They did not fast in Belfast

I am writing only now about my weekend because it took me two days to recover. Yes, my dear friends: I suffered a lot! Are you happy now?!
All began when I was the only one being at the station on time - which was six o'clock in the morning. Bloody international students! Some adapt to Irish life far more easily than I do! Then the first few arrived, singing. Huh? Were they already drunk? No, they weren't.

They were still drunk!

Cool, we'll be such a merry party, I thought. Lalalalalaaa. This should have been a sign. The bus was 90 (NINETY) minutes late. Should have been another sign. But I was too blind to see it. Lalalalalaaa. Phew, bus here, ready to leave. When we were having lunch, the Swedish girl said: "I'm not hungry at all. And I haven't got a clue why!" "Maybe you are sick?!" I suggested. "Oh no, nonono, of course not." Of course she wasn't. She just casually puked into the hedge in front of the station when we left Limerick - but that might just be a bad habit of hers, right?

There's nothing like two nights in a hostel with 22 drunkards and some criminal looking gypsies in front of the door. When the annoying French guy was sleeping at last, a totally skrewed German had the glorious idea to wake him (and everyone else) with cold water and a scream that could have impressed even a pig. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiii. The French went mad and started slapping his French friend's face whom he thought to be involved. Vous n'avez pas de respect, vous n'avez pas de respect, vous n'avez pas de respect, calm down, calm vous n'avez pas calm down shut up bang IIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Belfast is nice, though. You see there a picture of Queen's University Belfast. And don't forget the new quiz and the new quote. Well, the quote seems to be very well known among international students, I have to say...