Tuesday, the 13th
If you came to this post
searching for our glorious redemption, I will put it out there, redemption was
not had…WJ, Fenogs, and all of our fore-fathers, I deeply apologize. Anyways, read on. As we walked into class today, the photo of
the entire group is nicely put on the screen, 3 seconds later, damnit Damien,
why are you zooming in on the Devere Scholars?
O, cuz we were the only 3 making goofy faces…suck one Damien, we were
just having a good time, and you’re killing our buzz.
It
wasn’t all that bad, as our lecture stumbled over his words for the next 2
hours trying to explain what every single tower, monument, and sculpture in
Ireland was about…what I got out of it was there are a lot of stone works
“erected” in Ireland in honor of Irish people (Haha, erected). Let’s be real here, if Zeke sleeps through
your lecture, you need to take a step back and figure your life out…the
barometer of success weighs heavily on the judgment of Zeke Radik…and you sir
have failed.
In
true Devere Scholar fashion, we farted around and honestly accomplished
absolutely nothing between the hours of 2-4.
We did discover a new lunch spot down the road…sorry Panini Machini,
sorry Fiona (server lady at Panini place who looks like Fiona from Shrek), but
we have moved on…it was great while it lasted…but “sheeken and sheeeze
paneenees” were getting old. But I
digress.
We
took power, power naps from 4:00-8:30, only to wake up and make some stir fry
and finish dinner by 10. Ireland, you
are kicking our ass, were tired as hell.
Anyways, to top off Hotel for Dogs,
we watched Lady in the Water, in
which Paul Giamatti and some red head lady kinda sit around and don’t do
anything…movie critics, if you liked it, you fall in the same category as the
stuttering lecturer…you suck.
Hey,
lets get to be early tonight and get a good night sleep so we can actually have
enough energy to go out tomorrow. O
wait, it wouldn’t be a night in Ireland if “the girls” didn’t come back banging
down the walls in the middle of the night, with a heavy dose of social
lubrication…in other words, more drunk than Gabe when he has conversations with
the couch. Anyway, first round, drunk
people come back from the Washington Inn…which we have deemed lamest bar in
Cork. I’m pretty sure I lived in a
bigger dorm room and there are more old men than the cardiac unit at the local
hospital. Anyway, to each his own, enjoy
the same old bar you go to everynight, trying new things sucks anyways
(sarcasm).
Round
2, lets bring drunk Irish douchers back and have them be super loud…that was me
kidding, but apparently the girlies thought this was a great idea. He who laughs last laughs last…they got
kicked out…suck it
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