well wats the story!

I couldn't sleep for the life of me last night and instead rocked out to Flogging Molly underneath my covers hiding from the cold air and practicing my irish accent. That was a joke. Kind of.
I guess that's what happens when one takes an EIGHT hour nap. I finally fell asleep around 3am and woke up around 7am wide eyed and almost... warm? Don't tell me the heater actually worked for a few hours, that would just make too much sense. Heaters in 30 degree Irish weather? What, are you crazy? The best part is that I can't even feel the hard labor of the thing unless I touch it.

I live in Plassey village and unfortunately didn't get any Irish students as roommates, but 2 of the 8 are still to come and they just might be from somewhere other than the states.

 House 3, Room 3

 We bought these duvet covers when we went into the city today. The original ones were supposedly "clean," but we all know how relative that word can be.

 The room is small, but has a lot of storage space and a nice huge desk but most importantly....

 we have our own sinks!!

Nesting, right?

We took public busses when we went shopping today downtown and it was super easy and 100% not like the busses in Costa Rica.

What I learned while shopping today:
 You have to insert money to get a grocery cart at the supermarket by my school.
They don't provide bags so you have to either have more than 2 arms or bring your own. Bags, not arms.
Most of the items were actually Irish... jelly, bread, butter. What a concept.

The scenery while walking down the street to the grocery store. I'll take it! 

Off to making spaghetti & garlic bread for a family dinner!