Living every second of it

The last week has come and gone. I am sitting in my room at the small desk, my suitcase almost full (my bedsheets, towel, PJs and polar bear still has to somehow fit in tomorrow morning), my sportsbag full, laptop bag almost full (which is a pity since both my laptop and its charger are still out, interestingly). And I am not really ready to leave Ireland yet. But look at what I did this week instead of spending precious time on my emotions!

Monday - essay

I got up at 9am with the total conviction that I was going to have breakfast and then write my essay. Well, I have no idea what on Earth I did all day but when I looked at the time and it was already showing 5pm I still had not a single word on my word count. But at least I had a topic and I had a few sources to use. And then I wrote my essay. As Eszter and Veronika were out in the city for their last krav maga training, it was only me who went over to Clem's room and we watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (And then Veronika came home and watched it as well before going to sleep :D - I don't even know how she stayed up that late)

When I still only had the title,
but water, a candle, my ebook and music were all ready

I really liked the style of this paper I used as source... :D

Tuesday - 12 pubs

On the 12th day of December we did the '12 pubs' thingy about which I will tell you in a minute but first let's see what I did before that. I got up late, ofc, then read (started another Ward book) until we had to leave for the university, where we printed and submitted the essays, got our papers signed at the International Division, and then met up with Meghann and her friend to do the 12 pubs.
In a nutshell, it is basically a pub crawl and you are supposed to visit twelve pubs in one night and have different rules at each pub but it is actually impossible unless sometimes you just go in, drink a glass of water and walk out. But we were rather in for fun, so we decided to keep it less rule-following and more relaxed. We started out in Scholars' at the university, where I had a cider, then walked over to Stables where I shared a beer with Clem. Here, you were not allowed to point (at others or at directions or anything at all) and we all failed it, so 5 push-ups each (at the end of the night) was the punishment. Then we took the bus to the city and went to a place where they also sold pizza. Great pizza. So here you could not use first names and I shared a pizza with Veronika and broke the rule in like thirty seconds. I am really bad at this game, apparently. The next place I shared a cider with Clem and we were not allowed to use our phones - of course I took mine out on instinct to write up the money I spent on the cider so that I wouldn't forget. At the last pub we visited, you could only use your 'worse hand' for drinking, so that is left for me as I am right-handed. And I could actually remember to drink my Irish coffee with my left hand! When we finsihed there, we tried to catch the last bus back to the university but missed it by a fucking minute, so we called a taxi and ended up actually not paying much more for the ride back to Stables than what it would have cost us by bus. From there, we cycled home and before going to sleep I did my 15 push-ups. :)

When you hand in an essay due 4pm at 3:56

beer in Stables

Outcider in Scholars'

Pizza in the third pub

Irish coffe in the last pub

The gang of the 12 5 Pubs

Wednesday - Sultan's foodshare and an Irish pub

On Wednesday, I was reading in bed for a while before forcing myself to get up (this Ward book is awesome) and then I walked to the petrol station because I needed milk for my muffins, as the one liter I had in the fridge mysteriously disappeared. I also bought oil, just to make sure we had enough. Then I finally made muffins and then cycled in a haste in the freezing cold to the uni cause I had to buy my UL hoodie becasue, as Veronika just told me on Messenger, there was a 20% discount which I really did not want to miss. This way, the hoodie costed 39 euros instead of 48. Still fucking much, but I would have bought it anyways. I wanted it, I needed it. And I just got half of my deposit back in cash... Then I waited in the Red Raisins for like an hour, reading, before cycling over to Sultan's place. We had food and talked and I really enjoyed being there but I had to leave becasue Tom and Josephine took the four of us to a real Irish pub. It was actually pretty small and old-looking but there were like a dozen people playing on various instruments, as it turned out, improvising. People just show up there with their instruments any Wednesday they want to and play along, sometimes a handful of them, sometimes two dozen. Crazy but it was actually impressive and enjoyable.

