The Noo-est of the Noo, originally uploaded by NoirinP.
Stephen "Noogler" Shirley, as photographed on Conall’s camera phone
The last week has been somewhat more hectic than was hoped, but was, all-in-all, wonderful.
Not a whole lot of note happened, although Stephen’s noogly-humiliation was celebrated with some most delicious nourishment courtesy of the Mongolian Barbeque on Friday, and there was a (not unusually) wonderful visit to River of Life on Sunday (followed by an unusually bad headache, but oh well).
I passed third year, have a vague semblance of a timetable for fourth year, have done the whole “Fresher’s Week” thang… All’s looking relatively calm and sane, for now!
I met Sean, my cousin, at the Fresher’s stuff, which was much fun – except the bit where I asked how Wolfie (our first dog, who’d been living with Sean’s family for the last $n years) was… Sean laughed a bit, and informed me that Wolfie was dead (then promptly apologised for the laughing)… He died a couple of months ago – but since he hasn’t lived with us for many years, I hadn’t known. I never really expected to be sad about his death, but actually, I kinda am. Apparently he died naturally though, in the arms of my aunt Pam… He was /ancient/ (Sean reckoned 15, though I think he was more like 13), and had gotten blind, deaf, and generally old in the last year. He was the king of the hill right til the end though – God bless the little psychopath.
Finally of course, in happier news, I am no longer single – just like my favourite Noogler.
Squee 