SPRING! *whistles*

I love this time of year!

I've put my winter coat away (a little prematurely judging by the forecast) and am walking over to college with bare arms.

It makes me feel all light and pretty.

And I do not usually feel light and pretty, more dark and scowly/hungover.

But now there's a little breeze and it's not blocked from my face by an umbrella, a scarf and a hood and the scent of my perfume and body lotion plays around with the smell of the flowers and I feel all light and girly and practically skip.

This doesn't last long.

je ne regrette ... ahem

I over did it slightly yesterday.

Today, I'm on a diet of liquids and the occasional bite of a dark chocolate bunny.

I'm trying to convince myself that I don't want cherries.

tomypartyyoucannotbringtea

Sometimes I wish I could be a tea drinker.

Tea drinkers seem like good people.

But they also seem like people who say "lovely" and "darling" and manage to do so sincerely.

So I'm not a tea drinker. I'll have to take another vodka.

Cheers.

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willnotblaspheme

I am up to my elbows in rhetoric, in anaphora and traductio, in sententia and (holyfuckingbastarding) tropes.

I'd really like to let loose now.Stasera, moriamo.

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AU SECOURS!!!

HALP!

Being eaten by uni work.

Studying literature should be like this:
But the reality is more like this:
I just spent 20 minutes trying to remember the word "establishment".

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seachtaine na ... what's that thing they used to speak here?

Apparently it was Seachtaine na Gaeilge last week. That is the week in which the people of Ireland pretend the hour of Irish each morning in National School wasn't just the most hellish thing ever and that we enjoyed it, learnin' bout the culture, excuse me, cultúr.
Anyway despite the fact that I speak French, Italian, bits of Spanish and am looking into learning Russian over the summer I really do not have much Irish.
I mean really this is it:

An bhfuil céad agam dul amach go dtí an leithreas?

This pretty much our go-to phrase when asked to speak a bit of Irish. It means, wait for it:
Can I go to the toilet?
Yep, that's right ask an Irish person to give you a sampla of their "native" tongue and they'll ask you if they can go for a ... Basically because this was the most widespread way of teaching Irish in National Schools, asking four year olds, who don't have best control over the bladder situation anyway, to turn to a strange language in order to be relieved. I suppose it avoided the courseness of:
Jayse miss I'm dying for a piss let us out wouldya?

Is maith liom cáca milis.
I like cake.
An infinitely more useful expression I'm sure you'll agree.

And now some vocabulary:

Cailín.
Girl.
I would have put a pic of myself up but in spite of my kinda red hair I don't make for a good study of the Irish colleen. It's a smirking thing.

Bóthar.
Road.
Above an example of a typical Irish road. The lepru-thingies are evidently resting.

Ciúnas.
Quiet.
Usually pronounced cu-NASSS and followed by muttered curses by red-faced science teachers. Or CU-Nassss by stressed out English ones.

Bainne.
Milk.
Pronounced ban-je in our family, for some reason.

Andthat'sit. The height of my Irish knowledge and to be honest it's all gained from this Carlsberg ad.

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I read a novel today

Here it is:

"At night, in Bezons, Charrault awakened his three brothers-in-law from their conjugal beds by firing at their windows."

(From Novels in Three Lines, Felix Feneon)