It's a beautiful day in Dublin. The birds are signing, there is hardly any traffic and no sign of a siren as of yet.


I think I accidentally (ok, I know I did, but it was accidental) packed my Michigan Pimp Pad tshirt. This means I'll have to open one of the bags to pull it out. After searching it out. I'm thinking my main targets for the day are: the Liffey, Oscar Wilde, St Patrick's Catedral, perhaps Molly Malone and Oscar Wilde.


One of the saddest things in the world has to be when something ends early and you don't want it to. Two months to two weeks, two weeks to two days. I think the number two has it out for me and I don't really appreciate that.


In other news, I actually found an internship that is right up my alley. Now I'm wondering how many more like this actually exist. I saw one located in the UK, but I think it's long past due that I spend more than two weeks in a country whose language I can't understand.