that down!! :) HAHAHA After all the stages of how it was created, we got to the place where the volunteers were to carry it all out. It just so happens, I got to sample different whiskeys of Jameson, Scotch, and Ireland's Finest! I basically got shit-faced in front of all the program and I ended up getting a Certification for Tastin' Jameson Whiskey!! They printed it out with my name and EVERYTHING! Just like a Scholarship! HAHAHA :) Yup, it was in my education to get a certification for Tastin Jameson Whiskey right there in Ireland man! No shit.

Shortly after, we went to an Irish Prison. I got my solitary confinement. I found Ninas name written on the wall where all the old prisoners graffitied the walls long ago during the suffering they were enduring. It was crazy to hear how things were happening in there.

HOME

2009-07-27T15:20:00.000-07:00

I think I want nothing more than to just go home right now. I've lived my purpose here. And not only that, I've realized today that I am just entirely too drained. Spiritually, physically, financially, mentally, emotionally. I've just realized today that several aspects of my life became beyond complications I could imagine. Beyond complications I've been used to. I can't disclose certain things but I think today was the one day I've cried the most since I can't even remember. I am very nervous about going home. I'm very nervous about leaving home. I've realized I've been torn between 2 of my wildest dreams. I've realized I'm gonna have to work just as hard while I'm at home to make things right with surviving life; which entails me taking time away from what I'll believe will be important to me. I am already dreading a lack of relaxation. Especially before I have to fly away all over again.

I do not have cold feet at all. It just dawned on me that dreams can add up all at once, then they can also be stripped from you too. My hardships multiplied today. I'll have to sacrifice the time I'm home for work when I wanted it to be for fun-filled memories that I meant to make before I was to fly away again. Let alone sacrificing one wild dream for another. I think my life has overwhelmed me now.

I do wish there was an easy way out but I realized that even though the best things in life are free, the greatest things in life take time, effort, understanding, and patience. I do not know if I'll have a chance to implement any of these because I've realized I'll be forced to work rather than relax. I just want to spend the most amount of time that I can with someone that is very important to me. Someone I care for tremendously. But I know now (as I have in the past) that life never goes according to plan. I feel discouraged because I have my second-thoughts about a lot of things right now and I've never once felt comfortable rendering what doubt is about because it is polar opposite of faith. Certain things I can't shake and after clarity came, I've realized that I've felt and thought so much more, even for what isn't easy for me to handle. I'm hoping that my friends and family could be there for me beyond what I expect because I honestly would choose to be, or see smiles, laughter, and virtually every kind of consolation and happy moment or memory. I really miss certain people SO MUCH. And I also miss this girl I've thought a lot of too. And to know that I'll have to deal with all the things I become fearful for... I have always been very strong but I think certain things are very capable of eating me up and beating me down. I have no idea with the way things will play out for me, but because of financial crisis' that just had to happen to me... I'm forced to purge my precious time towards work, when I won't have a lot of it to begin with. I'd much rather be free to do as I choose and make things better for who I'm close with. Especially someone I'm capable of discovering more for. I guess I might have to relinquish a lot of the thoughts I had been looking forward to carrying out. But it doesn't mean that I couldn't receive support I'd need. I just realized that I can't anticipate what I wish for. That is very hard for me... And when my struggles and hardships multiplied, I kinda cried my self to sleep. I wanna go Home*

The Belfast Castle~ Come Eat Dinner With Me, "I Got Pounds." : ]

2009-07-21T18:45:00.000-07:00

My Weekend on a Great Green Travel Bus

2009-07-21T18:42:00.000-07:00

For Other Travels… When I went for the Paddy Wagon Tour of Northern Ireland, I ventured to the Carrick-a-Reed Bridge, The Belfast Castle, The Dunlace Castle, Derry, and The Giant’s Causeway.