My new, awesome UL hoodie! *.*

Thursday - Cork

Getting up really early, we (Clem, Eszter, and me) took the bus to the city centre from where we took the bus to Cork, already having a hail. Irish weather at its best. When we got off the bus there was a heavy rain so we went into a mall, having to use the toilet anyway. Then the rain started to ease so we walked to the English Market, where they sold real food and a lot of fish, then we walked to a cathedral which was beautiful, a bit like a Disney palace, then we visited the university in Cork. It was really different from ours here at UL but nevertheless nice, then, even though it was raining af, we walked back to the shopping street we started out from. We went into Penneys (and I bought nothing, yay), then had some food in McDonald's, stepped into a few shops looking for a Christmas jumper for Clem and failing, and finally doing some shopping in a big souvenir shop before heading back to Limerick and from there, to home. And then I took a shower and dressed into dry and warm clothes. What a luxury! I spent the night reading this really cool Ward book (it's mostly about Rehvenge and it is awesome).

This is just so fucking true

The cathedral

A 'labyrinth' next to the cathedral

Friday - last preparty and last Stables

After getting up, I finished reading the Ward book (and it was so good) and then cooked and ate spaghetti with Vienna sausages and rice pudding with fruit. The weather was, surprisingly enough, sunny, and we went to swim with Clem. I only did 2200meters but as I had done no swimming in exactly a month, I didn't want to overexhaust myself before Stables. In the pre-party, it was fun as usual at Alex and Lena's place and then in Stables we started the dancing and more people joined in and then there were so many people jfc, and we were srsly drunk (I had a cider, one and a half beer, three shots, two and a half ciders again, and a shot again) and at the end when Stables was closing everybody was hugging each other and many people crying. I feel lucky because being drunk meant no crying for me. Just hugs. But then when we came home (Tom took us home) Veronika started crying and we all went to her room and hugged her trying to comfort her (and probably failing horribly, I only have blurry recollections of it) and then I came to my room and I am not even sure why but I also started tearing up so I rather just went to sleep.

First selfie with Stiofán (Eszter is already wearing his sunglasses)

With Peter, the German guy

Another selfie with Stiofán after he reclaimed his sunglasses

My best friends in Limerick

Saturday - hangover, visiting friends

I gop up literally after noon and had a headache all day, fuck. But in the afternoon we visited Anna and Hilson in Kilmurry Village as both of them had to move out the next morning and we wanted to meet them one last time (though we will definitely see Anna at home, I hope). After coming back home, we cooked and then had a 'Hungarian aperitif' with mini sandwiches (sausages and cheese) and tomato and gherkins and walnut and pineapple slices and peach from can. So basically all we could find and kind of fitted the occasion. And of course the wine! Fine Hungarian red wine from Eger. Before all of us went to bed, we gave our gift to Josephine and Tom (candle, some dwarf decoration-yoke, wine, and bonbon). They didn't seem all that pleased but then they don't most of the time...

In Hilson's kitchen

In Anna's kitchen

In our kitchen, the Hungarian 'aperitif'

Sunday - packing, eating, blogging

At fucking half bloody past 6 I got up because Tom came down to the kitchen for his morning tea before taking Clem to Stables for her bus to the airport. At 7, she knocked on my door and I went out to hug her goodbye and then climbed back to bed but Josephine also came down and started eating and then Tom got home and they started talking and eating and just being so loud so I gave up sleeping around half past 8, being real tired but seeing no chance of sleeping. Then I got out of bed around 9, because I wanted to wait until they leave the kitchen so that I could go out and eat. Then I packed my suitcase and it didn't even take more than two hours or so altogether. Then I wrote a blog post (two weeks late) and cooked lamb mince and veggies and sweet potatoes, and wrote another blog post (one week late) and ate a lot all the while so that we don't leave here much stuff. What is really impossible to eat we put into a big plastic bag and we plan to ask Tom to take it to Alex who stays for the next semester as well and would be glad to have it. And then, what do you know, I wrote this post.
Before going to sleep tonight, we will probably watch a movie with the others but I have no idea what, so maybe not, who knows? And then lights off and starts the last night of my semester in Ireland... and my journey home tomorrow morning at half past 8 (and my plane is supposed to land at 6pm in Budapest).

Packing and calculating and trying not to stress over the lack of space

This is how my desk looks like right now.
I have no idea how my Legolas glass will fit into any of the bags.