Random

I don't have much to say in this post, but I figured I'd at least spend a few minutes updating. It might be worth noting the upcoming events that are about to take place in my life. I can't believe that I only have like 40 or so days left in England. Felt a little homesick during Easter break, but now I'm convinced that after a week being back, I'm going to miss Englaterra, so I have to go out with a bang. I'm going to be piss broke and that's perfectly okay. God will provide. I'll be bored at home after a week if I'm not feeling challenged, so I need to soak up every moment that I can while I'm here. So, here's what I have planned so far:

Edinburgh in a 6 person apartment with about 13 people, including crazy Aussies. Yes. May 15-17th.
Barcelona with Ana Moorefield and family!!! This I am particularly excited for because I wasn't sure that I'd be able to make it over to Spain, but thanks to RyanAir for cheap flights, I am going to meet up with my second family and my beloved old College of Charleston roommate! I have to fly into Barcelona-Gerona and then bus to the B'Cona city centre, but I'm not really worried about that since I'm pretty sure I know enough Spanish to get by... let's hope. May 24-27th.

As far as work goes:
I have my Economic Development exam May 29, but I'll prepare before B'Cona.
I have my B. Shakes' & Renaissance Drama exam June 9, but I'm not worried about that so much.
I have my Economic Development essay due May 18.
I have my 2nd Irish writing essay due June 1.

That's my life for the next 40ish days. I will probably be heading back to the good ol' U. S. of A on June 10, but that's pretty up in the air since I still do not have a ticket home. Oh well, we will get there. Let me know if you want to visit. I'm sure you can get cheap tickets to Sheffield.

I'm thinking of entering the Miss America pageant next year.

A few more random things. Joe, my PT/Sports Psychology major of a brother, why am I getting Charlie horses in my calves 3x in one night? Pops, I need better shoes because my feet are covered in blisters. Pops, I'm also getting blood blisters on my fingers from God only knows where. Pops, I'm out of Jif All Natural Peanut Butter and I'm going a little insane. I will be getting my hair cut soon, and in my dreams my hair cut day has been supplemented by a facial, massage, and pedicure. There's nothing wrong with being a dreamer right? I'm Irish. Therefore, I daydream, think, and fantasize about all of the ins and outs of life.

Moving right along... While we're on the topic of the Irish, I was writing my Irish writing essay last weekend and I realized that the whole "Luck o' the Irish" saying was a joke. It's a complete and utter oxymoron. Since when have Irish people ever been lucky? Maybe when they fall in love. But let's just think about it for a minute, shall we? First, they get invaded by the Normans. Then, the freaking English won't put a stop to their attempt to colonize. Third, they suffer from a Potato Famine and a great migration of Celtic people, which caused a huge depletion of the words in their native language (Gaelic). Fourth, England still wouldn't leave them alone (so now they're all fluent in English with a few random Gaelic words peaking through at the seams), which led to many bloody battles such as the Battle of the Black Pig. There is luck in that Ireland gets its independence and N. Ireland becomes a part of the UK, but obviously hostilities between the green and the orange remain. Therefore, I have determined that the "Luck o' the Irish" saying is a sick joke that my people came up with to keep their heads up in times of desperation. "Luck o' the Irish" it is.

Finally, I will end with this one confession. Mon-Mon's momma and sister came for a visit and we took her sister out for a night on the town. We ordered iced bounties (my favorite drink in the UK) and chased with my first tequila shot, and I must say, it wasn't bad. I wasn't really worried about being out of my mind tipsy or anything (mom) because I knew I was being taken care of and that we were going to take a taxi to the club. It's not like I'll make a habit of it, of course, just because drinking is not all that exciting to me, but it was fun to do with the girls. Then, we went dancing forever- you know how I like to dance. ;) That is all. Payce.