Pregnant Ant Coming Through!

On this trip we've been going through lab tours of many different companies. We went to BMS (Bristol-Myers Squibb) the other day for a session about their main pharmaceutical plant in Ireland. They make many medicines including Abilify (which is the only one I recognized from TV ads).

Our tour guide's name was Barry, and he was such a nice fella. OMG we were not even allowed to have phones. I cried because I wanted to take a picture to show all of you my get-up for the tour. We had to wear special shoes, goggles, and hard hats. It was intense. The first part of the tour was Barry telling us more about BMS (which, for the youngens out there, I couldn't stop thinking about Blue Mountain State). He kept saying the words "third party manufacturer", but pronounced third like turd. TURD PARTY. Woop woop. Wow, I'm five years old. Sorry.

Probably my favorite part of the first section of the tour was when my friend Kaila raises her hand and told Barry that there was a wing reproductive (Aka a pregnant ant) on the window. She is super into insects and actually studies in a chemistry lab that handles insects. Anyway, Barry removed the wing reproductive from the building and all was well.

The second part of the tour was just 2 men explaining processes in the plant. I felt like if I touched anything in the plant there would be an explosion. So I was a good girl and kept my hands to myself.

On the bus ride back I spotted a Montessori school. Freaking throwback. I went there for daycare, preschool, and every day after kindergarten got out. I lost my first tooth there, overslept at naptime, and oh, I one time got in trouble for telling someone I'd give them a knuckle sandwich if they cut me in line for lunch. I haven't changed.

Also this shirt is just the best. Don't mind the face. My TA Nick thought it said Le Barbara. No, just no.

People have started calling me lebarbara now though. Actually, just him...

Okay the other day my friend Nicole and I ordered falafel. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE. First off, we gave them the number of our friend who has data, so they could call. But then he ran out of data, so we asked the TAs (who have data) to call and see where our food was. It was an ordeal. Finally when we found the guy, he did not seem impressed. My friend was like, "Sorry, we're American; our phones don't work!" *face palm* Never apologize for being American. God bless.

The falafel tasted fine but...we ordered baklava as dessert. It tasted like fake grape flavoring. We both couldn't get the taste out of our mouths. Disgusting. Can't order baklava again for a while.


From now on, falafel < naptime. I could have napped instead of enduring that "falafel fiasco", if you will.  Ah, you want to hear about another bad food experience? The other day I ordered lasagne at a restaurant, and they were out. The end. Game over. Amy sad. But I got nachos (I ordered them without jalapeños because both me and Melanie- who split it with me- don't like spicy things). The fricken put jalapeños on it. Cool. I wanted to casually throw them at our waitress, who didn't like us anyway.


BIG NEWS: I decided Miley Cyrus needs a new tour title. Instead of the Bangerz tour, she should tour Ireland and call it the Bangerz and Mash tour. People would be obsessed. I didn't eat bangers and mash because I don't really like sausage, but I heard good reviews.

Lastly, an umbrella is called a brolly in England. That is all.


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-amyjoy