I love Walt Whitman

So I haven't posted anything in a while.  Let's see where we left off...I had my timetables. That's still good, I got into the Sociology classes I wanted to, so all I have left is the English seminar, which registers on the 18th.  Turns out I can use some of the seminar courses for my "Additional Theatre History" credit for my major, so woo-hoo!

We went out last Saturday to a pub called Coyotes (American themed, very funny) to watch Ireland beat Cyprus. Go team! It was a good time, but not a very exciting game.

Some classes started this week, so that's been exciting.  I have purchased a few books and am waiting on the rest.  My Renaissance Lit professor (sorry, Ren-NAY-ssance) seems very smart--apparently he's quite a character around campus.  His names is Hubert McDermott, but the Irish guys behind me called him "Huuuuubes!"  So that should be interesting.

My American Lit course should be interesting--Whitman, Melville, Hawthorne, Douglass, Jacobs, etc. But it's taught by an American, so that's not quite as cool. I wanted to get the Irish perspective.  First day was quite easy: "Here are some themes in 19th century America.  This is Manifest Destiny. This is abolitionism. Yadda yadda yadda."  But most of the texts are new to me, so that's good.

I've been doing a lot of walking lately, which I've enjoyed but my feet have not.  I've got blisters on my blisters. Ugh.

Our friend, Alex, had to go home the other day.  It turned out that his credits wouldn't transfer back the way he needed them to, so he couldn't afford to lose a semester.  We went to see Inglourious Basterds (great move, by the by) and then picked up a cake to surprise him.  We gals stayed until about 1 in the morning, eating cake and playing cards, and the guys held on until 2.  Alex had to leave at 3:00 to catch his flight. Which sucked (or as Ricardo would say "Fraud!"  That's the new slang for anything lame or bad. Fraud. Start spreading it).  So that was sad.

Last night was the International Student Society get-together at Skeffs Bar on Eyre Square.  We managed to meet a few new cool people, but it was so crowded we could barely move.  There are some very cool internationals here, though. Lots of French and lots of Germans.  

Today I had no classes, so I enjoyed my morning, watch the first season finale of Torchwood, and finally did laundry.  I'm getting ready to start a pork roast in about 15 minutes, and perhaps watch the new episode of Glee. 

Tomorrow my darling Emma Locatelli is coming up for the weekend. Yay Yay Yay! So exciting.

We'll be going--along with my pals Stephen and Gonzalo--to Inis Mór by ferry on Saturday.  Hopefully I'll figure out how to post pictures. If not, check Facebook. 

I won't wait so long for a post next time. Cheers!