Not THAT hairy...

I completely plan on having nothing of any real substance to report for the next couple days before I come home. My plan is just to achieve perfect relaxation here in Dublin for the next couple days…even though that still includes like 10 miles of walking around each day. I really should just chill out cause I need to stop being sick but hey, when in Dubsies right?

So here are my thoughts for the day in some respect (by that I mean that you should not assume these are the only thoughts that I have had today…these are just the thoughts that I decided to share for the day):

Ok so I want to know who decided what items were appropriate to be sold in Kiosks. ‘Cause it pretty much seems like the “kiosk items” (KI) have become pretty much universal worldwide. Like who decided that, whenever people were in a crowded shopping area, they needed to all have somewhat instant access to covers for not only their own cell phone, but pretty much ever random cell phone model that exists? And it’s not like these kiosks stock up on really cool cell phone covers evern! It’s like they choose the cheesiest covers possible and tag them with a big KI. Like yeah, ok I MAY someday need another cover for my iphone. But there is absolutely no chance that I will ever need a shiny-metalic, plastic case with face diamonds stuck to it all over. I just won’t ever need that. And God knows that I’ll never need a cell phone case with a big picture of betty boop on the back giving me googly eyes. That just won’t happen. But for some reason, you can pretty much find cell phone cover kiosks just about anywhere that a significant amount of shopping is done in the world as far as I can tell.

Also, crappy sunglasses. Why? If I wan’t crappy sunglasses, I go to a gas station; not a kiosk. I guess my main deal with them is that, even if you want to argue that people actually do buy stuff at them (which I very much doubt), then I just have to say that I have almost NEVER seen anyone stopped at a kiosk and actually looking around. I just have a hard time believing that they are profitable. I’d love to look at the business model/plan for starting up a kiosk business.

Moving on. Ok so I completely understand drinking games. And by that I mean that I can easily get my mind around the reasons that people play them. They want to end up drunk and they want to have more fun doing it than can be had by just sitting around a table. Plus, if you play the right ones, you could end up drunk more quickly. It’s like having a good reason to chug beer. The thing that I don’t understand is why people seem determined to put on a charade wherein they pretend that they’re upset whenever the game forces them to drink a lot. Like the total reason that people play the games is to get drunk, but then they decide that they have to pretend that it’s not and that they’re upset. Example: there are two guys playing some weird version of beer pong in front of me and every time that one of them has to drink a lot, the guy who has forced him to do it by playing the game well, acts all excited and the guy who is having to drink a lot pretends like he hates it that he has to drink so much. But people WANT to drink! That’s why they play games. It’s like the games should be switched around to where, whenever you play well, you get to drink more. At least that would be more honest. I think the point though is that people play drinking games so that they can get drunk quickly and can still deny that they were TRYING to get drunk quickly. They just pass it off on having played the game poorly. I have resolved to, if I ever actually play a drinking game, be annoyingly honest about it and cheer when I “lose” and have to drink a lot. Probably just avoid drinking games though…

In this dining room that I am sitting here typing in, there is music playing. The song is “From Yesterday” by 30 Seconds to Mars. I cant decide whether it’s sadder that they are actually playing this song or sadder that I know every single word. Probably the latter…

So today I saw the funniest thing that I’ve seen in a while. As I’m walking around the city center, I saw a dude sitting on the ground on the side of the street begging for money. Now as pathetic as I honestly think that is (and have talked about why before) I really enjoyed the situation that this beggar was in. As I was watching, ANOTHER beggar came over and started getting his beg on TO THE OTHER BEGGAR! Haha like he was trying to talk the other beggar into giving him some of his money. I listened in on their conversation and the begging beggar totally whipped out all the stuff he would have whipped out if he was asking me for money to this other guy. He was like, “come on man, don’t you have anything you could spare for my family? I’ve gotta take care of them and I’ve got to get some money for food…” I chuckled to myself while watching. Maybe that makes me a bad person but I’ve talked about why I have a hard time appreciating beggars before and I don’t feel like preemptively defending any judgment that will come at me due to this paragraph by getting into my reasons again.

Crappy wine with a screw-top.

As I’m walking around town today, I pass many people. All of these people are very different. All of a sudden, as I’m walking, I realize that all the people that I am passing are exactly the same. Oh my gosh! All of a sudden, I’m walking through a group of about 150 (no exaggeration) TINY old women!! Like these women were really old. I’m gonna have to assume that they were all over the age of 75 at least with most of them being closer to 85. There wasn’t a single one that came above my shoulder and they were all walking really slowly. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON! But it was awesome. It was like I was in a sea of old woman for a solid 45 seconds. It was hilarious. And they all gave me the sweetest smiles. It was weird though for a minute. There were just SO MANY of them!!

Ok well I gotta go cause I need to dedicate myself more to the conversation that I’m having with Riley on facebook. I dig you all though.

Face face face!!!