Life has been rather boring these past couple days. Sunday I pretty much did nothing except be sick and sit on my computer all day. That was pretty exciting, let me tell you. I realized that I was almost completely out of food, but I really didn’t want to so I just scavenged around and ended up eating plain spaghetti (I’m about halfway done with my kg that I bought my 2nd day here) with some of the huge amount of butter that we have around here. Not too bad, though I did go shopping today (Monday). I’ve decided on stir fry. I figure I need to get something other than pasta in my diet before I get scurvy and my hair starts to fall out. Though I have drunk 2 L of orange juice in the past 3 days so I think I should be okay…
Good story: so last night I’m lying in bed (having gone to bed early for once) unable to fall asleep unfortunately so I venture out into the common room to use some internetz. Obviously no one is there because a) it’s 2am and b) they have teh internetz in their own rooms. I was very comfortably sitting on the couch when all of the sudden A GAZILLION drunk people barge in with beer and music and general loudness. I was a little shocked. Especially since I didn’t see my roommate right away (we really don’t talk much anyway) and I literally thought there were random people coming to drink in my room. Rather surprising, I’d say. So I’m sitting there in my pajamas and rainbow socks kinda in shock and a little embarrassed about the fact I’m in PAJAMAS AND RAINBOW SOCKS. But the Irish peoples don’t notice me initially, I think, come to sit on the couch, and look rather surprised to find me there. One of the girls tried to get me to stay and drink, but I was def like “Nope, peace out.” A lot of them did shake my hand, which was odd yet rather nice? And one of the guys promised to keep the noise down. Yeah, he def didn’t. They were there until FOUR AM. On a Sunday night! Wtf. And half the time they were singing a wonderful rendition of Rihanna’s “What’s My Name?” while the other half was just screaming. Eventually I fell asleep but it was pretty hard with the shenanigans down the hall. Apparently my other roommates talked to her but she didn’t do anything! How rude. I mean, she’s been here a year so maybe things are different here but still, there is common courtesy that is common throughout countries and cultures—it’s called common for a reason. And I felt bad because I was chatting with Jeff and I def freaked out when everyone came in and hung up on him rather rapidly without any explanation. Sorry, you!
Went to Archaeology today and learned that we would be taking 2 field trips to rather ancient sites around Ireland. SO EXCITED. And with my Learn Gaelic class (which hopefully I will get into) we also take trips. And I think we’re going to Blarney Castle this weekend. So, essentially, my life here consists of pasta, walking everywhere, pints, and field trips. I like it.
Slán go fóill!
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