time is telling her tale

yup, another week has gone by. Its crazy to even imagine that I will only be here another 2 weeks. The first chapter is coming to its end. Life is becoming so natural here. If I didn't have a major commitment ie. Uni then I'd ideally be here till at least the end of September. But I'm on a time limit.

Chara, friends and I ventured into NCADs' (national college of art in Dublin- duh!) graduating exhibit. Think about an all-art school of 600 hundred peeps with a beautiful tiny campus. I spent two days looking through it and didn't even complete te whole show. It was a good show but so different from the Montreal art. I'm more into the Montreal scene. The art here was pretty darn literal which is fine but leaves less to the imagination ( thats just my perspective on it).

The other day I went with my friend Stephanie to the Brazen Head. The Brazen Head is the oldest still standing pub in all of Ireland. It was first constructed back in the 1100's. It has such an authentic feel to it. It feels a bit like a vamped castle. The pub has loads of rooms. There was a little Irish band playing some real good music.

Walking to work is always a charm, unles its raining. Then it's just a battle. A few days ago I was walking home when for the first time in my life, I saw a Polo match. It was real cool to watch. Basically a mix of hockey and horseback riding.

Two days ago Chris (our flatmate) and I decided to go on top of our buildings' roof. But to the very top. We somehow climbed onto the very top of the roof. We could see everything! The sun was setting and the clouds were of gold. We were having so much fun being crazy until we noticed baby seagulls in nearby nests and then we were being warned by there parents. (First of all seagulls here are HUGE, they stand 2 feet tall. They look more like eagles if you ask me. They have huge beeks and piercing yellow eyes. They chill on my balcony in the early morning. They are monsters!) They weren't technically harassing us because there was no official contact. But man alive when your on the top of a square building with no where to hide, you become an instant target. They kept swooping down on us and freaking out. I guess they are really good parents.

Last night I slept over at Teresa's. She is the coolest chick ever. She's 26 and from Vienna, Austria. Anyhoo she lives across the street so that is always a charm. My other real good friend here is Karine who I'll be seeing back in Montreal. I sorta met her through Laurence minus the introduction. Karine is cool and everyone likes her because she's real, fun and non-jugemental. Besides that my other real good friend is Lenny. She hails from Moscow, Russia and she's funny and weird and 22. These are the people (besides Karine-haha!) that I will miss the most. And a huge reason on why I'm just not yet ready to leave. My heart says no! but my mind says go.