So, i'm home!!!

The last day in Killarney was ok. When we got back from shopping, we went downstairs and hung out a little, using the internets. Well, Whitney did. I kinda slept a little until some guy woke me up asking for the time. Along with an older gentleman who seemed to be flirting with us. O.O Ewwwwww We then went to the bar and had some dinner, 'cause we were hungry. I had stuffed potatoes, and garlic bread. Whit had a goat cheese salad and some garlic bread as well. Both were very good. We decided to order dessert too. I had some whiskey ice cream that made me kinda buzzed (jeeze!) and she had like, the most heavenly smelling/tasting bread pudding. I wish we were staying one more day, 'cause I would have ordered that post haste.

after, we wondered if we wanted to stay for drinks and music, but we opted to hanging out in the lobby, we got drinks though, and listened from the lobby, since the pub was in the hotel we were staying at. Around 12, we went to bed. whit had to wake up at 2:30, and I had to wake up at 5:30. I didn't sleep much, really. I woke up when whit did, said sleepily goodbye, and then managed to fall asleep. I was awoken by my wake up call, which consisted of a robot voice saying good morning. Creeped me the hell out, to be honest.

I took a quick shower, and packed. Almost fell in the shower. it was slippery and the tub was kinda high for me. I chilled and drank tea until it was 6:25. Met up with everyone in the lobby. The bus ride there was crazy. :( it was about 3 hours, and my ankle--which still hurt--was killing me. So I didn't sleep, as much as I wanted to.

Checking in was good enough. I had make up a long list of everything I had, where i've been, ect. The airport passport people weren't open until 10, so I hung out. At 10, it literally took me twp minutes to go through. I went to my gate and waited like, 5 minutes. I got on my plane.

I have to admit, it was sad to leave Ireland. Bad and good, all the moments that made up this trip are all a bittersweet chocolate. I love ireland, so much, but I don't think i'd live there. I'd much rather have it as a lanugishing point for me, a place I know I can go to and relax. And eat.

The flight itself was pretty good. I sat in the asile, which was awesome, because I had, a week or so ago, hurt my ankle. So I could get up and walk around. I also could get up and pee without climbing over people. They had on demand tele!! So I watched a lot of house, and a few movies. The time passed, and we were served awful food. Well, the first round of food was bad. Some sort of spinach/pasta abortion. Blech. The secnod was pizza, which you can't really fuck up pizza unless you REALLY REALLY try.

Before I knew it, I was in JFK, and in the states again!! had to have my passport stamped, and my baggage checked. Otherwise, it was a lot of waiting. I had about 2 hours between flights, so I got something to drink. I called alex, and talked with him until I had to get on the plane!! Exclemation points!!!! They are being used here!!!

This flight went by in a blink. Seriously. After a 6 hour flight, A 2 hour one was like, nothing. I had to take the tram in cinci, but other than that, meeting up with the rents was a peice of cake. We went to frisches for dinner, and came home and I basically sat up and chatted with people until 12, which felt lame, but it was actually 3:00 or something in ireland, so jet lag kicked my fuckin' ass.

The day after was nothing. Class had been canceled for monday, because we'd all be jetlagged zombies. I hung out at home, and unpacked. However, in the evening my ankle started really hurting, so I went to urgent care, and it turns out when I had fallen at the giants causeway (I had tripped over a display) I had sprained my ankle. So I had walked 7 days on a sprained ankle, which isn't good. But it wasn't broken. I have antiflamitories, so it's a little better. I'm trying to keep it elevated.

Today it's more hanging out. I'm back in school. Wah. I still have jetlag. Wah.

Photos will come. I swear.

Love you all.

♥