Random Events that Have Little or Nothing to Do with Ireland, Besides the Fact that They Took Place in Ireland

As I have been trying to accept the fact that I no longer sleep at night, and haven't had any fun traveling stories, I have neglected my blogging.

Let me take this moment to apologize. Sorry blog.

And in accordance with Peter's request that I write something, under imminent threat of receiving ugly foot pictures on my facebook page, I will take the time now to document all the nonsense that will undoubtedly make me seem like "a great coxcomb" or, more unfortunately, a "sawce-box" (for more information on these terms, which are regarded by dictionary.com as obsolete, see the works of Jane Austen and/or Samuel Richardson).

1) SUPERFLIRT - aka how my flatmates and I have occupied ourselves in the living room.

Our mysterious roommate Katie has by far been the most important member of our humble abode, as she has provided us with the unfailing joy of Tracey Cox's masterpiece, Superflirt. Written by the former editor of the ever witty and profound Cosmopolitan magazine, Superflirt provides both men and women with advice on how to flirt successfully. This entails reading body language and sending the right signals.

I will not spoil this great literary gem for you (if it can be found at the Boston College library, I'm sure it exists elsewhere), but I will say that the tidbits of wisdom that Ms. Cox includes ARE THE REASONS WHY MEN ALWAYS SEEM TO FIND HIDDEN "COME AND GET ME" SIGNALS THAT FEMALES HAVE ZERO INTENTION OF SENDING. I will not even discuss what she says about lip gloss...

2) Class

It's all grand, except for my Modern American Lit class. For anyone who has NEVER been my roommate, I will just spit it straight. I have zero tolerance for literature in which every word apparently has some "deep meaning." Consequently, modernist literature is NOT my style. If anyone understands what the heck Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury is about, please call me and let me know. I don't know if Sparknotes can even help me survive through this one...

3) Nighttime Excursions - aka clubbing

I'm going to do a brief sum up for this...all of these stories are better when I get to re-enact them with appropriate bodily gestures and varying voice inflections.

Dicey's - hid in a bathroom stall for 10 minutes avoiding creepers.

D2 - almost got into a fight (coming from the firm pacifist who throws herself between angry young men to break up fights at parties)

Button Factory - shook the hand of an actor I've never heard of (anyone seen the show 'Skins'? Apparently it's HUGE over here...)

21 - got kissed by a girl...and did NOT like it (sorry Katy Perry, no judgment)

After all the nonsense, I have survived mostly unscathed (nothing a little therapy can't fix). If anything, I now have enough material to write a horrible screenplay for a cliche teen movie.

Stay tuned, I will have REAL things to share after my trip to Cork this coming weekend =)