Today was a great day! Allthough it`s Wednesday, it`s the second workday of this week. Monday was free vohoo! Now it`s 2 more days and the week is over again. I`m lovin` it lalalla.
As the realllly busy time is over (i`m sure the next busy time comes soon, i don´t even worry about that), these two days have been a bit slow. A lot of sanding and cleaning again as usual. But today was a
But the fun didn´t stop with the forklift. I have had a pimple on my forehead for two days now. As i`m not really womenly-like person, i don´t take any care of my skin you see. Don´t have to think what all the dust does to the skin, eh? Aaaanyways, i got it yesterday morning. And ofcourse, Master saw it also and the whole day he was pointing at it and trying to hammer it with a hammer and so on. So he asked me to PLEASE put some make-up on. As i don´t have any, he suggested to try a plaster instead. I even thought that i`ll do it, but totally forgot. I managed to get rid of the bastard in the evening, but he still put a plaster on my forehead today. We laughed for a while and then i tried to calm down. But i just couldn`t manage it! I just kept on laughing while he tried to explain me some stuff. He started laughing also and there we were, laughing at nothing for a while. Then i took few deep breathes and said that i`m ok now. Or so i thought. The second he started talking, i remembered the palster on my forehead and thought how random it might look and started laughing again. He then left to not laugh himself and it took me few minutes to gather myself. All the time i was just laughing, almost tears in my eyes. This might have happened about 3 times in a row. Then we decided that i have the mental capacity of a 7 year old. I loved every minute of it! Laughter is awesome!
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randomly find some places there (the weather was just heavenly! Sun shining, living is easy), but then the hangover kicked in. On Friday i went for a pint with the german dude (i should give him a name also... let`s say he`s George. Jes, George sounds good), sorry GEORGE, didn`t drink THAT much, but somehow my hangovers are killers. It doesn`t take much and i`m allready dead the next day. Aaanyways, had a really nice evening. The next day as i allreayd said, i went to Cork, to get answers about the internet, which i didn´t get and then cruised around out from the city center and then i died and then i got back to Kinsale. The weather in Kinsale wasn´t that nice at all! At some point i went for a coffee and then me and George ended up having a little roadtrip. To a beach. No idea right now about the name. I can say, it might have been something like "ö<skdvbLBVLHABlkjdv", you know, the usual names here. After that we went for a irish coffee in a little pub outside city centre. There was some crazy rugby event, so the whole Kinsale was full of random drunk people the whole weekend. The pubs were full and didn`t see a decent face for 3 days!
Sunday was planned as a festival day with Master. There was some kind of a THING at a place called Ballymalue? Or Ballymelue? Or Ballymaluu? God knows what, but the plan was to go there with Master. I sent him a message on Saturday. He hadn`t asnwered, so me and George decided to go to a roadtrip. So 10:45 we started the car and off we went. It turned out later that Master couldn´t call me or send me any messages and he had been trying to find me, but i was gone allready by then. So, the roadtrip...
I guess it looked something like that. Lately i have noticed, that i don´t have any other word for anything irish than "random". So was the roadtrip! We rode on the coastal line and stopped in total random places and made pictures. Unfortunatelly, my phone camera sucks, so i didn´t get any good ones. George on the other had had a real camera, so hopefully i`ll get the pictures when he comes back from his German trip next week. I can show you one or two now. They`re bad, but just to give the idea of what it`s like in here:
The nature is great! We managed to get to a totally wild place also. The roads were insane and the nature awesome. When we had been driving about 3 hours we decided that we should also go to that festival in Ballymaluu-melou-mauloo-whatever-place. Thanks to the GPS we ended up in Ballydehob... oh dear... And there was ALSO a festival. A jazz-festival to be accurate. So we were like hell yeah, festivaaaal. Parked the car, went to eat the shittiest fish`n chips on the planet and took a pint. Then we called to the friends from soon to be discovered in another festival and asked, where they were. They were in a hotel. We asked the locals that where is this hotel? All we could hear was: "hrr, grr, hubrrr, hrr, the last hotel here was closed in the 70s" Well, isn´t that nice! So was it, we were lost. We finished our pints while watching a puppetshow and then opened the Ireland map and looked that how many places start with "Bally"... there was 1,5 pages full of ONLY places that start with "Bally"... HAHAHAH! Lovelyyyyy! Well, what else could we do than start driving back to Kinsale. I guess the other guys would have been too drunk by the time we would have somehow managed to find the mysterious Ballydemuhuu. But it was just so hilarious and RANDOM, that we regret nothing. Allthough, on the way back i said something about the festival and George told me never ever to use the word "festival" again. But i pointed out that if i see him collecting anger inside, i`ll just whisper "festival" and run as fast as i can, so he can explode. That was the deal! But it was a aweosme trip and i planned to get a kaverikuva (friend-picture, it just sounds so much better in finnish) with a sheep, because there`s not that many sheep as you might expect. More cows! Definatelly more cows! But all the time we saw some sheep, they were too far, or the house was too near or the fence was too high. But some day, i say SOME DAY, i`m going to do it. Hopefully it happens in the next 3 weeks, so i will have some awesome memorabilia of the time spent here. Not everyone has a kaverikuva with a irish sheep!
The other day i made a really good joke. Well atleast i think it was. Master said that "jes, it was a good joke. I didn`t get it" and gave me thumbs up. But the situation was: there`s a girl from Poland at work (if i remember correctly) and she was asking about the blackpudding and the whitepudding at lunchtime. She said that she understands that the blackpudding is made out of blood, that`s why it`s black. But what`s the whitepudding made of? What makes it white? And my answer: "hopes and dreams"! KATCHINNNG! I was laughing myself so hard that i have no idea if someone else got it or not! Still makes me laugh! God damn, i`m awesome!!!
Well well well, it seems that we have 3 weekends left here on this random island. I promise myself to make aweosme plans for the next weekend and i shall not drink before i have visited all the museums in Cork! Nääh, don`t worry, i`m not drinking much here. Otherwise i wouldn´t give a flying f*ck about the hangover, i would be so used to them allready. No worryes, honey-bunnys, I´ll take good care of myself!
P.S. Got a nice rock piece from one guy at work. He`s making tables out of rock (`n roll) there and he had this green rock, which name i cannot remember right now, but they sell it in the souvenir-shops everywhere for luck and love and god knows what and i just got it for free for making puppy-eyes and saying PLEAAAAAAASE in an utterly annoying voice! VICTORY!