The Carrick-A-Reed Bridge was the only part of Ireland that reminded me of what a Tropical Lagoon might be like. Nothin’ exotic, but the shore line seemed very ‘aqua.” We walked down a very Gorgeous Trail that eventually lead us all to the passage towards the bridge. This was a rope bridge above two beautiful pieces of land. Beneath the Ariel distance, you could see the Sun shine through very gentle turquoise waves. Once on the other side, you could see Scotland beyond the distance in the far horizon.

The Belfast Castle was quit amazing. I’ve never seen such a sophisticated medieval land of architecture ever. I was kind of dumb-founded. There was gorgeous landscape outside of the Castle, and there was a subtle water fountain within the yard of the Castle. Artistic spiral staircases, relics of ancient history, a restaurant within, and gifts shops at the entrance. I got a fantasy-like poster there. It was also a place where you could look up your Coat-of-Arms. I looked through my mothers maiden name. It was absolutely incredible to find out about your heritage from Irish Decadence.

And The Giant’s Causeway…. I found out why it’s one of the most remarkable places in the World. It is a volcanic phenomenon that is some kind of really rare scientific chance. It actually was formed or created 60 million years ago. I found out that it has just as much mythology, or perhaps more. About the Giants it is name after. And the character’s that seemed petrified in the scene as a whole. A Battle between Scotland’s and Ireland’s Giants. They were 54 feet tall. These beliefs coincided with the ancient and forgotten days of old. When there was an existence with fairies, magical creatures, fawns, beasts, leprachauns, Driuds, Gods, Goddess’, and Heroic Warriors. Things that are passed off as superstition today. I went and ascended several peaks through all these hexagonal pillars. This is probably the chance of a life-time, though I know I’ll be back again. Someday. ; )

The Giant's Cause Way: Where Two 54 Feet-tall Giants Battled Back in the Day

2009-07-21T18:40:00.000-07:00

~My Coping Mechanisms~

2009-07-19T16:02:00.000-07:00

Something most people don’t know about me has to do with my own coping mechanisms. I guess I felt compelled to tell this today because after my weekend travels at The Giant’s Causeway, The Carrick-a-Rede Bridge, and The Belfast Castle (among plenty other things), I had my reflections about last week…

Regarding times that become hard for me, where as most people who usually rely on friends when things get difficult… Or people who seek certain confidants or someone’s shoulder to cry on, I had always been someone who resorted to Music and Nature to handle some of what I’ve had to. In times that I had to cry, it was never that I was ever actually afraid to, I just usually don’t show myself in times that I’m clearly vulnerable. I had always been one who kept my solitude and refrained from depending on others to console some of the things that lead me to be emotional unbalanced. Growing up, I always used my shores, the Beaches I grew up next to, to be a place of refuge when things ever became too much for me. It was a place I actually found peaceful serenity at when everything else seemed chaotic. It was a place in the world where the worries were lifted from me and my shoulders, whether I was there with someone else or not. A place I went to when I sought to alleviate my own uncomfortable emotions, because I’m one person who has had a helluva hard life for some of the things I’ve lived through. In Ashland though, where my life is now, my new-found ‘Beach’ of refuge is actually Lithia Park downtown. I go there when things are difficult and I can’t find a comfortable peace of mind. The water there kinda calms me a little, a lot like the ocean always did at home in Bandon. And nature became a sanctuary for me, regardless if anyone knew it or not. Most don’t know this though.

