Fun!

I wasn't expecting much from today, but it turned out to be really good. Modernism was interesting. The last chapter of Ulysses is all about the only woman in the book. And she's terrible. So that was fun.

Irish wasn't scary in the least. We started with singing, then did some dancing, and ended with singing again. Usually singing and dancing are really not my thing, but this was a lot of fun. Since the songs were in Irish none of us really knew what we were saying or how we were saying it anyway, I really didn't care if I sang a wrong note and my teacher could care less too. So when it's like that, singing is fun. Our new song is about a jealous woman and wants to be "bean Paidin." Patrick's wife. She wants to break real Patrick's wife's legs and bones. And she also stalks her and wears out her shoes following her around. It's grand. And this is a cute little cartoon of it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STBpc3rxrT4
(This is a test Madre. Do you remember how to copy and paste?)
The dance was a line dance basically. You have a partner and you know, a few steps forward a few steps back, waltz it out for a few measures, then have way through the song you start doing some fancy heel-toe things, more waltzing and you're done. It was fun. There were only two guys in the class--the combination of two classes. It was silly. These songs have been stuck in my head the rest of the day.

I finally got the package from Mom! I don't know why it took that long. OH! This is what I wanted to say. The woman who is in the post room for the apartments during the day is a bitch. Alright, maybe she's not a bitch, but she is definitely very rude. I don't want to just strut into the post room and be like "hey, Lyndsay Wulf, Dodder 4A, check my shit." Normally I just walk up and say "I'm just checking my mail." And then one of the guys will ask my name and it's all very nice and civil. I said that and she goes: "well can I get an address or a name at least?" and kind of bobs her head. I glared at her. I couldn't help it. I stopped when I realized I was doing it, but after that she said "664 of you kids here...grumble." Yeah your job is so hard. You sit in a 20 sq. foot room and write stuff in books or walk three steps to check the mail cubby things. I'm not asking you to memorize me. I thought you people were supposed to like conversation anyway. The other guy who was in there was nice though.

I skipped Poetry.

Fried rice for dinner. It was pretty good. I drank that hot cocoa you sent me mom. It's really good. I used milk instead of water of course, and just for the hell of it threw in some cream too. Gracias.