So, this year has had some major ups and downs. Making this my "year in review blog" is a simple term to which we can all agree. There is only so much time left in the year (and only so much sanity left in my body) to write this, and after having two screwdrivers, some pizza and a good laugh with my buddies, I believe this is the best time to pump out a blog. I know its been a while since I've updated you all on my wicket attempt at weight loss (I am basically at square one, or just a couple pounds less then where I started in the beginning), but the time has come to just take a moment to reflect upon the accomplishments big and small.
If we take a look back at January, I struggled a bit because I had some emotional tie ups with the ex. That lasted through February and March and a little smidge of April. In that time I got my motorcycle license! I learned how to ride a motorized bike, and it was pretty sweet! I'm still looking for the "right bike" and the right amount of money to purchase said "investment." Well, Thats all I really did in spring. I got a motorcycle license, ended a 4.5 year relationship, and met a new guy...? Don't forget scuba certification! I got that in May. Thats creeping into the summer zone though. Even still, its pretty amazing!
So, for the first half of Summer time I just worked, and I moved out of my apt, felt how it was like to be a bum and float on someone elses couch. This was also the beginning of my Single life. Oh how the mighty have fallen... I was SO comfortable I forgot what it was like to Work at relationships of any kind. Let that be a lesson to ye mateys. Don't let things get boring and bland. You might end up like me! A man who wants to marry you, and you have no clue where to go next other than single. Thats right folks! Had I stayed exactly where I was, I would be engaged or something crazy like that. HO-LY CRAP. Can you even imagine it? I kind of can, but not really with him :-/ Weird. ANYWAYS....
So Summer time was a little surreal for me. Dating someone new. Playing that "getting to know you" game, and sleeping on a couch... BUT WAIT!!! A magical plane took me away to Europe and I studied German, and learned a lot about myself and made some amazing friends that I wouldn't trade for the world! Thankfully they are all american and at most a few hours away. I grew closer to some other friends and farther away from others.
I don't feel like finishing this blog. I am going to write a new one (I started this about two weeks ago and lost my mojo).
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Runnin, Schoolin, Workin, Playin!
So as you all know, I have slacked off on my serial blogging. I'm a student, get off my nyuts. SO I've kinda been slacking on the whole running thing a bit too, but I can run a straight mile indoors... I'm still working on the whole outdoor bit. It is down to crunch time so Basically starting tomorrow I run every day. NO excuses. I am in serious training mode. Once the Race for the Cure is over with the next thing I am on full time training mode (after all of my "important" obligations are fulfilled) on Super Smash Bros Brawl. At my current state I will not win my epic showdown... I have improved but I WILL NOT lose my bet and buy my friend dinner. HELL NO. I have the drive, and the potential to whoop some serious ass. That's all I'm tryin to say.
Let me take you back to a time long, long ago... A time when things were happy and unaware (for me)... the 90's...
The facts are these:
I was a young girl of about 11ish years old. I was in Spokane, Washington doing some churchy stuff. My mom decided to take me out for a walk (no, I wasn't the first kid with a leash). What I didn't know was about to happen was that I was about to discover the cleverest man in the music business and name him one of my all time favorite singer/songwriter. So there we are... walking through the park when I hear the distant sound of Michael Jackson's "Bad" start floating through the air... I see a huge trailer and a man waddling out in a huge fatsuit. I'm thinking in my head "WHAT DISGRACE IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE HERE??!?!" and then much to my chagrin, a security guard comes and ushers us along... I keep wondering what is going on... and then I hear the song "Fat." Ever since that moment I have loved Weird Al Yankovitch with a special place in my heart that only the likes of Backstreet Boys and Journey and The Lonely Island have reached. Memorizing every song, watching all the poorly made videos I could... Well... I had no clue what was coming into my future.
Fast forward to 2010 (Worst year ever in my book)
I get off of work on a Saturday, and decide that its a nice day for a drive through downtown Austin. Lo and behold the traffic is WRETCHED. I get instantly irritated. I hate traffic. 4pm on a SATURDAY?! That was some serious road rage I was about to Hulk into. I managed to keep my cool and mosey on through it when I discovered the *reason* it was so bad. Fun Fun Fun Fest decided to drop in and spread over the downtown area. FTS. So I go hang out with a friend, and then the next day I find out some ground shaking bad news. Weird Al was there. I missed him. It was like a slap in the face. More like a tooth extraction with no numbing agent. I was horror stricken. THEN (oh yes it gets worse), I find out he was in San Antonio. Friends of mine actually went to his concert. WHY DIDN'T THEY TELL ME?!!? I was kind of irritated but se la vie.
Fast forward to 2011 (about two weeks ago).
My friend Amber posts about her nephew wanting to go see Weird Al, and I jumped all over that status update. I start doing research and find out that the stars will align on September 24th at 8pm in Austin, TX. The skies were about to open up and rain their glory down upon me. I was ready this time. I even contemplated driving way the hell away to Longview, TX if that wasn't going to work out for me. But it did. I went, I saw, and I conquored. I had the best time of my life that night. I ended up meeting some awesome people, running into some older acquaintances (other long story I might get into one day, but that day is not today) and having fun awkward moments. After the amazing show I totally put my groupie panties on and waited outside next to the tour bus. He never came out, but something else ALMOST as cool happened. The R2D2 that was in the show (the encore more specifically) came out the back door. I ran up to the man holding the controls and asked him if I could take a picture. I was SO happy. If I couldn't meet Weird Al, I at least got to meet a real live, WORKING R2D2. I'm probably the biggest Star Wars fan in my family... They may really enjoy it, but I LOVE IT. If I had to choose a movie to be stuck in, that series would totally be it. But not episodes I, II, or III cause those sucked balls.
All in all I got to meet some wonderful people (except one, because he said I had a clown car vagina, and only one friend is allowed to call me "whore" and only jokingly...) and I got a fantastic life experience. Last night made my life. Seriously. After all the failed attempts at seeing Weird Al, I finally got my happy ending. I guess now I should focus on the rest of my life since I havent got a big goal other than becoming rich. I should work on that...
Cutting this one short. An annoying girl is killing my writing mojo.She sounds like a hooker.
Let me take you back to a time long, long ago... A time when things were happy and unaware (for me)... the 90's...
The facts are these:
I was a young girl of about 11ish years old. I was in Spokane, Washington doing some churchy stuff. My mom decided to take me out for a walk (no, I wasn't the first kid with a leash). What I didn't know was about to happen was that I was about to discover the cleverest man in the music business and name him one of my all time favorite singer/songwriter. So there we are... walking through the park when I hear the distant sound of Michael Jackson's "Bad" start floating through the air... I see a huge trailer and a man waddling out in a huge fatsuit. I'm thinking in my head "WHAT DISGRACE IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE HERE??!?!" and then much to my chagrin, a security guard comes and ushers us along... I keep wondering what is going on... and then I hear the song "Fat." Ever since that moment I have loved Weird Al Yankovitch with a special place in my heart that only the likes of Backstreet Boys and Journey and The Lonely Island have reached. Memorizing every song, watching all the poorly made videos I could... Well... I had no clue what was coming into my future.
Fast forward to 2010 (Worst year ever in my book)
I get off of work on a Saturday, and decide that its a nice day for a drive through downtown Austin. Lo and behold the traffic is WRETCHED. I get instantly irritated. I hate traffic. 4pm on a SATURDAY?! That was some serious road rage I was about to Hulk into. I managed to keep my cool and mosey on through it when I discovered the *reason* it was so bad. Fun Fun Fun Fest decided to drop in and spread over the downtown area. FTS. So I go hang out with a friend, and then the next day I find out some ground shaking bad news. Weird Al was there. I missed him. It was like a slap in the face. More like a tooth extraction with no numbing agent. I was horror stricken. THEN (oh yes it gets worse), I find out he was in San Antonio. Friends of mine actually went to his concert. WHY DIDN'T THEY TELL ME?!!? I was kind of irritated but se la vie.
Fast forward to 2011 (about two weeks ago).
My friend Amber posts about her nephew wanting to go see Weird Al, and I jumped all over that status update. I start doing research and find out that the stars will align on September 24th at 8pm in Austin, TX. The skies were about to open up and rain their glory down upon me. I was ready this time. I even contemplated driving way the hell away to Longview, TX if that wasn't going to work out for me. But it did. I went, I saw, and I conquored. I had the best time of my life that night. I ended up meeting some awesome people, running into some older acquaintances (other long story I might get into one day, but that day is not today) and having fun awkward moments. After the amazing show I totally put my groupie panties on and waited outside next to the tour bus. He never came out, but something else ALMOST as cool happened. The R2D2 that was in the show (the encore more specifically) came out the back door. I ran up to the man holding the controls and asked him if I could take a picture. I was SO happy. If I couldn't meet Weird Al, I at least got to meet a real live, WORKING R2D2. I'm probably the biggest Star Wars fan in my family... They may really enjoy it, but I LOVE IT. If I had to choose a movie to be stuck in, that series would totally be it. But not episodes I, II, or III cause those sucked balls.
All in all I got to meet some wonderful people (except one, because he said I had a clown car vagina, and only one friend is allowed to call me "whore" and only jokingly...) and I got a fantastic life experience. Last night made my life. Seriously. After all the failed attempts at seeing Weird Al, I finally got my happy ending. I guess now I should focus on the rest of my life since I havent got a big goal other than becoming rich. I should work on that...
Cutting this one short. An annoying girl is killing my writing mojo.She sounds like a hooker.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
silverlight
This is the first entry to my psych journal of aging and adulthood:
#1
When speaking about developmental changes today, I can only think about my own “significant” developments in my own life. Yes I went through puberty, no I have not really dealt with any significant deaths in my family (although soon I will and I fear it). Just the other day at the ripe old age of Twenty Three years old I discovered my first grey hair. So many things ran through my head. The first thing that came to mind was how I am cursing my father for the crap genes he dealt me. Obviously it could not have been my mother because she didn’t start getting greys well into her thirties. The next thing that ran through my head was “I need to get rid of it.” It was right up front where I part my hair. It was just a lonely little sprout not even an inch long, but when I stared at myself for that split moment in the bathroom that night I instantly saw it. My brown hair has started to diminish into what is easily my only fear about aging. I can deal with the wrinkles, the “number” getting bigger and bigger, and all the horrible things associated with getting old. The one thing I expected to not change is the only thing that is changing. I quickly ran over the numbers in my head about how much it would cost to dye my hair on a semi-regular basis. As I am still in college this is not quite in my budget. I planned on doing vain things and not hiding my only fear. I should embrace my changing body and enjoy aging, but it seems that I have put way too much stress on my body and have doomed myself to a lifetime of hair salons and dye. I’ve lived a lifetime in my short years on this earth and if I keep the same pace that I’m going I will have at least two more lifetimes to live. I am going to have a full head of silver when I am 40 at the rate I am going. I always thought that when people obsessed over grey hairs were silly, and here I am joining in on the circus. I wish L’Oreal made my exact shade of brown so that at least I could just buy a box, but I love my hair too much to damage it with the crappy color from a box. All in all when the greys start showing up more than one at a time I will be ready for them with my hairdresser. When I was a kid I was always dying to grow up, Now that I am grown up I never thought I would be dyeing to stay young.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Genau.
