or, "100TH POST PARTY!!!!"
already 100 posts? wow. i've only been in france for 75 days...that's more than a blog a day. oh, except i should minus the first few entries because those were from before i left. anyway, grab a drink and enjoy the 100TH POST PARTY!!!!
i wish i had something more exciting to tell you, like that i suddenly fell upon 100,000 euros or that my prince charming climbed up to my window despite the fiery protests of the dragon guarding my castle (okay, that's a little excessive), but i've got nothing. in fact, this post is largely the result of procrastination, and it's pretty much about nothing (maybe you've noticed that already).
i've been looking for more apartments to rent. i love reading people's descriptions of their apartments/themselves.
Everyone who lives here is a student and takes it "fairly seriously" yet they still like to go out on weekends and some weekdays. why did you put "fairly seriously" in quotes? is that like an inside joke in your house because you really don't study at all? also...you go out on some weekdays. that fact, plus the "fairly seriously" thing, makes me think you, sir, aren't all that serious about school at all.
$660 awesome room in sorority house!!! like OMFG!
14 November, 2007
ah, they're striking again.
perhaps it will be more effective this time. why do i say that? because it's freaking COLD and this lack of metro/RER system is making me walk to school. the colder people are, maybe the more likely they are to complain to sarkozy, who will just give these workers their benefits already.
then again, i still don't think sarkozy will budge. good for him.
then again, i still don't think sarkozy will budge. good for him.
oh, just one more thing
on my way home from the airport in paris, i wrote in my notebook some more. warning: i get emotional.
12/11/07 about 8pm on the RER to paris
yes, my trip was wonderful and i should be focusing on that right now, but i can't. i'm anxious from a whole day of traveling. i wasn't antsy until i sat on the plane from ams to cdg and realized i'd left my big coat in cph. of fucking course. and right as the first gusts of winter are sweeping through the city, too. i tried to reason to myself at first that i could do without it. then i realized that i'd be going to london on thursday (read: even colder) so i'll probably need to come up with a solution before then. i think i can find a coat for 40 euro or less at h&m, but that's 30 pounds i'd rather spend on souvenirs. then again, i have kind of wanted another coat...they have some really cute ones. meh.
i spent the plane ride half bothered by my dumb forgetfulness. the other half of me was focused on one of the most striking sunsets i've ever seen. from above the clouds, i could see the sun seep across the sky, both vertically and horizontally. the blood red orange led to a baby blue, which gave way to the deepest black. it happened to the left and the right, as well as overhead. i stared at it for about 15 minutes (meh, it was prob less), in utter awe of the most beautiful thing i'd seen all weekend.
i also just wanted to call mom and have her see it, too. i wanted to make her come look the same way she makes us come look at the sunset in san clemente.
now i'm crying on the RER, all by myself. sometimes how much i miss my family and friends surprises me. it's got incredibly force and it lurches on me so unexpectedly.
i've been so hard at work ignoring how much i miss home because i don't want to let it cloud my time here. i've only got four months, and even 1 day wasted on pining for home is too much.
but, as much as i might deny it, i miss the crap out of my family. i've never wanted to hug them so much.
i don't want to try to reflect on how i've changed and become more emotional on this trip. i just want to sit here in this bizarre mixture of desperate sadness and extreme joy. nobody really explained that i'd have this emotion. then again, i'm sort of glad for that. this emotional state is hard to explain, anyhow. heck, maybe someone DID explain to me that i'd feel this, but i just didn't understand.
now i think i've composed myself. geez, i didn't realize that i needed to cry. writing has always had this odd way of both unleashing my protected emotions and comforting me in a way few (if any) people can.
and to think, i came here initially to bitch about my forgetfulness.
