everyone in the house spent all day cleaning yesterday for these inspection things that they have here. of course, i got shitfaced and decided to start cooking in the middle of the night and left a huge mess. stayed in my room all day.
my roommates want me dead. im not gonna put up a fight.
I hope your stay in gaol was pleasant enough and wonder if they have the same bail system as we do and should I set up a fund? I do hope you will get to church once in a while. I will let you go and I love you and miss you,
before you breathe that sigh of relief, remember that this is my life. i received that email while extremely intoxicated. in an attempt to reply with a nice email out of gratitude, i end up writing back to her:
dear mom im resentful that you were cooler than me at your age. fuck you, you asshole. -your daughter, cecilia.
"Last night we went out after drinking polish vodka (very strong…very bad idea) Step into the club…as soon as I get there end up talking/dancing with 30 something polish guy for most of the night. 4hours later we leave together (I leave my group) and go to this place…I’m not quite sure of how to describe it I’ve never heard of it in the states. But people go there strictly to have sex…its divided into booths and you close them with a curtain. We then leave. O yeah and maggie "protectiva" is condom in polish. Parts of the night are a tad blotchy like, why I left? why I left? why my underwear was in my purse? And what the fuck was the brothel-sex house?"
came home drunk and decided to email my mom. of course it went like this:
i know i havent emailed you back but its only because i thought calling you would be more effective.. but that didnt work. anywY ireland has beeen preettty epic. ive already spent the night in jail. ive hooked up with random irish boys. i dont know if youd be proud or not. im sorry.
anyway this is the way my life goes
not with a bang but a whimper.
”my one regret in life is that i am not someone else” -woody allen.
i don’t know why i got arrested or where i was when it happened. all i know is that it felt like michael collins era prison. it was freezing and i was still drunk so i really believed that if i thought hard enough i would be able to escape.
i also decided that as soon as i broke out of there i was gonna call my mom and tell her everything. thank god i lost my phone. sort of.
oh and the best part is that irish jail is a bit emotionally distressing, and because i had no sharp objects to distract me from the horror of it all I BIT MYSELF.