Meh. I think the honeymoon periodmof the study abroad experience where everything is hunky dorey, as the intelligent study abroad advisers call it, is over. Not that i don't like it here and not that i wish i were elsewhere, really, i just feel kinda blah. I don't feel like writing, i don't feel like going out to more pubs..i don't think i'm cut out for this fun loviing, easy going irish way of life. I'd rather be at a coffee shop discussing the latest indie movie getting all jittery from caffeine than watching everyone get drunk night after night. But, anyways, i'm sure this intellectual seriousness will uh pass.

Last night was a pretty interesting night...for one thing, i got proposed to. This mmm 30 something? irish lad comes up to me and asks if i know the name of this other guy in the pub because he's an irish soap star...i'm like uh..i don't know. Then he's like OH you're AMERICAN--is that harrison ford then? Is it Arnold Schwartzenagger?...i'm giving him a weird look which makes him go away for 5 minutes, but then when my friend Dierdra who i'm at the pub with goes to get us a pint he comes back and asks what my dates are for next friday. I say dates? Plans, he says. I say oh i don't know what i'm doing yet...so he says, clearly the obvious next step in conversation:

Will you marry me then? I laugh and say i don't think so, no..without blinking he says, "what about saturday?"

Man that's some pick up line.

After this, this younger, more handsome although turns out even stranger, lad asks dierdra if she can hold his beer for a second so he can, "stretch out his hammies" She's like okay? turns out hammies=hamstrings...and in the middle of the bar this guy ryan just bent down and streeeetch. He then tells us that he has made a fitness video and would we like to see it? I say i don't have a video player and he then whispers something(i think just to make us lean over closer to him)
'You know Mr Master Fitness of the 80's, 90's?"
"Sure(clearly, he was not of sane enough mind to argue with)
"i'm going to be the future!"

right-o...he made dierdra hold his beer again so he could stretch his hammies...then we hammied on outta that part of the pub.
ANd then i ran into the guy who gave me that nice tour of Galway the past week...who...looked really happy to see me and i kinda forgot what he looked like. He claims to have emailed me(umhmm) and proceeded to give me a line that i thought people only said in the movies

'did you sleep well?
'when'
'the night i saw you.'
'Sure, i slept fine'
'i didn't
'why?
'Because i was dreaming of you all night'

seriously--i give credit to whoever first invented the line--lord byron, whoever--congratulations--but as for now--pleaasse put it in a plastic tube, label it cheez-it and call it a day, kids.

I gave him my number this time because he really seemed pretty interesting...but i don't know--the skeptical light is bleeping red.

i'm off to el gymnasio for now
~alissa

p.s please post here if you get a chance-i want to know what you brilliant lads and lassies be up to!