When you're around, I'm always laughin' :)
Listening to the B-52s, baby. My roommates are all gone; Steph and Taylor took an early bus out of town and Mikat, whom I haven't mentioned a lot, is sick and went to the emergency room with Siobhan. Spare an extra thought/prayer for her, if you do that. She's pretty quiet and doesn't hang out with us a lot, but she's still a cool girl.
Went out with a HUGE group of us last night. No pictures yet; since my camera eats batteries, whenever we go out from now on, I'll probably just have the other girls email me pictures. Plus, we all know my tendency to leave things places or lose things. Speaking of, I lost an earring last night :(. Now, it's not as though it was a particularly nice earring, just a cheap target earring, but it was long and dangly and silver and pink, and I'd been getting compliments on them all night. Maybe someone found it on the way home, or maybe it'll show up around the flat somewhere. Boo.
A fantastic bit of news I have to share with you. I'm a juice drinker, and when I was younger, I went to the Ocean Spray factory, and when we were done with the tour, we got to go down to a testing room and try a bunch of juice. Seriously, this was a long time ago, and anyone who knows me very well knows that my favorite juice there was the Cran-Currant juice. Well, when I went into the grocery my first day, I was browsing the juice aisle, and there it was, Cranberry-Black currant juice!!!! So, I didn't make it up. It's real. And it's delicious.
More strange things about Ireland:
Always a queue (or Q) and never a line. "So, are you queueing up for the bar there?"
Americans are loud, or the Irish are quiet. I'm inclined to think the former. We're always hyper aware of ourselves when we go in some place. People stare and they know we are American.
Another thing...at home, I'd think nothing of going out in a group of 10-20 people...we never see Irish people out in bigger groups than 2 or 3, maybe 4. Maybe because they're quiet and couldn't talk loud enough for more people to hear them :P.
Siobhan said "Cheerio!" on the phone with me today :)
Pints are big. Like, really. Go find a pint mearsuring cup and look at it. I can drink about two beers when I'm out and I'm good for the rest of the evening.
That's all on that for now. One more thing: I'm sick, or getting that way...not sure which. Runny nose, sore ears and throat, that kind of thing. I'll buy vitamins and cough drops today before I leave for Galway. I won't be back again to check on the blog or you guys 'til Monday, but I will have my cell if you need to get a hold of me on that. And I promise I'll have fantastic pictures, no matter what. But I need to pack and eat lunch, so I'm signing off. Have a good weekend everyone!
P.S. Taylor busted out the southern accent last night. You should be looking forward to those pictures when I come home :)
Went out with a HUGE group of us last night. No pictures yet; since my camera eats batteries, whenever we go out from now on, I'll probably just have the other girls email me pictures. Plus, we all know my tendency to leave things places or lose things. Speaking of, I lost an earring last night :(. Now, it's not as though it was a particularly nice earring, just a cheap target earring, but it was long and dangly and silver and pink, and I'd been getting compliments on them all night. Maybe someone found it on the way home, or maybe it'll show up around the flat somewhere. Boo.
A fantastic bit of news I have to share with you. I'm a juice drinker, and when I was younger, I went to the Ocean Spray factory, and when we were done with the tour, we got to go down to a testing room and try a bunch of juice. Seriously, this was a long time ago, and anyone who knows me very well knows that my favorite juice there was the Cran-Currant juice. Well, when I went into the grocery my first day, I was browsing the juice aisle, and there it was, Cranberry-Black currant juice!!!! So, I didn't make it up. It's real. And it's delicious.
More strange things about Ireland:
Always a queue (or Q) and never a line. "So, are you queueing up for the bar there?"
Americans are loud, or the Irish are quiet. I'm inclined to think the former. We're always hyper aware of ourselves when we go in some place. People stare and they know we are American.
Another thing...at home, I'd think nothing of going out in a group of 10-20 people...we never see Irish people out in bigger groups than 2 or 3, maybe 4. Maybe because they're quiet and couldn't talk loud enough for more people to hear them :P.
Siobhan said "Cheerio!" on the phone with me today :)
Pints are big. Like, really. Go find a pint mearsuring cup and look at it. I can drink about two beers when I'm out and I'm good for the rest of the evening.
That's all on that for now. One more thing: I'm sick, or getting that way...not sure which. Runny nose, sore ears and throat, that kind of thing. I'll buy vitamins and cough drops today before I leave for Galway. I won't be back again to check on the blog or you guys 'til Monday, but I will have my cell if you need to get a hold of me on that. And I promise I'll have fantastic pictures, no matter what. But I need to pack and eat lunch, so I'm signing off. Have a good weekend everyone!
P.S. Taylor busted out the southern accent last night. You should be looking forward to those pictures when I come home :)
posted by Bookhead at 12:01 PM
1 Comments:
the spammers are back!
also, that line is from a divynls song, not the B-52s ;)
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