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This is more or less for mine and Jo's amusement. Out of curiosity, I decided to go back a year in this journal and see what was up on September 9th, and this, amazingly enough, is what I came up with:

Jo, you need to see this.

Another historical moment. Heh.

(You know, I didn't quite remember when the whole 'let's go to Ireland' thing started, and this answers me question. You're a genius.)

I think I'll drop one of my classes. If I want to get all A's and graduate with a 3.75, taking six classes a semester is simply not plausible for me. I think 'Modern Japan' will have to go for now. It's just too insane otherwise and my limited mind can't cope. Yeah, I'm a loser.

But contrary to my own expectations, U.S Political History from 1800-1920 is actually fascinating. I think it may just be her geeky influence, and I am grateful. And I'm really excited about my French New Wave Film class. The professor is wonderful and interesting (it helps that he's a close friend of quite a few directors we'll be studying) and, hey, it's a French film class. It's my 'I'm going to have SOME fun this year, dammit' class. In actuality, I like most of my classes except for Modern Japan, but it may just be that it's really fucking early, three times a week. I'm interested in Japan - very much - but my head is exploding from everything I have to take. There has to be some sort of middle-ground, man...

Anyway. Enough of the boring stuff. Off to get a loan and owe my immortal soul to yet another bank. Yippie.

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Good luck with the banks! Oh, and do you get to see any films by Fran??ois Ozon ()? Not the recent ones, like 8 Femmes, but some earlier shorts like Regarde la mer (really, really creepy), or Une robe d'??t?? (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118036/<i), a marvellous romp that I think you'd really enjoy. (Although you will be singing Sonny Bono in French (http://site.ifrance.com/leparolier/textes/bangbang.htm) for a while afterwards...) Do keep us abreast of that fascinating sounding class! (And don't think you're a wimp with "only" five classes - I preferred only four, and actually, three at a time was enough for me!)

Oh, I'm not sure, but we might! I'll definitely keep you posted. You're the woman of the world, aren't you? French Film, Russia, piercings...

Yeah, five classes, though it may not sound that much, really is. I don't know. We'll see. I just...six is too much for me right now. Ugh.

Completely unrelated to your lovely anniversary: did you check SBRL today? By an amazing piece of timing, Pru posted the third of the Magic Words series, this time a Sirius pov. It's long, angsty, scary and quite mindblowing in its wonderfulness.
http://glitterati.dejabu.org/hp/andstill.html
Cos I wouldn't want you to miss it.

Hey, cool! That IS an amazing piece of timing. Thank you for the heads up! Ohh, Sirius POV. I don't know if I even dare. Well, obviously, I will, but still. I'm scared. I'll print it out tonight, though. I can't wait. Thanks again!

But contrary to my own expectations, U.S Political History from 1800-1920 is actually fascinating.

That does sound fascinating! There was sooo much happening during that time, I wish we had gone deeper in to it during my high school classes. Especially the 1880s and 90s...that sort of gets skimmed over, it seems.

Ugh. Loans SUX.

You know, it's weird, because I've never been big on US history, but for some reason, this is really interesting to me. Surprisingly so.

And yes, they do. SO MUCH. But it's the only way, sadly.

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It was a cute memory! Made me smile.

I'll have to read Gore Vidal - I've heard many good things. I'm really glad this class is turning out to be this interesting - definitely makes that must-take class less of a chore.

I am SO excited about the French Film class, particularly because the professor is so cool. I'll have to squeal more about him. He rocks.

They can have anything but your soul

That, and 'At Swim'. You're right. "But they can never take...OUR FREEDOM!"

< /braveheart moment >

Love you too!

Six courses...don't do that to yourself! I tried that once back in my days as a pre-med student. Between school and my P/T job I was much like Hermione in PoA only without the timeturner to ease scheduling conflicts. By the end of the semester I just wanted to die every second of everyday....so, um, don't do that to yourself. It's not worth it.

What they don't tell you is that six courses sometimes drives people to do really crazy things like quitting their pre-med programs so that they can spend their days drawing pictures until some far off date when they graduate and must declare personal bankruptcy because they can't pay back their massive student debt with a useless fine art degree and then they spend the rest of their life on the dole.... I sure am glad I don't know anybody that stupid. *g*

Six courses...don't do that to yourself!

Done! I just dropped Japan. I feel OH so much better, you have no idea. Six classes DOES sound like hell, and I'll have a part-time job, as well, so...this is good.

I sure am glad I don't know anybody that stupid. *g*

Indeed! All I can say is that non-existent person is very brave, and I wish her much luck. ;) I mean it, though. And eventually, we'll all be ok. We will!

it was my anniversary and I didn't even know it. ohhh... but such a sweet memory. I didn't remember how the whole 'we are going to ireland' thing started either. it just seemed the most natural course of action. really, how could we have not gone? mind boggles even imagining it. God, I am so glad we went. so very glad. I miss you. I will see you soon. I have to.

Love you.

Good to hear that the classes aren't that terrible, and that you cut back. I was a bit worried. my semester of 6 calsses was (absolutehellonearth) trying. You don't need that kind of stress.

and since Roche mentioned Pru's fic here... I just went to her journal (there is a link from Minx's post, don't recall her name) and the links at the top included one to the Howl Kingdom... made me smile. a lot.

Love and Petrol,
Jo

it was my anniversary and I didn't even know it.

But now you do!

And, as you know - or should know - I am beyond grateful that our plans went through. Otherwise, where would we be now?! Without having seen the Forty Foot, or lain (wrong, I know) on MacEmm's perch, looking over the Muglins, or written naughty things in public places, or sat on the grass at Stephen's Green, or got drunk at O'Neill's, writing indecipherable postcards to people with 'thank you' in the margins? And no pretty icons! And no memories like these. I miss and love you too. And yes, you do. ;)

Ok, the 6 classes thing has been scrapped - hurrah! I feel so much better, you wouldn't believe. What a difference one class can make.

I just went there, too, and that made me smile as well. Yay, people are still visiting! That makes me all sorts of happy.

*MWAH*
love and more love

Remember lurking about in front of the church, right where Doyler would have waited for Jim? Walking out on the pier, where Jim met his sailor? The :blush: pictures in front of the Bailey :blush: The table cloth. Sitting on the front steps of the house Wilde grew up in. Smirnoff Ice on tap at O’Neill’s, ‘it comes in Pints!’. The discovery of Gaelic, gay-lick and howthehelldid*we*missthatpun?! You climbing, or trying to, on to Wilde’s crag. Running all over Dublin, on a Sunday morning, looking for a black marker. And of course, the hall of surgeons, his flowers were so bright and so *special*. Oh, I loved that trip. I want to go back. I really, really, want to go back. when is your spring break? Got any plans? C’mon, you know you want to…

Love and Mint Tea,
Jo

Oh, Jo! Of course I do!.. I remember also climbing onto - with more success! - James Connolly's statue, and I remember taking a nap at MacEmm's perch, and hearing a little girl ask her parents why we were sleeping, I remember sitting on the steps of Oscar Wilde's house for half an hour, just because, I remember the Bailey, I remember the pint (!!!), I remember drunkekly realizing that I'm short, I remember the broken floorboard at the hostel, I remember the Muglins in the distance.

I'm going back, dammit. I was actually thinking of January. Wanna come with me?.. We could...swing into Galway?.. I could show you my favorite pub...