Everything I wanted to say and to show, but failed to find the time and space in the other blogs. You know, I’m going to post this and immediately remember something I wanted to ramble about feel dumb about going back and adding it later. It’s just going to happen and I need to accept that.
Is this a good picture? No. Did I think it would be when I took it? I mean…not really, but I hoped it might turn out well, and it kinda did. Do I know how to take a good picture? Not. A. Clue.
I remember what this is now…its a random building on the Trinity campus. I don’t know why I included this…but I did…so there… -_-
This isn’t exactly an original statement, but if you are going to travel, you would do well to find someone worth traveling with. It helps if you don’t want to throttle them every time they open their mouth. (unless you are into that)
Honestly though, looking back on all the thing that I have just called unimportant or simply not worthwhile, I could have done a lot more fun stuff and a lot less standing around with my eyes glazing over while people talked at length about things I honestly can’t even remember anymore.
I’m really weird about appearances. I hate looking as though I care, and I hate looking like a tourist…even though I often am. So I walked around taking pictures while trying to to look as though I was taking pictures a lot. This gets awkward any time people are standing in front of something you want a picture of, as there is the constant worry that they will think you are some weirdo who is trying to sneak pictures of them, which is correct on two counts. (Weird? Yes. Sneaking pictures? Yes. Of them? Not intentionally) There is one major benefit to this however, as no matter how your photos turn out, as you had a significant handicap in taking them, should any turn out to be halfway decent, you may boost your ego with stories about your natural photo taking abilities. Even if it is abundantly clear to everyone involved, you have no photo taking abilities, natural or otherwise.
Honestly, I’m glad it was cloudy when I went to the beach. It made certain there was no ambiguity in my location. I was in Ireland for two weeks and it rained only once. It misted periodically and was cloudy five or six of the days, but I got a lot more sun than I anticipated. Normally I would balk at this being the case, the well of “lol Ireland is rainy” jokes may be bland and watered down, but it is still a well and I need all the help I can get in social situations.
I’ll be honest with you. (Because you, dear reader are special) I hate watched Game of Thrones starting in season 5. When season 8 came out and people were finally on board with the whole “Hey, these guys have No clue what they are writing” I was more annoyed that they hadn’t arrived at that conclusion sooner than anything else. Did I feel validated? Definitely. Did I regret hating on season 5 so much after watching season 8? Absolutely. Season 8 makes season 5 downright tolerable. Well…parts of it at least.
This is exactly what I think of when I imagine an 18th or 19th-century European seat of power. A big white building on a hill with a massive meticulously kept lawn, that invariably features pillars in order to look stately. Why do pillars make a building look stately? Because all the stately buildings have pillars. There is nothing inherently stately about them, we have just conditioned ourselves to see pillars and think “oh, that building is important”. Its like architectural shorthand…which I say knowing absolutely nothing about architecture.
So, I used to play a lot of Minecraft right? Specifically Minecraft Factions, that’s where you essentially make bases, raid other people’s bases, and pvp. It is, or was, highly addictive. Anyways, I learned after a few months that if I wanted my base to look…at all pretty, I needed someone else to do it for me. Because my idea of a decorated base was just plain marble with a bunch of arches. Anyways, so I really appreciate marble as a building material, so I appreciate the Belfast City hall, as that is its primary building material. (That was a lot of explaining for the payoff of “I like marble”)
So… who all has seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer? I love that show way too much. Keep in mind that I am a male college student, so my enjoyment of this show that was geared more towards the 8th grade girl audience does feel a little wierd. But I’m trying to get over it. I really am. Maybe I should just stick with the Lord of the Rings and a Song of Ice and Fire. Though now that I mention it, Game of Thrones has sort of taken all the fun out of reading ASOIAF. So what else is there? Oh, I really, really, really, really hate Mortal Instruments, but I love the Very Secret Diaries. (its by the same author, she just tweaked her name) Oh, and Percy Jackson! I never really got into Riordan’s other series, I haven’t even picked up the Norse one, and I only ever read any of the Heroes of Olympus for the Percy and Annabeth story that took three books to pick up again. Political Science major, History minor… Sometimes I wonder whether I should have just majored in History. My history GPA is higher, I am better with history than most history majors (though that doesn’t say much) and history is just something that I find very easy to get into. But they also have to write a lot more than I am comfortable with…so…nope! Now, you might think that this belongs in my bio…and you would totally be right, I’ll just copy and paste it there. 🙂
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