So I went running outside. I like this concept of running outside. Its just that even at 8am its too stupid hot. My last weigh in was a bit higher than my pre summer weight, but I assume the couple pounds was from going to europe eating great food and exercising A LOT and then coming back to america with shitty food and exercising far less. If I did a run walk of 5 miles every day I would be keeping up with my Vienna regime. I actually quite miss Europe. Other than the crazy high costs of everything I miss hearing german and communicating in a different language. I actually go around work speaking german and they get mad at me cause they have no clue what I'm saying. Its nothing bad though.
Classes are going steady, I'm very excited about my class today. Magic, ritual and religion is quite the controversial subject apparently. I can see why though. My professor is hilarious, but has ZERO faith. I find it quite funny the way he compares and contrasts things. This semester I actually have a friend in a class and I don't need to make any new ones! Its very nice. Yesterday my adulthood and aging professor recognized me. I kind of hope he just recognizes me from being in his class and not because of the journal I wrote for his last class. I'm looking forward to the journaling this semester though. I get to write an epic one about my lone gray hair. Someone actually had the nerve to tell me I had a second. I inspected it and its actually a blonde hair. So obviously that one is starting to go out, BUT I totally claim sun bleaching on that one.
Until we meet again!
Classes are going steady, I'm very excited about my class today. Magic, ritual and religion is quite the controversial subject apparently. I can see why though. My professor is hilarious, but has ZERO faith. I find it quite funny the way he compares and contrasts things. This semester I actually have a friend in a class and I don't need to make any new ones! Its very nice. Yesterday my adulthood and aging professor recognized me. I kind of hope he just recognizes me from being in his class and not because of the journal I wrote for his last class. I'm looking forward to the journaling this semester though. I get to write an epic one about my lone gray hair. Someone actually had the nerve to tell me I had a second. I inspected it and its actually a blonde hair. So obviously that one is starting to go out, BUT I totally claim sun bleaching on that one.
Until we meet again!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Back on the blogwagon
Now that I am home again in the land of delicious goodies let me regale you with tales of my recent comings and goings!
Step one: get back on USA/Texas time! Yeah, that was an easy one. I was so exhausted when I got back. I couldn't even keep my eyes open the car ride home and then I couldn't even talk right. I started saying something about a song like "it has a lot of words." Made absolutely no sense at all.
Step two: move into APARTMENT! Yeah, I've been dying for that one to happen, and it did. and there was drama of course!
step three: Date. What an interesting world...
step four: WORK A LOT. I even managed to get 2 hours of overtime on my last paycheck. HOW that happened is beyond me. But I'm not complainin about the payrate :-p
step five: SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. I just finished my first "week" back to school. I think the hardest thing is going to be going to bed by midnight every night (obviously failing right now).
step six: EXERCISE! Since I'm back home, established in my new place of residence, my head is on straight (I've managed to keep it from spinning off and spewing pea soup for a long time now) its time to legit train for that 5k I keep yammering on about. I already started the running process. As far as running every day I'm failing, but I am still on a positive note.
Volunteer work: I started volunteering at a home for restricted income elderly. If anybody has anything nifty that could be used as a bingo prizes (pretty much anything gently used or looks like new, or is new would be awesome), halloween decorations, art supplies, ect. I accept any and all creative help as well. This isn't a home for the old and decrepit, just the old :)
Step one: get back on USA/Texas time! Yeah, that was an easy one. I was so exhausted when I got back. I couldn't even keep my eyes open the car ride home and then I couldn't even talk right. I started saying something about a song like "it has a lot of words." Made absolutely no sense at all.
Step two: move into APARTMENT! Yeah, I've been dying for that one to happen, and it did. and there was drama of course!
step three: Date. What an interesting world...
step four: WORK A LOT. I even managed to get 2 hours of overtime on my last paycheck. HOW that happened is beyond me. But I'm not complainin about the payrate :-p
step five: SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. I just finished my first "week" back to school. I think the hardest thing is going to be going to bed by midnight every night (obviously failing right now).
step six: EXERCISE! Since I'm back home, established in my new place of residence, my head is on straight (I've managed to keep it from spinning off and spewing pea soup for a long time now) its time to legit train for that 5k I keep yammering on about. I already started the running process. As far as running every day I'm failing, but I am still on a positive note.
Volunteer work: I started volunteering at a home for restricted income elderly. If anybody has anything nifty that could be used as a bingo prizes (pretty much anything gently used or looks like new, or is new would be awesome), halloween decorations, art supplies, ect. I accept any and all creative help as well. This isn't a home for the old and decrepit, just the old :)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Your mom is a photovoltaic module.
So here goes. Last I updated everybody through sunday? Its been a whole nother week!!! Holy cow!!! I can hardly remember what happened between then and now but thats mainly because I've done so much awesome stuff that I can't even process all that info!
So here we go, an attempt at my weekly recap:
Monday:
On monday there was school as usual. We bitched about the shenanigans from the weekend and then moved on. I don't really know what I did in the middle of the day, honestly it couldn't have been that amazing cause I don't remember it at all. BUT that night... We did some Trivia night! I'm excited to say we came in 4/5 BUT We also had best name. What was our team name? WELL one of the trivia questions was "what is a photovoltaic module?" the answer is Solar cell. So I had the clever idea of saying our team name should be "your mom is a photovoltaic module" and she loved that so we won 10E regardless. Pretty sweet. So we will go back this coming monday and try our luck again!
Tuesday:
All I could think about was HARRY POTTER. Seriously. I was actually sick that day. Couldn't hardly get out of bed. It was awful. So I slept through class (the first and hopefully only day I miss) and then met up with Emily. So we went to MariaHilferStrasse on the search for two things. The dept store where I found my Dirndl and an electronics store where we could find fans. Its pretty nasty out here when you can't enjoy central air in ANY BUILDING in this city. Seriously they don't believe in it or something. So we came across the Dirndl store, and then I tried on two to show E which dresses I was torn between. I ended up getting the cheaper one which ended up being 99E instead of 129. So I just saved myself 30E!! wooop! That was nice. I'm going to be wearing it to class one of these days but I want to do it on a day thats not so hot. Today was actually kind of cold but it was rainy and gross too. So thats no fun. My time will come. Afterwards we went and found the fan store. I dropped another 8 euro there and got my good nights sleep all settled. Then we went back to the Studentenheim (dorms) and I set up my fan and took a damn nap. I felt like death and I had a premier to go to that night. HARRY POTTER! So I wake up around 8. Get ready to go, meet our group in the lobby and head out. It was hella fun. We get to the theater and they have assigned seats (which is totally weird) and we got our tickets in advance so we were good to go. Nobody even checked our tickets, so I have two fully intact tickets from my HP Experience. All day that we were out I took pics of every single harry potter poster I found. I think I might have posted pictures of them as well... whatever though. The movie was way better than I could have hoped for. I honestly thought it would be utter crap since the others were. But as time went on the movies got better thankfully. Now when I get back to the states I get to re-read the entire series and I will be done with the obsessive Harry Potter part of my life. Ach so.
WEDNESDAY!
I somehow made it to class after a long night and getting home at 2:30 in the morning. Went through the motions there, and I really have no idea What I am doing in class right now. I somehow skate through, turn in some homework, and bumble through the rest of it. Who really knows if I'm learning anything at all! I feel like I've learned more chatting online with people who speak horrible english because it forces me to use german and I can use google translate for the words I don't know. I don't really remember much of wednesday. I'm gonna have to look back at my photos to get a recap... AH YES. That night I did laundry! By hand... in my sink... I'm seriously gonna get down in front of my washing machine when I get back to the states and pray to it. I will never take that machine for granted ever again! I think I took a nap on Wednesday but I'm not totally sure. Its kind of a blur. I got some gelato for sure though. That was a slow day that week.
Thursday:
So on thursday we had school as per usual, and then after school we had a "required" outing with our professor. I kind of skipped the one on tuesday because I felt like death, and I was semi protesting... But I went along on the one for Thursday cause it was looking like it was going to be pretty super fun/awesome. We ended up going to BEETHOVENS HOUSE! It was pretty fun. Afterwards we went to a restaurant that Beethoven frequented. The food was good so I can totally see why he went there all the time. After that we went to visit Schoenbrunn palace. It was quite beautiful. We were going to go in the mazes but they closed before we got there. We went back to the studentenheim and we were just kind of boring the rest of the night.
Okay I'll catch up from friday to monday night on the next blog-zilla :) TTYL peepers.
So here we go, an attempt at my weekly recap:
Monday:
On monday there was school as usual. We bitched about the shenanigans from the weekend and then moved on. I don't really know what I did in the middle of the day, honestly it couldn't have been that amazing cause I don't remember it at all. BUT that night... We did some Trivia night! I'm excited to say we came in 4/5 BUT We also had best name. What was our team name? WELL one of the trivia questions was "what is a photovoltaic module?" the answer is Solar cell. So I had the clever idea of saying our team name should be "your mom is a photovoltaic module" and she loved that so we won 10E regardless. Pretty sweet. So we will go back this coming monday and try our luck again!
Tuesday:
All I could think about was HARRY POTTER. Seriously. I was actually sick that day. Couldn't hardly get out of bed. It was awful. So I slept through class (the first and hopefully only day I miss) and then met up with Emily. So we went to MariaHilferStrasse on the search for two things. The dept store where I found my Dirndl and an electronics store where we could find fans. Its pretty nasty out here when you can't enjoy central air in ANY BUILDING in this city. Seriously they don't believe in it or something. So we came across the Dirndl store, and then I tried on two to show E which dresses I was torn between. I ended up getting the cheaper one which ended up being 99E instead of 129. So I just saved myself 30E!! wooop! That was nice. I'm going to be wearing it to class one of these days but I want to do it on a day thats not so hot. Today was actually kind of cold but it was rainy and gross too. So thats no fun. My time will come. Afterwards we went and found the fan store. I dropped another 8 euro there and got my good nights sleep all settled. Then we went back to the Studentenheim (dorms) and I set up my fan and took a damn nap. I felt like death and I had a premier to go to that night. HARRY POTTER! So I wake up around 8. Get ready to go, meet our group in the lobby and head out. It was hella fun. We get to the theater and they have assigned seats (which is totally weird) and we got our tickets in advance so we were good to go. Nobody even checked our tickets, so I have two fully intact tickets from my HP Experience. All day that we were out I took pics of every single harry potter poster I found. I think I might have posted pictures of them as well... whatever though. The movie was way better than I could have hoped for. I honestly thought it would be utter crap since the others were. But as time went on the movies got better thankfully. Now when I get back to the states I get to re-read the entire series and I will be done with the obsessive Harry Potter part of my life. Ach so.
