1st day in Dublin, Ireland

Hello!
So today was the first day.
I meant to post pictures, but I accidentally left my laptop on in the pland, and I haven't been able to find a three-pronged adapter and converter to let me access the great Irish power grid yet. Alas.
Thank goodness for free hotel lobby computers. Well, sort of. It's actually supposed to be 2 euros an hour for internet, but the guy before me didn't use his full hour, so I do not know how much time I have.
Ooh, I like the sound of that. I must tell you the tale of my journey before my stolen internet dies! It makes me sound like a fairy princess.
Anywho,
flight. We got delayed in Chicago for about 2 and half hours, which was actually quite lucky because our flight into Chicago had an extra hour and half added to the flight time because of some tricky weather macweather. We sat down in the middle of O'hair and played ERS (Egyptian Rat Screw for you adults) and Mafia. I died first, so I just went crazy camera happy with my new camera, also able to be used as evidence to see who really killed the victims. I think I got ran over by a plane.
The actually flight: It's definitely not 14 hours. Somehow I got Sri Lanka and Ireland confused. I should probably buy a globe, or at least check my facts before the whole audience (of 5 people) see how globally confused I am.
However, 6 or 7 hours is longer than I have ever flown before. I was very sleepy, but unable to find a comfortable position. Actually, I fell asleep for the first half hour, but once the dinner cart made its way past and its delicious aroma wiffed past my nose and woke me up. From there, it was mainly 30 Rock and Anathallo for the rest of the journey to keep me from suffering in my inadequacy of being able to sleep. Come on, I am in college, right? That means I should be able to fall asleep anywhere! Apparently, my abilities have been stolen by the evil mastermind, "NoSleepForYou Nazi." (That's sort of a Seinfeld reference.) However, after a pot of tea, and a lick at some Irish coffee (tried to take the tiniest sip in the world and spit it out), my fingers are loving being able to type and fill the interblag with just a bit more junk.

Anywho, we visited the food market on Moore street where they have food stuffs carried by horses that poo. Then we visited Trinity College where apparently some students killed a professor in a shooting match, but they were aristocrats and so they got away with it. The library was freaking amazing. It's the largest single chamber library either in the world, or Europe. I can't remember. But it was really cool. There were ladders and spiral staricases and shelves upon shelves of leather-bounded books in Latin. I felt cool. I smelled the whole place.
Also, they get to have the Book of Kell. Which was absolutley beautiful. I had no idea how time-intensive and tiny illumination was. This book wrote the book on Medieval books. The blues were still bright from 800 AD. I wish I could grasp how amazing it is, but I'm not the greatest specialist in the world or anything.
We then went to go get tea at Bewley's. They had the most beautiful stain glass windows with the tiniest peacocks and macaws and pillars. I can't wait to show the pictures. I had a pot of tea and a raisin scone with a little tea biscuit (that's what they call cookies, right?).
They we went shopping all around town.

Irish wear the coolest clothes ever. I have determined that Irish are cooler than Americans by default. In Texas, you find a small pocket of people who dress really hipster and indie types, and those people look a little bit pretentious at times. But here, everyone dresses crazy and none of them look pretentious or anything. They're just cool. My wardrobe for the next semester has thus been inspired.
I have been taking creepy pictures of random people because I think they look cool. I pretend to be taking a picture of some bit of architecture, but really, I am taking pictures of weird outfits, hairstyles, or just really cool expressions upon the face.
We then got some pizza at a little convenience store because all the restaurants were ridiculously expensive. The pizza maker guy made a tower of cakes that had just expired yesterday. He offered me one.
Next was Temple Bar. Again, just automatically cool. Did I mention that flowers are spilling out of every corner? Even out of the top of the bar spilled flowers. Flower stands are all over the streets. I feel like I am in heaven.
Temple Bar. Right. There was a live band that sounded particularly Irishy. It was great. We sat at the bar, and the bar dude took two of our orders (I didn't get anything). He had the coolest accent ever. Have you ever seen Penelope? Remember the bartender who ends up with Reese Witherspoon in the end? He reminded me exactly of that dude. Beard, slightly mocking, thick Irish accent, and yet still very kind and considerate. We moved ourselves a table where we could watch everyone in the atrium smoke and listen in on conversations. There were flowers all up in the atrium. Plus a bunch of beer signs. It was a weird combination of worlds that I normally compartmentalized sepearately before, but it worked perfectly there. i felt cool just being there, even though I only pretty much dipped my tongue into one of the girl's leftover Irish Coffee to see what it tasted like. By that time, it had settled out into coffee flavored whiskey. Ichkjkl. Not for me. Sorry, I am only a third Irish, and apparently, that's not Irishy enough for Irish coffee.
We then came back to the hotel. Now, I am here in the lobby with Return of the King and some cool postcards. Send me your address, and I will try to send you one. I got 20 stamps just for funsies. I can't guarantee you'll get it before I get back, but hey, it's always fun to get a postcard, right?
That was my first day. I can't believe how much I will have seen by the time August 10 rolls around.
I feel kind of touristy. I am pretty sure that I will feel more like a student and less like a tourist once we get to Oxford.
Although, I am quite enjoying the tourist persona. I whip out my camera everytime I notice something that I want to remember, whether it be some graffiti or just someone's silly face. Not that someone's face would be silly in its essence, but rather it would be silly in that moment.
Enough degression for now.
Good night, interblag. I will post some pictures soon.