Day 7- Monday
I started classes, the rooms were pretty big. I think I went out to the stables that night to meet up with a little friend of mine. I found out that drunk irish guys are still able to pick up on my american accent, and they insist on asking what part im from, and i tell them, and they just smile and sway back and forth a bit.
Day 8- Tuesday
Tuesday morning i experienced the worst lapse of fatigue in my entire life. It sucked. Tuesday night my flatmates and their friends and I went to a night club called the Trinity rooms. I fell asleep on the wall. It was also harriet's last day here.
Day 9- Wednesday
Uhhhh...wednesday...I had three classes, and then me and dan went to the clubs and socs where a representative from all the things dan wanted to join were talking to me about this club instead of to dan, which annoyed me slightly because i didn't want to join these clubs, but it made me laugh because dan just had to watch.
Day 10- Thursday
I had a very thirsty thursday. Koppabergs and Rugby practice. I hurt my finger....reallly bad!
