My elbow itches.

[jafsica]

Yesterday in my class we watched the film "The Quiet Man." It's from the early fifties, and it was interesting to see the portrayal of women.  In that time (in the US as well as Ireland), it was perfectly acceptable to beat and drag your wife and be forceful with her. 
The overacting was a bit entertaining as well. 
I can't say I'd find that type of force and control attractive in a man.  Or romantic. Or anything. 
Feh. 
Fuck romance.

I am having fun here, but I do look forward to being home next week.
I miss Minneapolis, and I miss Alex!
And my mom.
And other people, too.

Tomorrow, we go to Blarney and the Jameson Distillery. I hope that's neat. :)
I'll probably kiss that nasty ass stone. Why not?

My dreams have been strange lately.
Often somewhat frightening.
Bleh.

I think I'll go out tomorrow night. I haven't really been out since I've been here. Only a little.

I could go for a snack and a nap.