WEDNESDAY!
I somehow made it to class after a long night and getting home at 2:30 in the morning. Went through the motions there, and I really have no idea What I am doing in class right now. I somehow skate through, turn in some homework, and bumble through the rest of it. Who really knows if I'm learning anything at all! I feel like I've learned more chatting online with people who speak horrible english because it forces me to use german and I can use google translate for the words I don't know. I don't really remember much of wednesday. I'm gonna have to look back at my photos to get a recap... AH YES. That night I did laundry! By hand... in my sink... I'm seriously gonna get down in front of my washing machine when I get back to the states and pray to it. I will never take that machine for granted ever again! I think I took a nap on Wednesday but I'm not totally sure. Its kind of a blur. I got some gelato for sure though. That was a slow day that week.
Thursday:
So on thursday we had school as per usual, and then after school we had a "required" outing with our professor. I kind of skipped the one on tuesday because I felt like death, and I was semi protesting... But I went along on the one for Thursday cause it was looking like it was going to be pretty super fun/awesome. We ended up going to BEETHOVENS HOUSE! It was pretty fun. Afterwards we went to a restaurant that Beethoven frequented. The food was good so I can totally see why he went there all the time. After that we went to visit Schoenbrunn palace. It was quite beautiful. We were going to go in the mazes but they closed before we got there. We went back to the studentenheim and we were just kind of boring the rest of the night.
Okay I'll catch up from friday to monday night on the next blog-zilla :) TTYL peepers.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Ich liebe dich, aber...
SO... I actually had someone demand to know what happened on Saturday so after some long thinking Here was Sammstag in detail:
Saturday:
So after a night of drinking and having insane amounts of fun, I awoke at 7:30 to get my ass ready for a long educational/interesting day! I had high hopes and I must say about 75% of those hopes were met. Nothing ever goes exactly how you want it to but things can still work out for the best? That sentence makes no sense...
So at 8 my buddy comes in my room (I totally forgot to lock the door last night, drunkeness will do that to a person, also getting to talk to friends who are a huge distraction in your life can do that too) and says "HEY!!! YOU ARE A MINUTE LATE AND PROF IS WORRIED! He texted me that morning so I don't know why he was freaking out. We were on time to *almost* everything. I know my contempt is oozing all over my keyboard, but I'm trying very hard to write this exactly as it happened and not pollute my blog with opinions all over this posting... So once we all gathered in the lobby we went aus dem haus and to the U-Bahn station. Hop a train and then we go the wrong way on the next train. Leadership skills were kind of lacking but in defense it was 8am and a late night. I still had at least half of last nights alcohol pulsing through my system anyways. So we finally get to the OBB (train station) and then we got our tickets and I got a gatorade. It was time to start putting the electrolytes back into my body cause I didn't want to feel super shitty later. Haha, I should have drinken more than one. So 9AM rolls around and we get on the train. I had serious concerns about the train because I'm paranoid about getting on the wrong one. I was armed with my readyness to be thrown off the train and was being a negative nancy, or debbie downer whichever you prefer. But once the ticketmeister came through and didn't throw us off I had no more angst.
So we arrived in Melk after a nice nap and some laughs on the train. We get out and the city/town (whatever) was a really beautiful place. Gorgeous in fact! I loved every minute of it. Well, the only part I didn't love was that my prof said flippy floppies would be totally kosher, and then we had to walk up a giant hill. That part wasn't fun. My feet hurt. But the view and the tour of the Cloister Abbey was really really really beautiful. It was designed in the style of Baroque and since they were so broke back then, only 8lbs of gold was used in the entire Abbey. Things were made quite cheaply, but effectively. It was amazing. Breathtaking! We toured the whole thing and I even got to sit through about a minute of noon prayers. We got some amazing photos, and the main church was the most amazing thing I have seen. So many colors, so many breathtaking sights! I seriously can't even believe how awesome it was. I did get a little grumpy though when I was shooed out of Afternoon prayers to be ushered out and off to lunch, but I guess it was for the greater good. The lunch I ate was super delicious and I even snapped some pics of it! The walk down the hill wasn't the best walk, and nobody was giving us any information. We were trying to find a place to eat that was "reasonable" and at that point we just got frustrated because everybody was hungry, hot, sweaty, and grumpy. So when we finally got some little bit of info and we walked to a restaurant that was actually kinda expensive I didn't care what the price is, so I just grumped out and pulled a toddler and just said "I'm eating here, with you or without you."
So after we ate lunch there was a mini rush to the Boat. On my way to the boat you know what I did. I sang "I'm on a boat" by Lonely Island. I was able to entertain a few folks so it was totally worth it. I never thought I'd be on a boat... On a big blue watery road. But yeah, its all good. So we get to the ticket line, half our group already has tickets and then we find out "oh, scramble time! boat leaves in 10 minutes! get your shit and run!" Then we find out that we ran to go stand in a 20 minute line. How exciting. So all panic aside, we made it on the boat, and old people WILL trample you. Especially if you are young. So we get on the boat, and we see some castles, and fancy looking homes. Some naked people and speed boats. Just a normal day at the river I guess! Took more photos of all the lovely things. We arrive at destination. Destination: town of doom. I really don't know what the name of the place was. At that point I was tired and grumpy. I just wanted to get on the train out to Vienna. But whats that? its a 20 minute walk to the Bahnhof, and lookie there... 5 minutes til the next train leaves. I was stuck in this town for 2 hours too long. I was on the edge of reason, walked next to some child that was tooting her recorder at the highest possible pitch for 10 minutes straight... Then we are walking in the heat getting sweatier and nastier. We finally gather and decide on going to some place the professor wants to go to. So we clamber up a hill only to find out that the place is C-L-O-S-E-D. Someone said it was closed for the summer. At this point my eye was probably bulging out of my face. I was angry, my feet hurt, and then we still had to wait for the train. We ended up at some brau haus and we ate there which temporarily relieved me of my frustration and irritations. It kind of felt like it was a domino effect. One thing right after the other. At least there was the train ride back. That was actually really fun.
So when we left the brau haus (I had a fanta, I drank out of stress and it made me feel besser) I was on a mission. I led the group quickly and quietly to the train. Stayed at the front... I knew that if I fell to the middle of the group I would just start gaining that sensation of becoming Liam Neeson. So I just kept my mouth shut and trudged ahead with my trusty sidekick :) We started getting delirious from the tired-ocity and started laughing about all the stupid shit thats been happening. Why not? Gotta go and brush your shoulders off. So we get to the train station, and we wait. In the sun. With some inconsiderate smoker smoking all over us. Who cares... almost there. So, the train arrives and I happily grab a seat, and then the delirium really starts to set in.
So we are sitting there, and I'm gazing out the window and we are flying past a ton of crops. So I start naming them. CORN. CORN. SPINACH. SUNFLOWERS!!! and that would just repeat itself over and over again. I grew silent then the sunflowers started popping up a lot more often. I started singing to them. "Sunflowers you make meh so happeh!!" Serious delirium setting in. But all in all the giggles in the train made things seem a little bit better. Towards the end of our ride some dirty frenchmen got on the train. They were creeping on one of my classmates and I was watching them the whole time. So being me I started talking to them. "What are you doing?" he claimed he wanted to see what was in the next seat and that it was very nice. They said I was very nice too. not that I would give two shits what they thought. They conversed with me because apparently I was the leader. They said "what are you doing here?" and I was telling them we were just travelling for a week, I was from california and that I was headed to germany next. Oh the lies that come spewing out of my mouth. I don't appreciate dirty frenchmen that creep on my buddies so obviously I am protecting all of us. I wanted to tell them they needed to thank us for saving their smelly country from the Nazis, but I figured not starting an international incident would be the best policy.
After we got to our stop I sprung off the train and ran to the subway. We got off at our stop and went into our respective rooms. I decided to dump my photos onto the computer. Do everything like I normally do. oh, but wait... Something weird happened. The program froze. I check everything, and the scariest words come up that could possibly come up during a photo dump. PROGRAM NOT RESPONDING. I did everything I could. I even tried to recover my damaged data. They were gone. all 150 photos were just GONE. That was the icing on the cake. Thats where I really lost it and started crying. I will go through hell and back as long as I can take photos, but when my one souvenir gets taken from me, ripped from my hands... Thats it. I cracked. So now, I renounce my dell products and microsoft. I will sell them when I get back to the states and I will purchase a macbook. Sorry PC. That was the straw that broke the camels back. You just ruined my day. I could have said it was just a rollercoaster of emotions and ended on a high note, but no, you had to go and make sure my day turned to utter shit. Its time to upgrayedd.
But yes. A serious lack of knowing what the hell was going on was gnawing on me for a long time, but the loss of my precious photos was about the last thing I could handle. I can't deal with that. Hell to the naw. Talking to my friends back home did seriously help me put my head back on straight, and one even managed to make me laugh. But now all I can do is steal photos from other peoples albums. and post them like they were mine...
Das ist alles.
Alyssa
Saturday:
So after a night of drinking and having insane amounts of fun, I awoke at 7:30 to get my ass ready for a long educational/interesting day! I had high hopes and I must say about 75% of those hopes were met. Nothing ever goes exactly how you want it to but things can still work out for the best? That sentence makes no sense...
So at 8 my buddy comes in my room (I totally forgot to lock the door last night, drunkeness will do that to a person, also getting to talk to friends who are a huge distraction in your life can do that too) and says "HEY!!! YOU ARE A MINUTE LATE AND PROF IS WORRIED! He texted me that morning so I don't know why he was freaking out. We were on time to *almost* everything. I know my contempt is oozing all over my keyboard, but I'm trying very hard to write this exactly as it happened and not pollute my blog with opinions all over this posting... So once we all gathered in the lobby we went aus dem haus and to the U-Bahn station. Hop a train and then we go the wrong way on the next train. Leadership skills were kind of lacking but in defense it was 8am and a late night. I still had at least half of last nights alcohol pulsing through my system anyways. So we finally get to the OBB (train station) and then we got our tickets and I got a gatorade. It was time to start putting the electrolytes back into my body cause I didn't want to feel super shitty later. Haha, I should have drinken more than one. So 9AM rolls around and we get on the train. I had serious concerns about the train because I'm paranoid about getting on the wrong one. I was armed with my readyness to be thrown off the train and was being a negative nancy, or debbie downer whichever you prefer. But once the ticketmeister came through and didn't throw us off I had no more angst.
