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...
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