It's probably just a little bit sad that I'm referring to complete strangers as friends, isn't it? Hmm. I may possibly be sucking up a teensy bit too seeing as it's been a scandalously long time since my last blog post. Did it work? Even a little? Sigh.
As the wind very literally pounds the window next to me and
something in between rain and snow makes my dog soggy and rather fragrant, I
decide to write a blog entry. Not
because I have anything significant or amusing to write about (of course not,
have you met me?) but because I’m hone alone and daytime television sucks. So
here we are. Really the weather outside is so overly-dramatic and, honestly,
slightly scary, that I feel like this should be a well thought out and well written
description of the gale-force storm dragging along the river nest to the house.
But frankly I’m too tired for well written and definitely too tired for well
thought out so a ramble and possible rant will just have to do. Maybe I’ll
include a picture, but I doubt it.
I would apologize for my prolonged neglect of this blog but
frankly I think there’s one person on the planet reading it. Hello Mos. I
actually have a valid excuse for once in my life though, my trusty old Dell
decided to blow up and die on me. In a foreign country no less. So that was fun, but it DID mean that I got
to invest in a shiny new and incredibly pretty Sony laptop. And frankly, you
can thank the laptop for my blogging right now. It’s just SO pretty that I
would spend literally all day on it and after Facebook and Twitter got boring,
as they inevitably do, I remembered that I do actually have a blog and it gives
me a good excuse to spend another hour with the laptop before bed, so there you
go.
Now, with that fascinating sleep deprived little ramble
over, I suppose I should bring you up to date.
If you read my last or second-to-last blog you’ll know that I’m at
University in Scotland a fair distance away from my hometown of Cork. Much
colder too. Who’d have thought though really? Both Ireland and Scotland have
reputations for be exceptionally wet and cold countries but since I’ve come
home for Christmas I think I’ve actually tanned. The last few weeks I spent in
Scotland before coming home for Christmas were about as cold as I’ve ever lived
in. Though that could have something to do with the fact that I walk everywhere
here and have no Mammy making sure I dress sensibly. Maybe. Just maybe. But to
be fair, it’s been freezing. There was snow on the ground constantly and the
loch froze over one day and just never thawed. Don’t get me wrong! I love snow.
It’s pretty and sparkly and it completely transforms any view. Makes everything
look so clean! But once it’s been on the ground a few days its starts to get
dirty and melty and what no one ever mentions in songs and poetry is that snow
is WET and COLD and you go through about three of pairs of socks a day. And
there’s something absolutely heartbreaking about walking through fresh snow in
the sun, on your way to an exam. The most mixed emotions ever I think xD but in
all seriousness it was definitely a new experience living in that kind of weather
and hopefully I’ll be better prepared for next winter now.
So I left sunny Scotland about mid December after my exams
and headed homeward. I don’t think anyone has ever appreciated home properly
until they’re a university student coming home after a long stint away. Home
has never seemed so perfect. Always warm, with an open fire and a dog who’s
perpetually thrilled to see you even if you left the room a minute earlier. And
the FOOD. Oh my. I really had missed my mother’s cooking. Christmas was about
as wonderful and magical as it was as a small child, just because I think I
appreciated it properly. It was also noticeably warmer in the sunny south of
Ireland than Scotland which was certainly a welcome change. Caught up with some
friends and the entire family which was fantastic.
Now is probably as good a time as any to point out in case
you hadn’t already noticed that the first half of this post was written back in
Ireland in January, whereas it’s not early March and I’m back in my cosy little
Uni room. No particular reason for this. No excuse. I probably either fell
asleep or just got bored. I have an exceptional attention span, it’s so handy.
So here I am on quite a misty Scottish Thursday morning sitting at my desk
watching some slightly damp and hungover students wander past my window in the
fog, whilst I’m cuddled up to my radiator. It’s surprisingly satisfying
sctyally. Does that make me sadistic? Oh dear.
Anyway that’s about all for my completely random and
pointless ramble. I have to go write an essay about sex now. I know. That’s
what I thought! Happy Thursday everyone!
Rosie
