If the wind cuts my flesh, does that mean wind is sarcastic?

My thoughts have been a little all over the place, so this blog is gonna be a little all over the place. Maybe the whipping wind is symbolic of us being at life's whim, blown about (you can decide if you think I am being serious or ridiculous with that last sentence. Choose whatever makes you like me more, but regardless, please notice the alliteration and internal slant rhymes used).

But seriously, the wind has been crazy lately. If you look out my window it looks like a helicopter is landing on the roof. Also, it hailed on Corrine, her brother, and me today. What the hail?

This weekend has been pretty chill. I have washed dishes, washed clothes (which cost 12 euro and involved running back and forth in the rain/hail/insane-o wind), skyped, cleaned my room, and done homework. Don't get too crazy, I know. I am just trying to get stuff in order before traveling, visitors, and exams.

Never fear, I have been having fun. My Belfast friends held a James Bond Casino Royal night on Wednesday, where we watched that movie to prepare for Thursday night when we dressed up and went to see the new James Bond movie. We got fancy and went to a really swanky hotel for pre-movie cocktails to pretend to be suave like Mr. Bond. Below is a picture of Hannah, Karen and me in the blig-blig hotel. I wont say anything about the movie for those of you who plan to see it, expect *spoiler alert* Daniel Craig is very handsome.

On Friday night Belfast friends had people over for a dessert part. My dessert caught on fire (something probably to do with me having to improvise ingredients and figure out Celsius), so I did not contribute. But I did get to have a favorite dessert of the Irish called banoffee (bananas and toffee pudding). It is delish. I like Belfast friends (and not only for their banoffee).

They are already putting up Christmas decorations all around town (there is a manikin petting a reindeer in a storefront window). I guess it is not too early because they don't have Thanksgiving and I can't complain because I don't feel guilty listening to Sufjan's Christmas albums already. Here is Sufjan singing Holy, Holy, Holy like an angel. You can ignore the video (it's kinda weird and takes away from the song) and just listen.

Mom asked me what people thought of the election over here. They are happy with President Elect Obama. I have not met a single Irish person who likes George Bush and in their minds John McCain and Goerge Bush are pretty much the same person. Sometimes strangers want to talk to me (or at me) about politics when they hear my accent.

In poetry class on Friday I found out some good news about myself. I am not a sarcastic person (a word which comes from the Greek for tearing of the flesh), but rather an ironic person (which means that I appreciate incongruity between what is said and what is reality). Ahhh, the self-discovery of the abroad experience.