…Except that I’m a total liar and this is actually about like 2,5 week ’cause life’s crazy and I’m totes behind on this one and #yolo and okay I’ll just get cracking ’cause I’ve been taking so long to write this one up already.
Christmas is almost here, but the crazy Christmas shoppers have been around in Dublin town for quite a while now. Hunting for bargains, stocking up on mince pies and causing great hullabaloo over anything Frozen or One-Direction. These mad shoppers are often lugging around big trolleys that seem to just love anything feet. But who needs their toes around Christmas anyway, eh?
I made this picture in the St. Stephens Green Shopping Centre – it looked absolutely breathtaking there. Also, I thought it’d be relevant to start my Christmas shopping there as the Irish call Boxing Day (or “Tweede Kerstdag” in Duch) St. Stephens Day.
Epic Twitter Convo
Somewhere, somehow I ended up in a 2 hour long Twitter session with two gals that I used to study with. We were purely reminiscing about the good aul days we spent in Leiden, studying Comparative Literature. Although, as also came up in the conversation, we started out studying Comparative Literature but as the department decided to change the name of the Bachelor course halfway, we ended up with diplomas saying “Film and Literary Studies”. Allrightie then. Our classes were usually quite small so we really got to know our fellow students, and the lecturers were often quite interesting slash peculiar people. A few of the most noteworthy memories were…
-A lecturer we used to call “Cowboy” because he graduated on Western Movies.
-Coming out of a class and all we really remembered was the lecturer telling us that Samuel Beckett slightly resembles a bird.
-Whenever telling people that you study literature, they usually respond with “Oh, guess you have to read a lot then?” or “What can you do with that anyway?” (and occasionally, “What do you think of Twilight?”).
-If people were mad at each other all they would ever say was “You are just like a sick beech”, because it was a line from one of the first poems we analysed and it just sounded silly
-The lecturer who asked us what we were going to cook for diner. And told us we should definitely watch UP as it’s amazing.
-Everyone repeating lines from Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” to death because it was the first novel we had to read in our first year (and we were also slightly traumatized by it).
And the list goes on. It was an interesting time.
I went to diner with my friend and her granddad in a pub and had, very much unexpected, the best plate of tortelloni I ever had in my entire life. It had ricotta and mozzarella and mascarpone, sun dried tomatoes and olives and mushrooms and so basically pretty much everything that makes life beautiful. Exaggerating much? Nah, maybe. But it did result in me having a grand resolution for the new year.
Eat more tortelloni, obviously.
One of those sitcoms I never really got into. I watched one of the episodes last year (or was it the year before?), but it didn’t really do much for me. Mostly because it’s just not Friends, I assume. I just started watching it again and this time around I seem to appreciate it a bit more. I’m now at episode 11 and I think I’ll end up watching the whole thing in the end…Although I’m also slightly discourages by some peeps telling me not to get my hopes up as the end is supposed to be sooooo unsatisfying. Hmmmm.
That’s all, folks!