January 2010
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Dear Future Husband...
Hello.
We (hopefully)(1) haven’t met yet. I just wanted to inform you, though, that after our amazingly beautiful wedding (where our respective families will immediately get along, I do not hate your mother, and your idiot best man will not get so drunk that his speech sounds like a mix of hiccups, giggles, and the words “your life is over”) we will be honeymooning in Adare,...
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A Golden Week (clarified)
A Golden Week is when a student at Limerick University makes it to all their scheduled lectures, tutorials, and labs. If the fact that Oonagh is a 4th year student in her last semester and it’s the first time she’s even come close to having one tells anything; it rarely, if ever, happens.
When I first arrived and was listening to Irish students talk, I was amazed by the amount at...
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A Golden Week
Evelyn: Yer on a Golden Week then?!
Oonagh: Yeah but it took 4 years for it to happen like.
Evelyn: BUT IT'S WEEK ONE LIKE!
Oonagh: I know, for fuck's sake.
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How to talk like an Irishman
I’ve always greatly admired people who can go to another country where they don’t understand the language and manage to get around, live, and study. Naively (again) I assumed that because Ireland is English speaking, the language barrier would be one major hurdle I could avoid. Que Customs Man, the first Irish person I encounter. By the time I realized he was actually saying words and...
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But I don't feel like dancin', no sir no dancin'...
There’s a hush over the crowd as the last song ends. People stop moving and glance around wondering if their lack of rythm and grace is apparent to everyone or just to themselves. A cresendo of voices can then be heard, trying to hurry and get in whatever thought or statement needs to be said before the next loud bang of music. The old familiar tune of YMCA comes on, and everyone smiles,...
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An Irish 21st
Seeing how the captions of one of my last nights out in Oneonta read “how does it feel to turn 21 in a country where you can already legally drink”, I was not overly enthused about turning 21 in Ireland. Boy was I wrong.
First things first - we started off the day with an “adventure” - walking down the river Shannon which flows (I mean FLOWS - this is no lazy river) right...
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A castle, a cathedral, and a pub
Doesn’t that sound like a perfect Irish day? Add in a little walking / shopping in Limerick city, and it was! Granted, we didn’t actually drink at the pub (it’s frowned upon to drink with your “irish mammy” aka API program director) but the day was still great.
It’s an interesting sensation to walk around the city of Limerick as my home for the next four...
“Life moves around pretty fast. You don’t stop to look around once in a while,...”
– Ferris Bueller’s day off. (via quote-book)
Appropriate for the next 4 months of my life :)
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Éire go Brách!
It’s official… this time tomorrow I will be moving into my apartment in Limerick! I cannot believe it’s finally here - I have been planning this trip since I was a little girl. It has not hit me yet that I’ll be leaving everything I know & am comfortable with for the next 4 months. I’m sure it will the second I get on that plane (eek, planes!)
So as I say goodbye...
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via vinh) (via kaytee) (via shorterexcerpts) (via jeralyndwile)