Drunken Norweigian Ukelele Players

First off, I'm having a pretty interesting life.
I asked Cliff to prom last night and he said sureeee! and now I have a fabulous prom date and I couldn't be happier. But I did have to track down a bunch of forms today to fill out, so that was annoying. But so worth it :P Now I have to buy a sexy dress, damn.
Hmm, and there was Ireland! I went with Madrigals last week. The flying/traveling was so tiring... but..
Basically, I had a pretty good time in Ireland. It's one of the most beautiful places in the world, in my opinion. Everything is so GREEN and you can see for MILES in the countryside and there's this miraculous juxtaposition of earth and sea and sky and trees and grass all at once! It's so epic. It was also reminiscient of the Shire, a little. I kept expecting hobbits to jump out of their invisible hobbit holes in the hills and come out and play with the beautiful yellow flowers and dance around with the millions of sheep all around! It was so... serene.
So, we visited Killarney (3 nights), Cork (2 nights), and Dublin(3 nights). It was awesome, except for two nights, when I just felt kind of isolated. Like, I kept hanging out with the same people, and although they were cool people, it's kind of good to get to know other people and mix it up. But I got over it, and I had a really good night on the last night.
On Sunday night, we went to a classic irish band performance and it was awesome and super fun. We acted like crazy drunk people :D When we came back, it was right before bed check. I, being the curious person I am, went upstairs to investigate the source of a weird noise. A bunch of other people were in the stairwell as well, wondering what the noise was..
Finally we determined that the noise was coming from a room in the 300 hallway. We could hear loud yelling and laughing and singing and some weird instruments twanging. Kathl and Michelle and bunch of us ran up to the door, and we were like... should we knock? Kathl finally did. These crazy drunken Europeans seemed to spill out into the hallway, yelling "COME IN!!" with bright smiles. We weren't convinced, until we saw that they had ukeleles and were singing songs! We were like hell yes, we'll join you! It was sooo much fun singing with them. We sang these random Norweigian songs and then old folk tunes and stuff like Jumbalayah on the Bayoouuuu!
It was epic. I think I had more fun singing and dancing with them in those 20 or so minutes than I've had in quite a while. Our choir teacher eventually even came in, cause she was wondering why like 15 of her students were missing. She found us randomly singing with drunken ukelele playing norweigians, and then SHE joined in! It was amaaaaazing.
Ireland was cool because of moments like that.

So, I've been really out of it for the last... while. Making a serious mistake like I did, Tuesday night, might have been a wonderful or a terrible thing for me, when I think about it. The incredible threat to my life has helped me appreciate things more.. but is it worth it?
My stomach has stopped hurting, as of last night at about 8, but I still want to see a doctor. I need to know that I'm not dying of appendicitis (JD had it on Scrubs last night) or a stress ulcer or I've accidently OD'd on meds or SOMETHING! I just need to know what's going on with my body.
In other news, looks like I'm going to UCSB next year unless I can convince my parents that they should pay for NYU.. which is never, ever, going to happen, seeing as we've had about 25 arguments about the same subject this week. Not even exaggerating. Oh well.. I tried to get excited about UC Santa Barbara last night, though, and look up housing and honors programs online and whatnot. I still feel like it's a drunken party whore kind of school, though, and the fact that I'm in their honors program is not going to change the fact that I have less of a chance finding cool, interesting, smart people there that I actually want to be friends with than at NYU.. which is what I want from college in the first place. Those kind of people as friends who I can party with (sometimes), an expanded mind and world view, fun (how does one even categorize that?), a high level of education, a tolerant atmosphere with a small amount of frats and sororities, opportunities, especially good psychology programs, a city..
Whatever. I probably won't get over it anytime soon, but I will try to deal the best I can. Preferably not by going mental again.
I miss writing, so this felt good. Maybe I'll continue with this, make the background of the website really schnazzy, put photos up, write stories... lots of possibility. We'll see.