This one's for the boys

Sorry, guys! I really am. I've started posting several times since I last did, and have never had time to finish. So, I'm taking a Swift break to post. On to exciting things...
I AM GOING TO IRELAND!!!!!!! For sure. So long as I make money. And if not, well...student loan city. Gotta love that stuff. So, I shall be job hunting this week. Or rather, threatening Borders into hiring me. I really think I need to get a couple jobs...because I'll still have rent and bills and the like to pay over the summer, which is really a pain, but I do have my internship. It appears that maybe I'm trying to do too much at once (does this surprise anyone) but, as I told my mother, if there's an opportunity there, I'm going to seize it. And really, this first semester is the best time for me to go abroad, in an academic sense. In a finanical sense...definitely not. In a personal sense...well, let's just say that I have more doubts about that then I did a couple months ago. Done a lot of playing with Austin this week...got him ridiculously wasted, enough to drunk dial Jill. I tried to talk him into calling one of his girls, but he insisted that they wouldn't see the humor in the situation. I highly doubt that though. He was damn funny. Have also discovered the most fantastic show on the face of the planet: Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Seriously, the name alone is great, and the premise of having a place for homeless imaginary friends to live is fabulous. Cartoon network. Watch it. I insist. Criminal justice class last Friday made me want to kill myself. She's so...painfully boring, and not really a very good instructor. She also works with my roommate, so. Whatever. I won't say anymore about that. My good friend over at masochrist.blogspot.com has been raising interesting points of late. I encourage anyone who, um, enjoys flamingly one-sided opinions to read his plan to fix the world. The scariest thing of all is...if someone was powerful enough and communist enough, I think it could work. He did forget, though, I think, to break the will of humanity sufficiently enough to implement this plan. But just a minor detail, and I'm sure he's got an idea for that as well. Oh. The Pope. Ugh. I'm sorry that he's dead, and I'm sure he was fabulous and everything, but I'd much prefer to watch Revenge of the Nerds than some crazy ass Italian cardinal tell me that the Pope's dead. When I already knew. I mean, seriously, if you've ever talked to me, you've heard me rant on how, for at least the past year, the Pope was an animatronic puppet. Nobody ever heard him say anything! He'd mumble and then that smarmy looking guy who followed his motorized wheelchair (battery charger??) would kindly interepret it (make it up) for the rest of us. Terry Schiavo. I won't go into this at length, just tell you that our Easter Sunday ended with my aunt calling me a murderer and leaving. So. Guess which side I was on. Saw Sin City with the boys on Friday. So so so so so good. And I almost had an orgasm right there in the theatre, because I saw the Hitchhiker's Guide trailer, the Devil's Rejects trailer and the Episode III trailer all in a row. Had poet night on Friday also, which was lots of fun...even thought Katie sort of stole one of the poems I need for workshop after flaming the writer. She decided it was too mean, and we couldn't give it to the author, so I'm hoping to steal a copy from a fellow poet who hasn't commented yet. Talked at length with Katie about English Honors Project, and am very excited about putting together a huge manuscript. Am also hoping that I'll be able to talk a poetry workshop whilst in Ireland next semester, so my criticism muscles don't get rusty, and also so I don't inflate myself into thinking that I'm better than I am. That will be my real problem, not having anyone to look at my stuff. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to have another English major along for the semester. That could be fun. And there's this fantastic Irish Writer's Conference in Dublin in Septemeber, so I'm already planning to knock around there. I'm going to take as few hours as possible, because I want to experience the country. I might not come home, guys, I might just get a job cleaning glasses in a tiny country pub, and spend my days wandering the country and writing poetry, and my evenings in the pub, listening to the old men talk and sing and tell stories. If I feel particularly ambitious later this evening, maybe I'l do some poetry posts for you. So you know what I've been up to this semester. It just makes me nervous posting it on a forum like this, especially without a copyright. I know personally that I often stumble across random blogs and livejournals, and while I wouldn't steal anything, I don't know for sure that someone else wouldn't rip my writing off. *shudders* That's the closest thing to mental rape I can imagine, I think, at least for me. So maybe no poetry for you.

Also. I am a geek. And it is apprently highly attractive. But I'm sure you already knew that.