And as far as music, music has always been a ‘user-friendly’ way to relate with things that seemed to have a lot to do with some of the hardships I’ve been through. Granted, some music I just enjoy for the sake of what could make someone feel good. But for those times that I’ve used music to help me cope with certain things that became honestly beyond my scope, I guess sometimes it actually entailed me dwelling on those things too. I guess the most recent example that is directly relational with what occurred last week was when I was walking to the Bank of Ireland. Regarding some one I believe I might actually have when I get back, for me being here and her being there and me not being able to get through to this person when I try to, or to have to deal with limited communications when things become important to me… For things I might not know or receive enough of, I was walking down the streets of Dun Laoghaire after the most difficult day I already had anyway, and my IPOD was on random and ‘coincidentally’ it played a song called “Strip Her Down” by the band COLD. I was already in a super-sensitive state of mind for all the things I’ve felt and thought before I came to Ireland, after I came to Ireland, as well as my preminitions of the ways things could play out after I’m actually home… Because of stress, I kinda was so beside myself before this particular song came on when I was walking in my solitude anyhow. Then as I heard it, it hit so close to home for me that at first, I was fine. I mean, this music seemed like social work for me, personally. Or internally. But by the last half of the song, I could not keep myself composed at all. A lot of people don’t feel or think the things that I am capable of. Sometimes, to keep it concealed within myself, without that even being a choice or not… Once in a while it makes me feel like my heart might explode because most people don’t live for some of the same things I do. Let alone chase them. There has been a lot of things that I have forgiven though they were things that I can not forget at all. And sometimes, with a lack of magical present-time moments that eventually become positive memories to fall slowly forward for, it makes me recall things that I sometimes wish I could forget. Things that ate at me when I was forced to find out what ‘letting go’ was about. I never really wanted to be there where conflicted memories resurface. But sometimes, due to lack of communication, it’s almost unavoidable.

When I heard my IPOD randomly select ‘Strip Her Down’ I couldn’t really hold back at all, though I was the only one I was with when I was walkin’ through the Streets of Dun Laoghaire. It kind of reminded me about how I felt in the last half of the month of May when I found a song called ‘Its All Good.’ And as I said, most people usually confide in a friend regarding those things that need to be handled. I’m one who happened to favor resorting to Music and Nature when things become some-what unbearable or difficult. These are my coping mechanisms when my personal virtues pertaining to things like patience or sacrifice might become some-what ‘somber’ or ‘upset.’

On My Way To IADT. Right Back To School

2009-07-13T14:30:00.000-07:00

I Was walkin’ with my big badass laptop briefcase, me and my VAIO, and on the way to another cool day of Irish school here at THE INSTITUTION OF ART DESIGN & TECHNOLOGY, I put my awesome IPOD on random (I do that a lot when I ain’t got particular songs I wanna hear) and of 2000 songs that are mostly Metal or Powerful Rock (in general) it picked SHAKIRA!! :)

Shakira is a Tropic Exotic Goddess that is FAR too damn good to come from AMERICA. She is a Colombian Princess that is What I consider to be Mythology that is literally living TODAY.

This song was one I HAVEN’T heard before and it was regarding her finally finding an amazing man AND being “Ready For The Goodtimes.” Oh My God! I was chuckling’ all the way down the road listening to this song about her being ready for the Goodtimes. So I heard her and her sexy, spirited, cheetah anamanpia... Then she was melodically acknowledging it like, "You Know IIIT" In my own hilarious hysteria, I was like, “God DAMN that’s some Great Laundry Service Man.” :) Oh Yeah and I was boogeyin’. I found it to be hilarious man, that’s all. Let it be KNOWN.

Then directly afterward, my IPOD picked the next random song that just happened to be 2PAC’S Track called ‘Soon As I Get Home.’ I was kinda flippin man :) HAHAHAHA

He Said,

“Dear Baby it’s me again stuck inside this max pen / tryin’ to pay my debt for all my sins / See, these penitentiary times be so heavy on my mind / At Times it’s like I’m livin’ just Ta die…."

"My memories fade when I’m intoxicated / fuck it I’ll say it cause the hours are long whenever I am so faded / I know I said it all before but now I mean it / visions of me and you and ******’ so crystal clear I seen it."

"Even though you mad at me you’ll be glad to see the strategy of making these dreams come so easily / I max out in the morning’ baby life is GOOD / Me and you against the WHOLE HOOD… Soon As I Get HOME.”

I Swear To God, Tupac keeps me company! I was ROLLIN’! It made me HELLA happy man. Relevant words telling’ it LIKE THAT*

I LOVE TUPAC WITH ALL MY HEART!!! :) LMAO!!!

