This is us writing these blog entries. What an exciting life we lead! I've been wearing this outfit for three days. Wawawewa.

Well, friends. It's been a while since we've written. I know the readerage of this blog is large and worldwide, and I apologize to all my devoted readers who check my page every day only to cry alone in corners of rooms when there are no posts. None. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to disappoint you. Let me explain. This is why...

1) Owen Magnier, E
2) Sully O'Sullivan, K
3) David Coleman, S
4) Liam Lyons, S
5) Jason, K
6) Italiano, She who doesn't want to be associated
7) Eoighan Ryan, E
8) Jack, K. Paul, S
9) Steven, E
10) Diarmuid O'B, S
11) Conor Kennedy, K
12) Paul McSleezer (see 8), K
13) Andrew (Cornell), S
14) Brian Sheehan, K
15) Denny Howard, E. Kevy Day, K. DOB, S. (happy daiz)
16) Nick Stanton of Apt 1A, K
17) Caoimhin O'R, S
18) Chris, 35, Germany, E
19) Darren, E
20) Austin Finan, S
21) Patrick, E
And the final scores...
E: 8 K: 8 S: 7 C: 0 as far as we know

Upon completion, we realize that we are very, very sad people. Not sad as in depressed. Sad as in Sayid. I really hope no one reads this blog anymore, and that my readership has abandoned me just as I abandoned them during the months of March, April, you know. If you are reading this, please leave a comment. Please.

She makes me really happy.

I have a friend. She has some facial deformities but we still love her. She loves to sing and dance and one day we think she'll really make it on the big stage. Her style is a little Goddess Bunny, a little Little Richard, a little shakey shakey boom boom don't you like it when I move this way.

Life.

Life is hard when you're so fucked up.

I laike you.

Jagshamesh! My namea Emile. I laike you, do you like me? I laika Steph-nie very much, she izza naice. Here is us in picture. We have a very naice physique! I also own a very nice scarf, you cannot see! Haigh faive!











Here is another friend, iz Jessie. She laike you as well.

Finally, this is Kerry at her finest. She is my roomate. Together we all terrorize the streets of Cork, mortify Irish people, and frighten the other Americans. Chenque!

Cai River?

Hello! I just received a facebook message and e-mail from friends angry with me for not putting anything exciting up on here. So I'm making a quick post and putting up the one pic I have of myself so far. I'm sorry it is tourist-esque. I won't do it again! I'm on a bridge over the north branch of the River Lee. I was on my way back from the music building which is a 30 minute walk from my apartment. I would normally hate having to make this long treck through town since I'm lazy, but the area is muy lovely and it's also a perfect opportunity for me to get absorbed in some tunes. I can usually get through about 9 songs on my iPod during the stroll. I calculate things like this.

These blog things are weird and very self-indulgent. Yes. I'm just going to go with it, though.

Tunage

Here in Cork, I not only lack a computer, but I also live in a housing complex where the supposed wireless internet runs about as fast a 56K dial-up modem. Thus, it's very difficult for me to load pics without devoted a significant chunk of time to the effort. And at this minute the Bears are playing in the SUPERBOWL!!! So, I am just uploading this first pic as a test. It's from this past weekend out in West Cork at a party hosted by my amiga Dierdre. This chica here is Oona, a fine harp player. She is known to have 5 ft. fence jumping hefers.