Conor and Eileen are coming out on Tuesday. Huzzah!
I went out in Boston for the first time last night, to a place nearby called the Joshua Tree (which was surprisingly lacking in U2 memorabilia). It was pretty fun. I played pool, badly. I’m still milking my birthday so I got a few free drinks, which was nice. Though there was something disturbing at the end of the night – saw a guy who’d been stabbed being loaded into an ambulance. The wound looked dreadful. I’d never seen anything like that before.
I want a skateboard. At home you have to be an unwashed teenager but here they’re a legitimate mode of transport. It’s both awe-inspiring and annoying to see them weaving past you when you’re powerwalking to 8am class.
I dropped Feature Writing – because I’m a wuss, basically. The workload just seemed too much. We have to write a dissertation for DCU this semester as well, so I don’t want to be swamped. I did write one feature before I left – a profile of a classmate, which we all had to do. One of the girls in the class was telling me that the profile of me was read out at the last class, and the reaction was – who is this bizarre person? I don’t think I interview very well. At least not very flatteringly.
Just noticed my dress has a hole in the front – I knew I’d pay one day for never acquiring sewing skills …
