but we tried to fight it ([info]briycamp) wrote,
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  • Music: coldplay: 'sparks'

excuse my french, but:

WTF?

I was charged 64.88 for an 8 minute credit-card phone call from Ireland to the USofA! BASTARDS!


money stuff
P1: 21.73+100.00(from Dad)=121.73-64.88(BASTARDS!)=56.85
ST: Yay! Phantom charge taken care of: 67.13
And those both should reflect all charges from Ireland, which is extra exciting.

Yawn. It's 4:54. I'm not sure why I'm awake, but I am, so I'm trying to make use of it. Currently uploading Ireland pictures, because Amy shamed me into it. Then, writing my first CRW short assignment, a personal statement for Marshall or Mitchell, and working out. Shower, dress, work. AIDS clinic. At least I don't have to start at Auntie Anne's until Saturday (job #3)! On another note, why is photobucket so slow? It's not like I'm updating 19 pictures at a time?! (Yes, it is.)

Meh. Not much is coming on this writing assignment. Anyway- must post. Will likely edit later. :)

SUCCESS! FINALLY!
Here is my Ireland album, which has roughly four million (300 something) pictures in it. I certainly don't expect you to care to see all of them, but please peruse. You can either look at the thumbnails and click the ones you want to see more closely, or watch it as a slideshow, which is possibly easier.

Ireland Pictures!

ETA, one more time: Here's my first assignment for my fiction writing class. It's supposed to be 250 words, then stop, so there you go:

Number Forty-Seven

James was wedged between an overweight construction worker and a dark-clad teenager at the Registry of Motor Vehicles when his fiancée called to inform him that the wedding was off. It was actually the third time this month she’d done so, and he almost didn’t hear his cellphone over the blaring from his neighbor’s iPod. When he did pick it up, he half-expected it to be Michael. As assistant to the lowest man on the totem pole at Franklin County’s Office of the Public Defender, James’s lunch hour was usually forty-five minutes, and he’d had to spend today’s trekking through the first damn snowstorm of the season to get his license replaced. He’d spent the last twenty minutes glancing between the clock on the pea-green wall and the little slip of paper in his hands. Number forty-seven. So much for lunch.

James took a deep breath and opened the phone. “Sweetheart,” he began, only then remembering the fight they had had the night before, but he still wasn’t expecting

“I’m leaving you.”

He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it, caught himself looking at the teenager next to him for sympathy, but the kid had turned up his music, ostensibly to drown out James’s conversation, and now appeared to be asleep. “Jesus, Ashley,” he fumed. “Do you know where I am?”

This seemed to catch her off-guard. “No.” She hesitated. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the RMV. I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me while I’m at the RMV. Only you.”

“Well how the Hell was I supposed to know you were at the RMV?”

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[info]eviltwin

June 29 2006, 11:29:46 UTC 5 years ago

Yeeeah, piccies! :P

That's a ridiculous amount for a phone call :/ It's not like it's the MOON or anything, jeez!

Have a good day, hon. x

[info]eviltwin

June 29 2006, 15:03:49 UTC 5 years ago

You dirty stop-out! Love all the 'you drinking' pics ~grins~

No, seriously..you and Amy both got some absolutely AWESOME piccies. I love the crazy rabbit, and the cathedral pics. And the beach shots. And the poems and jokes, pubs, churches (yay for randomness!).

Galway looks beautiful. ~sighs~

[info]eviltwin

June 29 2006, 15:05:38 UTC 5 years ago

P.S. Hehehe, I missed the last page! That last pic of you is so cute! Aaaaw! ~snugs~

[info]briycamp

June 29 2006, 15:14:23 UTC 5 years ago

I'm not sure what a "dirty stop-out" is, but I totally probably am one. I noticed, from the album, that it looks like I did a lot more drinking than I did--I only drank (muchly) on the first and last nights (and nights ending in 'y'), but I look awfully drunk, it's true. I waited for you online this morn but missed you, which was le sad.

I'm going back to Galway next summer, so you should come! :) Oh, and I've applied for a master's program in Ireland, so then I'd have to impose on you all the more frequently.

[info]eviltwin

June 30 2006, 07:14:24 UTC 5 years ago

I waited for you online this morn but missed you, which was le sad :(

Arg, sorry..It depends on whether my boss is around or not as to whether I get to chat. He doesn't mind me surfing the net at all, but when I have stuff to do for him he prefers me not to be chatting :| And yesterday and today are our invoicing days (which is muuuch fun)

Galway would be fabulous! I'll have to see what I can manage next year, besides a trip to see Dad ;)

[info]goodtwin

June 29 2006, 16:59:21 UTC 5 years ago

O.o you take more pictures than my sister in law! ~lol~

Awesome :D (Not awesome about high phone call costs. :\ owch)

[info]anatketani

June 30 2006, 01:58:42 UTC 5 years ago

*squeaks* OMG in one of those pictures *I* look drunk!! And I only had five Bulmers during the entire trip!

*laughs*
I nicked a whole bunch of these to put on my photobucket so people can see them. I really like that pic of me on the beach holding my OMG so adorable stones with the holes in them that creeped you out.

"Is that a DEAD JELLYFISH!?!??!"
"European girls are sooo beautiful."
"GET DOWN!"
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