Well, I'm sitting in my new room in Dublin listening to shitty dance music coming from the next room and reggae (sometimes rap) coming from downstairs. And sometimes I can hear the other guy praying. But not when the music is playing, obviously. Prayers are a private thing and he doesnt try to share them with us.

Registration day tomorrow in Ballyfermot. Thats another €180 gone. Unless I get taken in to the other course, then its... €380? something like that. I need a job, fast. But without knowing what hours Ill have in college, i cant plan any kind of job. And the interviewers at Ballyfermot told me that I shouldnt work more than 10 hours a week. Sure, I could do that. Goodbye food. I was getting fat anyway.

And I made a discovery. By stumbling around the internet I found out that I have been horribly emotionally abused. Wow. By practically everyone in the world. At least those Ive met. Read about what Ive gone through here. I feel so numb.

Despite the tone of the journal so far, I am looking forward to the coming year. And there is a place to do kendo very near here. If I have the time, I will be doing that too. With all of this going on, dont expect me to be going home to Galway much. Even less than last year.

Now to feed, while i can still get food...