~Things Have Been Beyond Amazing Lately~

2009-07-11T15:56:00.001-07:00

To think of it 'All-At-Once'

So this morning, I talked to a Goddess in the middle of the night. Somehow, she (symbolically, miraculously, magically, or naturally) woke up in the middle of the night 30 seconds before I rang her phone next to her bed while she was in her beauty sleep. I could not describe it in words. She was like, "Oh My God." I was like, "Yeah, it is your GOD." LOL :) Time was restricted because of European calling cards. I told her of only a little of the things I've learned so far. Mainly pertaining to Ancient Celtic Legends of another other world where people are 'Forever Young.' Since I have learned of this in my Irish Literature Class, it had me instantly beyond intrigued because I myself have always been young at heart, even though I seem to come across very adult more often than not, unless I'm raisin' Hell* :)

In This Other World, where people live in an eternal youth, day never turns to night, and Love never turns to Sorrow. It is accessible by water. Water is the Gateway to this World (My Mother Is 'The Water Bearer'). And things only such as 'Death' and 'Particular Invitation' are what lead you to the Waters of this World. Fairy Tales and Magical Legends of Ancient Irish Eras were lost long ago. Or I should say the belief in these Legends and Realms were lost long ago (not the records or books). But this World I have learned of regarding what is now passed off as 'myth,' is known as Tir Na Nog, which might suggest Death as a prelude to something more amazing than a human can conceive of. I had spoke of this to the significant one at home who I was talkin to the middle of the night. She seems like a little girl though she's got the age and body of an amazing woman. I also told her of the castle I came across that some of BRAVEHEART was filmed at. And how I obtained 'forbidden footage' of spiral staircases in Ancient Castles where War-Lords, Archers, Kings, Knights, and Holy People had rich medieval history from.

I also told her of several other things before I acknowledged that I miss her and I'm gonna kiss her and hug her like a BEAR when I get back over there. She is a very wonderful soul.

Shakira Said, "Lucky We Were Both That Far Away So ~ We Could Both Make Fun Of Distance."

Ain't That Some Shit? :)

I also realized some of the greatest things in life today too. Since I moved out of a residence that was entirely too problematic in every way possible (accept when Paul was holdin' it down), I've actually been able to do my homework and not worry about hunger. I'm finally comfortable and academically ready to catch up with all of the homework I've been barried in that I couldn't conquer because I have a new Host Home now with a great Host Family: Coincidently, my host father's name is the same as My DAD'S. Robert. And their son is 33 (which has always been my numeric identity since the beginning, let alone all the relevence (that does not surprise me at all) that it has in the Ancient Irish Literature, as well as the Biblical connections too. And their daughter has the same name as my Aunt, who is a Pisces: KAREN. It can't all be just a coincidence* I'm in a helluva happy place that I can actually be content and productive at. Life was difficult and unwelcoming where I was living before (accept when Paul was holdin' it down).

Since I've been here where I am now, I dived into all this homework I'm still very barried in and it dawned on me: I might have learned more in such a short amount of time than I ever have before (With The acception of ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR at the end of the last millenium, Astrology, and The Lord). I've only been here 2 weeks so far and what I've learned up to this point is so personally & immensely relative me, my soul as a whole, my life story, and my geneology. I could not put it in a nutshell what so ever, but regarding the person I am: If you could imagine the 'Fighting Irish' with the musical 'Mega American Metal Mentality' within the Spirited Intuition and Wisdom of the Native Americans - and all their exaltations regarding dreams... I've been tearin' shit up in a MAJOR WAY. I guess I have an element of French in mer too. But that don't really hold as much validity to me because I understand their TransAtlantic Relations: being a Native American and of Irish Descendants. I guess me being some-what French might have to do with romanticsim (The Deeper Literature Definition), personal passions, interpersonal moments, and Ideals of partnership&/Adventure. My psychologists Joanne said I would have the time of my life here. I guess the only thing that would make this short of a livin' pipedream would be if I was able to take that girl with me! :) HAHAHAHA! HilARious ****

These historical accounts about Ireland's relation to the United States between these recent centuries, as well as the Folklore, Legends, and Mythological accounts about Irish literature that once really WAS literally magical. I'm over here 8 timezones from home like, "HOLY SHIT MAN!" I'm very bewildered and in awe, honestly.

