Too cool. I know.
My ride.
Michelle: Do you want to take a picture of you in the front and then one of you in the back with all the turf?
Me: I want to take one inside, outside, everywhere. I want to get all up in that tractor’s bidness.
***Note to mom: I’m not really smoking!***
Some of my readers will know that I recently got my licence, and I am slowly coming to terms with driving alone. I decided to ask my roommate Michelle for some driving alone advice. This was our conversation. It was too hilarious not to share.
Me: How long does it take for driving alone to feel normal?
Michelle: It depends on how many times you crash.
*A few minutes later*
Me: Ok, well how long did it take you?
Michelle: Well. I crashed pretty soon so….
*Few minutes later*
Me: So did you feel okay soon after the…crash?
Michelle: Well I was really really nervous at first. Then slowly, I was fine. Then crash. Then I was nervous again. Then I started to feel okay. Then the next crash. So, it took a while.
I’m experimenting with macro photography, and getting the focus juuuust right.
It is a fast paced sport played with a hurl (that stick like thing) and a ball. I thought they would have to knock it around like field hockey, but I was wrong. They have to do many skilled maneuvers with the ball, like throwing it up into the air, sprinting with it with the ball balanced on the hurl, and catching the ball that is being hurtled at them (a little too fast for my liking) with just their bare hands. I wouldn’t want to be out there (but then again I’ve always been a bit of a wuss). I would not want to mess with angry girls wearing skirts and holding weapons.
And that has been my last few days in Ireland.
Amen.

