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My name is Anne, and I am a Dublinoholic.

Emily (American friend from Ireland) told me today about a program that gives you a four month work permit for Ireland if you are a student or just graduated. I want to do it. I want to do it so badly I can taste it.

I then called my dad and had a long, fraught conversation about my future. Sometimes my daddy throws me for a loop. Essentially by the end of the conversation i had decided against taking the GRE and applying to grad school now, and I hung up the phone and started sobbing. He told me that with my brother entering college next year, he and my mom will not be able to support me financially. THey just won't. That was the first time that was spelled out for me. And I am scared, okay. Fucking terrified. This is the first time my life has had a blank slate and I have no idea what to do with it. Which is why I get whiplash every time I talk to someone new and get new ideas and perspectives.

The one thing I know for myself is this: I want to be back in Dublin. There's no question about that one. So if I can go there, maybe live with a friend, and have a job, even if it is just a waitress or bartender, well. I want t odo that.

I then proceeded to look at Ireland job listings and get drunk on Bushmills whiskey.

Why am I stressing out so much about this? It's SEPTEMBER. Fucking hell.

Bed now.

@!*)(&$@&*)@$!!

Whaaaat the actual fuck.

At 6 AM I was woken up by the fire alarm. Okay. That happens. Annoying as fuck, but okay. I pulled on warm things and stumbled outside blearily with my roommates. And then proceeded to stand outside for an hour and a half in the freezing cold. It was easily the coldest night of the season so far. The alarms in our buildings are the most ear piercing sound accompanied by strobing lights, which is oh so fun. It took the fire department about half an hour to even show up, and then they couldn't turn off the alarm. YEAH. We had to wait another hour for a security company to show up and figure out how to turn it off.

So they finally did, and we wander inside. I fall into bed to TRY to get some sleep, and five minutes later? THE ALARM STARTS AGAIN. I press my hands to my ears hoping it will stop. It does after about 30 seconds. Okay. A couple more minutes.... IT STARTS AGAIN. It went on like that, in bursts, for about five mintues. Then, blissfully, it stopped. As soon as I was half asleep.... it starts again! Hooooly shit. It was like constant repeated shots of pure adrenaline. I was so annoyed but didn't want to go anywhere. I finally managed to get a few hours of sleep, but guess what? IT JUST WENT OFF AGAIN. AT NOON.

*STAB STAB STAB* If they don't figure this out I'm gonna KILL someone. And today was supposed to be super productive! I went to bed at 2 and set my alarm for 9:30 and I was going to get SO MUCH DONE. I am angry. >:(

How is your Saturday, flist of mine?