No, Really, I'm Not Dead (Or: My Trip To Ireland: My Own Backyard)

So sorry for not updating you about my absolutely fantastic voyage across the sea. Okay, some parts were a bit less fantastic than others, like when I got lost at the park or being very very very bored at the Guinness Brewery, but some parts really were fantastic, like The Long Room at Trinity College and fresh cheese chips.

Which are French fries in the States, by the way. In case you didn't know. But now you do.

Be warned: This might be a very long post, especially if I decide to try to be funny.

Part one of my journey to the Emerald Isle actually took place in my own proverbial backyard.

Er, my old own proverbial backyard.

Unfortunately, there are no surviving pictures of this stage, so I'm just going to search up pictures on Google Images to illustrate the happenings.

After a four-hour drive and one strawnilla milkshake, I arrived on the doorstep of my awesome friend Emily, who I haven't seen in a while.

Actually, that looks a little bit like us. Just a little bit. Not at all, really.

We played Parcheesi with her brothers, made mini-pizzas, and hung out with our other friend Claire when she arrived. After Other Friend left, Emmers and I fell asleep on the sectional after watching Night at the Museum.

Lessee, what happened the day after that…

Oh, right. Wait, I forget. I remember we went shopping, but everything apart from that and the stuff between the pillow factory and the pirana breeding tank is kind of a blur. But I do remember that the next morning I had toast while watching TV, and then trundled off to the airport, where I spent a lot of time being bored out of my skull.

It wasn't quite that shiny.

We then flew to Newark with the rest of our group, and then spent several more hours sitting around. I ate a pretzel. Almost immediately after getting on the plane, I started messing with the screen and watched some movies. Dinner was better than roast beast compared to usual airplane food (that was a weird analogy…) and there were a lot of good movies. I watched Mythbusters, This Is Spinal Tap, and part of Cars before getting bored.

Before you ask, no, I did not get any sleep. I did listen to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, though.

That doll thing is staring at me…

Next time on Newfallen Mystery, Omnia monologs about sleep deprivation and explains what happened to her phone in the middle of laughing at peacocks. Claudia might put in an appearance.

It's Like Monty Python With Robots

I get to drive four hours with my mom to go to the orthodontist today--*headdesk*--but I'll be back tomorrow.

You know something's wrong when I am awake at 6 AM.

So, I had a really weird dream last night while I was only half asleep after half-waking up at 3 AM. Like, super weird. Even for me.

I don't remember a lot of it, but I think there was a plot kind of like Monty Python's The Holy Grail, except Bender from Futurama was in it. And there was another part that I think had Vendetta from Making Fiends.

I'm not quite as original as I used to be. Maybe it's all the TV I've been watching. If it wasn't for Netflix and Hulu, I would literally go insane.

Speaking of TV, did anyone see the Doctor Who mid-season finale on Saturday? Wait, it hasn't been broadcasted in the states yet.

Okay, here's an awesome thing for today. In case you're wondering, this doesn't count. But I'm still laughing evilly.

I'm sure Claudia has something to say about this, but I don't have enough life force to summon her from the depths of Hel today.

No, that's not a typo. She's Nordic.

Swords & Bridges

[My dad and I crossing a bridge]

Me: If I had a sword, it would be hard to resist the temptation to slice this wire just for fun.

Dad: Then the bridge would fall into the water.

Me: Yeah, but I'd run to the other side before that happened.

Dad: In flip-flops?

Me: Pfft, if I had a sword I wouldn't be wearing flip-flops.

Dad: You can run across the bridge anyway. You don't have to destroy it.

Me: What would be the fun in that?

Dad: 0_o

[I honestly don't know why my parents haven't started tuning out as soon as I say "If I had a sword…"]

I Feel Like A Little Girl Again

Yeah, I haven't read The Lord of the Rings. I just…can't. But my dad has been trying to get me to read them. Today, he started reading The Fellowship to me. That includes doing the voices.

Very short post today, but all my inspiration has been channeled into my current writing project, which doesn't have a title. Don't Call Me Alice? Allie in Wunderland? Eh, I'll name it when I'm finished with it. I'm halfway there!

Now I have Livin' On A Prayer stuck in my head. Drat.

Spreadable Butter is Stupid and Hates Me

The subtitle of this post is "The Post Whose Title Has Nothing To Do With Its Contents. Again."

Anyway, I didn't post yesterday, which I bet nobody noticed unless you're closely following my blog for insights into my slightly warped mind (In which case you're probably either a stalker or a psychiatrist). But today I have a couple things to post.

Thing 1: Today, I'm going to visit my grandparents! Which is going to be lovely apart from the 12-hour round-trip car ride. The horror. But I have knitting and a 10-hour Jasper Fforde book-on-CD to listen to, so hopefully it'll be better than my last trip.

Thing 2: Today in history. According to my li'l calendar thing, today was pretty eventful. Not only is today the anniversary of the first postage stamp (England, 1840), but it is also the birthdays of Robert Peary and Sigmund Freud (both in 1856. Coincidence? I THINK NOT ) and the Hindenberg explosion, which my calendar defines as (I quote): "Airship Hindenburg blew up and burned."

Lovely.

I noticed there were two "Things" in this post. 

So here is a picture of Thing 1 and Thing 2.