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Today, I took a history test on the Mughal Empire. One of the questions asked "What famous leader was buried in a magnificent white marble tomb?" I answered Dumbledore. Not only was full credit awarded, but my teacher wrote "I was secretly hoping someone would put this." Best class ever

Today, I was using Microsoft word, and I thought it said Jedi was spelled wrong. Instead, it just told me that Jedi was supposed to be capitalized. Its nice to know Microsoft thinks the protectors of the republic are important.

Yesterday, I read a story on MLIA saying that "Voldemort" was accepted by spellcheck. I was writing a history paper and decided to test this theory. I wrote it at the end of the sentence I was currently typing, then forgot to delete it before I e-mailed the paper to my teacher. He returned our corrected papers today, and instead of questioning me about it he had circled it in red pen, crossed it out, and replaced it with "He who must not be named."

Today, in Chemistry, we had to get a vote for class leader. The shyest kid in class ran, and was uninamously voted in. His platform? To create plutonium iodine potassium actinium hydrogen uranide. Why? When written out using the symbols of the periodic table, it reads PIKAcHU. I think we voted well.

...Cómo me duele la cabeza...

Mensaje del blog número 501 (¡cómo los vaqueros!).

¿Por dónde empiezo después de 15 días? ¡Por las anécdotas!

Domingo pasado, Temple Bar. Después de una ingesta divertida de alcohol nos llama el padre de una alumna diciendo que su hija de 17 años ha abandonado Dublín en tren y que ha llegado bien.
Nos vamos 4 personas a la garda station más cercana a denunciar la desaparición de una menor y, cuando ya llevábamos una hora allí decido que si me joroban mi día "libre", lo jorobo yo al responsable de familias (de aquí en adelante Chris).
-Hey, Chris. How are you?
-Hi. Good, good. What about you?
-Fine, do you remember de girl who was upset with us cause her host family?
-Sure. I told you, she's fine now.
(sí, bonico, sí)
-Of course she's fine: She left the city this morning. We're right now talking with the garda, could you come?



Otra con Chris, también por teléfono:
-Hi, Chris: I wanted to talk you urgently about a boy.
-Sure, what's the problem?
-The vegetarian one. Have you seen Mi Big Fat Greek Wedding?
-Hahaha no
-Ok, then this is not gonna be as fun as I thought but, anyway, i will try to explain it to you: A couple, he is meeting her family and her aunt says something like "you have to come and taste my dishes", "he doesn't eat meat", "what do you mean he doesn't eat meat?", silence and then the aunt again "i'll prepare you a dish with lamb". Got it? He's veggie and he's not gonna change! Talk with the family.



Hoy, en nuestro segundo día libre no fallido:
-Oye, ¿ese no es Van Nistelrooy?
-Pues parece, estaban concentrados aquí.
-Voy a preguntar.

-Hola, te conozco ¿"juegas" en el R Madrid?
-No, te has confundido
-Ya, claro
-¿Quieres que te enseñe el DNI?
-Sí
(y Van Nistelrooy sacó el DNI y, evidentemente, era él)
(ver fotos en Facebook soon)


En la cola del supermercado se me olvidó mi proverbial discreción y, cuando avanzo para pagar, comento con la amiga de detrás "para trabajar aquí hay que tener cara de sepia".
-Hi
-Hi, is that all?
-Yep
-3.23€
-Thank You
-No prob, cara de sepia dices ¿no?
(tierra trágame)


Son las 00:03 hora irlandesa, voy a secarme el pelo y a la cama.

Por si acaso queda alguien que se pregunte si finalmente me corrigieron el examen a peso, la respuesta es sí: 8'5. Primera vez en mi vida que salgo de un examen con una impresión equivocada sobre cómo me ha ido.

Me quedan siete horas para marcharme y no he hecho la maleta... Tengo una pereza que no es ni remotamente normal.

Sigo en la odisea interminable de encontrar un estudio/habitación decente... El Lunes tengo el último examen y en 8 días me iré hacia el Norte (como los años anteriores). El tiempo se me echa encima :)