So, I'm trying to figure out what quality that people who can travel alone posess that I seem to lack. I have a few days after my finals end in which I will just be bumming around, nothing to do, a little extra money left in my account, and people I know are taking this opportunities to travel around Europe. By themselves. I consider myself to be a ( Read more... )

So, I'm going to Italy tomorrow. It's pretty awesome. I'm really excited.

And I checked my bank account and I actually have a reasonable amount of money with which to travel. Hooray for being employed and never buying anything...

I'm going to Florence, Venice, Verona, Bologna, then Rome. It's gonna kick a whole lot of ass.

Well, I'm going back to Ireland very very soon. Part of me is excited, part of me is scared, and part of me is a little annoyed. I'm excited to be getting back to my apartment and to be living in Dublin again, nervous because I don't know what's going to happen with Ben (although I'm pretty sure it won't be anything good), and annoyed to have to ( Read more... )

There's nothing like being dumped around Christmas to make you feel depressed and guilty about being depressed at the same time. It's a truly remarkable feeling. I mean, it's good that I'm home and stuff, I have my family (including, thank god, my big bro), and I have people looking out for me. That's more than I can say for a few people I know ( Read more... )

So, I'm in a little bit of a better mood now. I'm gonna see Ben tomorrow--we're getting lunch and then, most likely, going back to his place for some lovin. I'm pretty pumped. I really wanna see him. Plus, it gives me a reason to take out this new, exciting metallic blue car rental that my mom said she had to get ( Read more... )

SO, I'm back in Boston now. I got back on Saturday, and I've been trying to get some work done and spending more money than I want to be spending on stupid crap--some of it necessary (a transformer for my laptop) some of it not so much (hooka bar). Oh well ( Read more... )

So, I went to Cork this weekend with the boyfriend (still weird to say...), and it was really fun. We got to the Hostel, which was this amazingly budget place. The budgetness somehow made it more fun. The bus ride was also pretty fun (yay student discount! we saved a little money there), and we just talked the whole time and listened to Dane Cook. ( Read more... )

So, is it really weird that in a couple days, I will have been dating this guy for a month and I'm still terrified, not just a little nervous, but full on crazy scared of calling him my boyfriend? I don't know if it's just cause the idea scares me (it's a little soon still I guess), or if I've just been permanently fucked up by my last ( Read more... )

So, it turns out I'm dating someone right now. Weird. His name is Ben, and he's this goofy English major who's really really attractive ( Read more... )

I think I'm beginning to experience it. Apparently, after coming to a new country, there's an initial "honeymoon" stage, where you can`t get enough of everything around you, and then you crash and you want to kill everyone and just eat some McDonalds and watch football and drink natty light. I never did any of those things really, but it is getting ( Read more... )