So we arrived in Melk after a nice nap and some laughs on the train. We get out and the city/town (whatever) was a really beautiful place. Gorgeous in fact! I loved every minute of it. Well, the only part I didn't love was that my prof said flippy floppies would be totally kosher, and then we had to walk up a giant hill. That part wasn't fun. My feet hurt. But the view and the tour of the Cloister Abbey was really really really beautiful. It was designed in the style of Baroque and since they were so broke back then, only 8lbs of gold was used in the entire Abbey. Things were made quite cheaply, but effectively. It was amazing. Breathtaking! We toured the whole thing and I even got to sit through about a minute of noon prayers. We got some amazing photos, and the main church was the most amazing thing I have seen. So many colors, so many breathtaking sights! I seriously can't even believe how awesome it was. I did get a little grumpy though when I was shooed out of Afternoon prayers to be ushered out and off to lunch, but I guess it was for the greater good. The lunch I ate was super delicious and I even snapped some pics of it! The walk down the hill wasn't the best walk, and nobody was giving us any information. We were trying to find a place to eat that was "reasonable" and at that point we just got frustrated because everybody was hungry, hot, sweaty, and grumpy. So when we finally got some little bit of info and we walked to a restaurant that was actually kinda expensive I didn't care what the price is, so I just grumped out and pulled a toddler and just said "I'm eating here, with you or without you."
So after we ate lunch there was a mini rush to the Boat. On my way to the boat you know what I did. I sang "I'm on a boat" by Lonely Island. I was able to entertain a few folks so it was totally worth it. I never thought I'd be on a boat... On a big blue watery road. But yeah, its all good. So we get to the ticket line, half our group already has tickets and then we find out "oh, scramble time! boat leaves in 10 minutes! get your shit and run!" Then we find out that we ran to go stand in a 20 minute line. How exciting. So all panic aside, we made it on the boat, and old people WILL trample you. Especially if you are young. So we get on the boat, and we see some castles, and fancy looking homes. Some naked people and speed boats. Just a normal day at the river I guess! Took more photos of all the lovely things. We arrive at destination. Destination: town of doom. I really don't know what the name of the place was. At that point I was tired and grumpy. I just wanted to get on the train out to Vienna. But whats that? its a 20 minute walk to the Bahnhof, and lookie there... 5 minutes til the next train leaves. I was stuck in this town for 2 hours too long. I was on the edge of reason, walked next to some child that was tooting her recorder at the highest possible pitch for 10 minutes straight... Then we are walking in the heat getting sweatier and nastier. We finally gather and decide on going to some place the professor wants to go to. So we clamber up a hill only to find out that the place is C-L-O-S-E-D. Someone said it was closed for the summer. At this point my eye was probably bulging out of my face. I was angry, my feet hurt, and then we still had to wait for the train. We ended up at some brau haus and we ate there which temporarily relieved me of my frustration and irritations. It kind of felt like it was a domino effect. One thing right after the other. At least there was the train ride back. That was actually really fun.
So when we left the brau haus (I had a fanta, I drank out of stress and it made me feel besser) I was on a mission. I led the group quickly and quietly to the train. Stayed at the front... I knew that if I fell to the middle of the group I would just start gaining that sensation of becoming Liam Neeson. So I just kept my mouth shut and trudged ahead with my trusty sidekick :) We started getting delirious from the tired-ocity and started laughing about all the stupid shit thats been happening. Why not? Gotta go and brush your shoulders off. So we get to the train station, and we wait. In the sun. With some inconsiderate smoker smoking all over us. Who cares... almost there. So, the train arrives and I happily grab a seat, and then the delirium really starts to set in.
So we are sitting there, and I'm gazing out the window and we are flying past a ton of crops. So I start naming them. CORN. CORN. SPINACH. SUNFLOWERS!!! and that would just repeat itself over and over again. I grew silent then the sunflowers started popping up a lot more often. I started singing to them. "Sunflowers you make meh so happeh!!" Serious delirium setting in. But all in all the giggles in the train made things seem a little bit better. Towards the end of our ride some dirty frenchmen got on the train. They were creeping on one of my classmates and I was watching them the whole time. So being me I started talking to them. "What are you doing?" he claimed he wanted to see what was in the next seat and that it was very nice. They said I was very nice too. not that I would give two shits what they thought. They conversed with me because apparently I was the leader. They said "what are you doing here?" and I was telling them we were just travelling for a week, I was from california and that I was headed to germany next. Oh the lies that come spewing out of my mouth. I don't appreciate dirty frenchmen that creep on my buddies so obviously I am protecting all of us. I wanted to tell them they needed to thank us for saving their smelly country from the Nazis, but I figured not starting an international incident would be the best policy.
After we got to our stop I sprung off the train and ran to the subway. We got off at our stop and went into our respective rooms. I decided to dump my photos onto the computer. Do everything like I normally do. oh, but wait... Something weird happened. The program froze. I check everything, and the scariest words come up that could possibly come up during a photo dump. PROGRAM NOT RESPONDING. I did everything I could. I even tried to recover my damaged data. They were gone. all 150 photos were just GONE. That was the icing on the cake. Thats where I really lost it and started crying. I will go through hell and back as long as I can take photos, but when my one souvenir gets taken from me, ripped from my hands... Thats it. I cracked. So now, I renounce my dell products and microsoft. I will sell them when I get back to the states and I will purchase a macbook. Sorry PC. That was the straw that broke the camels back. You just ruined my day. I could have said it was just a rollercoaster of emotions and ended on a high note, but no, you had to go and make sure my day turned to utter shit. Its time to upgrayedd.
But yes. A serious lack of knowing what the hell was going on was gnawing on me for a long time, but the loss of my precious photos was about the last thing I could handle. I can't deal with that. Hell to the naw. Talking to my friends back home did seriously help me put my head back on straight, and one even managed to make me laugh. But now all I can do is steal photos from other peoples albums. and post them like they were mine...
Das ist alles.
Alyssa
America, Fuck yeah!
I must apologize for leaving you all in the dust in my last blog. A lot has happened since the last update. Like July 4th!!! I didn't really tell you about it yet so here are the low down and dirty details :D
Monday:
So on the 4th was my first day of Class here in Wein. It was pretty easy, and I was a little exhausted from straining to understand the teacher. She only spoke german to us. No other language. Ugh. What a day! Anywho... We went out and bought tickets for Harry Potter 7.1 and 7.2 Double feature. I'm so terribly excited its going to kill me. The 12th is almost here. Seriously. I get to see it before AMERICA!! yayay~! SOOOO on America day I rounded up all the Americans in the Studentenheim and we all went out to a bar to celebrate! Well the original bar I chose was total crap so we just went down the street to the Austrailian bar we went to the night before because it was literally just half a block away. TURNS OUT it was trivia night. We all know how much I love trivia right? I fucking love it. I love trivia more than Hitler wanted a master race. Seriously I love it. I'm filled with useless knowledge. Well today it wasn't so useless! All in all we came in second place. We lost by half a fucking point. Luckily we lost to an American team. I would not stand for some Austrian to win my money. It was a 2Euro buy in and we get a free shot at the end of the game. Half a point... seriously!?!?!? The question that totally fucked us? "of the original 13 colonies, which was the first to abolish slavery?" Do you know? Its Pennsylvania. We put Massachusetts. Curse you Amish land! We still won 20 Euro that we have every intention to invest into next Monday. Like hell I'm not gonna go back and throw down some serious trivia action. I'm gonna win. Whats the winning pot like? Well America day it was at about 1500 euro. Thats some serious dough. That would have sent me sky diving... That would have bought me an extra nice Dirndyl.Oh well. No more focusing on the could haves, now to focus on winning this coming monday to lay some serious smack down. Our team name was "America, Fuck yeah!" and we almost saved the day.
Tuesday:
I honestly can't remember what happened on tuesday. We went to class, and did some stuff. After class we went to Mariahilferstrasse. It was crazy there. I only had an hour to find a pillow, cause these pillows in our rooms are about the worst things I've ever slept on since the history of ever. The bed is comfy but has ZERO support from the pillow. We walked around and found some police to ask where to go. The police force out here (Polizei) are super yummy looking. For serious. Found a pillow shop and I dropped 20 Euro on a foam neck pillow. That night I had my way with that pillow. I made it my bitch and I slept sooooooo good. But after I made my purchase we went to the museum of Wein. Or more commonly referred to as Wein Museum. The bottom floor was mostly about Medieval Wein and the only super cool thing I saw were these death masks/helmets and sheilds. They were pretty badass. Other than that its nothing I havent seen before in other museums. THEN on the second floor right when you walk in there is this striking painting done of one of the Kaiserin. It was magnanimous. I seriously stared at that painting for over 20 minutes. There was a whole floor of other stuff to see but THAT was the one thing that amazed me. The insane detail, the shadows and light, the amazing dress and lifelike quality of the woman in the painting. Then there was the creepy painting of her kid up above her. Creepy baby photo I like to call it... I was captivated by it like if you stare at Vigo too long or something. Might become possessed by a demonic painting and try to take over the city of New York. I think that was a different situation though... Afterwards everybody split up and did their own thing. I ended up going with a few out to a Vegan pub. That was an adventure in itself. I don't mind drinking there but like hell if I'm ever gonna eat there again. It tasted okay but the post traumatic event that followed was unpleasant to say the least. I had a few beers with the homies and peaced out.
Wednesday:
Started my day with some coffee and a muffin from starbucks. Total cost? 7 euro. Thats about 12 dollars. for a fucking frapp and muffin. WTF mate... Everything is about the same cost here, but the dollar to euro ratio kind of sucks. Went to class and then about 30 minutes before it was over, that Vegan food saught its horrid revenge. I was able to stay strong during the whole way home, but oh was I in pain. I walked slow, had this mutant look on my face like I was going to die (it sure felt like it). I'm just gonna say... garlic farts. It was like the scene from alien when the alien was coming out of the guys stomach. After that it was all kosher and I felt great. I even went out to somewhere with some folks. A few broke off to go to a strip club and wound up paying 16 Euro for two beers. Which beer? Corona. What a rip off. The rest of us just chilled out and had pizza, and walked around. It was an early night. Good night too. Some weird guy in the lobby complimented my eyeshadow that night. He said "I like your eyeshadow, its very elegant." First thing that jumped to mind "is he gay or something?" No man has ever said anything about my makeup before. Let alone thats the first thing someone says to me upon meeting them. I told him would even say anything like that. Seriously weird. But thanks. Weirdo.
Thursday:
Another day another Euro... Went to school in the morning and then kind of just chilled out a bit. I don't really remember doing much around town and I didn't go out that night. We did stop by the bunni+casino in the subway station. It was very unimpressive. After school we went on a walking tour of the ringstrasse stuff in the museum district. It was very educational and informative. We ended up seeing Motzart statue, and Goethe statue, and took some pics with my homeboy Freud. We were everywhere that day. After that we were all so exhausted that we went back to the studentenheim and I watched a movie with my PIC and slept through most of Sex and the City. I woke up at my favorite part though so its all good. After that I got to chat with some folks back in the good ol USA and stayed up til 2AM here. Which rolled into friday.