What It All Comes Down To Up To Now*

2009-07-07T01:46:00.000-07:00

I had a very 'Up & Down' day yesterday. And aside from the reasons why, I recalled a few cool moments I felt compelled to post. Me and My Good Buddy Matt were walkin' to get some Chinese food before 11 at night. On the way back, we had a pretty hilarious cool conversation. We were reflecting on our adventures thus far. He told me that there were women (or girls, not all of them are women yet) that said they were glad that I came because I bring a lot of life to the adventures here. Of course it was cool but I told him not to tell me who said that but to acknowledge on his own time in an anonymous way with them in that I appreciate it. Apparently they think I'm funnier than Hell.

Then of another time, he said, "Of all the people here from America, no one here is like You."
I said, "Even in America, or generally speaking, there isn't one other person like me period."
We both smiled and he said, "Yeah man, your like your own RACE." HAHAHAHAH.
I replied like, "Crum Nation, society of a dying breed."
We had ourselves a little laugh attack on the way home. It was GREAT Man. That's one thing I'll always thrive on in life: When people laugh at me and with me. Laughter is contagious and it makes me feel just as good as the ones who also enjoy it too. And Matt is an awesome friend*

Then when we were comin' home from our first overnight excursion at Galway in Western Ireland, we stopped at a market to use the rest room and get something to eat. I didn't wait in line for the toilet, so I found a tree:) I went to purchase what I bought to eat.

I looked at the cashier after noticing a newspaper and said, "This is a Good Newspaper." She said in her Irish accent, "Its all lies." I was like, "Well I wouldn't know if it is or isn't. I just said its a great newspaper because it's the first newspaper I've seen in all of Ireland that hasn't had Plastic Jackson all over it." :) She smiled, my red-headed friend Lindsey laughed, I took my food and walked*

And other than those great moments, regarding stressful frustrating things that had my head in a little bit of an emotional spin, I kinda got caught up in questions I guess I'll continue to know less of regarding things at home that I can't seem to aquire any answers for right now. I got pissed off that I can't communicate to those close to me in the states. It starts to bother me or become a little difficult that I can't be as much in touch with those I'd love to talk to for a while.

Here and now, in my life, I have many questions about things pertaining to my social and emotional life. And that I can't express those questions; it becomes stressful to me. The way the European communication structures are set up here, it costs way too much to try and speak with those I need to home. So to cut myself off from those that mean a lot to me, I have never been used to that. It is outrageous that they charge people a certain amount of money just to talk for twice the amount of minutes. There is only so much I can do so I spent the majority of my calling card talkin' to my good friend Ax back at home. We run radio shows together at the University in Southern Oregon.

I kinda started to cry a little about who I miss and how it sucks that I can't be as much in touch them. Communicating to friends, family, and a woman I like a lot has not ever been a problem for me and regarding a helluva huge heart, sometimes it rips me apart that I can't discuss stuff that matters to me even though most of that back at home is 8 time zones away. So I guess I just try to do what I know I have to here.

And when I should be paying attention to my professor's lectures, sometimes I'm lost in my own mind not knowing certain things that I deem to be important to me. There isn't anything too heavy that I haven't been able to handle regarding a lot of crazy things I've lived through though so I guess I just eat some sleeping pills and see what the next day might be like. Hoping I could come closer to knowing what I guess I don't or won't.

I am also having withdrawals regarding a medication situation. And I'm Irish, I'm Leo, I have a 'fascinating' Psychotic Disorder, and I'm also CRUM (Which is a four letter word that is a book of it's own) so sometimes when I get pissed off, upset, or disappointed, there is a lot of fire in my eyes and power in my presence.

