Oh, fiddlesticks! That's right...fiddlesticks.

Not an overly exciting day, thus far. E-linguistics was predictably...eh. And self-defense rocked my socks off, as usual. Got my class list for Ireland yesterday...looks like I'll be taking Irish Poetry in the 20th century, Irish History, The Troubles of Northern Ireland, and The Art of Ireland from Neolithic to New Age, along with an internship. :) Could I be any happier???? The answer, of course, is no. Played computer games with Austin last night...just 'cause he likes it when I'm geeky...which is all the time, really, but you know what I mean. I need to get one of those "Learn Gaelic in 25 seconds" cd rom things for my computer. Because, I mean, even if I can't get the basic structure of the language down, I'd like to at least be able to puzzle through words with the right sounds, like knowing that Dubh is pronounced dove and Maeve is pronounced mab. So I know a very very tiny bit. But nothing overly helpful. It's Thursday...party and sleepover? Who knows. Who can tell. More later. When I have something real to say. Oh! Have talked to Matthew now, online. Not nearly to the extent of what I've done with Renita, but, honestly, I don't ever expect to find a ridiculously quick connection like that again for a long time. In any case, he's fun, if not so talkative online, which I can appreciate, and he's inundating me with video game recommendations. Which I also appreciate.