~ but there's a chance that you are wrong, and i am right this time ~

My parentals are crazy.

Me: Well I was thinking I might go too, if that's cool.
Mum: Well, we're cool, but are you?
Me: ...What?
Mum: Well we're cool, but you have to be cool if you want to be in the cool gang.
Me: There is so much wrong with that.
Mum: Well, if you're not cool, you can't be in the cool gang. What's wrong with that?
Me: Nobody says gang anymore.
Mum: Well the cool gang does. Don't we Robin?
Dad: Well no, after that we became the cool posse.
Mum: What?!
Dad: Well that was before we became the Carrick Massif.
Mum: You never told me that!
Dad: Well I'm telling you now!!

~ even though you are royalty and i am not ~

I only had one hour of class today, but I spent the majority of my day in Belfast anyway. I also bumped into a number of different people, which made the day that bit better.

I met Stephen after my Irish Lit. lecture and asked him if he'd submitted his radio play yet - he said no. Hopefully he won't be in too much bother though, since he's been pretty consistent with his submissions up until now. Irish Lit. was basically about Seamus' Heaney's fixation with bog bodies. Glamarama. Turns out he wrote a LOT of poems about bog people.

I ended up going shopping in town. This is largely due to the fact that after taking care to bring all my notes, textbooks and guidelines into uni with the intention of starting my Language assignment, I forgot to bring the advertisement I was planning to write about. I'm pretty sure that constitutes an epic fail

~ and I just know that we could work it out ~

MAYDAY. That means Monday off. That means I didn't have to go to my Language and Power classes today. THAT means I didn't get bored to death by my tutor.

Instead, with nothing better to do, I sauntered on into Bangor with my parents. I got a really cute dress in Tempest (which is, by the way, the only shop in Bangor that is not piss), but I was also forced to stand outside B&M Bargains AND Pound World holding shopping bags. It was a bit of give and take today, I suppose.

I have a lot of work to do this week, though, now that my day off is over. Tomorrow I'm heading into class at 8.30am. I don't have class until 12, but I'll get a pile of work done if I go in early. I'm planning to get my Language and Power assignment finished this week, then get one of my Irish Literature essays done next week. That means that during revision week, I only have two essays to write: my second Irish Literature assignment and my Creative Writing final submission. I'm not sure which one I'll do last... To be honest, the Irish Lit. questions are scaring me.

Maybe inspiration will strike when I least expect it.

~sighing in exasperation, "no." you say again, "this simply is not love"~

So, I've played the start of FFXIII. My first impressions can be found at my livejournal (OMG EL JAY) here. Probably going to do another entry at the halfway point, and again at the end. You can barely contain your excitement!

~stealing to your window again, now i say, "we could fall in love"~

As I sat in the quad between my two pointless classes today, I was ambushed first by pretentious prat from my tutorial and then by his posse. One of them's a Christian and she tried to rope me into something to do with CU. Plans to take over the English Society and make it about, you know, English instead of getting pissed are underway. They're actually nice. They asked did I want to join them for lunch after class, but I had some stuff to do at home, sadly. :(

~come on come on, lets take a chance now, we could fall in love~

Mmm, essay questions.

2. Does the content and form of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code adequately account for its popularity?
No.

Full marks please. This is clearly the correct answer.

~resting faces, calm and quiet~

Yesterday we walked to the Marine carpark and saw an ice cream van. It made me think that the fair must be coming soon, one of my favourite things to see in May but my least favourite thing to go anywhere near. That led us to remember the fireworks at Loughshore that we went to see last year and ran into Fuzz and Crooksie. We all went on the Waltzer, and I thought I was going to die and Dave lost his phone. But then Dave found his phone, and we didn't die. So it turned out to be not such a bad night.