knowhere / know where?

so, i'm "home."
why doesn't it feel that way?

midnight munchies

a granny smith. peanut butter. soya milk.

good Samaritan

so i'm just sitting around in my seat, at the coffee shop that may as well be my bedroom for all the time i spend there, and in walks a very frazzled looking young man, who needs to know if this space offers wireless access. of course it doesn't, but i let him use my computer, and it turns out he's from LA, and he is a CAL POLY alum, and his sister (who was there too) currently studies there. it is a small world, that i would meet two strangers from the same school as one of my closest friends here in dublin. anyway, he was extremely grateful and kept asking if he could buy me a coffee as a means of saying thank you. but i told him, it wasn't at all a big deal. the two are headed for a tour of ireland, and will end up in Belfast on paddy's day. however, he asked me to email my number to him, for the few days he is around in dublin, just to buy me a drink. seems though, that i may be home by then. oh, well.

and your parents think your studying

urban flavor

urbandictionary.com

ishka:

The act or state of being cool beyond comprehension. People that are considered ishkas are thought to be the most privileged on the planet as well as being all powerful. Many people believe that ishkas are only part human. "Oh my God Milly. Have you seen Betty lately? She has gotten so totally ishka. She seriously like gives me an asthma attack when she goes by because she is so breath taking. I would DIE to be her."

essay blues

ambivalence

I head back in a week.
Home. Gangsta's Paradise. The most dangerous country in the world.
Call it what you will.