Christmas Party

Buhuhuuuuu, buhuhuuuuuu - the Swedish girl is sheding tears. I don't get it. Why is she crying on a Christmas party? I know - the amount of liquid streaming from her eyes does not even nearly equal the one that has been poured into her mouth the last four months, but still, I gaze in utter excitement. Is she going to ruin her fake eyelashes at last? "I am getting sentimental, too", someone next to me says. I examine her watery eyes, now totally surprised. "Huh?" At last they realize my confusion. "Aren't you sad?! Handsome A. from America is flying home tomorrow!" I see, the womanizer. How heart-breaking. I sip some mulled wine and try to look sad too.
"I liked you in the Irish class!" the said to be handsome A. positions himself in front of me. "You liked me in the Irish class?" I repeat astonished. How strange those people are when they are not drunk. "Well, yes, that's the only time I saw you. We apparently didn't go to the same parties." Lord, no. "Kiss my cheek!" What?! "Kiss my cheek!"
I didn't of course.

It was a thoughtful way home. How come I don't care about 80, or even 90 percent of those people? I really don't understand. We have so much in common.

PS: Folks, I'm coming home in six days! Thus, I have chosen this week's quote very carefully, so that you might easily forgive me all my new irritating habits. :-)

Full House (again)

I want you to meet my new flatmate: S. - Very cool, very funky and totally gay. He moved in last week and brought with him at least 10 embroidered cushions, three or four throws for the sofa, some cigarette smoke and some annoying habits.
"How are you?", I say entering the kitchen and almost stumbling over a pair of shoes. No need to ask whose! Anyway, I rush to the sofa to secure my place - now that there are five of us, someone has to sit on a chair. Hehe, not me tonight! "So - you are from Switzerland, right? What is the capital of that?" What? "Oh yes, what is the capital of Switzerland?" the others join in. I don't really know if I should feel just shocked or happy that they show at last some interest. No, they assure me, they have never heard of Bern. I don't care and go on talking. When I show them my army knife they get all excited. With a diva-like gesture, S. then asks critically: "But I mean - you do have other weapons, don't you?"

PS: I thank my Fribourg people for the parcel and the lovely card! To keep you updated, there is a new element on the right hand side: The Advent Calendar you sent me!

I can't sleep

A new season has started, o m-y G-o-d! I would never have thought that a little bit of storm could frighten me that much. Is this house going to survive this night? I really don't know. Several alarms have gone off and are accompanying now the roaring of the storm - it sounds so scary!
I'll go back to bed. I just hope that I'm not going to wake up at the mouth of the Shannon and have to swim back all my way to Limerick!!!

They did not fast in Belfast

I am writing only now about my weekend because it took me two days to recover. Yes, my dear friends: I suffered a lot! Are you happy now?!
All began when I was the only one being at the station on time - which was six o'clock in the morning. Bloody international students! Some adapt to Irish life far more easily than I do! Then the first few arrived, singing. Huh? Were they already drunk? No, they weren't.

They were still drunk!

Cool, we'll be such a merry party, I thought. Lalalalalaaa. This should have been a sign. The bus was 90 (NINETY) minutes late. Should have been another sign. But I was too blind to see it. Lalalalalaaa. Phew, bus here, ready to leave. When we were having lunch, the Swedish girl said: "I'm not hungry at all. And I haven't got a clue why!" "Maybe you are sick?!" I suggested. "Oh no, nonono, of course not." Of course she wasn't. She just casually puked into the hedge in front of the station when we left Limerick - but that might just be a bad habit of hers, right?

There's nothing like two nights in a hostel with 22 drunkards and some criminal looking gypsies in front of the door. When the annoying French guy was sleeping at last, a totally skrewed German had the glorious idea to wake him (and everyone else) with cold water and a scream that could have impressed even a pig. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiii. The French went mad and started slapping his French friend's face whom he thought to be involved. Vous n'avez pas de respect, vous n'avez pas de respect, vous n'avez pas de respect, calm down, calm vous n'avez pas calm down shut up bang IIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Belfast is nice, though. You see there a picture of Queen's University Belfast. And don't forget the new quiz and the new quote. Well, the quote seems to be very well known among international students, I have to say...