Desmond and the Yippee Much.

The last week of classes ended this week, and I have to say, time really flies! I've been back for nearly 3 months now, and the memory of Ireland switches constantly from oh-so-long-ago, to just-yesterday; it's schizophrenic memory. I miss it, but strangely not in all the parts that I thought I would.

In any case, this will not be an entry about Ireland, 'cause Lord knows I have blogged a whole lot, and will continue to blog a whole lot, about Ireland. Just not today. Instead, I'll focus on the fact that classes have ended, along with the last two weeks of datelines. Yippee, much?

Sure, there's still the problem of exams and revision, but I think it's good to take your victories as they come. That isn't schizophrenic celebration. That's just positive and practical thinking. So yes, yippee much.

And while we're talking about celebrations, congratulations to the Happy Royal Couple! I watched bits of the wedding, and--not to steal their thunder--I was rather impressed that I didn't crumble into a ball of nostalgia at the sight of the UK. YES. Yippee, that much for me.

Desmond and the Rain-running.

Today I ran in the rain and got really wet. There was water dripping off my hair, my pants were soaked, and even though I was carrying two bags of groceries, all I could do was grin and smile to myself because it's been a while since I've felt this happy. I need to find the courage to play in the rain some day soon. And I need someone who's willing to be courageous with me. Send in your CVs, world. We'll go rain-running someday!

Desmond and the Unresourceful iPod Library.

I've tried for the past few days to write an entry about playlists comprised of angry songs, but I couldn't. Only now do I realise the poetic sentiment in that--composing this entry has been as difficult as making my angry playlist!

My inability to find enough songs to last an angry half hour does not mean I'm not an angry person though. It just means, between my ipod library and my taste in music, there isn't enough songs to fuel my anger. The volatility of my emotions is still up for debate, but I will say no more about it right now.

I did come across a song that I realise always puts a smile on my face though. It's cheesey, and it's Westlifey, so look away if you have any prejudice against them. I wouldn't want you to spend an (unsuccessful) hour trying to find a playlist that proves the ills of owning a Westlife discography.