Sleeeeepy

It's Thursday. My week has been relatively normal. I've gone to class, I've gone choir. We took a walking trip to the Irish Theatre Archives, which was actually really cool. I looked thru the 1742 printed book with Handel's Messiah. It was in really good condition and I hummed along with the songs in the book. I never really realized how short those songs are. They are the same words over and over and when you see them printed out once, not repeating, it's really short.

We have a paper due on Friday to our Irish Music Prof about 2 cds he had us listen to. It turned out to be really good background music when I was doing other work. And today I found a computer lab on campus and printed the paper off, so I'm good to go for tomorrow.

This morning I woke up at 5am. Some of you may very well still have been awake when I woke up. I had to go to the Garda - which is immigration - so that I could be legal! You have to get there early cuz the line gets so long way before they open at 8am and once you get there they give you a ticket and tell you to return later. the higher your ticket number, the later you have to return. then they also only give out a certain number of tickets so even if you've been waiting in line, you may not get a ticket, if they run out, and you have to try again another day. Most people i talked to told me the line at the Garda was completely around the block. And one person said how they had to return to the Garda at 10pm that night! (that's because they arrived around 10:30 that morning - slackers!) Thank goodness, when LeeAnn and I got there before 6:30am the line was just around the first corner, putting me at number 141 (there we not 140 people in front of me - maybe 50, but other ppl got to go first depending on other things - they were not students). So we got our ticket around 8am, went to Bewley's for a large Irish breakfast, went to campus to print our papers, then headed back to the Garda around 11 when they told us to return. My number finally popped up around 11:30. And that's that. Now i'm legal here. I can come and go as I please and they wont question me. If I leave the country, I'm allowed to return - up until next September, that is.

Anyways, it's almost 1:30pm - when the rest of you are up getting ready for or already at work (it's 8:30am est). And i'm going to sleep. It's time for a nap. Boy am I sleeeeeepy!