It’s Monday and I am already longing for the weekend, when it was a just simpler yet sweeter life. To savour as much as possible, lemme just jot down this incredibly peaceful didnothingmuchanditwasheaven Sunday.
I strolled to Blanch Shopping Center, which now only took me 20 mins instead of an hour, thanks to my flatmate who showed me how it’s done. Went into Argos and finally bought a bedside lamp. It’s cheap and plastic and blue and close to horrifying. A real nightmare come true. But until now I only had a “big” light that could only be switched off from across the room, so getting to bed in the dark was quite an adventure. This bad boy is gonna save me either some bruises from bumping into every piece of bloody furniture while getting across, or save me from crawling which is what I opted for after my legs had turned 50 shades of purpely blue from trying to walk the route.
Discussed the possibility of having some naughty leprechauns somewhere in the house. My flatmate told me her keys had gone missing twice. Both times she was forced to jump out of her window (she’s on the ground floor, calm down) in order to get to her job in time, and both times she found them back in a place where she had already looked several times. Since I am on the first floor and jumping out of my window is not an option (well only the one time then, and then I’d be pretty much stuck anyway), I am now sleeping with my keys.
I finally finished reading “The Woman who Went to Bed for a Year” by Sue Townsend. I got it as a bday pressie back in October but due to some busy times I only managed to get through it now. I don’t read a lot of books at the moment, or at least not quite as much as I used to do before and while doing my bachelor in Literature (*gasp*). Nevertheless I really enjoyed this one. It’s an interesting piece that’s incredibly funny, even though the underlying tone and context (dealing with life’s disappointments) is quite sad and even sinister. I liked how the book formed, besides describing main character Eva and her dealings with the world, a framework for countless of histories, background stories and anecdotes. Not one character is boring, and not one character is a 100% likeable which makes it all the more interesting.
Other things I have done this Sunday
-Tried to sort out socks, make ’em matching. Remembered Dobby’s opinion on the matter. Stopped and watched more HIMYM.
-Discovered “we” have a Lidl. Bought stuffed mushrooms and salmon and courgettes.
-Had a lil bag of Randoms. Unfortunately there were no foamies in there. Sob.
-Skyped with my folks.
-Saw Esmee Denters the Voice UK audition. What a comeback. Rock on girlo.
-Played more Hearthstone, obviously. There was one extraordinary draw situation in which I won in the very last moment with just one point difference. Victory.
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Hello y’all! It’s been a wee while since the last time I was on here but life has been pretty bloody busy.
I just spent an amazing weekend watching Irish Dancing Championships in the City West Hotel – I didn’t compete myself as it was a regional championship and not from my own region, but it was pretty awesome altogether. My age group is usually the last to get to stage in a competition so I never have enough peace to just sit, watch, enjoy and absorb everything that is going on but since my only task for the weekend was supporting fellow dancers I had enough time and calmness in me to do just that.
Yesterday morning I finally moved into my new place – a house in Coolmine (that means I’m a Coolminion now, no?). As I needed to be at the championships ASAP (and with needing I mean that strong urge to be there) my friend who has been so good to help me move and we just threw bags into the room and I got the hell out – leaving the actual settling in for later. And here I am, sat in my new place on a brown barcalounger in the living room. So far so good.
Talking to my flatmate we discovered pretty much straightaway we have very similar life stories. Meaning we both got sorted into Slytherin by Pottermore, even though we strongly felt we belonged in different houses (me in Hufflepuff, she in Ravenclaw). There’s also a shared interest in mindless reality tv and pasta, guess it’s safe to say we get on so far.
My new room is spacious and bright and I’m just thinking about where to put my stuff or if I should rearrange some of the furniture. The silly thing in this house is that there are so many light switches that I’m accidentally creating a mini disco every time I try to find the right one.
Also, ever since arriving to Ireland I have had bad luck on the Wi-Fi front. The connection broke off pretty much every 10 minutes in the first B&B I stayed and I have just gone a year without Wi-Fi in the house, the only internet came from (expensive and limited) dongle. This time around the Wi-Fi is a dream come true, until you walk up the stairs to my floor and it’s gone. I should be able to sort it out with an extender/expander (?) so I’ll be on the hunt for that.
If anyone can remember this blog and is curious about me moving my stuff: it did fit into one car in the end, and nothing broke after all. I just seem to have lost my sun glasses but since it’s kinda winter and obviously Dublin I reckon that’s no biggie.
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Tagged Barcalounger, coolmine, dancing, Dublin, flatmates, furniture, Harry Potter, house, internet, Ireland, Moving, place, Slytherin, Stuff, Wifi
Before I arrived in Dublin last year, I had booked myself into a Bed & Breakfast for two weeks to give myself time to find an apartment. I thought that that would be more than enough to find a suitable shared palace for me and copious amounts of dancing shoes but sadly enough I had overlooked one tiny detail: It was the beginning of September and the beginning of a new university year. Which means students. Students looking for accommodation everywhere.
However, my terrible timing was not my only struggle. It seemed that people will just say anything in their online add to get their space rented out. I found myself in quite some ridiculous situations.
And so here’s a list of things that happened to me while apartment hunting in Dublin last year.
-My eyebrows absolutely hit my hairline when I saw a tiny bedroom with a chair crammed into a corner. Hang on a sec, didn’t the add say that the room would be around 18m² ? “Well, we added space for the kitchen, ’cause you know, that’s a communal space…” FML.
-During this apartment hunt, I probably walked more than I ever did before in my life. I learnt “close to”, “nearby” and “just a 5 min walk” are very relative terms. Also “to share with one flatmate” can mean three.
-One house I saw was turned completely upside down. After stepping in through the door, you first passed a sitting room, a kitchen and a long hallway leading to some stairs. The bedrooms were downstairs and it was super dark as there was only a tiny window. Cave-style. Darn strange.
-I was in touch through phone and text with a nice girl to have a look at an apartment that was a the perfect location for me to go to work and the city center. When visiting though it became clear that the girl I had been in touch with wasn’t the person who was renting out the place or was living there, but her sister. If that wasn’t strange enough I was sat down during this visit and made to answer questions for about 25 minutes. Mind that only the sister asked things and the landlady just stared at me.
-The two people looking for a non-smoking, clean, tidy and professional to share their house had a living room with a beer can tower and an inflatable crocodile. And a few ashtrays.
-There was this one address that I was just never able to find. Could be me though…
-After arriving at another seemingly near perfect place I was told “Sorry dear, I just rented this out 10 minutes ago, honey”. I doubt she was sorry.
-I saw three tall guys walking a Yorkshire terrier pup. That has nothing to do with apartments but it was a pretty endearing sight.
Writing this blog I am just after hearing I’ll need to move out my current room.
I can’t wait.