But I am having so much fun here and the things I'm learning are unlike what is available in America. I've only spent a little over a week here in Ireland and I'm faithful and confident that even though my patience is tested regarding questions I'd appreciate answers for, I'm still on the vurge of 5 more excursions and plenty of remarkable travels I can't even conceive of right now. Whether it's Scotland, Germany, Amsterdam, London, Italy, or even a lot more of Ireland just in itself. So I do feel better for the time being and I AM looking forward to whats in front of me;) & :]

These Were Churches An Era Ago

2009-07-05T12:31:00.000-07:00

At High Kings Burial Ground~*~This Is The Cross Of The Scriptures

2009-07-05T12:23:00.000-07:00

The Cliffs Of Moher. And That Castle In The Background

2009-07-05T12:20:00.001-07:00

My Fourth of July*

2009-07-05T11:36:00.000-07:00

It was nuts. I called my wonderful lady friend back at home and left a message. Then I went and got on with the Guinness. I haven't yet acknowledged it, but I am the only one of all the American students here who have any facial hair, let alone a hell of an Irish beard. I also am 1 of 6 guys and the rest of the students are all girls (and women). So me, and my new international friends went to the tavern and the pub up the road from the Hostel. We all had so much fun because here in Ireland, drinking alcohol is just a very merry way of life. Where as; If your an alcoholic in America, chances are: You probably got problems. But we were all thrilled to get together and get tuned with eachother. We took pictures, I bought a few drinks for a few of my new friends here, and we all got to know some of the Irish people there who flooded us with fun company.

Something I thought was kinda ironic, though it didn't surprise me; People here found out about my accident when I had almost died. Maybe through a little paperwork and a lot of word of mouth. Once one girl seen my scar, a lot of others wanted to as well. And a few of my new buddies (the 5/6 guys) saw it too. Of course I broke it down for them because they were all very curious after they seen how gnarly it is.

And aside from them all finding out about that, a lot of the girls (or women) seemed to wanna talk about Astrology to me (females dig in that shit). I made them aware that for all I know about Astrology, I don't believe in it as much as I understand it. They were all really cool though. We started laughin' our asses off the drunker we got.

Those Irish people are a lot like me, sometimes they don't know how to shut up and listen:)

It's Been a Helluva Week in This Badass Life of Mine...

2009-07-03T00:49:00.000-07:00

I already have waaaay too many tales to tell after only a week. I'll try to upload most of those stories someday soon. But somethin I thought to be kinda hilarious was when an electrician came to my host family for maintenance. He seemed full of a lot of life. Me, my good friend Wayne, and my other buddy Matt; he introduced himself to all of us. I was the last hand he shook. When I shook his hand, the bones in his wrist snapped like they might've already been broken. I was like, "Hey man why did your wrist pop when I shook your hand?" Cause it kinda freaked me out for a second. He looked at me and said, "Cause you got a handshake like a BEAR." : ) I instantly started bustin' UP! I laughed pretty hard right there at that dinner in front of everyone.

And another thing that was pretty damn funny, the man who is the head of the household I'm stayin' at... He actually was the assistant director for the film BRAVEHEART. He was 5 feet away from Mel Gibson when Mel lost it on the set during the production of that movie. His name is Paul and I like and admire him a lot but I thought it was hilarious what he said to me after the first two nights he was holdin' it down for me, Matt, and Wayne. He said we were gonna have to get me my own cow after he found out how much milk I drink. HAHAHAHAH LOL : ) Pretty great man!

I also found out what my first Ireland lightning storm was all about. THAT was badASS. I thought the thunder and lightning storms at my coasts in Bandon, Oregon were insane. And even still, some of them are; but in the middle of the night during the middle of the week, there was such a powerful downpour rain storm with ruthless thunder and lightning. It only occurred for a half an hour, then it vanished. I remember closing my eyes to TRY and sleep... I seen bright white powerful flashes not only through my window curtains, but also through my eyelids with my eyes shut while I was turned away from where the light came in.

