O'Hump Day

Hello, everyone.


Here's a pic of me with my pretty new scarf and my same ugly face I make:

I look like I have a wonky eye here. That's an added bonus just for you folks at home.



Today was the epitome of Ireland weather at it's best. In the morning on the way to class it was about 50 degrees and rainy. Then by 4 or so it was 75 and sunny. I was all sweaty. Tomorrow it's supposed to be even nicer, which means i might need to break and shave my legs. I hope I have the right adapter for my weed-whacker. This weekend, as a course trip, we're going to 2 by 3 mile island in Connemara. The weather is supposed to be heavenly and I can't wait... and the island even has a blow hole. BLOWHOLE! I can't wait to take a picture next to it.

Today felt long. I can't even remember what happened this morning, so let me think............
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Okay, got it. This morning we had a seminar over two poems by an Irish poet and writer named Seamus Healy. We then moved on to a short story, which I had never read of heard of before this class called "Guests of the Nation." I strongly recommend reading it because evidently alot of writers after it was written stole and copied ideas of war stories from it. It's written by a man named Frank O'Conner and after discussing it in class, I found myself understanding and appreciating it even more. Stupid guys weren't so stupid today. They must've eaten breakfast. (My mom always told me eating breakfast before school would make me smarter.)

In the afternoon, we had a lecture by a man who I will not name, but who was the most boring reader/lecturer I've ever encountered in all my days. He was a professor, playwright, and after asking those interested in writing plays and having two nerds raise their hands, I thought... "Oh good. This will be short and sweet. He'll talk mostly about his work of fiction that he wrote." But no. He talked for about 45 minutes about his play two plays he's written and where they've been performed. He gave a nice thirty minute synopsis of "the drama" then gave a synopisis of a play of his about the hidden life of mystic William Blake for another half hour. (yes, I know you are at the edge of your seats, as well.) I passed the time writing notes to my roommate on the wrapper from a chocolate bar. One said: "I like you. Do you like me? Check box yes or no." And she checked yes. But we're kinda gonna see how things go for right now. At one point in the lecture I looked over and looked at everyone and they were all doodling in their notebooks like we were in fifth grade. So I felt better that I wasn't the only person bored out of my gourd.

And the guy was so old, he could hardly be heard and I'm pretty sure I saw his flesh decaying off of his bones like the cryptkeeper from Tales from the Crypt. Needless to say, after that lecture, we were driven to drink and went to Quay's Pub, sat outside and enjoyed a cider. Here's a picture of my roommates not yet recovered from the boredom:






Featured Chocolate of the Day:
Kinder Chocolate.
It's heavenly, comes in different shapes and gimmicks, but mostly concentrates on milk chocolate with white chocolate inside it. And they come in little tiny bars so you don't feel bad eating them.

Some of us may remember the Kinder debacle of May of 2006 when Tricia played up the kinder for weeks, brought some to Amy's bachelorette party for me. I hid it but ended up not coming back for drunk eating later that night, so the fat, selfish arses that I call friends ate all of it. And Kelly spit hers out after discovering she didn't like white chocolate. What a sad, waste of Kinder.

Anyways, Kinder, if you couldn't guess, is German and has a sweet picture of an Aryan little boy on the packaging. You can't find it easily in the states, unless you live in a city like Lemont where there are alot of Pollocks and Germans.

Check our the aryan chocolate: http://www.chocolat.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&ManfID=1098&Page=1