resolution broken... ugh

I officially suck at keeping my resolution. It was way too ambitious for me. However, I do have somewhat good excuses for why I did not write in the last week. Last week was Ragweek at NUI Galway. Originally this was a week for raising money for charities. Some how it has evolved into a week long drinking bing. Believe it or not, but I only partook in the festivities on Monday. Even then my stamina only lasted until 10pm. Did I mention that I started at 3pm?

The rest of the week I was actually trying to play catch-up with my school work I had put off from all the weeks previous. Also, this weekend Arcadia had planned a trip to Belfast. I'll have more to share on that later. Unfortunately, I still trying to get over a cold I've been enduring since last Thursday. I think it's time for sleep.

Hope this post finds you all well and happy.

Shout out to Megan! Simply because she is the best.

Homestay

This is a picture of my Irish Mommy and my Irish brother. Their names are Vera and Cillian. I stayed with them two weekends ago and they were the sweetest family. There's more of 'em. Micheal is the dad and then there's another boy named Kelvin. The first night I was with them I sat on the couch, drank tea, enjoyed a blazing fire by my feet and bonded with Vera over Westlife, the Irish boy band. British MTV was doing a "Best Of..." that night. Vera even caught me up with all the gossip on the boys. Apparently one quit the band, left his wife and moved to Australia with his mistress. DIRTY! One other member came out of the closet. Good for him! And the rest are married. Sounds a little like a mesh of N'SYNC and Backstreet Boys.

Blarney!

Right, so I've been lagging and totally haven't kept up to date with the blog. SORRY!! I have a new resolution (not the New Year sort... too much pressure). I will try and write every other day if not every day in the blog. This means I wont be so far behind and have to catch up with my entries and it gives me the chance to write smaller blogs. Not really sure what made me think my posts had to be long previous to this, but it's over now.

Dominic and I went to Cork for the past weekend and I've got tons of pictures to share. Here's one of Blarney Castle. It was beautiful and kissing the Blarney stone was terrifying! In order to reach the stone you climb up what seem like never ending stairs of treachery and then when you reach the top of the castle you have to lay on your back and stick your head out the side of the castle in order to reach the stone. Due to my small size, half my body was hanging over a very perilous fall. Luckily there's always someone at the top of the castle to help people kiss the stone. The guy helping me was an old man with the best sense of humor... kinda raunchy, too. He tickled me to calm me down before I stuck my head under the stone. There was one woman after me that said, "Oh my God!" because she was so scared, to which the old gentleman replied, "That's what you said last night." It was all in good fun. Everyone laughed. The man in line after Dominic said Dom gave him courage. The Irish are so sweet.