I ATE'NT DEAD

Yeah, I've been back from Galway for a while now and still haven't updated.

Reasons?

Ummm... I'm lazy. Also I haven't done much in the interim, and wasn't entirely sure how to write up the Galway trip without sounding like the diary-blogger type (I don't want this to become a "so then I had a slice of toast but I couldn't find the jam and was like omg oh noes!!" internet journal. Ever).

So... yeah. Galway was warm, and as a consequence, kind of sticky. [I know you're making a "face" right now. Tents are humid, stickiness occurs.] The National Aquarium of Ireland was worthwhile, though. Very cool, in both senses of the word, and thus a complete godsend when it's 30 degrees outside.

I wish I'd had more time to explore the town centre. I've come back with a gigantic shawl-throw-sarong... thing, some beads, some clothes (woo corset!) and a copy of the V For Vendetta graphic novel. Oh, and I spent about 10 euro on tokens for use at a funfair before realising I really didn't want to go on any of the rides, but the rest of my family bought them off me. The best bit is that I think I spent all of £10 of my own money down there. :P

After coming back from Galway, my parents and sisters went off a-caravaning in Donegal, leaving me and Gerard to look after the house and dog for a week. Parties (with a reasonable limit) were permitted. We partied. Steve came up to see me for the 26th - incidentally, that marked the one year point. :) Also present for the party were Shobi, who spent the night in Gerard's room ([insert appropriate gay joke here], before I clarify that he was sleeping on the floor, in, you know, a platonic way), Dani, who also stayed the night, her boyfriend Mirek (Polish guy who I hadn't met before due to being at uni) and his/their friend Paul, who also seems to be Polish.

Damn, I really seem to love my punctuation.

Mirek is odd, but in the kind of way that tends to win over new friends. In other words, he makes a good match for Dani. ;) I can't quite remember his quote of the evening, but it could be paraphrased to something like, "Russian men are fuckin' huge bastards - terrifying. You couldn't stop them if they decide they want bumsex."

My parents just got home today. They seem to have forgotten Louise in Donegal. Having forgotten the dog there last summer, obviously we're working up to forget a grandparent or a football team or something there next year.