Fearless? Pull the other one, Taylor!

Hey guys, it's Tuesday here in, well, the world, and you know what that means...I was doing something else all weekend/last night and so am really very dreadfully late with updating my blog. Whoops!

I'm sure you were all very concerned after last week's entry and so I just wanted to update another time to let you all know that things are going well and I am almost where I need to be right now again. It was pretty difficult with the whole upheaval but I'm a fighter, and I've had a major come back.  Of sorts.

I don't want to go into too much details, because I feel like my blog might be very boring, if it's just a consequtive series of updates and plans. If you know me, then you'll already probably know what I'm up to at the minute, and what's been happening in my life. If you don't know me, you need to change that!

I just realised, though, that there's been a severe lack of witty banter and embarassing anecdotes as of late so I've been wracking my brains trying to think of what has happened lately. Where are all the random run ins with random boys? Where are all the social faux pas? Where are all the awkward times when I keep on talking to people even when they make it clear they don't want to talk to me anymore? I assure you, all of these things are still going on. Oh sweet Miriam, they're going on big time.

Last night was pretty entertaining. Some friends said they were going to touch rugby practice and would I like to go along. Being in dire need of some exercise, and a pretty big rugby fan, I thought 'Sure, why not.' So I showed up in my exercise gear, ready to get down and dirty. Although still not really understanding what the rules actually were. I donned my orange bib which clashed nicely with my pink t-shirt and I was ushered onto the field to play a match. It was certainly a learning experience. On the one hand I learnt that I was actually pretty good at taking down the big guys when they tried to get past me. On the other hand, I learnt that it's hard to make a good impression on the cute Australian guys on your team when you're an actual IMBECILE when it comes to sport. And they have to constantly shout out where you should be going and tell you to GET ON THE WING (which we all know is code for the crappest player position). Either way, I had lots of fun playing for a few hours and it felt really nice to actually be active for a change. Rather than actively eating chocolate like a piggy!

This weekend I had some really good times too. On Friday night, I moved the first half of my stuff to the new place I'll be living for a while. It was some fun dragging four large bags onto trams, particularly when the most fragile of those bags was full of my underwear and likely to fall out on the road everywhere( if I've learnt anything from my odd existence.) I eventually made it, but then I was rushing back out for dinner with a friend. We went to this lovely Italian restaurant where you ordered at the top the type of pizza/pasta dish you want, take a beeper, and they buzz you when they've made it fresh for you. As usual, I managed to get some banter from the waiters...Who tried to fool me into thinking my pizza was non existant (or something like that) Classic Italians, I guess. As soon as they knew I was English speaking and not German, the banter came flying!

After dinner we went for fro yo at Mister Wong's which was very yummy and it was just nice to be out doing something normal and social with my friday nights for a change. Plus, it was lovely to catch up because I hadn't seen him in a good few weeks.

Saturday and Sunday were pretty great days for me. For details, listen to a happy Taylor Swift song. That is pretty much my thoughts on the whole thing. Needless to say, there was a guy involved. A lovely guy. And a 24 hour date. In which I got to wear my pyjamas for some of it, and impersonate Billy Ray Cyrus, and he treated me to McDonalds and we watched rugby, and it was just really cool. And it made me feel all happy and normal and like the sort of girl who actually has a boy who actually likes her and does normal things like holding hands etc without being ridiculed. It was a really important landmark for me. I hope there are many more of these such dates. And guess what? I'll let you in on a secret. I really like him. As a literally nice and wonderful specimen of boy. Guess that means he's not gonna be in touch again!

Well, one thing is certain:

Another point has been crossed off my bucket list.
As well as the even more important life long bucket list thing already crossed out.

I tell you what, I only have like 3 points left to fulfill before I turn 22 now- I am doing super well with the whole fulfilling dreams thing!

I'm gonna have to add some of my more wacky thoughts back to the list
1)See snow on a beach
2) Be in two places at once (realised when I wrote this that I'd already fulfilled it...originally pinched of course from 'A Walk To Remember', as was my solution to the scenario)
3) Fall in love
4)Discover something new
5)Become a voice on the radio/television

What else has been happening? The job hunt is continuing. I applied to be a babysitter/ a tutor/ a dogwalker/ a language assistant- all to no avail. I've gotten some hours sorted for working still in my old job but need something else...will keep you updated if I reach a solution. Here's hoping I do!