Friday: TGIF. School was kind of dumb easy today and we had a sub. Moseyed around and then friday night happened. It was such a fuper sun time. We went to the "Bermuda triangle" and "got lost" but in reality we knew where we were the whole time. The bars, the nightlife, the scene... totally for me. I had a blast there. I even drank beer. As of jetzt I have three more weeks and I plan on exploring the nightlife as well as the daytime. That night we drank a ton, got schnappfaced and had a blast. We ran into a batchelor party at one point and then we had drunk pizza. I may or may not have stolen a mug from a bar. I mean, I'm not totally sure how that giant mug ended up in my purse but its mine now ;) We got home by 3 and I went to bed at 4 and then I woke up at 7:30 the next morning for one of the most awesome places/stressfull days I've had thus far.
Saturday gets its own blog. I have to let things simmer before I write a scathing review.
Sunday: So I woke up at noon. I slept A LOT. Then I went out to hopefully buy my Dirndl but that was a wash. Can't buy anything except food on Sundays. What is with this city?! Don't you want my money?!?!?! Oh well. So we got some noodles and I went into the Catacombs under Stephansdom. It was very cool down there. Both interesting and temperature. That was my favorite part because there is no such thing as AC out here. nobody uses it. Just pop a window open and move along. Its hot and sweaty every day. But yeah. There were signs that say no photography, and the guide said no photography... but does that ever stop me? No, it just impairs the quality of my photos. It was really dark so the ones you see on FB will be blurry and I will have to explain each blur to you.
BUT NOW WE ARE CAUGHT UP!!!! HUZZAH! Except for the good the bad and the ugly that happened on saturday.
Auf Wiedersehen!
Monday:
So on the 4th was my first day of Class here in Wein. It was pretty easy, and I was a little exhausted from straining to understand the teacher. She only spoke german to us. No other language. Ugh. What a day! Anywho... We went out and bought tickets for Harry Potter 7.1 and 7.2 Double feature. I'm so terribly excited its going to kill me. The 12th is almost here. Seriously. I get to see it before AMERICA!! yayay~! SOOOO on America day I rounded up all the Americans in the Studentenheim and we all went out to a bar to celebrate! Well the original bar I chose was total crap so we just went down the street to the Austrailian bar we went to the night before because it was literally just half a block away. TURNS OUT it was trivia night. We all know how much I love trivia right? I fucking love it. I love trivia more than Hitler wanted a master race. Seriously I love it. I'm filled with useless knowledge. Well today it wasn't so useless! All in all we came in second place. We lost by half a fucking point. Luckily we lost to an American team. I would not stand for some Austrian to win my money. It was a 2Euro buy in and we get a free shot at the end of the game. Half a point... seriously!?!?!? The question that totally fucked us? "of the original 13 colonies, which was the first to abolish slavery?" Do you know? Its Pennsylvania. We put Massachusetts. Curse you Amish land! We still won 20 Euro that we have every intention to invest into next Monday. Like hell I'm not gonna go back and throw down some serious trivia action. I'm gonna win. Whats the winning pot like? Well America day it was at about 1500 euro. Thats some serious dough. That would have sent me sky diving... That would have bought me an extra nice Dirndyl.Oh well. No more focusing on the could haves, now to focus on winning this coming monday to lay some serious smack down. Our team name was "America, Fuck yeah!" and we almost saved the day.
Tuesday:
I honestly can't remember what happened on tuesday. We went to class, and did some stuff. After class we went to Mariahilferstrasse. It was crazy there. I only had an hour to find a pillow, cause these pillows in our rooms are about the worst things I've ever slept on since the history of ever. The bed is comfy but has ZERO support from the pillow. We walked around and found some police to ask where to go. The police force out here (Polizei) are super yummy looking. For serious. Found a pillow shop and I dropped 20 Euro on a foam neck pillow. That night I had my way with that pillow. I made it my bitch and I slept sooooooo good. But after I made my purchase we went to the museum of Wein. Or more commonly referred to as Wein Museum. The bottom floor was mostly about Medieval Wein and the only super cool thing I saw were these death masks/helmets and sheilds. They were pretty badass. Other than that its nothing I havent seen before in other museums. THEN on the second floor right when you walk in there is this striking painting done of one of the Kaiserin. It was magnanimous. I seriously stared at that painting for over 20 minutes. There was a whole floor of other stuff to see but THAT was the one thing that amazed me. The insane detail, the shadows and light, the amazing dress and lifelike quality of the woman in the painting. Then there was the creepy painting of her kid up above her. Creepy baby photo I like to call it... I was captivated by it like if you stare at Vigo too long or something. Might become possessed by a demonic painting and try to take over the city of New York. I think that was a different situation though... Afterwards everybody split up and did their own thing. I ended up going with a few out to a Vegan pub. That was an adventure in itself. I don't mind drinking there but like hell if I'm ever gonna eat there again. It tasted okay but the post traumatic event that followed was unpleasant to say the least. I had a few beers with the homies and peaced out.
Wednesday:
Started my day with some coffee and a muffin from starbucks. Total cost? 7 euro. Thats about 12 dollars. for a fucking frapp and muffin. WTF mate... Everything is about the same cost here, but the dollar to euro ratio kind of sucks. Went to class and then about 30 minutes before it was over, that Vegan food saught its horrid revenge. I was able to stay strong during the whole way home, but oh was I in pain. I walked slow, had this mutant look on my face like I was going to die (it sure felt like it). I'm just gonna say... garlic farts. It was like the scene from alien when the alien was coming out of the guys stomach. After that it was all kosher and I felt great. I even went out to somewhere with some folks. A few broke off to go to a strip club and wound up paying 16 Euro for two beers. Which beer? Corona. What a rip off. The rest of us just chilled out and had pizza, and walked around. It was an early night. Good night too. Some weird guy in the lobby complimented my eyeshadow that night. He said "I like your eyeshadow, its very elegant." First thing that jumped to mind "is he gay or something?" No man has ever said anything about my makeup before. Let alone thats the first thing someone says to me upon meeting them. I told him would even say anything like that. Seriously weird. But thanks. Weirdo.
Thursday:
Another day another Euro... Went to school in the morning and then kind of just chilled out a bit. I don't really remember doing much around town and I didn't go out that night. We did stop by the bunni+casino in the subway station. It was very unimpressive. After school we went on a walking tour of the ringstrasse stuff in the museum district. It was very educational and informative. We ended up seeing Motzart statue, and Goethe statue, and took some pics with my homeboy Freud. We were everywhere that day. After that we were all so exhausted that we went back to the studentenheim and I watched a movie with my PIC and slept through most of Sex and the City. I woke up at my favorite part though so its all good. After that I got to chat with some folks back in the good ol USA and stayed up til 2AM here. Which rolled into friday.
Friday: TGIF. School was kind of dumb easy today and we had a sub. Moseyed around and then friday night happened. It was such a fuper sun time. We went to the "Bermuda triangle" and "got lost" but in reality we knew where we were the whole time. The bars, the nightlife, the scene... totally for me. I had a blast there. I even drank beer. As of jetzt I have three more weeks and I plan on exploring the nightlife as well as the daytime. That night we drank a ton, got schnappfaced and had a blast. We ran into a batchelor party at one point and then we had drunk pizza. I may or may not have stolen a mug from a bar. I mean, I'm not totally sure how that giant mug ended up in my purse but its mine now ;) We got home by 3 and I went to bed at 4 and then I woke up at 7:30 the next morning for one of the most awesome places/stressfull days I've had thus far.
Saturday gets its own blog. I have to let things simmer before I write a scathing review.
Sunday: So I woke up at noon. I slept A LOT. Then I went out to hopefully buy my Dirndl but that was a wash. Can't buy anything except food on Sundays. What is with this city?! Don't you want my money?!?!?! Oh well. So we got some noodles and I went into the Catacombs under Stephansdom. It was very cool down there. Both interesting and temperature. That was my favorite part because there is no such thing as AC out here. nobody uses it. Just pop a window open and move along. Its hot and sweaty every day. But yeah. There were signs that say no photography, and the guide said no photography... but does that ever stop me? No, it just impairs the quality of my photos. It was really dark so the ones you see on FB will be blurry and I will have to explain each blur to you.
BUT NOW WE ARE CAUGHT UP!!!! HUZZAH! Except for the good the bad and the ugly that happened on saturday.
Auf Wiedersehen!
Monday, July 4, 2011
NO TICKET.
So, since I last updated I left you all in drunk euro land. WELL, it just gets better after that! So after a day of calmness I was pretty much exhausted for the last few days. I went to a few places! On Saturday I went to a town called Zeltweg. Its three hours away from Vienna which meant I had to get on the train. I was kind of rudely awoken at 4AM and I couldn't get back to sleep so I wondered... What can a person do at 4AM? I know... I will get on the internet. So I updated some things, chatted with some people, and then it struck me. Remember that commercial I saw for the redbull airpower11?! YES?! Hah! I will do that! So I went and packed a bag of clothes, and started walking to the train station by 5:30. I figured out how to buy my ticket, and I even figured out how to get onto the proper train! That shit ain't easy. Seriously. The train station is just a huge cluster fuck of confusion. At least for an ignorant foreigner like myself. So after getting on the wrong platform twice, I get to the right one. I get on the wrong train, get off at the next stop, get on the right train, and sit in first class by mistake. I swore that I would have an indiana Jones moment when the ticket guy was coming through. I half expected him to throw me off the train and turn to the crowd and say "NO TICKET" while everybody else frantically scrambles for their own ticket. Luckily I was just in the wrong class. He told me where I needed to change trains in German, but I didn't quite hear the stop properly. So he says it again in german but a little slower and a louder... Then I ask him "English?" and he says really slowly and very loudly "YOU NEED TO CHANGE TRAINS IN BLAHBLAHBLAH." I still have no clue what stop it was. It started with a B. So I accepted this terrible fright and set off to find a seat in second class. It was good to play a dumb american cause apparently they fine you for sitting in the wrong section.
So I make my way down the train and see people hanging out in the hallways, and all the little compartments are packed... I move onto the next section and next section until I finally hit the end of the train. As I give up and turn around I saw an empty seat where nobody put their feet. I signal to the guy next to it and point at myself and point at the seat and got the thumbs up to take it. So I'm sitting in a 6 seater booth the only girl and 5 other guys. I was a little intimidated. Not that I couldn't handle myself, but just the fact that they all knew where they were going and I was kind of clueless. So we get to a stop and a few get off and I ask "Was ist dieser platz?" which probably makes no sense and someone told me what train it was, which doesn't help me at all... and then I turn to the guy in the corner and ask him "ich gehe zu zelt weg, uuugh... english? okay, where do i change trains?!" and he luckily spoke perfect english. Then I instantly gained a new friend and we headed off for an adventure together!
So the whole POWERAIR11 was actually pretty ballin. I saw some amazing tricks and things that I would have never seen in the USA. Yeah the blue angels are pretty bad ass but they are kind of restricted. The Saudi Arabians really did it, and the Breitling group too. Seriously baller.
okay this is gonna be a break in the story. Will be continued.