12/11/07 about 8pm on the RER to paris
yes, my trip was wonderful and i should be focusing on that right now, but i can't. i'm anxious from a whole day of traveling. i wasn't antsy until i sat on the plane from ams to cdg and realized i'd left my big coat in cph. of fucking course. and right as the first gusts of winter are sweeping through the city, too. i tried to reason to myself at first that i could do without it. then i realized that i'd be going to london on thursday (read: even colder) so i'll probably need to come up with a solution before then. i think i can find a coat for 40 euro or less at h&m, but that's 30 pounds i'd rather spend on souvenirs. then again, i have kind of wanted another coat...they have some really cute ones. meh.
i spent the plane ride half bothered by my dumb forgetfulness. the other half of me was focused on one of the most striking sunsets i've ever seen. from above the clouds, i could see the sun seep across the sky, both vertically and horizontally. the blood red orange led to a baby blue, which gave way to the deepest black. it happened to the left and the right, as well as overhead. i stared at it for about 15 minutes (meh, it was prob less), in utter awe of the most beautiful thing i'd seen all weekend.
i also just wanted to call mom and have her see it, too. i wanted to make her come look the same way she makes us come look at the sunset in san clemente.
now i'm crying on the RER, all by myself. sometimes how much i miss my family and friends surprises me. it's got incredibly force and it lurches on me so unexpectedly.
i've been so hard at work ignoring how much i miss home because i don't want to let it cloud my time here. i've only got four months, and even 1 day wasted on pining for home is too much.
but, as much as i might deny it, i miss the crap out of my family. i've never wanted to hug them so much.
i don't want to try to reflect on how i've changed and become more emotional on this trip. i just want to sit here in this bizarre mixture of desperate sadness and extreme joy. nobody really explained that i'd have this emotion. then again, i'm sort of glad for that. this emotional state is hard to explain, anyhow. heck, maybe someone DID explain to me that i'd feel this, but i just didn't understand.
now i think i've composed myself. geez, i didn't realize that i needed to cry. writing has always had this odd way of both unleashing my protected emotions and comforting me in a way few (if any) people can.
and to think, i came here initially to bitch about my forgetfulness.
13 November, 2007
i killed one.
that last blog was fun, wasn't it? i think my personality is a bit different on paper than it is virtually. anyway, on to more stories.
i arrived in cph friday night. venz met me at the airport and we headed on denmark's brand new metro to his house. (side note: every time i see another city's metro system, i scoff at it, then show my other worldy friends my impressive paris metro map. ha, take that) we ate a home cooked meal, caught up, and gossiped about sb people. gosh, i've missed that. i missed hanging out with venz in general. he used to be around so much, and i guess i didnt really realize how much i'd grown accustomed to having him be physically there to talk to.
saturday morning we woke up and headed to venz's summer house in a city i can't spell or even remember. we met up with venz's cousin alex and venz's dad's cousin and his wife (holgard and eva...venz, correct me on the spelling of their names). we drove out about 100 km i think and when we finally got there, we started driving down this dirt road, through a forest with sunlight streaming through the top and tiny cottages peeking from behind the trees. it was incredibly quaint and picturesque...in fact, that's how i can describe my whole day at the summer house. eva and holgard brought us into their home (of course it was all wooden inside), gave us warm socks and lit the fire to keep us warm. we went into the little town with shops, filled with people doing their saturday shopping (but, then again, this is still a small town, so "filled" doesn't mean tons).
we headed back, but this time went to venz's house. the place looks like nobody has replaced the stuff in there since the 70s, just added things since then--in a good way. it reminds me of the beach house in san clemente. in the summer house, there were tons of old books/comics and old games. we played a round of scrabble (i pwnd, duh) and hung around the house for a couple hours, but because we had no heat there, we headed back to eva and holgard's place pretty quickly. we made the windiest, coldest trek back toward their house and rejoiced in the heat the fire gave us. at dinner, we chatted easily, and alex, venz, eva and holgard eventually fell into talking about family gossipy stuff. i loved this, but i don't know if it's because i miss it in my family, or because i never REALLY had it (my family is small and not incredibly close...but this doesn't mean i'm complaining). either way, i was so content to be listening to stories by the fire, laughing at holgard's story of killing a poisonous viper (you have to understand, this guy is a quiet, incredibly respectful, wouldn't-kill-a-mouse type guy...and then, we're talking about vipers, and he just unemotionally states, "i killed one. it should have been three.") and just basking in the comfort of a borrowed family.
alex, venz and i headed back to cph around 8 pm, sharing christmas beers and stories about being kids. we went out and got ice cream once we got back (yeah, in the FREEZING cold..but it was delicious and so worth it), wandered around with venz's friends for a little while, then went back to venz's room. venz and i cuddled and fell asleep together. HA jk. he wishes.
