The air conditioning is making the room really cold... and I am never cold, I think the ghost from under the stairs of my new house has followed me onto campus- which is fair enough- he may have abandonment issues, just like the rest of us.

Ever watched Freedom Writers? It's about writers.... with freedom. They are all apparently 15 year old kids- you know the kid, they look like they're well into their thirties.... and they hate Hilary Swank, then they love Hilary Swank then she lets them all down and spends the last ten minutes winning back their trust in a moving mime damien rice video type way. They wasn't enough death in it.......

And the ice-cream never recovered from our walk to the Movie Club, all in all it was a bust.

I was working in the airport last night until 3am and I was so sad! The Summer comes to an end and so too does the adventure that was Cork International Airport..... I think I love it there. I love the fact that it's never the same and the same conversation will never be held twice.

We took pictures before midnight in order to... look....cool? (it didn't really do anything for our reps it must be said).

After midnight when I found myself alone I do what I usually do- chat with the car park boys and airport police (apfs are hot for me, just fact,like) and then listen to people complain about how crap the Irish bus service is at 2am while urging the Polish flight to hurry up in my mind. With that in mind I have decided to buy an airline called "cheaper than ryanair,happier than aer lingus and faster than bmi" copyright should not be a problem. All I need is the financial backing, crews, staff and a building.

Pat Keohane has competition right here.

When the last plane lands I have to wait for the out bound to, well, fuck off. Then the watchroom (I like to think God lives there) ring me to tell me that I can go.

"We've past it over to Shannon for the night, so you can go home".

How fitting.