Creative Writing

So today was pretty nice. I started looking up all the information I needed to go to some of the places I want to see and I actually made a folder on my hard drive for Travel. That's definitely a first for me and I'm thrilled. My roommate and I, and a few other girls, are planning a trip to Italy over our spring break in a few weeks. We will fly into either Milan or Rome and then take a train to see Florence and Venice. I am also planning a weekend in Paris and another in Prague if I can pull it off. I spent most of yesterday morning reading about these trips and then I came home for lunch.

I bought some chicken the day before and decided to cook it all so I could eat it throughout the week. So I scrambled an egg and had a piece of chicken for lunch – weird I know, but was really good and filling. My roommate, Natalia, on the other hand was much braver than me. She had bought a tin of clams in some sort of sauce and decided to cook it. She eats clams on a regular basis so the only exciting part was the sauce – it was very dark brown and sweet smelling. So we tried to cook it, there weren't instructions, by heating it until the sauce thickened and the clams were heated through. It was all good until she actually tried it…she didn't actually eat anything more than the initial bite.

Later that night everyone was panicking about an 8 page short story they had to write for Creative Writing, a class that I'm not in. So it was a night for everyone to sit in the living room and tell their stories and decide how to turn it into a narrative. After a while one of the girls wanted a break so she decided to make herself some rice. This girl is such a sweet heart and is barely out of high school. Oh her name is also Stephanie so that's fun. Well she put the rice in water and boiled it but then didn't know what to do, so since we have a sparsely stocked kitchen we handed her a sort of strainer spoon and told her good luck. That lasted a good twenty minutes and about 15 pictures worth of excitement. Finally the high hilarity died down and I went to bed around eleven, though I hear that the rest of them didn't go to bed until three – good times.