I got my ticket...

and I'm going to go...

New obsession: The Civil Wars. Don't judge them by their name. And nobody better tell me/think I'm going country. Folk is different. A little...

There's a swamp in the kitchen. I don't know what happened, but there's murky water covering the floor. And a little bit ago I heard "WHERE'S THE CRAIC??" yelled desperately literally around ten times in our hallway. Then literal screaming in the stairwell. A bunch of lads came in here and I guess they are responsible for the kitchen. Oh yeah the shopping cart, AKA "trolley", is also in the kitchen. I wouldn't care too too much, but I wanted to use Aoife's keyboard with it also in the kitchen--on a stand, no worries.

We got our first counterpoint assignment that is due Thursday next, but it's short and should be kinda-sorta easy because it's basically what I did every day for the last two school years: voice leading. So I did it, and I think it's done--it doesn't break any rules--but I don't know what it sounds like and you kind of know if it's right or wrong based on what it sounds like...so I wanted to play it, but, gross. Maybe it'll dry up a bit by the mornin.

Today in Traditional Irish Music class, teacher-man talked about Irish music in America from around 1890-1935. Lots more black-face than I would have thought. I would have thought none. It's so weird. We're a fucked up country. The "Ethiopian Troupe" was actually a bunch of white guys that played "Traditional Irish Music" on non-"Traditional Irish" instruments in variety theatres...what the hell.

When these trees have leaves on them and when that ivy covering south campus turns green, then I'll call it spring. Unless ivy is a summer thing...I'll just settle for leaves.