Let's DO THIS!

Ah, humpday.
It's killing me that I know that Tricia and Kelly are here, wandering around the streets of Ireland someplace and I can't see them yet. At least that's what I hope is happening. I hope they're not still stuck at Newark overnight, like I was.

Today was our last workshop. To top it all off, we started a half hour late, and blowbagged just for old times sake before having a proper reading. I read the three poemd I'd already workshopped because the printer wasn't working and I couldn't offer any new poems. Also because I am spent, done, and spent again with this school thing. Today the student assistant from the summer school office stopped me and said they had no receipt of my tuition payment. I had another panic attack (had one yesterday, too) Then I found the email confirmation I got after sending the check about three months ago from the office. Suck it, micks.

So, I've been thinking about how critical the Irish are of American foriegn affairs and how much they hate G Dub. (Except for one crazy guy we met that one night who supported the war and Dubya and spit on us). And it's funny... because Ireland doesn't even have an army really. And I think it's because they can't get their shit together. Don't get me wrong, I am not so much a fan of Bushie. But I mean, at least we plan things, and keep records of death tolls and tuition payments in the States. The Irish pretend to be on their high horses about the war in the middle east, or really their high stools, but really their stance is the result of not knowing what it's like to have your shit together. It must be pretty easy to critique another country from a bar stool and over a pint on your lunch break of your five hour work day. Ireland work schedule: 10-12, break from 12-2:30, 2:30-5... no joke. It's like when someone makes a joke about my little brother being mentally unbalanced and slightly tranvestite-ish. I mean, it's funny when I say it, or when my mom calls him a wendy, but it's not funny when anyone else says it. Ok, it is a little bit. Right, Nate?


Anyhoo, and I really don't think the Irish have much to talk about when it comes to conflict and funny business when most of them surrendered their language. SELL OUTS!

Well, that's my lunchtime soapbox. We're viewing a special screening of an interview with John McGahern, a popular and celebrated writer in Ireland who used to come to NUIG for the summer before he kicked it a couple months ago.

And now for the afternoon update: my tummy hurts. I'll get through.... somehow... some way. someday. SOMEDAY.

A scenerio that just occured:
Me: Is this illegal?
Katie: Yeah.
Me: Okay!

I'll let you guess what that's about.

Um, so it is the eve of humpday right now and I am currently waiting for the shower to, not be hot, but to be maybe tepid. I'd settle for tepid. I met up with Kelly and Tricia for dinner with Katie then out for trad and some drinks. It's so weird seeing people you know someplace foreign after a month of swearing you've seen people that you really haven't. You know whatI mean?

Then we walked around for a bit, showed them the sites.
Tomorrow we're going on a trip to the Arn Island for class... Kelly and Tricia are going to the same place on their own. Then we're meeting up later to go out for one last hoorah in Galway. So sad. We're going to suck it up after a long day 9am-7 pm and go out to a club. The only thing we really have on Friday though is a farewell reception. We can swing it.

Sadly, I didn't take any interesting pictures today.
So try to sleep tonight, everyone.

~Mandy