Just kidding. I did do more than just homework. Monday's choir practice was chaotic in a sort of awesome way. We practiced with John Spillane, a thoroughly Irish revolutionary musical artist. He's going to solo for a lot of our concert pieces next week. I'm excited, but he's kind of hard to sing with. Distracting, you could say.
In my endeavor to actually make progress my Religions of East Asia essay, which is massive in case you were wondering, I went to the library. And I actually found the books this time. Last time I was in the library, it was just in the foyer area where all the study tables and such are. It's kind of weird because when you look in from the outside, you cannot see any books. Crazy, I know. Anyhow, I found the books hiding on the second floor. It was sort of nostalgic. I really wanted to be back in the public library at home browsing the shelves for some new fiction. Instead I was browsing for scholarly books on Christianity in Japan and Korea. Yes, it is an interesting topic, but I can think of more interesting ways to spend my day in the library. So I'm plugging away on this essay and I realize I have to go to Democracy. ... And I don't want to... But for some reason I talk myself into it, and sort of sleep through the first half of the class (remember, I don't understand what we're talking about). Then, in the second half of the class, like every other sentence has fantastic ideas for my Religions essay. Boy, was I glad I actually went to class. If I hadn't, I'm not sure I would have been able to answer the essay prompt. Funny how it works out like that. The one thing I really, absolutely did not want to do, made such a huge difference in something completely unrelated. We, of course, went out on Tuesday. We had a guest so there was no way we could stay in. It wasn't a terribly late night, for which I am grateful since in the morning we were presenting in class on our Management project, which I still despise.
The presentation went fairly well. All the groups presented the same topic, and we were last. And of course I was the last speaker in our group so I felt incredibly repetitive. I talked really fast too, which was not the best idea, but we were out of time when I started talking. At least, it felt like we were out of time. And after being so productive on Tuesday, I did not do anything, except make a plan for Thursday. Yep, I procrastinated on my homework by planning to do it the next day.
The plan didn't last very long though. Right after class I headed to the city centre to get things for the weekend. Big holiday, you know. That took a giant chunk out of my day, but I felt like it was totally worth it. Thursday night we had two guests, so, of course, we went out. However, a lot of the places we tried to get into were 21 and over for some reason. Ridiculous. Our last stop, a late night bar, was charging €5 to get in. But, I think since we all looked so downcast, they let us in for free.
It was a bit later when we got home, which wouldn't have been a problem except the next day was our last dance class before the exam. I was determined to go because I thought we were learning another step. Thank goodness we didn't though. There was so much to do in the next week that learning a new step would have been disastrous. Highlight for the day which helped me to procrastinate more on my homework, I had a good chat with my sister on Facebook. Rarely, if ever, are we on at the same time and can have a quick message-and-response conversation. It was good. Would have been better if we had Skyped, but since she was only on because the kids she nannies were napping, I say fair play for the time we did have.
Ok, this is incredibly funny to me. After procrastinating so long on my homework, and having in my head the goal of finishing everything before St. Paddy's Day, I sat down on Saturday to earnestly work on my Religions essay. It has not satisfactorily progressed since Tuesday when I was in the library. But since it was Saturday, I wasn't particularly enthused about homework. To make myself feel productive, I spread all the books out in a semicircle, with the notebook and pen ready, and sang my heart out to the radio. Needless to say, homework was not finished that night.
Saturday night was a quiet night in. We needed to mentally prepare ourselves for the insanity that was St. Patrick's Day. I will openly admit we began drinking between 9 and 10 am, and I was very drunk by about noon. I know there was a parade and a house party. I bought a cookie and a pizza. Other than that, the day is a bit fuzzy. I made it an early night because I sobered up while still awake. Terrible feeling. And now that I have had an absolutely ridiculous day/night out, I know that this extreme will never be reached on purpose ever again. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the moral of the story. Go to Ireland for St. Paddy's Day, get really drunk, then don't ever do it again. It will kill you...Seriously, I was a mess the next day. And of course, no homework was done. That will have to change soon because the due date is coming up really fast.
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