Tumbleweed

Today I tried to run a trail near my campus. Working out on study abroad? I know; I'm an inspiration. But let's just say that when I said I tried, that is exactly what happened.

Ireland wasn't having it with me working out. I take that as a sign I should probably go have a beer. Or I could have some wine...oh wait...no I can't. (See last post). I ate shit on the path, end of story.



Today started our second week of class. I had the hardest time focusing this morning as we learned about antifungals and antivirals. Just as a recap, my class is on drug discovery. Not like cannibis or meth. We're talking like real difficult molecules that have been made available for diseases and infections. It's intriguing, but I know I don't want to go into this field- so I lose focus a lot. My teacher is probably the smartest chemist I know. I get mindfucked just listening to him. But I can never stop listening because 1) he has an accent and 2) it all sounds so important. Go chemistry.



In other news, I thought I should share a picture of the crew of people I've been hanging out with (and probably annoying with my lame jokes) on this trip.

Pictured from top to bottom on left: Nick, Jordan, Nicole

from top to bottom on right: James, princess Amy, Clarissa, Melanie, and Jake


We make Jake take all our selfies because he's hella tall. We all go out and have meals together. It's a nice little chem family. I wish Nicole didn't derp in this picture, but I usually am the one to ruin pictures, so I can't blame her.


Also, on a heavier note, this morning someone I thought was really close to me decided to ruin all my positive perceptions that I had for them. It makes me so upset, sometimes, to be so close to someone and work so hard to make them happy, but receive nothing in return. At least this toxic being is now out of my life for good. As my dad would put it, "It's their loss for losing an Andes girl from their life!" Whether it's a friend, boyfriend, acquaintance, or something else, no one fucks with the Andes clique. Woooo, now I'm hyped with pride.


HOWEVER, Irish people are not fans of my dog, Sir Walter Andes. Here he is...just chilling like always. Spoiled brat.

Why do the Irish not like him, you may ask? Welp, I found this sign up on Trinity's (another college) campus.


I'm still crying of laughter. It looks like they specifically don't want yorkie/schnauzer mixes. Sir Walter (Wally) and I have an interesting relationship. I love him when I'm not with him. But at home he begs for food, wakes me up from my beauty rest, and demands I give him attention. Like stahppppp. I want to be relaxed at home, not wake up at 3 AM from his barking at non-existent things that he sees out the window. What a character he is. He has had full Chinese leftovers before and chocolates on Valentine's Day. Not on purpose. But my dad does splurge and buys him McDonald's ice cream cones every now and then. I know. I don't want to believe it either.








Well, nothing too big happening over here. Just trying to keep up with the happenings of my friends at home and at school. Also about to get Neosporin for my leg because of those ladies that wouldn't move from the path. Yeah, that's the reason I fell. For trying to move out of the way to let other people pass. Last time I ever do anything nice for anybody. Lol just kidding, but I ain't happy about my battle wound.

If I don't find neosporin, I'm resorting to potato peels. Wish me luck.

peace.love.meep
-amyjoy