So I make my way down the train and see people hanging out in the hallways, and all the little compartments are packed... I move onto the next section and next section until I finally hit the end of the train. As I give up and turn around I saw an empty seat where nobody put their feet. I signal to the guy next to it and point at myself and point at the seat and got the thumbs up to take it. So I'm sitting in a 6 seater booth the only girl and 5 other guys. I was a little intimidated. Not that I couldn't handle myself, but just the fact that they all knew where they were going and I was kind of clueless. So we get to a stop and a few get off and I ask "Was ist dieser platz?" which probably makes no sense and someone told me what train it was, which doesn't help me at all... and then I turn to the guy in the corner and ask him "ich gehe zu zelt weg, uuugh... english? okay, where do i change trains?!" and he luckily spoke perfect english. Then I instantly gained a new friend and we headed off for an adventure together!
So the whole POWERAIR11 was actually pretty ballin. I saw some amazing tricks and things that I would have never seen in the USA. Yeah the blue angels are pretty bad ass but they are kind of restricted. The Saudi Arabians really did it, and the Breitling group too. Seriously baller.
okay this is gonna be a break in the story. Will be continued.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Adventures in drunk euro land...
Last night kind of just blew me away as far as the club and bar scenes go. Seriously. I wish I brought more club clothes with me! Oh well. So yesterday the day was kind of long because I didn't really sleep much at all. So we went out to the shop that I saw the dresses at, and lo and behold... I was shut down by the shop lady. She really didn't want to put me in a dress because my boobs were too big. It was the exact same size as the one I tried on (and it fit) at the stupid expensive store, but she said my boobs were just too big. Which is both a good thing and bad thing if you think about it. Just give me 6 months. By January I'll be a whole new person :)
Anyways, so let me explain the latest and greatest adventure. Last night I get on the subway system by myself. Not really knowing exactly where to go. A nice austrian girl spoke some english to me and got me on the right track. So as I traveled through the tunnels of Vienna there was something that struck me as quite odd. The gross number of "underage" kids that were drunk. Out here the legal age is 16 or so, but you can really start drinking at 14. But there were obnoxious drunk kids running around a lot. When I finally arrived at mein platz I met up with my friend (who I've officially known for about 2 days now), and we went to a club called Loco. They were not messing around with that name either. They mean it when they say loco. The clubs play the exact same music at the clubs back home so it was really nice to go there and feel like I haven't missed a beat. The beats were droppin hard too. So we were all singing and dancing and drinking along to the american music. They know how to make long island ice teas here so that was also very nice. I drank two of those before midnight. Don't forget... I got there at 11. So when midnight finally rolls around they have some raffle. In this raffle they give you a free bottle of Vodka. Our group won about three bottles total... It was kind of curious though... The DJ was a boyfriend of one of the girls in our group. Coincidence? I think not.
So we start drinking vodka and redbull. I really hate redbull, but would you say no to a free bottle of booze? HELL NO. My cup floweth forth. I was a good steady level of drunk last night. Not TOO drunk because I was smart enough to pace myself once the liquor started flowing freely. But the Austrians are all quite nice. Some were a little too friendly though. Grabbing my ass while I spoke with them... I even got some phone numbers too. Rule number one of safe girl code: Take numbers, don't give it away! I don't even know my number to begin with so its all good :) Right when I got off the subway DJ Joe wanted to buy me a coffee and take me to his club where he was playing that night. How friendly. I took his number and promised I would text him later. Probably just lied to a nice man. He was black too! I found the only black man in Vienna last night. I even saw him again later that night once we left club loco and were wandering around a bit.
The bouncers actually bounce here too. I saw a guy get choked out pretty much. There was some kind of fight in the bathroom at loco and there was blood everywhere. An ambulance showed up but nobody was dragged away or anything like that. It was cool to see that kind of thing but it makes me wonder how frequently that happens. With all the drunk kids running around I would guess fairly often...
I'm a little bit hungover so I will have to finish this later. I need to wash my face and hair with ice cold water now so I can go meet up with some more Americans. Our numbers are growing!
Alyssa
Anyways, so let me explain the latest and greatest adventure. Last night I get on the subway system by myself. Not really knowing exactly where to go. A nice austrian girl spoke some english to me and got me on the right track. So as I traveled through the tunnels of Vienna there was something that struck me as quite odd. The gross number of "underage" kids that were drunk. Out here the legal age is 16 or so, but you can really start drinking at 14. But there were obnoxious drunk kids running around a lot. When I finally arrived at mein platz I met up with my friend (who I've officially known for about 2 days now), and we went to a club called Loco. They were not messing around with that name either. They mean it when they say loco. The clubs play the exact same music at the clubs back home so it was really nice to go there and feel like I haven't missed a beat. The beats were droppin hard too. So we were all singing and dancing and drinking along to the american music. They know how to make long island ice teas here so that was also very nice. I drank two of those before midnight. Don't forget... I got there at 11. So when midnight finally rolls around they have some raffle. In this raffle they give you a free bottle of Vodka. Our group won about three bottles total... It was kind of curious though... The DJ was a boyfriend of one of the girls in our group. Coincidence? I think not.
So we start drinking vodka and redbull. I really hate redbull, but would you say no to a free bottle of booze? HELL NO. My cup floweth forth. I was a good steady level of drunk last night. Not TOO drunk because I was smart enough to pace myself once the liquor started flowing freely. But the Austrians are all quite nice. Some were a little too friendly though. Grabbing my ass while I spoke with them... I even got some phone numbers too. Rule number one of safe girl code: Take numbers, don't give it away! I don't even know my number to begin with so its all good :) Right when I got off the subway DJ Joe wanted to buy me a coffee and take me to his club where he was playing that night. How friendly. I took his number and promised I would text him later. Probably just lied to a nice man. He was black too! I found the only black man in Vienna last night. I even saw him again later that night once we left club loco and were wandering around a bit.
The bouncers actually bounce here too. I saw a guy get choked out pretty much. There was some kind of fight in the bathroom at loco and there was blood everywhere. An ambulance showed up but nobody was dragged away or anything like that. It was cool to see that kind of thing but it makes me wonder how frequently that happens. With all the drunk kids running around I would guess fairly often...
I'm a little bit hungover so I will have to finish this later. I need to wash my face and hair with ice cold water now so I can go meet up with some more Americans. Our numbers are growing!
Alyssa
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Do you have spurs and ride a horse to work?
Unfortunately the answer to that question is NO. Thats only one of the many stereotypical questions I was asked last night. Seriously, about everybody at the party I was at asked me some kind of question that pertains to the old west. "Do you have a horse?" "Do you say 'howdy' and 'yee-haw' all the time?" My only response was "yes, just like you wear liederhosen every day."
Never have I ever been to a party that lasted til 7AM. Seriously, there was an epic party. I have never seen people drink THAT much beer. None of them drove home either. Thankfully the underground here is amazing. By 5AM I was actually fed up with everybody so I went out and took a walk around the city. I found a fantastic store that I plan on revisiting once I can figure out how to get there again. I'm pretty sure I can find my way though. These folks in Wien play hard, and party harder. I got back home around 7am and then slept til about noon. I'm just waiting on something interesting to happen today. I met a lot of people last night. Thankfully they all speak english. Yes I know I'm here to study and practice german... but school hasn't started yet :-p Yesterday as we were walking around the city, NOBODY would give us directions. I was very surprised at the assholes out and about here. WTF mate. Whatev though. I'm waiting my turn to take a shower, the hot water is broke and surprisingly enough the water is FREEZING. Not like back home where you could take a cold shower and its tolerable... but like freezing like just before its frozen freezing. Like daggers into your body. I've never shivered after a 30 second rinse before until now. Even when I had NO hot water in my apt in the middle of winter. It was never that bad. Never. SO COLD. I'm looking forward to the studentenheim even more now. I'm told there are two more parties tonight... I don't know that I want to go. Not if it means staying up all fucking night again. I love meeting people but its very strange being the odd one out at a huge party. This party was full of nothing but beautiful people. Any one of these folks could be a model. I had to pluck up quite a bit of courage to try and assimilate into the crowd, but I ended up getting a bunch of numbers and making friends. Holla!
I plan on having more adventures today. I found a Jundl store and I want to go buy it now that I found a place that has them for less than 500 Euro. In fact, they have them for about 100 euro. I'm willing to drop that kind of serious dollar (the total cost in dollars will probably run around $250-300) This will be the most amazing thing, and I can wear it to renfest, and pretty much love it every day. The coutoure store I tried the first one on at was pretty cool. They actually had my size. The lady was afraid I couldn't fit, but I showed her. Not a seam popped, nothing but fit. It was pretty much perfect. It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine!
I'm totally done now. I will update more later folks.
Never have I ever been to a party that lasted til 7AM. Seriously, there was an epic party. I have never seen people drink THAT much beer. None of them drove home either. Thankfully the underground here is amazing. By 5AM I was actually fed up with everybody so I went out and took a walk around the city. I found a fantastic store that I plan on revisiting once I can figure out how to get there again. I'm pretty sure I can find my way though. These folks in Wien play hard, and party harder. I got back home around 7am and then slept til about noon. I'm just waiting on something interesting to happen today. I met a lot of people last night. Thankfully they all speak english. Yes I know I'm here to study and practice german... but school hasn't started yet :-p Yesterday as we were walking around the city, NOBODY would give us directions. I was very surprised at the assholes out and about here. WTF mate. Whatev though. I'm waiting my turn to take a shower, the hot water is broke and surprisingly enough the water is FREEZING. Not like back home where you could take a cold shower and its tolerable... but like freezing like just before its frozen freezing. Like daggers into your body. I've never shivered after a 30 second rinse before until now. Even when I had NO hot water in my apt in the middle of winter. It was never that bad. Never. SO COLD. I'm looking forward to the studentenheim even more now. I'm told there are two more parties tonight... I don't know that I want to go. Not if it means staying up all fucking night again. I love meeting people but its very strange being the odd one out at a huge party. This party was full of nothing but beautiful people. Any one of these folks could be a model. I had to pluck up quite a bit of courage to try and assimilate into the crowd, but I ended up getting a bunch of numbers and making friends. Holla!
I plan on having more adventures today. I found a Jundl store and I want to go buy it now that I found a place that has them for less than 500 Euro. In fact, they have them for about 100 euro. I'm willing to drop that kind of serious dollar (the total cost in dollars will probably run around $250-300) This will be the most amazing thing, and I can wear it to renfest, and pretty much love it every day. The coutoure store I tried the first one on at was pretty cool. They actually had my size. The lady was afraid I couldn't fit, but I showed her. Not a seam popped, nothing but fit. It was pretty much perfect. It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine!
I'm totally done now. I will update more later folks.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Water, water everywhere and it all tastes like its bottled from the tap.
So, right now, this very moment... I am sitting in Vienna, Austria. Its 7:30p local, and 12:30p back home. I have barely slept and had so many adventures the last couple days I can't even begin to explain everything. I will just have to list it out and if you want more details you can say so in the comments!