sunday was our decidedly tourist day. we borrowed a bike from venz's friend and hit the streets (geez, it was freaking cold). we ate at a bakery and headed to christiania. i was fascinated and kept asking venz questions, which i'm sure he got annoyed with but was patient with me anyway. it seems like a funky place to visit, but i'd never want to live there. i'd always feel dirty.
then we biked over to new haven (er, nyhavyn, or some danish spelling). again, picturesque. the colors on the buildings were vivid and a welcome contrast to the gray parisian buildings i'm used to.
then i saw one of the top ten most awesome things ever: a drawbridge going up. we saw that the guards were gonna clear the bridge to pull it up. "you wanna watch?" venz asked. duh. what used to be a flat street across the water began to tilt up and up, the angle getting larger and larger. we were in awe. it was like two kids seeing a magic show for the first time.
after they put the bridge back, we continued on to less awesome but still great things. we saw the changing of the guards and the opera house, then biked out to the little mermaid. this is one of the things copenhagen is most famous for. hans christian andersen lived there, so this mermaid is a sort of memorial for him. WELL IT WAS DISAPPOINTING. we get there and it's just this mermaid, sitting lamely on a bland rock, staring in the water, not even looking particularly pretty or pensive. she was small, too--maybe half to three quarters of the size of me. venz warned me it would be lame like this, but i guess i just didn't believe him.
anyway, that mermaid really made me want to drink beer, so we went to the carlsburg brewery. jk...i mean, about the mermaid making me want beer. we'd planned to go to carlsburg all along. the danes love their beer and i understand why--it's an effective way to keep warm in these FREEZING months. after we wandered through the factory and saw the HUGEST beer bottle collection in the world (and explained edward forty hands to non-americans...lol that's a silly game we have, isn't it?), we enjoyed a couple beers--including the christmas brew--and headed back to venz's dorm so he could cook dinner for his hall (mmmmm fajitas). we returned the bike to his friend first and once we stepped outside her apartment, we saw it: SNOW!!!!!
it was freaking snowing. i didnt believe it at first. it must just be hail, or weird looking rain, i reasoned. i couldn't be so lucky to have snow on this trip, too. but i opened my mouth and tested it and, by gosh, it was snow. i started squealing and jumping around and generally freaking out. venz was getting into the spirit a bit, too, but he was also all complainy about it ("how much more of this am i gonna have?")...lol. silly venz.
we spent the rest of the night looking outside and saying, "look! it's still snowing." we got warm and dry and spent a long time just talking. i loved hanging out with venz because it made me realize what stupendous friends i've made in sb :-)
monday, we went to the airport fairly early so i could shop around the "largest airport mall in europe" supposedly (or so said the signs inside the shopping area in the cph airport). my flight got off without a hitch, and i was in the air, headed for amsterdam.
i had a three hour layover there, and i was so the opposite of mad about that. i wandered around the christmasy shops for the first hour and a half, then grabbed myself a gingerbread latte and settled into a new book (nicholas sparks' three weeks with my brother). it was three of the most enjoyable, most relaxing hours i've had in a while. really, i don't know why people complain about flying so much. i think it's just wonderful.
i arrived in cph friday night. venz met me at the airport and we headed on denmark's brand new metro to his house. (side note: every time i see another city's metro system, i scoff at it, then show my other worldy friends my impressive paris metro map. ha, take that) we ate a home cooked meal, caught up, and gossiped about sb people. gosh, i've missed that. i missed hanging out with venz in general. he used to be around so much, and i guess i didnt really realize how much i'd grown accustomed to having him be physically there to talk to.
saturday morning we woke up and headed to venz's summer house in a city i can't spell or even remember. we met up with venz's cousin alex and venz's dad's cousin and his wife (holgard and eva...venz, correct me on the spelling of their names). we drove out about 100 km i think and when we finally got there, we started driving down this dirt road, through a forest with sunlight streaming through the top and tiny cottages peeking from behind the trees. it was incredibly quaint and picturesque...in fact, that's how i can describe my whole day at the summer house. eva and holgard brought us into their home (of course it was all wooden inside), gave us warm socks and lit the fire to keep us warm. we went into the little town with shops, filled with people doing their saturday shopping (but, then again, this is still a small town, so "filled" doesn't mean tons).
