Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Thought
While on Inis Oirr, I was talking to Garth and randomly he said: "Being given this scholarship, coming over here, your dad must be so proud of you." I brushed it off saying "Oh he's too busy with other things" or something of the ilk to which Garth responded "Well, he should be" (as in, he should be proud). I changed the subject because I was afraid if we stayed on it, I'd start to cry. It fair broke my heart thinking that I was asked to come here, not just awarded the scholarship but handpicked for it, am living in a foreign country and doing so competently, and not once has Dad said he's proud. Not once.
An Updated Count
Free drinks: 7
But really: 5
Because 2 were bought for me, unbeknownst to me. And also, unbeknownst to me, spilled.
But really: 5
Because 2 were bought for me, unbeknownst to me. And also, unbeknownst to me, spilled.
Aris agus aris (pretend those are fadas instead of tittles)
Wednesday August 3:
Half day today. Thank goodness! I can barely make it through the days here, I am so bored of class. Not that I don't love to learn, I just can't enjoy sitting in class anymore. May venture to the beach tonight, not sure. Have some library books so I may jump into those.
Tuesday August 2:
Class all day. It felt like a punishment. Helped Garth with Irish after dinner and then went to Vanessa's to hang out and watch The Matchmaker. Following the movie, we went to the pub for a pint and then I went home.
Monday August 1:
I woke up feeling much better than one would expect to feel after 5 beers and a shot of whiskey. Did I mention I foolishly binged on sweets upon returning home? Unwise Veronica, unwise.
Dear Irish blood, thank you thank you thank you. Everyone else was feeling awful on our tour Monday, but I was lucky enough to be feeling fine, if not great! Vanessa (one of the girls with whom I'd drank the night before) was feeling worse for wear and asked me how I was doing, I told her I felt great to which she responded: "Of course you do" and laughed. I guess in her mind my ability to not hate whiskey and to wake up sans hangover go hand in hand. Anyway, much as I love being Irish for other reasons, this lack of hangover business isn't too shabby either :)
We went on a tour of the Ballynahinch Castle grounds. It was nice enough. The rain didn't really help morale and the guide got boring after a while. Following that, we had lunch in Roundstone. Roundstone just happens to be the shooting location of the 1997 film The Matchmaker. I watched it last night with friends, and it was really neat to look at the pier in the film and have Vanessa say to me "That's where we ate lunch Monday".
Following lunch, we climbed some mountain in Cashel. I love to hike. Really, really adore it. I like ambling over stones and exploring nature's nooks and crannies. Because of my ability to venture down the mountainside faster than everyone else, through the best path, with a flower tucked into my braid and without the aid of the tour guide, Jenna announced: "So Veronica is Mother Nature...".
Monday night I had a nap after dinner and didn't do much other than sleep.
Sunday July 31:
Full day off. I wasted the morning. Oh sleep, super glorious and super unavailable sleep. Went for a walk to the graveyard beach with Ruth and Lucas that afternoon. It's so awkward being SO much younger than everyone in my house. Mostly because they treat me like a child, which is a bit of a pain and insulting.
That night, I went out to the pub where I ran into some friends. What a surprise! BNR. We started at An Chistin as usual, but decided to go to a nearby bar in search of a younger crowd. Not only can I handle my alcohol quite well, but apparently, I drink a lot faster than my friends. For example, I am through two beers while they are halfway through their first... Hmm. Upon the suggestion that I needed something harder than beer, I had a shot of whiskey. I'd really like to see someone else shot whiskey, because it's never been something that's made me wince or whatnot. I am learning my reaction (or lack thereof) is impressive and unusual, but it makes me curious as to the appropriate (or, at least, more common) reaction to whiskey. Hmmm... Anyway, we made our way back to An Chistin and I was sufficiently intoxicated (finally!). I had a blast being silly, had another pint and then went home to bed.
Saturday July 30:
A half day of class. Went to Galway in the afternoon. Shopped about with Michaela and Jenna. The bus left without us. Well, it was full so another bus took us, but it was a bit of a shock. We were waiting at the bus stop and asked the bus driver there if he was going to Carraroe. He said he was only going as far as Spidle, so no. Then we see the 424 (the bus to Carraroe) zoom past with all our friends aboard. The Spidle driver took us as far as Spidle, whereupon we boarded the 424 once we got to Spidle.