An Attempt to Put these recent days in Memory (July 1st 2009)

2009-07-01T17:59:00.000-07:00

I had the most exciting and joyful day a third of the world away at the very beginning of July. We went on our first excursion as Internationals. We visited and toured the Trinity College in Dublin, which is the heart of all education in Ireland since centuries ago. It was founded by Queen Elizabeth the 1st. I was so astonished by all the medieval architecture I was surrounded by. I wish I could retain a lot of the history lessons that were spoken of. I, myself, was bewildered about everything I was within. I took a lot of photography regarding the things I came across. And I don't think I could say enough about how I felt when I was there.

But after that part of the tour, I went to an Irish gift shop. When I walked in. I had never been so zealous ever before in my life because the music and endless amounts of Irish souvenirs at this Celtic Gift Shop on Henry street in the City Center of Dublin just struck me with so much happiness, that I could not stop chuckling and giggling about how dumb-founded I was. The Irish music had me going. It got my Irish blood pumpin'. And the things I had to choose from was probably honestly the best shopping I had ever done before. Those things don't exist in America. I became so excited that I'm sure I seemed a little too energetic among the Irish folks around me. I swear to GOD I spent over a 100 Euros in there. I bought my parents something. I also got a few things for a girl back at home that I'd like to mine someday. And I also bought some Irish cloths that had me through the roof. I'm sure I was an oddball there but they were very cheerful and courteous. I was extremely delighted about this. It was a Blast.

At The Heart Of It All.

2009-07-01T17:55:00.002-07:00

At The Ports Of Dun Laohaire

2009-06-29T17:13:00.000-07:00

My First Few Days in Ireland

2009-06-28T04:37:00.001-07:00

I was at the Airport. I met some of the students fellow students who are in the Summer program for Dublin. I was racin' through the airport and after meeting and seeing some of the friends I've made and met, they noticed my speech and asked me if I was from California (I get that ALL the time). I thought that was funny as hell because of how often it happens when I meet new people.

We drank some guiness at the airport before we all got on a bus and were brought to those that are gonna host us. We met them at the Institution of Art, Design, & Technology - which is where we will be taking our classes at. When I got to the place that is gonna be my new home for the next 5 weeks, I seen how humble and comfortable our place of residence is. I wish they had milk, but I'll go get that with my OWN Euros :)

For the most part though, I have only seen so much because this adventure is just getting started. Something remarkable that I'm gonna note though, is that I had 2 dreams so far that I thought was awesome.

My first evening here, I laid down for a brief nap. I dreamed that my cat Sam came and saw me. He is one species away from being a bobcat. He was the coolest animal I had ever connected with besides my wolf dog Bubba. He crawled up on my chest and nudged his forehead against mind and kinda fell asleep with me. It was very peaceful.

The second dream was more of a thrill though. It was simple. I was cruising on a motorcycle. It felt so REAL. I became very extatic. And I became pretty pumped up about it. I hit the clutch, burned the gas, and had a blast.

This Was My Life's Previous Travels In Alaska...

2009-06-25T15:44:00.000-07:00

This Was A Dream of Judgement Day in Alaska

2009-06-25T15:43:00.001-07:00

In this dream regarding the end of the world as we know it, I seen the city in the distance blow up. Explosion after explosion until in an instant, it drew closer and closer. I started to run, it was pointless. Next to a gas empowered plant, I close my eyes to accept my fate as ash. Suddenly, as I expect my mortal life to die by fire among millions, a creature abducted me and pulled me under ground. This creature… Looked like the body and face of Maynard James Keenan covered in coats of mud with an umbilical cord extending from what should’ve indicated gender. Much like the video of Weak and Powerless. And as I thought I’d die before being brought underground, it spoke… Regarding every revelation, it said,
“You will live to see all things.”
There, occurred great earthquakes.

2009-06-25T15:10:00.000-07:00