1. Saturday: work/Friends wedding/date
2. Sunday: Photoshoot/Austin bats/friend time/repack bags (for 4th time)/barely sleep
3.Monday: Get Torchy's tacos/get to airport/ eat airport bbq (it was actually really good)/almost miss flight/head out to houston!/head out to amsterdam
4.Tuesday (i lost some of monday in the time change): arrive in amsterdam, head to vienna, get luxury cab service for cheap!/ meet up with friends/ get a sammich/ go to park and have picnic/sleep in park/drink beer/back to apt to upload photos!
So yeah. its been a pretty jam packed day. For those of you on my facebook, you should check out the pics!
Will update again later :)
See you on the flip side!
1. Saturday: work/Friends wedding/date
2. Sunday: Photoshoot/Austin bats/friend time/repack bags (for 4th time)/barely sleep
3.Monday: Get Torchy's tacos/get to airport/ eat airport bbq (it was actually really good)/almost miss flight/head out to houston!/head out to amsterdam
4.Tuesday (i lost some of monday in the time change): arrive in amsterdam, head to vienna, get luxury cab service for cheap!/ meet up with friends/ get a sammich/ go to park and have picnic/sleep in park/drink beer/back to apt to upload photos!
So yeah. its been a pretty jam packed day. For those of you on my facebook, you should check out the pics!
Will update again later :)
See you on the flip side!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Never Have I ever... except I have.
I never thought today was going to be as INSANE as it actually was. I wake up next to my buddy after a fabulous date (no, I didn't wake up next to a guy, i spent the night at my friends house). In the morning I went up to my moms place to gather some luggage and put things into her storage unit, and then I romped down to my uncles to dump my luggage there for the day/evening and then I romped back to my friends house. So just chillin with my homies and then we headed downtown to get some photo action on! My buddy is going to be a star!! thats for sure :) So for the photoshoot we did some stuff downtown around the hotel we were stayin at, and then my roomie came down and we watched the bats fly out of congress bridge, then we decided to have a drink down on dirty 6th. We went to Chuggin Monkey first. Thats also the only place we went... except we stopped at a store. A tattoo parlour actually. We were browsing to check out some new belly jewels for my roomie, and then it struck me. I SHOULD GET THAT NOSE PIERCING I ALWAYS WANTED! So I did. I filled out all the necessary paperwork to free them of any liability and away we went! Got all the gadgets and gizmos sterilized and then BAM. My photographer roomie was awesome about it, and my friends back at the hotel didn't believe that I was sober and getting a piercing. So here I was. opportunity, money, and a person to take the photos. BAM. Done. I have a little red ruby stud in my nose :)
Some asshole was being a dick afterwards. He was eating a bratwurst and walking behind us for a while and then at a street where it clearly said "don't walk" and then changed to walk he loudly proclaimed "IT SAYS WALK" so I kind of turn and look at this d-bag and he realizes "oh shit, ladiez!" and starts stalking all friendly and shit. Well I don't take kindly to some jerkoff flippin gears and being all shitty. I oblige this twat and talk friendly-ish to him and put up with his lame advances. He keeps trying to be friendly and when we get half way back to the hotel we stop at 6th n congress. So we stop and I tell the guy that we are cool and are going back to our hotel now so its time to go fuck off. He keeps trying to play it cool and offers to walk us back, and I tell him "no, I'm trained in martial arts, we are good. beat it" in the nicest way possible of course... and he STILL insists that he is needing to walk us back. FUCK THAT SHIT. Some lady kind of stumbles up and asks for directions to her hotel, in which I whip out my phone to provide her with directions. The guy said some kind of "witty entertaining" comment and reaches to tap my arm and I nearly chopped that guy in the throat. I thought he was going for my purse and since I was carrying a fat wad of $500 bucks I wasn't about to play it cool with this guy. Hell to the naw. He realized what happened after I stopped myself from pulling a Liam Neeson on his ass, but he STILL wouldn't let us go without him. He says to me "if I can do a perfect cat stance will you let me go?" so I say "sure..." and he does a decent Wide T stance. Not a cat stance. Sorry homeboy, Your crap tastic stance doesn't work on me. Plus it wasn't even the right one. So I make a deal with him. He says "I'm gonna walk that way, and if you girls wanna go that way too, so be it" so I say "yes, you walk that way, and we will go to our hotel." and he starts walking, and we turn around and walk to the hotel another way. I'm not a fan of whooping ass, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
***Side note***
I met some famous people today. While we were in the lobby taking photos I noticed some guys near the gift shop. I saw one of their faces and I was instantly "OMG I KNOW UR FACE" and I couldn't shake this feeling. So I had to figure out what it was. I walk up to them and start with an apology "I'm very sorry, but I know your face from something. are you on TV?" and they say "YEAH, we are in blah blah blah I'm adam and this is ken, and blah blah blah!" So I'm like "awesome! can we take pix?!" and they say suuuuuuuure. and by this time we attracted a small crowd, and I thank them again and apologize again for harassing them. After that we were on our merry way!
Thats all folks. Next time FOR SURE, I will be in Vienna, Austria when I blog again. Auf Wiedersehen!
Some asshole was being a dick afterwards. He was eating a bratwurst and walking behind us for a while and then at a street where it clearly said "don't walk" and then changed to walk he loudly proclaimed "IT SAYS WALK" so I kind of turn and look at this d-bag and he realizes "oh shit, ladiez!" and starts stalking all friendly and shit. Well I don't take kindly to some jerkoff flippin gears and being all shitty. I oblige this twat and talk friendly-ish to him and put up with his lame advances. He keeps trying to be friendly and when we get half way back to the hotel we stop at 6th n congress. So we stop and I tell the guy that we are cool and are going back to our hotel now so its time to go fuck off. He keeps trying to play it cool and offers to walk us back, and I tell him "no, I'm trained in martial arts, we are good. beat it" in the nicest way possible of course... and he STILL insists that he is needing to walk us back. FUCK THAT SHIT. Some lady kind of stumbles up and asks for directions to her hotel, in which I whip out my phone to provide her with directions. The guy said some kind of "witty entertaining" comment and reaches to tap my arm and I nearly chopped that guy in the throat. I thought he was going for my purse and since I was carrying a fat wad of $500 bucks I wasn't about to play it cool with this guy. Hell to the naw. He realized what happened after I stopped myself from pulling a Liam Neeson on his ass, but he STILL wouldn't let us go without him. He says to me "if I can do a perfect cat stance will you let me go?" so I say "sure..." and he does a decent Wide T stance. Not a cat stance. Sorry homeboy, Your crap tastic stance doesn't work on me. Plus it wasn't even the right one. So I make a deal with him. He says "I'm gonna walk that way, and if you girls wanna go that way too, so be it" so I say "yes, you walk that way, and we will go to our hotel." and he starts walking, and we turn around and walk to the hotel another way. I'm not a fan of whooping ass, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
***Side note***
I met some famous people today. While we were in the lobby taking photos I noticed some guys near the gift shop. I saw one of their faces and I was instantly "OMG I KNOW UR FACE" and I couldn't shake this feeling. So I had to figure out what it was. I walk up to them and start with an apology "I'm very sorry, but I know your face from something. are you on TV?" and they say "YEAH, we are in blah blah blah I'm adam and this is ken, and blah blah blah!" So I'm like "awesome! can we take pix?!" and they say suuuuuuuure. and by this time we attracted a small crowd, and I thank them again and apologize again for harassing them. After that we were on our merry way!
Thats all folks. Next time FOR SURE, I will be in Vienna, Austria when I blog again. Auf Wiedersehen!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Leaving, on a jet plane. I DO know when I'll be back again.
So, here we go. My final blog until I arrive in Europe (it will be at least a week if not longer til I blog again). I had a great time at my "going away party" and learned some valuble lessons. There is nothing quite as good as singing bohemian rhapsody with my friends while drunk at midnight. There is nothing quite as good as embracing your inner music nerd and singing along to weird al. Folks just don't understand :-p The goodbyes started on Wednesday really. I guess you could say they started on Saturday, but they didn't start giving me a pang until Wednesday. After my kaju class I hugged a few people goodbye until at least august. I seriously am going to miss them, and will be uber disapointed that I am missing the blue belt test this semester. Its not fair >_< I will still be back in time to celebrate the end result with them. I'm flying back on the day of the belt test. I should be back in Austin and in my car again on the road to celebrate everybody elses advancement at our local steak house.
So before I get all girly and emotional, today at work will prove to be interesting. The last day I have to see those bitchy ass bitches. I'm actually looking forward to that. 5 bitch free weeks. YES. I won't have to hear their sass, snide comments, or talk trash about everybody while they are standing right there. Woop Woop!
On another note, I have to pack my bags all proper like now cause while I have been staying with my gal pal Kim, I've been living out of my suitcase. It has been nice and all, but damn... I want some freakin dresser drawers. I can't wait to get to vienna where I will have some semblance of a closet even if its just a Schrank. Anything would be better than what I've got now! There is laundry to be done, stuff to finish tossing into storage, and plants to relocate still. Luckily my plants are just bamboo so I can just dump them with my uncle and he can ignore them properly! Woo hoo!
I'm feeling very unfocused right now. There is about a million things I have to do now, so I will have to say goodbye in the only way I know how.
Auf Wiedersehen!
So before I get all girly and emotional, today at work will prove to be interesting. The last day I have to see those bitchy ass bitches. I'm actually looking forward to that. 5 bitch free weeks. YES. I won't have to hear their sass, snide comments, or talk trash about everybody while they are standing right there. Woop Woop!
On another note, I have to pack my bags all proper like now cause while I have been staying with my gal pal Kim, I've been living out of my suitcase. It has been nice and all, but damn... I want some freakin dresser drawers. I can't wait to get to vienna where I will have some semblance of a closet even if its just a Schrank. Anything would be better than what I've got now! There is laundry to be done, stuff to finish tossing into storage, and plants to relocate still. Luckily my plants are just bamboo so I can just dump them with my uncle and he can ignore them properly! Woo hoo!
I'm feeling very unfocused right now. There is about a million things I have to do now, so I will have to say goodbye in the only way I know how.
Auf Wiedersehen!
Friday, June 17, 2011
BREAKING NEWS!
So during my time as a nomad I kind of put dieting on the back burner. Well for kicks and giggles I decided to weigh myself. In the middle of the afternoon... After having just eaten... Guess who lost 10 lbs! thats right me! Im down to 229 :D that is all.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Narp?
So I just probably did what every nerd has as at least one of their wet dreams. No, There was no princess Leah costume involved. I met Simon Pegg. Don't know who that is? How bout Mr. Shaun of the Dead? YEAH. him. There is a little more story to this epic day of epicosity. Lets back it up to 10:00AM this morning.
