Taken to Dublin

I told myself I wouldn't watch it, even after countless people suggested it as "friendly advice" to a soon to be study abroader (including my mom). Well somehow this fearfully intense and anxiety attack inducing (and surprisingly really GOOD) movie appeared on Sasha's TV the NIGHT BEFORE I left for Ireland. Of course once it was on I had to see what it was all about, and ever since I stepped foot out of my mom's car at the Cleveland airport I haven't looked a man in the eye without this predictable paranoia... and no I am not flattering myself by being scared of being stolen, and no I'm not holding it against my father that he is not a government agent with incredible martial arts and gun skills. I just keep telling myself that irish men are sooo much nicer than those french jerks. ughhh.

Well good news is through all the taken scares and the mounds of snow, I thankfully made it out of Cleveland and Newark on time. When we got on our humungo plane in Newark I had every intent of passing out right when I buckled up...until I saw the temptress touchscreen TV that had my name all over it, complete with on demand movies, shows, games and music. WHO could ever sleep with that in front of them??! worst idea ever. Dexter, sleep, computer chess, dinner, The Office, sudoku, sleep, music, sudoku, breakfast, watch sunrise over Ireland, land, top o' the mornin!

First sight of Dublin: