wish my name were irish

back in dublin. thank god.

was very happy to get back to my dublin family.  the little boy (scott, the one that some of you may have heard singing in the background while we skype) thought that i went home to the US and was like “oh…i thought you had gone for good and i was sad because i liked you!”

conclusions from my trip to northern ireland:

• i really really really really don’t want to work at a nonprofit.  ever again. (remind me of this when i’m searching for internships please)
• belfast is ROUGH
• thinking about the graffiti and murals all over:  in the US, i notice graffiti, but i don’t give it much thought because i don’t understand it.  in northern ireland, you see “RIRA (real irish republican army) or “free derry 4″ ALL OVER etc and i understand what it’s about so i pay more attention to it?

we have two more weeks of classes in dublin and SO MUCH work to do.  for the first time since i’ve arrived, i am legit stressed about all the work i have.  not fun.

rashi, my friend from CMC who is studying in italy, is coming to visit this weekend.  we will ride bikes (cuz i can do that now) and drink wine and run around temple bar and it will be GREAT.  here’s rashi seducing sam with her wild dance moves…for loyal readers, sam is the lovely fool who comments on nearly every post.

and courtesy of a friend who sends me links like it’s his job:

i can’t believe her peeps let her do this.  the alec baldwin part is my fave.  and srsly, WHY DOES SHE HAVE A WISCONSIN ACCENT?  i really don’t think the accent just affects anyone who snowmobiles and has hick tendencies…

follow-up on my last post which mentioned a conflict mediation workshop:  our group was so uncooperative that the dude running the workshop gave up and ended early.  we are terrible people.  fecking college kids.  so disrespectful.