Choose a flat. Choose a nice wee bottle of €5 wine. Choose stealing pint glasses. Choose daytime TV - Maury's 18th paternity test of the day. Choose Cuba/CPs/Kharma. Choose falling down Cuirt stairs on your ass. Choose staying outside Smacs for 2 hours chatting . Choose random shots. Choose dancing the night away. Choose being slagged cause of your donegal accent by a pikey Dub. Choose sittin on the sofas with feet on chairs. Choose living on cheap wine and instant noodles. Choose sitting up all night writing the essay that you should have been working on for the last three months. Choose easily-broken glasses. Choose falling off the seat in slow motion. Choose wearin woolly (fencing) socks with pretty dresses. Choose bein on bebo, facebook and msn to each other even tho we can practically talk through the walls. Choose The Hills. Choose America's Next Top Model. Choose all that other rubbish we watch and love. Choose making a deal to all go study in five minutes and sitting there for an hour. Choose mystery switches. Choose tea tea and more tea (or tea-flavoured milky water in Laura's case and coke in mine). Choose fencing in the kitchen. Choose drying clothes on every possible dryer cause of stupid Cuirt laudrette. Choose the noisiest doors in the world. Choose the roses that lasted forever. Choose always wishing for a hoover. Choose crosstrainers. Choose crazy flashing lights in the kitchen. Choose random nicknames for boys and dresses. Choose Gort-watching and betting who's gonna fall of a balcony first. Choose stroking and discussing legs. Choose sprinting for the frickin phone. Choose Saraaaaaaaaaaaaaaah/Lauraaaaaaaaaa
 aa. Choose getting called the wrong name. Choose writings randomness on the blackboard.
Choose having mystery forks. Choose trips to Dunnes or Aldi if we're broke. Choose ridiculous amounts of frozen vegetables. Choose the tiny tiny freezer. Choose discovering the plug half way through the year. Choose mystery tin-foiled dishes in the fridge. Choose exploding soup. Choose stinging eyes cause no1 will clean the oven. Choose never using the oven anyways. Choose blasting out christmas songs. Choose HOLIDAYS ARE COMIN. Choose cushions and throws being so lovely. Choose leaving the front door open all day. Choose standing in front of the TV. Choose Sarah's door having a mind of its own. Choose comin into the warm kitchen and catching up. Choose laughing at ourselves. Choose the best housemates ever.
CHOOSE COLLEGE LIFE. CHOOSE GALWAY. CHOOSE 65 CUIRT NA COIRIBE!!

Unbelievable weekend, cant believe that madness goes on every August and there's still a city left after! Defo bringing a big crew next year if any1's interested in a mad comedy-filled weekend

The list of shows we saw:
Friday - The Blues Brothers Comedy + Jazz set (brilliant music + funny frontmen), Best of the Fest (Karl Spain, a dude from Phoeinix Nights, Japanese punk mimes, Joany thingy lol)

Saturday - The Cheese and Pineapple Club (random but v fun), Andrew Maxwell (feckin hilarious, great NI stuff), MAXWELL'S FULLMOONERS (£15 for Jason Byrne, Ed Byrne, Chris English Guy and Yank on Drugs with Andrew Maxwell hosting plus music and breakdancers. they all got langered, amazing 1-off gig, Fav of the Fest )

Sunday - The Oxford Imps (improv show - zombie pretzels ), Best of the Irish (Maeve Higgins, Neil Delemere, some lad from Antrim), Neil Delemere (full show, 2nd fav, feckin hilarious!!), Irishman Englishman Scottishman Welshman gig.

Still on a buzz from laughing so much - cant wait for next year!!

All - "MANLY CHANT, MANLY CHANT, STRAP ON YOUR BACK, WHAT ARE YA AT, YA BIG TWAT, WAAAAAAY OHHHH, WAAAAAAAAY OHHHHH"

Sean Boyle, quoting Trailer Park Boys (it soon spread tho) - "BAAAAAAAAAAAM!! PEANUT BUTTER AND JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!"

Kieran Pradeep - "Get the fuck away from my rape"

Eoin Bubbles - (he had to say somethin that rhymed with Eileen, was awesome!!) "when I drink, I lean"

Buncrana lad to G.I. Joe "So are you a foreigner or an American?"

Sean Boyle (if a girl touches his drink) "Kick her in the fallopian tubes"

Everyone playing Kings - "DRINK BOOGIE QUACK!!"

Me, eloquently tryin 2 convince some Fermanagh randomer to give me back my ball - "Oye you!! FECK YE!!!"

Kim (on my method of keeping my hands warm) - "Long story short, Nora has socks for hands"

This has (no suprises) a lot to do with Sean Boyle and Aideen, not sure exactly - "There's no cinnamon in a stock cube!" (was it about Nutrigrain bars or somethin??)

Me, commenting on someone saying SB had exceeded all expectations (Harry Potter Cheese to the max here) - "He got an E in his OWL"

Aids on the fineness of an individual, who's identity I dont remember - "He's not 73 so he doesnt count". I know. Eeeew.

Fiona (she was switching around the Belfast lads motto of "The man that needs no introduction) - "Paul Fletcher - the guy no1 should introduce"

David McM - "hi lads I canny feel my legs"

Ronan - "6 is a nice number of paracetamol to take"

Add more ya drunken maniacs!!