Okay here we go.

Thursday - class presentation. Someone actually said "they kill sharks whilst they're still alive"...and my group made people laugh so hard they cried. Thankfully it wasn't graded. Also, I busted up my foot - this will be important later.

Friday - slept in. Got a lot of laundry done. Didn't really go anywhere because of the foot. Did some cleaning. Caught up on my American Idol - I'm in love with Adam Lambert. Kiesha's mom came to visit for the day.

Saturday - made it to the store, but regretted it when I had to go back up four flights of stairs with a bad foot.

Sunday - made Sweet Tea! Everyone looked at me liked I'd last my mind. But it was wonderful and it made me happy. Didn't get to sleep until oh 8:30 in the morning because there were loud drunk people stumbling around my flat.

Monday - class. The teacher that hates me had laryngitis - karma. Also, I think she might be a lesbian. She spent most of the class going off on tangents about how monogamous heterosexual relationships are not normal anywhere in the animal kingdom...kinda creeped me out. Printed out my flight stuff and got ready to leave. I didn't sleep again. But because I was anxious.

Tuesday - left the flat at 5, got lost getting to the bus because the website lied. Finally caught the bus at 6. Got the airport, checked in, got on a plane. Got off the plane in Dublin and went through customs - I got a cool green stamp in my passport.
I caught the bus to the city center, I sat next to a nice old man from Northern Ireland. He helped me figure out where to go for the parade and everything. Got the parade street (O'Connell Street) and went to find somewhere to stand. I was right next to the grandstands and behind some people with a little tiny baby. I don't understand taking children to things they won't remember...oh well. This was at 10.
The parade started at 12. By the time it started the amount of people had quadrupled and we were squished so close that guy guy behind me put his hand in my back pocket instead of his front one because he couldn't tell the difference. Also, and this really made me mad, there was some people in wheelchairs and no one would let them get up front so that they could see. Rude irish people.
Either way, after standing for a good 5 hours - my foot felt like it was going to fall off - the parade was finally over and I hobbled my way over to the souvenir shops and bought some stuff. Then I went to go sit against a wall and some old irish man yelled at me and told me to stop wasting my life. I think he thought I was homeless. Then I tried to go into Mickey D's to go to the bathroom but there were cops guarding the bathrooms and you couldn't get in without a receipt.
So I went and caught the bus back to the airport and stayed there for a couple hours - I didn't have enough pain tolerance to keep walking around. Finally got on the flight back to Edinburgh. Thankfully it was pretty much empty.
Got back in Scotland and didn't have to go through customs. I even asked and they told me it wasn't necessary but thanked me for being a good citizen. I caught the bus back home - right to my building in fact.
I met a guy on the bus that lived right next to me and was in Dublin for the same reason I was. I didn't get his name though. Oh well. So I got back to my flat and pretty much passed out.

Wednesday - I went to my first class and then went to Starbucks to get one of those Strawberry Creme drinks. They make them differently here. They make a vanilla one and then add frozen strawberries and strawberry syrup to it and just stir it in a little. It was wonderful though. Then I went to catch the bus to my next class but they waited until I got 10 minutes in to inform everyone that it wasn't going to go to Craiglockhart today. So I got the bus back to Merchiston and by then even if I caught another bus to Craiglockhart I'd get there 20 minutes late. And I don't like being late to class so I just went home and took a nap. :)

Crazy week right? I also got all kinds of cards and a package this week. I LOVE MAIL! haha