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Im aware that my pictures are sub pare...my camera is kinda broken (dont drop things down the great wall of China)...so you make do...anyways...can we talk about the Louvre...and how its hardly even arguable the best art museum in the world...and in no way should be compared to creme brulee! thats just effing stupid...BUT! if by chance you have an insanely good creme brulee you could be like "dammmmn son this creme brulee is the Louvre!" (cause obviously if you were going to have creme brulee youd also talk like that)...but whatever...Im sorry when youre given the chance to be in the Louvre for 4 hours for free...Im damn sure Id take advantage of it...(I mean come on...I did) but whatever...The amount of paintings and the size of them was crazy...and lets talk about the Mona Lisa...
Everyone I talked to who has been to Paris complained about the size of the Mona Lisa (granted these werent art majors maybe that has something to do with it) but whatever...They said that it was so small and less than exciting and whatever...but Its a portrait...and portraits arent huge unless its depicting a huge scene...but it was exactly what I expected...actually a tad bit bigger so I was more than excited to see it...but I dont really care its the Mona Lisa...I care its Da Vinci though...I did find it weird that they let people take flash pictures...I only took one inside the Louvre and that was of the Mona Lisa...cause my camera is retarded the flash wont turn off so I dont wanna speed up the decay of the paintings or whatever...(I care unlike the typical tourist with 50 billion cameras around their necks looking like tools) but whatever...
The Louvre was great...I spent time there was Casey (who as you may or may not know loves American food and giants [particularly from causeways]...*RAWR*)...and as we were leaving met up with Nikki and Julie and had some starbucks...cause it was damn cold...
The Louvre was so awesome we decided to throw it in to everyday conversations...for example..."I louvred those puppies"...that does not work...BUT after a great night out with friends..."Hey guys...last night was the louvre!" <-Perfect example right there...or check the creme brulee reference above (UGH!)...good times had in Paris...I <3 the Louvre.
Venice...ummm is really pretty...its sinking...a huge tourist trap...and there's really no point in going unless you want to be uber touristy and or are obsessed with churches...the churches are beautiful and vary like crazy...some don't even look like churches on the outside...and the water like bus system...is less then exciting and ridiculously hard at night cause you never know where you are going between the islands...and the gondola rides?...yea pretty much the lamest thing of my life...but I guess Im glad i did it to be cliche... but whatevs...
San Marco's Basilica was really really cool...my favorite place for sure...the detailing of the building on the inside and out was ridiculous...I loved it...and the public square...really why is there so many pigeons? I thought I was going to get pooped on constantly...NOT COOL!...
are we in Paris yet?
While we were in Rome we visited Vatican City twice...and twice our passports weren't stamped...and I think it would be really cool to open up my passport and see a stamp of Jesus given a thumbs up or something...anyways...we went on a sunday too...so we saw mass...and like a billion and some people there...it was crazy...but really cool...I never thought Id be all gong ho on Catholicisms and stuff again...since I thought I couldn't stand it...but the ceremonies and stuff I find really cool...but maybe its just a fascination...I dont know...but it makes me want to change my name though to my confirmation name...cause mine is LAMMMME.... 
One of Saint Peter's out stretched arms...
(I hardly have any pictures from inside the vatican cause my flash wouldnt turn off...so i didnt feel like destroying art...cause im a nice person like that...ill knick some pictures from the other girlies)
Thursdays are the nights we go to The Roost...but thats after I play at open mic at the Student Union...The Student Union is our on campus PUB/nightclub/venue/sandwich shop/snooker or pool hall...I love that place...Foster's for 3 euro too...mmm mmm good...actually not that good...but ok...anyways sometimes on Thursdays on a whim I go and play some songs...like Tegan and Sara's Speak Slow, Call It Off, Livingroom...or Journey's Don't Stop Believing...and of course Ive sang about "hot sex"...or Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon...oh and 1234 by Feist and I've even whipped out an original...anyways...once I sing my songs and my crazy fan club cheers excessively hahaha and calls each others whores its back to the apartments for another beverage of the alcoholic kind and then its off to The Roost where me and some friends watch another band perform and then head to the night club for drinking and dancing with friends.
Thursday are easy...
Music + Friends + a few drinks here and there + The Roost = The Best Nights.
(But then again just replace the day and pub and thats every night...
Slainte
Our weekend trips we do is on the other blog i have just for those.
its...ummm...
http://smcireland.blogspot.com
It has stuff about Bushmills Distillery and Newgrange and what not...its cool...