I hope you are all well, and as usual, all comments are so wonderfully appreciated. Your comments make it worthwhile writing :)

And then Barbie mounted the other llama

It's actually been a week since my last entry...I have once more become a weekly blogger...so sorry! For anybody out there (hi Mum) who's been checking back to see if I have updated and discovered I haven't posted anything, I'm really sorry. I'm not really sure why I never seem to be here to post anymore...it might be because the weeks are going so fast that I can't keep up or it might be because I'm really lazy or it might be because I have actually been out living a little bit rather than sitting at my computer screen, and this is a good thing, right? For me it is everything. To have actually had a weekend where I feel like one of the things on my life long bucket list has finally been fulfilled. Bearing in mind, this is something I've been wishing for since I was about 10 years old that has finally been fulfilled. I'm not going into details. Some of you know what I am talking about. Just to say: I feel really good about this and it has filled me with a completely new vigour for life. It seems to be that I actually have the potential to be treated as a normal girl, not a girl people think it is alright to say to 'You're a bit strange'. I am. But it's not okay to say so. Everything seems a bit more HD in life. Hallelujah.

It's been nearly two months since I arrived here now and I can't believe it. I feel already like I have grown up in so many ways and learnt so much. I have met so many people lately that just seem like they're worth knowing. This makes me really excited that I have the potential to have a large and varied group of friends here. I feel like inside I am a warmer, happier person than beforehand. I am also a bit less of a cry baby. My skin is getting so thick that things just bounce of me like a Mr Bump/Mr Strong collision...That's right. I don't mean to boast, but I can literally read Mr. Strong from start to finish without the book in front of me. Impressive, right?

I had an extra class last Friday and it was really cool. We had class in a tapas bar..and no, the irony wasn't lost on me ordering tapas in German...It was nice though, it felt more like an evening out with friends, than being students and a teacher. We even all said goodbye to each other with literal cheek kisses on street corners. I felt like a major European. I really wish this sort of thing happened at home too. People'd be a lot happier in life! I would be anyway... ;)

What's been happening lately? That's a good question. Except for my obvious self revelations, I've learnt so much more about how people work too. I've made friends. I've lost some too. It's a shame. But I'm trying to live without regrets. On a similar vein, Fizzy Man and me are now on the outs. He sent me a text message today saying 'You're a silly girl. You do things I don't approve of. I don't have time for silly little girls.' I couldn't even bring myself to respond. The children told it true though. They shook their heads at his cheek when I read the message and said 'You should not marry Fizzy Man. You will find someone better.' On the plus side, I got married to a five year old while we were pretending an elaborate make believe in which he was a pretty red haired woman in a nice dress smoking a cigarette and I was a really cool handsome man also smoking a cigarette. Match made in heaven.

Today I was watching Barbie the llama with the children and she suddenly legged it after the other llama down the field. Ever saw a llama run? It's worth a watch...seriously. Anyway, we instantly thought it was a fight between two female llamas...and then I noticed something. And thought...'Oh crap, is she gonna...no, she can't be, she's a she...' and suddenly it was the bathroom scene in Mrs Doubtfire all over again. Turns out love is in the air on the llama farm. And Barbie? Barbie is a dude.

This weekend I went to Zurich on Saturday to watch the GAA 10 year celebration tournament. It was great. I couldn't believe the crowd of Irish people all in one place. They had come from all over the North of Switzerland to compete and socialise. For me it was a great chance to meet some new people. And I did meet some people I really dug. And people I definitely want to see again. The only problem being making friends with people who live upwards of two hours away. Will they ever be bothered having to make the train journey to hang out? Will I ever buy the half-price ticket for train travel?? All these questions, and a few more. It was a great day, though.  I wasn't home until 1AM which is practically sunrise by my normal standards of bed time going. 

Yesterday I went to see the end of the Basel half-marathon as two guys I'm friends with here were competing. It was a cool day to get out as well. It was lovely to hang out with three people who really have been good friends to me since arriving here, even though I'm a bit of a pain. Not to mention the wee baby, who sometimes is necessary to restore my faith in the goodness and sweetness of little ones. We all went for lunch. Where I managed to get sunburnt. Under an umbrella. On a cloudy day. I had a lovely salad worth mentioning just because it was both peaches and feta cheese and yet was still delicious- such a good combo actually!!

We all went to the pub in the afternoon and I got a chance to for once have a bit of a girly gossip with my friend outside. It was great because normally there's no other girls about. I also got a chance to chat to some awesome people I already know and meet some new people. It always surprises me to get compliments. And when people are so nice to me. People were saying my accent is beautiful. Never usually get told that. And one really nice guy offered to basically be my friend if I wanted to go to the cinema or for dinner or for anything really- how nice is that??

If I was to review this weekend...I'd be getting near to 10/10. The only real problem I'm having at the minute is my usual post-weekend fret that I imagined all of these lovely people I met were actually interested in me and actually wanted to see me again. You never can tell. Other than that, I feel pretty much complaint free. I feel like a Cheshire Cat if I stop to think of how far I've come from when I first arrived. So here it is, I'm happy. I have a place here. Almost. I'm so close I can touch it. I just need to reach a little bit more...

Anway, fingers crossed this entry will take me up to the 2000 views mark on my blog. Thank you for reading, watch this space....for the next manic depressive rant is due, I guess!

And remember, always check your llamas for phalluses before you name them after female icons. ;)