Big Decisions....

Okay, so I've got a dilemma. You know how I was raving about London and how I was so excited to go? Welllll now I am starting to think about Dublin. I've always wanted to go to Ireland, I was hoping to study abroad there in college. Plus.....Irish boys, annnndddd


I loooooovveee me some Guinness. Guinness + Irish Men= Awesomeness. So now what to do? London....or Dublin? I think it's time I got my research on, and start making some lists and checking them twice. (What my birthday is Christmas Day?) I welcome any opinions on which I should choose; past experiences, a preference between Irish men or English....you know. Anything that might help me along ;) Thanks kiddos!

Hindsight is 20/20

" I love him more than anything but, it's frustrating loving someone so much who possibly doesn't love you just as much"

Those words were written in the spring of 2006 by yours truly. Oh my 21 year old self you were not as dumb as I thought! Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I wish I would've gone with my instincts and ended things with D right then and there. We had a great journey together for about the next 4 years after that, and I wouldn't change it. Yes it'd be nice to have avoided the crushing heartbreak but I wouldn't be who I am today, and I must say I rather like myself. Sometimes I'm really glad I keep journals; reflecting on your past thoughts sometimes gives you better insight into your life in the present.

On a funnier note, I also am now in possession of my old HS journal.....let's just say that one is not very insightful. ( But I was in loovvveee.) Ha!

Anndddd on a more exciting note....only 8 months and 24 days till I'm in

LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am beyond excited. I already have a list of things I want to do and see, hopefully I can accomplish it all within a weeks time. I've never been to Europe before and this is going to be my first solo vacation ever. No baby steps for this kid, go big or go home. Now, if I can meet this guy

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Then we'd fall madly in love and I'd be Mrs. The Doctor and well friends, I'd be moving to the UK.

So, keeps your fingers crossed that 1.) I don't get lost in the Barcelona airport because I'm a terrible Mexican and can't speak Spanish. 2.) I don't cut my life short by attempting to drive in London, and 3.) That I DO meet David Tennant and he proposes on the spot.

Cheers!

Marisa