Sept 17th

8 days here
9 day long red tinted beard grown
4 roommates
22lbs of ground beef ordered for Monday
2 letters from Jinette
4 classes, 3 hours long each
93 pages to read for history
0 history books bought
7 pages to read for Theo
1 Theo book borrowed
9 hours in the plane
2 hours on the ground in Dublin trapped in a heat box with dry air filling the cabin of the plane waiting to fly to Shannon
32 chicken fillets ordered
442 pictures taken
89 days left
1 girlfriend at home
0 girlfriends abroad
3 different pubs visited
2 cottagemates passed out in the living room last night with the lights on, butter out(?), and a video playing after a night on the town
1 angry Frenchman who publically yelled at my buddy and complimented me at the pub a couple nights ago
2 many Bulmers to count
1 concerned mother reading the last comment

I woke up today about half passed noon, opened my crusty eyes, and walked out of my bedroom into the living room. The bright light shining through the living room windows burned my eyes. I rubbed the crust off them and smelt lunch on stove. I gave a big yawn and regretted that I stayed up until 3a.m. the night before. Then I remembered that I had the opportunity to talk with Jinette and Dad so it was worth it. The mistake I made was blogging afterwards.

I browned hamburger, buttered bread, and cut some cheese. I threw it all together in a frying pan and created a grilled cheeseburger sandwich. I sprinkled salt, pepper, and garlic salt on it and poured myself a glass of milk. I lathered my sandwich with generic ketchup and gobbled it up.

After cleaning the dishes I packed everything up for history class and hit the water heater switch for a quick shower. My roommates and I cleaned out the cottage. By the time we were done the water heater had sucked up a Euro of juice from our coin operated generator. I washed off Navy Style and enjoyed the lukewarm shower.

The door knocked as I watched the clock tick waiting for class. It was a special delivery from the one and only Jinette. She wrote me a humorous heartwarming letter that put an extra spring in my step. I had a big old giddy grin plastered on my face for the next 2 hours.

We had a 3 hour class on the history of Ireland. Today we went over a small amount of information. We only took notes on 1000 years of history! I asked my professor about how to find information about ancestors during our 5 minute break. I need to know names, dates, and geographical locations. He told me to get that information and a pile of money and to throw it at a genealogist in Dublin and I’d get results. Or I could spend hours researching, pocket the money for some Bulmers, and head to the monastery/church in my ancestor’s towns to gather information. Or Dad you could call Dublin, pay a genealogist, email me the results, fly here, and drive us to the different monasteries. Maybe Dad you could even buy me a Bulmers at the pub on the way…

Class ended at half passed six. My roommate prepared some tater tot hot dish and we sat down an hour later to a fine meal of hot dish, tortellini, and bread. Joey and I did the dishes while our other cottagemates talked to their parents on Skype.