we headed back, but this time went to venz's house. the place looks like nobody has replaced the stuff in there since the 70s, just added things since then--in a good way. it reminds me of the beach house in san clemente. in the summer house, there were tons of old books/comics and old games. we played a round of scrabble (i pwnd, duh) and hung around the house for a couple hours, but because we had no heat there, we headed back to eva and holgard's place pretty quickly. we made the windiest, coldest trek back toward their house and rejoiced in the heat the fire gave us. at dinner, we chatted easily, and alex, venz, eva and holgard eventually fell into talking about family gossipy stuff. i loved this, but i don't know if it's because i miss it in my family, or because i never REALLY had it (my family is small and not incredibly close...but this doesn't mean i'm complaining). either way, i was so content to be listening to stories by the fire, laughing at holgard's story of killing a poisonous viper (you have to understand, this guy is a quiet, incredibly respectful, wouldn't-kill-a-mouse type guy...and then, we're talking about vipers, and he just unemotionally states, "i killed one. it should have been three.") and just basking in the comfort of a borrowed family.
alex, venz and i headed back to cph around 8 pm, sharing christmas beers and stories about being kids. we went out and got ice cream once we got back (yeah, in the FREEZING cold..but it was delicious and so worth it), wandered around with venz's friends for a little while, then went back to venz's room. venz and i cuddled and fell asleep together. HA jk. he wishes.
sunday was our decidedly tourist day. we borrowed a bike from venz's friend and hit the streets (geez, it was freaking cold). we ate at a bakery and headed to christiania. i was fascinated and kept asking venz questions, which i'm sure he got annoyed with but was patient with me anyway. it seems like a funky place to visit, but i'd never want to live there. i'd always feel dirty.
then we biked over to new haven (er, nyhavyn, or some danish spelling). again, picturesque. the colors on the buildings were vivid and a welcome contrast to the gray parisian buildings i'm used to.
then i saw one of the top ten most awesome things ever: a drawbridge going up. we saw that the guards were gonna clear the bridge to pull it up. "you wanna watch?" venz asked. duh. what used to be a flat street across the water began to tilt up and up, the angle getting larger and larger. we were in awe. it was like two kids seeing a magic show for the first time. after they put the bridge back, we continued on to less awesome but still great things. we saw the changing of the guards and the opera house, then biked out to the little mermaid. this is one of the things copenhagen is most famous for. hans christian andersen lived there, so this mermaid is a sort of memorial for him. WELL IT WAS DISAPPOINTING. we get there and it's just this mermaid, sitting lamely on a bland rock, staring in the water, not even looking particularly pretty or pensive. she was small, too--maybe half to three quarters of the size of me. venz warned me it would be lame like this, but i guess i just didn't believe him.
anyway, that mermaid really made me want to drink beer, so we went to the carlsburg brewery. jk...i mean, about the mermaid making me want beer. we'd planned to go to carlsburg all along. the danes love their beer and i understand why--it's an effective way to keep warm in these FREEZING months. after we wandered through the factory and saw the HUGEST beer bottle collection in the world (and explained edward forty hands to non-americans...lol that's a silly game we have, isn't it?), we enjoyed a couple beers--including the christmas brew--and headed back to venz's dorm so he could cook dinner for his hall (mmmmm fajitas). we returned the bike to his friend first and once we stepped outside her apartment, we saw it: SNOW!!!!!
it was freaking snowing. i didnt believe it at first. it must just be hail, or weird looking rain, i reasoned. i couldn't be so lucky to have snow on this trip, too. but i opened my mouth and tested it and, by gosh, it was snow. i started squealing and jumping around and generally freaking out. venz was getting into the spirit a bit, too, but he was also all complainy about it ("how much more of this am i gonna have?")...lol. silly venz.
we spent the rest of the night looking outside and saying, "look! it's still snowing." we got warm and dry and spent a long time just talking. i loved hanging out with venz because it made me realize what stupendous friends i've made in sb :-)
monday, we went to the airport fairly early so i could shop around the "largest airport mall in europe" supposedly (or so said the signs inside the shopping area in the cph airport). my flight got off without a hitch, and i was in the air, headed for amsterdam.
