Body Odor

I seem to be picking seats in class that somehow leave me trapped behind, in front, or next to someone wreaking of B.O. And not the kind of B.O that could possibly just be delicious smelling soup. There is a difference, and as a optimist, I always choose to believe I'm whiffing in delicious soup rather than a stranger's sweaty and dank scent. However, I seem to be trapped in class with a smell that definitely cannot be confused with delicious soup, rather, it smells like someone ran/biked a few miles and then put on a musty smelling wool sweater thats been in the attic for a couple of months. There comes a point where its so overwhelming that I convince myself that it must be me thats producing such a pungent and offensive smell, but so far it hasn't been. Just a rude or forgetful stranger who didn't spray themselves with their areosol cans of deoterant (they don't have rub on here...)

Anyway, besides choking on B.O throughout class and subtly smelling my own hair to block out the stench, classes have been great, although my castles class and section 1 of my 20th century lit class are BEYOND boring. Its hard enough sitting through a lecture style english class (I'm just so used to discussion so its hard to pay attention because they just repeat the same information over again, not to mention since they're lecturing I almost don't see what the point of me going to class is since they do all the work and put all the slides up online so I don't even have to take notes. It makes me REALLY appreciate SMC and our small classes where discussion is so encouraged and I actually know my Professors) and my 20th century lit teacher littttttttterally talks like a robot with a British accent. I realized at the end of class I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying but how he was saying it. And that. Means. He puts. A period. At. The end. Of. Mostly. Every single. Word. It certainly makes what he's saying sound utterly profound but utterly painful to listen to. All of my other classes are really interesting though. I'm excited for my first time going to my "Poets of the 20th Century" seminar tomorrow. Its all about women and African American poets of the 1960s, the Beat poets of the 50s and the modernists in the 20s.

My friends and I just planned a trip to Dingle this weekend (heh) and just booked a hostel which took FOREVER but we finally have one, The Rainbow hostel which is a 15 minute walk from Dingle Town (heh). The Dingle Penninsula (heh) is filled with scenic areas perfect for biking and hiking which I'm so excited for. AND I just made lists of things I want to see while I'm in London and Paris, and I think I'll be branching away from the people I go with so I can see little markets and shops and streets while they see da main attractionz which I've already seen. I'm excited to go back to London and Paris, I spent a very special week with Dad in London for my 16th birthday and a day in Paris, I loved both places so much so I'm glad I can go back and see them again but with New, Older and Wiser eyes and a list of things that aren't as touristy.

Time to go to some pubs to hear some more music. I'll be giving Jimmy a call one of these days. Make him work for his money. Actually I won't since he said he gives lessons for free.