Independence Day-updated

So, as everyone knows... yesterday was the 4th of July. The reason you should know this is because today is the 5th of July.







We had lecture about the history of Irish poetry and prose and that was actually very interesting. Then, in the afternoon, a poet speak and recite poems in the morning. His Name was Louie Le Poer or something. And he wrote poems in Gaelic and Irish. He looked like the Irish equivalent of Fabio, and his poems were very impressive. I am going to need a separate suitcase for all the books I plan on buying.


In the evening there was a 4th of July BBQ for all the Writing people from America, but also for the San Diego State people studying Irish History and Anthropology. Those people are pretty much useless, are very immature undergrads, and support every negative stereotype of Americans and American tourist. Case #1: stupid blonde girls whose father didn't hug them enough in short denim skirts (blue) white tube tops (white) and red spangley garters on their arms, legs, and their heads. They had a cups tournament before they even got there. Case #2: Black guy who is more white than black, with a popped collar, 15 different colors of flip flops, but with an afro so he can still maintain his street cred. The reason we really hated him was because he was loud and drinking miller genuine draft and stealing people's drink tickets.


After the bbq, two of my roommates and I went to King's Head Pub to watch the word cup game. I of course have no interest in a specific game, or any real knowledge of the game. But I was happy to hop on the bandwagon. I guess many irish people hate italians so they were cheering for Germany. They dislike France even more though, by the way.

So one drink turned into more and we had a good time telling eachother stories that will make things awkard in the morning. On the way home, we decided to buy a pack of the cute, skinny cigarettes Irish people smoke... only to buy them and realize we bought the regular ones, and these were just boriing regular cigarettes. They cost me 7 euro which is like 13 dollars in American money. And not one of us smokes. Good idea, right?

This morning wasn't bad at all. Our classes don't start until 10:30 and I find myself getting up later and later everyday. By the way, right now I am watching two big irish guys wrestle eachother in the meadow with "Unchained melody" belting from somewhere in the background. So random. I wish I were kidding.

Our poet this morning was called Rita Ann Higgins. Her poetry was quirky and interesting and reminded me alot of myself, except her public speaking skills were sub-par. It's weird how someone so prolific in writing can be so inept in other mediums. But I'll buy her book, too.
This afternoon we have a lecture over some Yeats stories, which I am excited about because it's by the actual Irish professors and there will be less blowbagging. Speaking of blowbagging, in our class there are the two BIGGEST morons in the WORLD. SOOOO lame. One kid was asked his name and he took a pregnant pause. He had to think about it. What a freaking idiot. More on these d-bags later.

Tonight we'll be watching the world cup and asking continuously: "Wait, what just happened? Wait, what's that mean?" I also have to do my laundry which will be interesting with no laundry bags. Doing the wash here cost five euro. RIP OFF!

This weekend my roommates and I are planning a trip to Cork, so that should be fantabulous