anyone care for a little gaelic football?

i started classes monday. after spending two and a hour hours registering. there was a queue of internationals sitting, waiting to be called. apparently you were supposed to have the classes you wanted to take, a slip of paper about releasing your grades to your home university, and your passport. i had two of the three. of course. and then it said that one of my classes wasn't even available (which is false, because it definitely is). sooo talk about frustration city.

finally, i got all registered and sturff and started classes. they're okay. they are huge class sizes. not a huge fan, though, because i want one-on-one, you know. i want a teacher to know my name, to realize that i have thoughts about what he's lecturing on, and then i want him to expect me to pitch those to the class. that may sound obnoxious, but that's just how i roll in class. and it mostly gets me A's. this is a whole new ball game. i guess i'll just have to go introduce myself and be the innocent, but smart, American girl with the sweet smile and occasional attentive nods. dadgummit.

so yesterday i saw all of my ole miss friends' statuses (stati?). it was how they all just wanted to sleep because it was rainy and blah and meeh, blah blah. and i was right there with them this time last year. heck, i would've been right there with them this year, if i would've been in oxford.

but instead, i am in the middle of THE rainiest, cold rainiest, place. have i mentioned it rains? i'm not complaining in the least - i'm definitely the one who decided that i was going to come to ireland! but i do like this weather. i'm sure once i get used to the weather, it will be much better, but all i want to do is just lay in bed! because cold rain = lazy weather, right? NO. it means.. get used to it, sucka, you're here for four months!!

my 'merican frands are great. becca (from texas, plays softball at trinity), liz (from rhode island, goes to assumption, wherever the h-e-doublehockeysticks that is) and i found the gym yesterday. it was great fun. i ran a couple miles (can you say out. of. shape), did about 10 minutes on a piece of weight equipment specifically for rowing (daaaannngg, stuff is real! real hard), some free weights and then just cardio stuff. and then we played a little basketball (i made them play, they're not big fans. I JUST WANT TO PLAY BASKETBALL WITH PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO PLAY.) and then we did an aerobics class. too much looking like an idiot for my taste, though.

there were posters up about joining different teams. think i've narrowed it down to basketball, kayaking, and gaelic football (ha!). a girl was trying to explain it to me yesterday. apparently it's a mixture of soccer and rugby and gets INTENSE. in tents? i wish i was somewhere in a tent. so i guess we'll see how that goes. i'm going to get out there with 30 of the most manliest irish women and just be taken to the house.

tonight we're going to some fresher's ball thing at a pub. because everything is at a pub. seriously. all meals, drinks, nights - all spent in pubs. you win, ireland. you win.

until something else interesting comes about, love love you all :)