Home...ish.

So, my mom told me that it would be a good idea for me to make at least a quick post letting everyone know that I'm home. So, I'm home. The only problem is, I desperately miss Ireland and Irish people. I'm going back as soon as I possibly can, which (sadly) probably won't be for a while, seeing as it costs money.

As soon as Res Life gives me the go ahead, I'll be moving in with Lauren, and we're excited. It is nice to be able to see my PLU friends again. I missed them, but I wish I could take them all and put them in Ireland and be there. I think left a little piece of my heart in the country.

This is my last day here with friends. We're all going to meet in about an hour and a half to go to the Roost for our last drink. It's depressing. Tomorrow is my packing (I have started now.) and general depressing/doing nothing day, then the cab comes at half six Monday morning and I get very depressed and cry. (Not that I won't cry tonight when we all say goodbye.) Jackie and I are going to watch movies later. Why do I have to leave?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! *insert temper tantrum*

Well, I'm going to go now. *sigh* I don't want to leave Ireland.

Drama Soc Christmas Ball is tonight. We're all dressing up, so it should be a blast. I just wish I felt a little bit better and not so...congested and coughy. This week is depressing enough without being sick. Mum, can you email me all my flight info? I won't necessarily have access to a computer after Friday or Saturday, so the sooner the better. I have to arrange with the cab people when to pick me up, etc.

Also, Lauren got an email from Res Life saying that I've been assigned to be her roomie for spring. I haven't gotten anything yet, which is strange, but we're excited. This means I'll be finding a better paying job when I gets back. I'm thinking waitressing, at least for a while. Tips are a good thing, and from what I hear from Jackie and Michelle, even though I may hate it, I'll at least be able to pay for the things I need. I hate money. Why does it exsist? Also, why does Ireland have to be so expensive?

Anyways, I'll see you people soon. Love you all, but not wanting to leave here!

Daddy: SO not cool. Mocking me by describing all the Christmas cookies? Evil. Pure evil. At least I've made spiced cider and have that. And the Roost has a Christmas tree and smells pretty.

Shopping in Dublin with Michelle today. I have almost all my Christmas presents now, with the exception of one or two friends and (maybe) something more for Daddy. Anyways, Nic is here for this evening and part of tomorrow, so we're off to the Roost for a drink.

See you people soon...okay, sorry, can't be excited. I don't want to leave.

Essay progress:
Two written, but in need of an edit and (much) better conclusions.
Outlines for two more.
Sources for another two.
Two about which I have no clue.

Okay, so not as far along as I could be, but I'm hoping to have another one written tonight and then to get my history one mostly done tomorrow. Oh, how I wish I had internet in my room.

I have seven essays to write. Seven. One of them is due on the 14th and the rest are due on the 19th. I'm going to die. At least they're only 1000-2000 words each and I know that at least one of them won't take me more than an hour to write. Ugh. Being an international student sucks.

Drama Society hoodies came in today, so I'm going to pick mine up tonight, write for a while, and then head to the SU because Michael insists. His band is playing tonight, so he stopped me after class and told me to come. I haven't actually heard them play yet, so it should be fun.

Anyways, off to write now.

I'm home, safe, sound, and tired. The weekend was really fun, but cost me a bit more than I had hoped. (Why do they have to charge for everything?)

My French was good enough to get around, order food, talk to the hotel guy, and such. It's not spectacular, but I wasn't forced to point, look confused, and say "English?" constantly like in Venice. Mostly, I just looked confused and then asked them to repeat it slower and then understood.

I was worried on the flight on the way home. There was a little boy sitting behind me who got scared and then his hysterical crying turned slightly temper-tantrumish and I thought it was going to never stop. (It did after about 15 minutes.)

I saw two of the Blood Wedding guys last night, and they both demand that I have a going away party and invite all my Irish friends. (Apparently, it's a requirement.) I just have to find someone willing to host it since security sort of has a watch on our place thanks to Johnny's first few weeks here. I also got invited to Mark and Michael's joint 21st the last week of school, so that should be a blast.

Im going to go make dinner now so I can eat before we all head to the pub quiz.