That night, I hung out with Jenna at the pub, we had a drink with a few other people. Later, Nate, Caitlin, Jenna and I went back to the house where we drank for a bit (with the hope of going back to the pub drunk). I had more than enough to drink, but drunkenness proved elusive. Shame. We went back to the pub and drank some more. Then we went out for chips and home after that.
Friday July 29:
I suppose nothing of merit happened this day as well. Class all day and nothing exciting that night. I went to the pub for a drink with friends. How thrilling.
Class all day. If anything of merit happened, as before: I can't recall it.
Half day today. Thank goodness! I can barely make it through the days here, I am so bored of class. Not that I don't love to learn, I just can't enjoy sitting in class anymore. May venture to the beach tonight, not sure. Have some library books so I may jump into those.
Tuesday August 2:
Class all day. It felt like a punishment. Helped Garth with Irish after dinner and then went to Vanessa's to hang out and watch The Matchmaker. Following the movie, we went to the pub for a pint and then I went home.
Monday August 1:
I woke up feeling much better than one would expect to feel after 5 beers and a shot of whiskey. Did I mention I foolishly binged on sweets upon returning home? Unwise Veronica, unwise.
Dear Irish blood, thank you thank you thank you. Everyone else was feeling awful on our tour Monday, but I was lucky enough to be feeling fine, if not great! Vanessa (one of the girls with whom I'd drank the night before) was feeling worse for wear and asked me how I was doing, I told her I felt great to which she responded: "Of course you do" and laughed. I guess in her mind my ability to not hate whiskey and to wake up sans hangover go hand in hand. Anyway, much as I love being Irish for other reasons, this lack of hangover business isn't too shabby either :)
We went on a tour of the Ballynahinch Castle grounds. It was nice enough. The rain didn't really help morale and the guide got boring after a while. Following that, we had lunch in Roundstone. Roundstone just happens to be the shooting location of the 1997 film The Matchmaker. I watched it last night with friends, and it was really neat to look at the pier in the film and have Vanessa say to me "That's where we ate lunch Monday".
Following lunch, we climbed some mountain in Cashel. I love to hike. Really, really adore it. I like ambling over stones and exploring nature's nooks and crannies. Because of my ability to venture down the mountainside faster than everyone else, through the best path, with a flower tucked into my braid and without the aid of the tour guide, Jenna announced: "So Veronica is Mother Nature...".
Monday night I had a nap after dinner and didn't do much other than sleep.
Sunday July 31:
Full day off. I wasted the morning. Oh sleep, super glorious and super unavailable sleep. Went for a walk to the graveyard beach with Ruth and Lucas that afternoon. It's so awkward being SO much younger than everyone in my house. Mostly because they treat me like a child, which is a bit of a pain and insulting.
That night, I went out to the pub where I ran into some friends. What a surprise! BNR. We started at An Chistin as usual, but decided to go to a nearby bar in search of a younger crowd. Not only can I handle my alcohol quite well, but apparently, I drink a lot faster than my friends. For example, I am through two beers while they are halfway through their first... Hmm. Upon the suggestion that I needed something harder than beer, I had a shot of whiskey. I'd really like to see someone else shot whiskey, because it's never been something that's made me wince or whatnot. I am learning my reaction (or lack thereof) is impressive and unusual, but it makes me curious as to the appropriate (or, at least, more common) reaction to whiskey. Hmmm... Anyway, we made our way back to An Chistin and I was sufficiently intoxicated (finally!). I had a blast being silly, had another pint and then went home to bed.
Saturday July 30:
A half day of class. Went to Galway in the afternoon. Shopped about with Michaela and Jenna. The bus left without us. Well, it was full so another bus took us, but it was a bit of a shock. We were waiting at the bus stop and asked the bus driver there if he was going to Carraroe. He said he was only going as far as Spidle, so no. Then we see the 424 (the bus to Carraroe) zoom past with all our friends aboard. The Spidle driver took us as far as Spidle, whereupon we boarded the 424 once we got to Spidle.
That night, I hung out with Jenna at the pub, we had a drink with a few other people. Later, Nate, Caitlin, Jenna and I went back to the house where we drank for a bit (with the hope of going back to the pub drunk). I had more than enough to drink, but drunkenness proved elusive. Shame. We went back to the pub and drank some more. Then we went out for chips and home after that.
Friday July 29:
I suppose nothing of merit happened this day as well. Class all day and nothing exciting that night. I went to the pub for a drink with friends. How thrilling.
Thursday July 28:
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