so HI you guys!
as some of you know, and some of you don't know, and, probably most likely, most of you are like "huh? whatever, shut up." i'm moving to ireland for a year in november. november 15th to be precise. 22 days from now, to be excessive and annoying. so i just thought the most efficient way of keeping the countless people who will be constantly inquiring about my glamorous lifestyle (wut up, people with a familial obligation to care?!) on top of my adventures would be to blog it up like the nerd that i am!
yes, i'm going to ireland and the background of this blog is greenish in colour. you're very perceptive for picking up on that, and even more perceptive for realizing just how adorable that is!
so why i am going to ireland? why am i going anywhere? here's the back story. upon reaching my mid-to-late-to-no-longer-important-what-stage-i'm-in-so-leave-it-alone twenties i came to the conclusion that i was in a rut. everyone in the world/the goulds were buying houses, getting married, producing offspring, and i was just hiding all of these people from my facebook newsfeed because i hate their guts. justttt kidding, your baby is really cute, i guess! but, more importantly, back to me...i was being single, volunteering to get sub days, and talking to my cat probably more than a sane (self-professed) person should. enter my darling pal, megatron (not the transformer one), and her crazy dreams of irishland and fun. i pretended i wasn't going to join her for a bit/really didn't know if i was going to join her for a bit, and didn't wanna be one of those people who tells everyone i'm moving to ireland and then never moves to ireland (those people exist), so i just mulled it over until finally i could take it no more and booked a plane ticket! so, the back story is not that cool, but neither am i so you were foolish to expect otherwise!
anyway, i'm moving to ireland and i don't want to individually tell stories over and over again, because i forget who i've told stories to, then some people hear the same stories, and by the time i get back from ireland i won't have any friends left, because they'll be all like "ugh, remember her? man does she ever re-tell stories!! this is literally one of my greatest fears in life, that i think i'm telling someone a really interesting story, but i've already told them the story. i've led a sheltered life. so, uh, what... oh yeah, cool places i go, interesting things i see, and irish boys who request my hand in marriage in exchange for canadian citizenship will be posted here for anyone who cares to stay updated! hooray for blogs right?!
warnings:
i overuse parentheses (duh).
i ramble.
i don't like to capitalize any nouns, proper or otherwise.
i'm absolutely less interesting and funny than i think i am.
self-deprecation is the only humour i know.
that's it for now!
yours internationally,
fern, jackie, jacynthe, whatever you refer to me as! xo
