It's about 3:45 in the morning and our housemates have just returned from some club with a ton of friends. They are singing along to "I'm Too Sexy," which is blasting through the speakers downstairs. I obviously can't sleep, so all I can do is laugh. It's kind of surreal. The girls invited me out with everyone tonight, but I didn't know the pre- and post-parties were going to be here, so I declined, feeling kind of sick anyway (I've felt all day like I have a hangover, though I had no reason to). I almost wish I'd just gone out anyway. I kind of love our housemates. They're insane.

So a little catching up to do... Sunday night, I pretended to care and went out to a pub to watch the Superbowl. I also just wanted to see what locals thought of our darling sport. Well, there weren't many bars playing it, but I think that mostly had to do with the fact that it was on so late and not many bars are "late bars" here. Anyway, we found a place... and it was pAcked. There was one side of the bar with a huge screen where everyone was congregated, so Emmy, Rachel, and I squeezed in somewhere and started watching. As usual, it was a big boring blur to me, without even the entertainment of the multi-million-dollar commercials to break it up. Fortunately, entertainment abounded in those around us. There was the obnoxious red-headed kid who insisted Kobe Bryant wasn't doing so hot this year in football... we told him it might have something to do with the fact that football is not KB's sport, to which he replied that we wouldn't know because we were girls. Then there were all of Carrot-Top's friends (red-head looked just like that actor "Carrot-Top," so naturally, he earned a new name), who spilled loads of beer... but everyone was doing that, really. Everyone also seemed to be changing loyalties left and right--festive! And there was a girl who fell off a stool and didn't get up... probably had a concussion (she actually went away in an ambulance, before the first quarter was even over). And there was some really enthusiastic fan standing next to Emmy... though we're still not sure for whom he was rooting or why--he just spontaneously and volubly sputtered out a yelp of approval now and then. We left at half-time, as it was about 1:30 and we had morning classes (losers!).

Monday was the start of "Muscailt" week here, an arts festival sponsored by tons of campus groups and the university. There's a student musical (which I won't be seeing, in keeping with my tradition of hating musicals), tons of art shows (went to three on Monday), musical performances, films, and lots of wine. Monday night, I went to a sort of Irish music and folk dancing event at the College Bar. Some guy talked my ear off for a long time, and was actually somewhat interesting, but he was so so drunk and didn't realize that he was spitting up the entire side of my face in an effort to make me here him over the noise. I excused myself to join in the dancing, at which point he started profusely apologizing for being such a jerk. I told him I'd really enjoyed talking with him, that he was interesting and well informed--true--and then was on my way. Oh well. Tuesday I was exhausted and fell asleep around 7 p.m. (woohoo!), and tonight I was sick, so I've missed a bunch of events I was psyched for, but I hope to make up for that tomorrow.

And then this weeeeeekend, I'm going to see Yael in Dublin!! Ahhhh, I can't wait!! Our housemates and co. are still going, though it's quieted down a bit since a bunch of kids left... and security's paying us a visit probably had something to do with it too. Well, reading to do...