Gaelic Swear Words

Several things.
I had a wonderful evening, the delights of which I will enumerate for your pleasure and interest.
I went bowling with my esteemed cousin wings, namely, Consuming Fire and Bliss. I pretty much spanked everyone, especially in the second game *cough*167*cough* and my hair was not staticky. We went to Coldstone. Then because it was only twenty after eleven and curfew wasn't til one, Jeremy, Jason and I went to Aimee's house, where a bunch of people were watching Spy Games. Lisa remembered curfew in time to get me and Chelsie back to the dorms-- we walked into Towers at 12.59, to the cheers of the collective hall directors.
Points about the above narrative:
While I understand and appreciate ORU's system of brother/sister wings, I feel it is imperative to occasionally disregard those bonds and just hang out with people. Tonight was great because that's what everyone did. We bowled, we shared semi-witty banter, we smuggled burritoes into the bowling alley. It was grand.
The same cameraderie existed, though in a lesser degree, at Aimee's. I, the freshman who really has no bond with these people other than the Honors Program, was welcomed, as I always have been by them. Besides, it made me really want to be a spy and run covert ops and break the rules and pretend that secret documents were innocent Bahamian retirement plans. And Robert Redford is a good-looking old man, but he cannot compare to Gene Kelly.
I got the biggest adrenaline rush I'd had in a while when we ran through the door at curfew. For some reason I felt as if I had accomplished something.
When I came upstairs I walked into Kara's room and found them watching Braveheart.
I wish I could swear in Gaelic. I do.

On an entirely different topic: I feel like I'm missing something. Maybe if I start seeking it it'll show up.