Teachtaireacht gan ainm.

I'm moving in on Thursday.

I'm considering packing, but the gun laws in this country are conservative to say the least so I'll probably leave it.

Completed my first programming assignment, tedium is not the word.

When I'm not in lectures, tutorials or computer rooms, I'm in the cinema, rollerblading, or when reminded that rollerblades are not permitted in theatres, I'm in the cinema watching a movie. I recommend Mr. Brooks, Ratatouille, Micheal Clayton. Other activities include formulating gags for this blog (I'll let you know how that's going) and listening to the local radio stations. The radio stations play all sorts: New romanticism, electro-pop, heavy metal and of course music.

The french version of Harry Potter 7 was released in a similar style to the real version, with midnight openings, big queues etc. I'm still on chapter 1 eagerly anticipating page 99 (the harlot!)

Well as the unprotected crotch of hope collides with the handle bars of destiny, looks like I'm out of time.

Go n-éirí an bóthar libh, (so you'll be walking up hills for the rest of your lives).

White water - Rapid!

The water in my room has white bits in it.

Lots and lots of white bits.


I'm told it's just calcium. It scares me, although it is good for "them bones", apparently.


In other news I bought roller blades today. The town is basically pedestrianised and smooth, so why not "go out on a limb"?- that's where the phrase comes from.

I just have to find a way to sort out my dodgy ankle, the bane of my ice-skating past. (Little known fact: I could have speed-skated at the Olympics, but for the lack of training, motivation or any particular skill)