GET YOUR ASS TO THE AIRPORT EARLIER NEXT TIME!!!

So today I will attempt Trip #2.

Should I succeed, I will be touring around Southern Ireland for the next four days.

For some reason (could be that I've been really sick the last 5 days) I haven't been able to get excited about this. Which is extremely odd since the whole time the only thing I've been able to look forward to was my trip to Ireland. Of course, after the dissapoint from missing my trip to Poland (which I only started to get excited about during the week leading up to supposed take-off date) maybe I'm just afraid to get my hopes up only to be let down again.

Which I know shouldn't happen, because I'm traveling with Becca who is one of the most responsible people I've ever met in my life. Seriously. Oh, and Erin is going too, but if it were up to the two of us, we wouldn't be leaving for the airport at 4:30, when our plane leaves at 9:00. That's just how Becca does Airports all the time. I wish she had planned our trip to Poland Noel and Myself. Why did I just capitalize Myself? I think it has to do with habit of seeing the words MySpace...Anyways, Onwards...

I loaded up on meds this morning, and took some DayQuil to wake me up, and then had 2 redbulls about an hour ago, so I'm hoping that will at least get me through the airport, even if its all just lies to my body telling me that I feel fine, if that's what I need to be fake excited, and feel the faux rush of exhilaration, then so be it. Or SoBe it...I wish they sold those here..I could really go for one right about now. I miss them. 1st thing appointed on my list of things to do when I get home, go on a SoBe run. Maggie you're presence is required.

What was I supposed to be getting around to?

Oh, right. Ireland. I just checked the weather, and its supposed to be cold, in the 50s the whole time....man, the fates are set on trying to ruin this trip for me, even if I make it, arent they. Regardless, I am deciding right now that it will be amazing. I will be Paddywacking (actually its a Paddywagon Tour, but my choice of words make it seem more fun and adventurous) my way through the green Mother Ireland, and I will love every minute of it.

Even when I'm vomitting in Erin's lap, since I made the mistake of eating breakfast this morning. Why do I do it? I have no logic. Although Abby tells me that my problem isn't that I lack common sense, she believes I can be quite practical at a given moment in time, but that I choose to be non-sensical? And retire my good senses in sacrifice for the sake of entertainment--for which she appreciates me. This little speech made me laugh. I have yet to decide if I concur.

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