i had a three hour layover there, and i was so the opposite of mad about that. i wandered around the christmasy shops for the first hour and a half, then grabbed myself a gingerbread latte and settled into a new book (nicholas sparks' three weeks with my brother). it was three of the most enjoyable, most relaxing hours i've had in a while. really, i don't know why people complain about flying so much. i think it's just wonderful.
bloggy blog, i missed you!
i haven't written since nov 8, blogger tells me. don't worry, though, i've been thinking of you the whole time :-) actually, i wrote in my notebook on my trip to copenhagen and on the way home to paris as well. i think i'll type that here first, then fill you in on the weekend stuff.
9/11/07 at the airport in amsterdam
the amsterdam airport is dressed up for christmas! this makes me so giddy and happy. when i walked out of hte plane and saw the christmas lights, i lit up myself and i think i let out a gasp of joy. i had to bite my lip to keep my smile from taking over my whole face.
a few exceptional christmas songs slipped curiously on to my ipod without my knowing. i suspect that mr saint nick himself had something to do with this (or that tricky mal...). either way, i'm SO happy that elvis is singing blue christmas into my ears right now and amsterdam xmas lights are hanging all around.
this airport won't be a bad place spend 3 hours on my way home :-)
p.s. starbucks gingerbread lattes are here! one on the way home will be delightful.
9/11/07 on the plane to copenhagen
"the weather in copenhagen is a little more uhhhh...colder, a little more windier and a little more wetter." LOL. thanks, flight announcer. i like this guy. this trip (although delayed) has already begun quite splendidly.
9/11/07 about halfway through the flight
this flight could not get any better. first i finished my book (mary higgins clark mystery, so it put me on edge and gave me an adrenaline rush). then, the next time i looked up, i saw that friends was on the screen. NO WAY! it was the one where they try to name all 50 states on thanksgiving.
shortly after the beginning part of the episode, dinner came around. a funny flight attendant offered me my choice of sandwiches and another flight attendant asked me what i wanted to drink. i kicked myself for not ordering wine earlier (come on, i'm on vacation! i should gotten my mini bottle of wine. but, i'm still under the impression that i'm too young for that. drinking is sitll illegal to me), so i asked for white wine this time.
so i LOLed at friends, enjoyed my bacon and egg sandwich and got a little tipsy on free wine. this whole trip is worth it if just for the flight.
9/11/07 at the airport in amsterdam
the amsterdam airport is dressed up for christmas! this makes me so giddy and happy. when i walked out of hte plane and saw the christmas lights, i lit up myself and i think i let out a gasp of joy. i had to bite my lip to keep my smile from taking over my whole face.
a few exceptional christmas songs slipped curiously on to my ipod without my knowing. i suspect that mr saint nick himself had something to do with this (or that tricky mal...). either way, i'm SO happy that elvis is singing blue christmas into my ears right now and amsterdam xmas lights are hanging all around.
this airport won't be a bad place spend 3 hours on my way home :-)
p.s. starbucks gingerbread lattes are here! one on the way home will be delightful.
9/11/07 on the plane to copenhagen
"the weather in copenhagen is a little more uhhhh...colder, a little more windier and a little more wetter." LOL. thanks, flight announcer. i like this guy. this trip (although delayed) has already begun quite splendidly.
9/11/07 about halfway through the flight
this flight could not get any better. first i finished my book (mary higgins clark mystery, so it put me on edge and gave me an adrenaline rush). then, the next time i looked up, i saw that friends was on the screen. NO WAY! it was the one where they try to name all 50 states on thanksgiving.
shortly after the beginning part of the episode, dinner came around. a funny flight attendant offered me my choice of sandwiches and another flight attendant asked me what i wanted to drink. i kicked myself for not ordering wine earlier (come on, i'm on vacation! i should gotten my mini bottle of wine. but, i'm still under the impression that i'm too young for that. drinking is sitll illegal to me), so i asked for white wine this time.
so i LOLed at friends, enjoyed my bacon and egg sandwich and got a little tipsy on free wine. this whole trip is worth it if just for the flight.
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