Last Friday the Canteen (the campus's cafeteria/gym stuff) caught on fire...the building was already being expanded or something...they were working on the outside structure...and now I guess they got to work on all of it...it was also a campus preview day...apparently something went wrong in the kitchen...the canteen is on the other side of north campus and when I looked out my window of the apartment the sky was black...the first picture is of the smoke after it had died down from where the apartments are...there were helicopters and everything...quite a hectic day...(photos courtesy of Hans our Belgian friend we call Speedy McGee for running around campus and posting these pictures within 20 minutes)
Last night...you know...another cold, windy, and not to mention frosty night in Ireland...when does that not happen?...probably around 10:30...or 11...who knows...my house mates called Kristy, Nikki, and myself to the kitchen...there was emergency vehicles outside the apartments next to us...we first heard a rumor that the lift was broken and that something happened with the stairs...but that just sounds stupid...and unbelievable...then they unlocked the apartment office building and were telling people to go inside...even got people out of the apartment building to go in the office...it was weird...there was an bizarre calm to the whole situation...firefighters smoking cigarettes and people pacing and the only one who seemed to be working was the man who yelled at us for having christmas lights flashing in our window...granted there was seven of us staring out the window...after awhile the firetruck pulled away...and the ambulance moved...the whole situation bothered me...I went back to my room...obviously something was wrong and the was nothing else to do...the who thing seemed morbid to sit at a window and watch some tv like drama unfold...i wanted nothing to do with it...but my house mates were pretty interested but i mean...they were watching desperate housewives...i dont know...my house mates knew someone in the building so they called them...apparently there was a girl who had been missing...or some drug overdose...who knows really...other than apparently a girl committed suicide...and she had her door locked so they couldn't get in...we dont know when it happened or what exactly happened...and at the end of the day it doesnt matter because it doesnt change the outcome does it?...it bothers me though...cause to be put in the place to consider that you have to be going though a lot...and then even more to actually attempt it...and it doesnt take much to intervene whither you know you are or not...just saying hi or the hey hows it goin? line we give to who ever we walk by...just saying that to that girl couldve possibly prevented it...but that didnt happen...we have friends who know her...one of the smc girl's house mate is the girl's best friend...it was so weird especially how calm everyone was...and the most bizarre thing was around 1:30 in the morning a hearse came...a hearse...why?...i dont understand that...but you could hear the loud engine of the hearse...it sounded as if it had no gas and it gasped for air...a horrible gurgle type growl i guess you could say filled the street below...totally a scene from a movie or something...and you could hear the doors of the vehicles around being opened and slammed shut...and the horrible sound of metal sliding against metal...and random lights flashing behind the blinds of the window...this went on for what seemed like forever...I for one was not a fan...i just sat in bed with the reading light on above my bed for what seriously seemed like years...to only be six minutes...needless to say...i didnt sleep last night...
(My Computer hates doing fadas so imagine one above the E up there...)
Lets talk about Ireland. I live in Maynooth. Which is in Kildare County. I'm living here from September to June (I know this has taken a while to get up and going but dont fret its all coming your way)...anyways...I have four house mates who are grand as can be. I currently study at the National University of Ireland in Maynooth and play rugby on the women's team. I usually play inside center or flyhalf and the occasional scrumhalf. I came to Ireland with 18 other girls from my college, and didn't know any of them. Now we were rather close...(atleast the "fancy friends" are...little inside joke there no big deal haha). There's a few that I spend a lot of time with, but we're all pretty close. If I'm not with the SMC girls you can bet I'm with the house mates. (that's them above Keiv [with some delicious Bulmers Irish Cider], me, Aoife, Amy, and John) They're awesome, and Lorraine is my friend Nikki's roommate but she basically lives with us as well since shes always in our apartment.
Well until next time.
Cheers.
Amsterdam...is odd...whatever you think it is...yeaaaa...thats there...but you dont see it at all unless youre like heyyyyy RED LIGHTS!...its actually the coolest city...our hostel was in like a residential area and we were by the Van Gogh Museum and the Rijkmuseum...
Old advertisement sign for Heineken..which is hanging in my room too..and reminds me of Tegan and Sara...which is always good...since I love them...but anyways...I didnt make it to the Van Gogh museum either...I was full of epic fails this trip...I did have a rather delicious waffle though...oh and the street graffiti was really cool! and was everywhere...
I also wrote as I walked one night...which was a bizarre night...cause we were in Amsterdam...like walking by a cop...and totally not seeing the German shepherd that was with him and almost running into the dog and thinking it was going to rip my leg off...and having bottles of rum jingling in my bag...yea...and the cheese puffs...I hate cheese puffs...space cakes though?...are delicious!...and that night I wrote as I walked...so dont know what I was writing...you cant really read it...and then there is "SMGL" at the top of the page...and it has nothing to do with Shmeegol or whatever the hell from Lord of the Rings...
