Ginger Adventures

WHEN I SEE ALL THESE GRADUATION STATUS UPDATES

whatshouldwecallgradschool:

credit: Tyler

…a year after I graduated and I’m jobless….

Hope this crop of graduates have better luck than I have

notahoe:

there are like 3 or 4 songs in my itunes library that make me go from depressed young adult to full on stripper in 0.02 seconds 

(via disneyg33k)

wilwheaton:

I really hope Yahoo doesn’t fuck up Tumblr like it’s fucked up … well, every single thing it’s ever touched in the history of the universe.

(via fishingboatproceeds)

Thoughts

Yesterday while walking through the city centre in Carlow, Ireland with my aunt someone pick pocketed me and stole my wallet. Most of my money, credit card, debit card, and id are now gone. I’m here for another week with little money and only my passport to prove who I am.

I was devastated. I’ve never been robbed before. It’s a horrible feeling. Once I was past the grief I became angry with myself. I feel so stupid for making myself vulnerable.

Then I started noticing little internal messages from earlier in the day that were telling me not to let this happen. Before leaving the house I thought about leaving my money at the house (since it was the weekend and I wouldn’t be able to change it over to euro anyway) if I had I wouldn’t have lost so much money. Then I thought I should bring a purse to keep my wallet safe but I didn’t because I figured we were only running into one place and wouldn’t be gone long. Then I thought I shouldn’t leave it in my back pocket because it wasn’t safe but I didn’t move it cuz I was to preoccupied with other things. And just like that it was gone.

I’m a firm believer in guardian angles and those gut feelings were from my guardian angel. I believe I have one because my luck is just too good to be true sometimes. I know someone has to be watching over me.

Today I went to visit my brother’s grave because I’ve always felt like he is the one watching over me like any big brother should. Even though I’ve never met him I’ve always felt him with me. It’s hard not being able to visit him whenever I like. He was born a good few years before me and here in Ireland not in the US like me. So he’s buried here with my grandfather and uncle. I sat by his grave and apologized for not listening and thanked him for trying to warn me. After leaving i felt a weight come off me. I’m not so worried about the things I’ve lost and now determined to not miss out on time with my family.

Some day ill meet him, but until then I’ll try harder to listen to those gut feelings he sends me.

electricbanjo:

JUST FOUND OUT I MISSED EUROVISION

FUCK

BEST SONG COMPETITION OF THE YEAR AND I MISSED IT

As an American I don’t get Eurovision I just don’t understand it.

I’ve visited Ireland during the Eurovision in the past and then this time but no matter what I don’t get it. Maybe cuz my family doesn’t really like it