Now that my vacations are over I have to attempt to get my freaking shit together. I doubt that I will ever get my shit entirely together ever in my life, but I have to at least try. I have to move toward the goal of getting my shit together. I must, at the very least, gaze in the general direction of my shit having gotten together. I came home from Ireland to find that the payment for my student loan overdrew my checking account for the second time in three months. I have a savings account that I started at the beginning of this year, but I am unable to access it because I can't find any of the information for it, i.e. account number, password, etc etc. I need to clean my entire apartment. I need to Drain-O my tub, and then clean that too. I still have a hornet's nest above my balcony, and a kitchen drawer which has been broken for months. I have somewhere between six and eight loads of laundry that need to be laundered. I bought Ikea shelves two or three months ago, and have yet to put them together. As well as a spice rack that needs to be hung, and a big leaf to install over my bed so that I feel as a little bug. I have emails to return, and concerts for which to buy tickets. My car's oil needs changing. I have to find a way to repay my dad for part of the Ireland vacation. Oh, and I'd like to buy a house? Ha ha. For what, so that THAT can be really dirty? I think that maybe the only way I can own a home is if I also budget enough to have a maid come in twice a month. The idea is at once absurd and completely necessary.
Ireland was beautiful. We did a lot of driving around. I took about 400 pictures, which means that they will almost certainly never see the light of day. I had a great time, but I don't really feel like I have a lot of stories to tell, which is sort of a shame, but not too much. We saw a lot of gardens, a lot of old-rich-peoples-homes, a lot of ruins, and a lot of sheep. A LOT of sheep. I even ate one on the last night. Oh man, what a delicious leg of lamb that was, let me tell you. Here are the things I went nine days without: smoking (dope), drinking Jim Beam, whackin' off, sleeping past nine, cooking, smoking cloves (well, I had one), being on the internet (well, except for that one time), watching Star Trek, eating from Wawa. It was a good week, and my family got along even better than I could have hoped.
Oh, and in addition to all that stuff up there that I have to do, I forgot to mention two things involving my job: number one, see about taking the goddamned P.E. test (that's the test that will give me my Professional Engineer's license), (oh! and also one ay, figure out if I ever really did get my E.I.T. or what, I have a sneaking suspicion they never sent the thing, even though they told me I passed the test), and two, figure out what I want to do with my career. I don't want to turn farmland into housing developments for the rest of my life. It's embarrassing. I can either do something more hippie-ish with my civil engineering experience, or blow it off altogether and go join the circus and become a lion tamer. I am going to sit down and think really hard about that, right after I finish cleaning my tub. Oh and also I have to cut my friends list down, sorry folks.
Oh and also I have to get back to writing LiveJournal posts that are actually interesting, and not entirely self-serving and annoying. Bleh.
MAN I cannot wait for a balogna sandwich for lunch!
P.S. Here is a picture of Ireland that I took (from a boat):