I've been spending hours now writing final papers for two of my classes. My hands are tired from typing, and I am incredibly sick of the album I've had on repeat for the last few hours - my play count is up to a whopping 71.
We booked tickets to Italy months ago, fascinated by the thought of being in Rome on Easter, and equally - if not more - interested because of the ticket price.
We had been in Belfast for about eight hours. At that point, we only knew that we were staying at the Paddy's Palace hostel, which was colored green.
I have been here for almost a month now, and after 26 days in one place, you would think I would know my way around. I had to be at the Abbey Theatre at 7:30 p.m.
I consider myself to be a pretty picky eater. I especially tend to criticize foreign food. If you've never had a conversation with me about "exotic" cuisine, you can expect me to complain that it's too oily, too salty or contains too many flavors.
