I thought I left Missouri?

So, when flying to Ireland I expected it to rain. I expected it to be cloudy. I expected it to be cold. I did not, however, expect it to snow. Not that the snow is sticking really to anything but the turf on the fields, but seriously? I didn't think it snowed here. In fact, I'm fairly sure this isn't normal. See, I thought I was leaving the crazy, bi-polar weather of the midwest behind me. Like, an ocean and half a continent behind me. Apparently I was wrong. But you wouldn't tell by looking at the Irish that it's snowing outside. Or that it's cold enough to snow. The girls are still walking around in their sweater dresses, leggings and boots without coats. Why I ask? Why? It makes me cold, and I'm all bundled up!

Irish people running through the snow, probably more confused about it than I am.

The view from my window without perplexed Irishmen.

On a different note, it's the beginning of the second week of class, which means I'm finally starting to get into the groove of things. I've gone to class the past two days without a campus map tucked in my pocket and I haven't gotten lost yet! I'm beginning to understand how all of the building work - and let me tell you none of them confuse me as much as the science buildings at Creighton (am I in Criss I or II, or Rigge, or Hixon Lied?? And what floor?) Even the main building with five different sections doesn't pose as big of a conundrum for me. I've been at CU a year and a half and haven't figured out the science buildings, but I've been here two weeks and it all make sense. Something isn't right.

We're starting to figure out how to make balanced meals too. Last night we made grilled chicken breasts, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Lauren still had pasta, but at least we tried. And for lunch I had a salad today. I know right? In the last 24 hours I haven't had Italian food once. That doesn't mean I've cut all of the carbs out of my diet, seeing as I had a Nutrigrain bar for breakfast and a scone and a cup of coffee between classes, but that's normal for me. Maybe I won't turn into a beast before I come back. There's hope!

Katie, Lauren, and I have begun bonding with our housemates. Well, not so much Colin because we never see him, but with James and Brian. Katie and I talked to them for like an hour last night when we both had decided we were going to go to bed early. Oops. But I geuninely like both of them. I can't believe how lucky we got with housemates.

And we finally figured out why James and Brian switched rooms from last semester - the rooms they're in now have double beds. James was in mine and Brian was in Katie's, and we couldn't figure it out for the longest time. But now it all makes sense. Lucky boys. And anyone in Cappavilla. And their stupid double beds. But I guess my feet would still stick out of the douvet cover anyways, so there's no point in complaining. I can't imagine what a tall person would feel like in these beds, since my feet almost hang over the edge and I'm only 5'7". I guess they don't grow Paul Bunyan-sized people here. Just leprechauns. Although my Irish Folklore lecturer told us today that they don't really exist. I still don't believe her though.

The snow has stopped coming down in huge, wet flakes now. Which is nice since I have to walk to class soon. For my Irish Folklore tutorial - we're making Brigid's crosses today. She's an Irish saint, second only to St. Patty himself.

I have to go soon for that, so bye!
Kim