Lost in Translation

The last American standing, right here. Bam baby, bam!!!!!

Drunkest I've felt in the past two weeks but not pass out drunk. Kinda proud, kinda sad. Oh Ireland, how you and I don't see eye to eye is amazing.

Spent the night comparing notes with Irish boys. Things are just not the same here. Totally hilarious, only sometimes awkward.

To say you've 'met' someone means you've made out with them. Who knew. Won't make that mistake again, I assue you.

Some people are just crazy. I hate having to apologize for other people's actions by association. Just don't want this drama; we're big kids now.

Have an interview at 5PM tomorrow with the SHY Project, a part of the Waterford Youth Services whatever it's called. Sounds more social work related than Jonah. Hope it goes well.

Hope I can drink away any impending hangover with water, haha!! Nah, I'm not that bad. Still managed to take off my makeup, change my clothes, and get in to my own bed. That's what I call a successful night.

The boys I was with tonight are funny/nice. Definitely hope to see them out more if only because the conversation flowed better than with anyone else I've met thus far.

I am the traitor America; no shame. Decode as you wish.

Night beeyotches!!!! Those Heinkikens were for you (yea, I switched it up tonight, wha wha!!! Still hate you Guinness lol).