So, it’s three A.M. and I’m currently writing about the legal contextualization of the League of Nations. Now, I find it to be an extremely interesting topic, #historynerdmuch, but I’m really annoyed with my work ethic.
Procrastinate for twenty minutes, then write 500 words in 10 minutes. Repeat.
Had I spent the time writing instead of procrastinating, I would have finished this paper an hour ago. Story of my life man.
vuoi sapere il segreto? ho il terrore tutte le volte che mi ricordano che manca meno di un mese fino all’estate. ho il terrore a pensare che non ti vedro’, non ti abbracciero’, non ti bacero’ e non avro’ il tuo sorriso fino a settembre. e` il terrore piu` grande che mi tiene sveglia la notte.
“Fettucine Alfredo” are NOT Italian. end rant.
I truly do love the city of Amsterdam. It’s my second visit here and I remain as awed as my visit to this beautiful city in July. I am completely mesmerized by the architecture, characterized by leaning windows and haphazard arrangements. The streets are filled with small clothing boutiques, in which I would like to spend lots of money in (but can’t), spacious white walled art galleries and cute cafe’s with artists standing outside. This place is just too beautiful. It does have its downsides, such as the constant threat of getting run down by a bicyclist, the complete sketchiness of the Red Light District and the people yelling outside of my window right now.