So this is basically the only free day I have until I leave on my Study Abroad/Hike across Italy trip. I started waking up around 9, but didn't really get moving until 10. I was up and about but I didn't leave the house til 10. Anyways... I had to go shopping. I kind of had this thought like "oh great, I get to see how my progress has REALLY panned out... Well I had a huge issue when I got to JC Pennys. Everything fit. Yeah, being a size 16 now isnt exactly skinny, but there were about a million more choices now. I tried on some sun dresses, evening dresses, and social occasion dresses. I was in the dressing room for about an hour. THAT NEVER HAPPENS. Seriously. I narrowed it down to a few clearance dresses, and a couple "full price" dresses. They were on sale, but not as cheap as the clearance dresses. I ended up with a dark champagne colored dress that is classified as a "social occasion" dress. Since I'm going to a wedding I think its perfectly appropriate. Its not long and gowny, but its short and fun. but not TOO short. It is a wedding and all. So there goes $65. Not really a bad deal considering it was originally 100.
So after my excruciating trip in JCP I celebrated with some tacos. I was hungry and didn't eat breakfast so whatever. I did some stuff on the internet and decided "hey, I have a book signing to go to tonight, I'm gonna wear makeup!" So I was watching some 3rd rock from the sun, and putting my face on. I must say, I looked damn good too. So sometime between 2 and 2:45 I decide to leave for Austin. There was an argument on the time frame that I left. I say I left at 2:15 and other say I left at 3...
I get into my car and I drive off into the sun! Except lo, there is a problem. I get to about exit 213 on IH 35 and my tire EXPLODED. Not just went flat... but fucking blew out. I was able to pull over safely, and as someone in a truck passed me I got flipped off. Sorry, its not like I wanted my tire to explode or anything... asshole. Anyways, I pull off to the side, and see that I can't safely open my door on the side of the highway so I keep pulling forward and exit (lucky for me the exit was right there) and I pull into the first lot where someone else was also broken down. I get out of the car to see what the fuck was going on, and why was there some kind of crazy noise coming out of my car. I take a look at my tires and I see the rear driverside was all smokey and exploded. I was pissed cause I have so much junk in my trunk (which is now all in my backseat) that I had to get through to get to my donut. I've never changed a tire before in my life. I've seen it done a million times but never myself. Usually there is some man around to do that kind of stuff. Alas I am manless. But I had my big girl panties on and I changed my tire myself. The hardest part of the whole process was jacking up the stupid car. I had issues figuring out which way the knob turned to go up or down, but I got it all settled and even did alright undoing the bolts. I did have some issues with how tight the bolts were tightened but leverage was on my side. Its a good thing being heavy, I can't imagine my skinny friends successfully doing what I did today :) After I get the tire changed I got back on the road pronto. I didn't have time to waste. The exploded tire was in the trunk and now I had to get a move on. I had an extra errand to run. I informed my PIC of the day that the tire blew out and I was going to be late to the book signing so save me a seat. Him and his brother totally took up enough space for me to squeeze in! But before that...
I spent a good two hours at Discount Tire. I felt like that commercial where that old lady throws a tire through the window. That is what I wanted to do fo reals. So after I finally started getting antsy and irritated they worked on my car, and it literally took 15 minutes to change out the tire and put the new one on and the donut back in my trunk. I was kinda pissed about that but I didn't have time to complain! I had a date with destiny.
So of course, its 5pm now. TRAFFIC! Yaaaaaaaaaay! I wanted to bang my face on the steeringwheel. How did my simple 30 minute drive in the afternoon turn into a hellish escapade in the sun?! No fair. But somehow I kept my composure enough to get into a decent part of town where I could maneuver the access road. Good thing I've done this drive a million times before... So I get to some streets, curse the day that people were born, scream at traffic lights... took a picture of a bum with an interesting sign "Need fuel for my Private Jet" and then some how I make it to BookPeople.
I love that place. It smells like heaven. So many good memories there! I used to ride my bike down there when I couldnt afford Harry potter books and read them. I eventually bought them, but I had to make due. So there is literally no parking. Except for ONE spot. Compact car parking! Huzzah! I have a compact car!! Except that the open spot is almost half the available space, next to a curb and some asshole in his bronco. Last I checked, broncos were not compact in any way, shape, form, or fashion. I wedged my car in. I had to fold in my mirror too. I literally had 3 inches between my car and this assholes car. I was almost ON the curb. Curb my enthusiasm I could not. I was not happy about the parking but I wasn't about to roam the lot searching hopelessly. FUCK THAT. I compacted my car into that hole like there was no tomorrow. There really wasn't at that point. I run upstairs and I find my buddy Travis and his brother who were holding my little wedge. It was 5:30/45 by the time I sat down. That mean about an hour and a half of sitting on a hard wood floor dodging people. Yep. I sat my happy ass down and I wasn't about to budge for NOTHING. I even saw the other cripple I was in line behind buying the book. I smiled at him but I don't think he recognized me without my sling. Whatever, no sweat off my brow.
So while we waited patiently for the most part, they gave us free pizza (one slice per person), and they made various announcements like "stay behind the blue line you ingrates!" fire hazzards and what not, and then explaining the wristbands "if you don't have red, you suck because you can't get up early like the cool reds" and stuff like that. Not really, but the wristbands determined what your place in line was. I was a red! I HAD RED ON ME! YAAAAAAAAAAY! I was second in line at the book grabbing, and I was third in line to get signed. Seriously, awesomeness! So Finally the clock struck 7, and the worlds most famous ginger came out! Except for the fact that he is naturally a blonde and is not a ginger at all.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!
(you can see me at :41 sec)
So after that announcement and he went back upstairs to prepare for the signing. I hopped up immediately and claimed my spot in line and up the stairs I went! We got stickies saying what our names were if we wanted it personalized at all. DUH, you know I wanted that shit personalized. So while I was in line some guy asked me to take his pic for him and I did. I also felt a pang of sadness cause nobody was there to take my photos, and I wasn't about to hand over my camera to a perfect stranger. This guys camera was a film camera... WHO OWNS THOSE ANYMORE?! But whatever. My turn came up and I had a big dumb smile plastered across my face the whole time. I walked up to the table and he looked very nice and happy to see me! He asked my name and thanked me for coming. I told him about my wretched nightmare of a time getting there today. Told him about how excited I was and that I was second in line to get my wrist band and that I was there at 6:30 in the morning. He was surprised that I did all that crazyness in the same day and he said "oh my god, thats awful. Thanks so much for coming, and we are totally best friends now!" I couldn't stop smiling even though I was telling him all about my horrible time. But he was totally cool. A few people were like "wtf mate, your day suxors." But ya know what? Karma. totally karma. All that shit added up to more than 3X awesome. As I walked away clutching my book the guy with the film camera walks up to me and says "lemme get your address" and I'm thinking "da fuck are you asking for my info!?" and he says to me "I GOT YOUR PIC! When I develop it I will mail it to you!" and I was just so excited! See what I mean? Karma. So since I have a PO Box I slapped that info right down and handed it over with a smile. Someone got my photo. But wait. It gets better. As I walk out of bookpeople (my friends nowhere in site, I was bursting to tell my story to someone) I see a photographer. I walk past him at first, but I stop and turn around and ask him "Where can I get those photos?" and he tells me its all private blah blah blah, but then he says, here is my card. Email me and we can work something out. So I hope that doesnt mean I have to go on a date with him cause he was actually kind of really unattractive. Since I was going to have to contact him anyways I asked him to take a picture of me and my signed copy which reads: "Alyssa, WELL DONE! ~Simon Pegg" Hopefully that will all work out and he is just an awesome guy who sends me those pics with no date or money required :)
But yeah, my experience today went from pretty good, to total shit, to REALLY FUCKING AWESOME!
How was your day?
So this is basically the only free day I have until I leave on my Study Abroad/Hike across Italy trip. I started waking up around 9, but didn't really get moving until 10. I was up and about but I didn't leave the house til 10. Anyways... I had to go shopping. I kind of had this thought like "oh great, I get to see how my progress has REALLY panned out... Well I had a huge issue when I got to JC Pennys. Everything fit. Yeah, being a size 16 now isnt exactly skinny, but there were about a million more choices now. I tried on some sun dresses, evening dresses, and social occasion dresses. I was in the dressing room for about an hour. THAT NEVER HAPPENS. Seriously. I narrowed it down to a few clearance dresses, and a couple "full price" dresses. They were on sale, but not as cheap as the clearance dresses. I ended up with a dark champagne colored dress that is classified as a "social occasion" dress. Since I'm going to a wedding I think its perfectly appropriate. Its not long and gowny, but its short and fun. but not TOO short. It is a wedding and all. So there goes $65. Not really a bad deal considering it was originally 100.
So after my excruciating trip in JCP I celebrated with some tacos. I was hungry and didn't eat breakfast so whatever. I did some stuff on the internet and decided "hey, I have a book signing to go to tonight, I'm gonna wear makeup!" So I was watching some 3rd rock from the sun, and putting my face on. I must say, I looked damn good too. So sometime between 2 and 2:45 I decide to leave for Austin. There was an argument on the time frame that I left. I say I left at 2:15 and other say I left at 3...
I get into my car and I drive off into the sun! Except lo, there is a problem. I get to about exit 213 on IH 35 and my tire EXPLODED. Not just went flat... but fucking blew out. I was able to pull over safely, and as someone in a truck passed me I got flipped off. Sorry, its not like I wanted my tire to explode or anything... asshole. Anyways, I pull off to the side, and see that I can't safely open my door on the side of the highway so I keep pulling forward and exit (lucky for me the exit was right there) and I pull into the first lot where someone else was also broken down. I get out of the car to see what the fuck was going on, and why was there some kind of crazy noise coming out of my car. I take a look at my tires and I see the rear driverside was all smokey and exploded. I was pissed cause I have so much junk in my trunk (which is now all in my backseat) that I had to get through to get to my donut. I've never changed a tire before in my life. I've seen it done a million times but never myself. Usually there is some man around to do that kind of stuff. Alas I am manless. But I had my big girl panties on and I changed my tire myself. The hardest part of the whole process was jacking up the stupid car. I had issues figuring out which way the knob turned to go up or down, but I got it all settled and even did alright undoing the bolts. I did have some issues with how tight the bolts were tightened but leverage was on my side. Its a good thing being heavy, I can't imagine my skinny friends successfully doing what I did today :) After I get the tire changed I got back on the road pronto. I didn't have time to waste. The exploded tire was in the trunk and now I had to get a move on. I had an extra errand to run. I informed my PIC of the day that the tire blew out and I was going to be late to the book signing so save me a seat. Him and his brother totally took up enough space for me to squeeze in! But before that...
I spent a good two hours at Discount Tire. I felt like that commercial where that old lady throws a tire through the window. That is what I wanted to do fo reals. So after I finally started getting antsy and irritated they worked on my car, and it literally took 15 minutes to change out the tire and put the new one on and the donut back in my trunk. I was kinda pissed about that but I didn't have time to complain! I had a date with destiny.
So of course, its 5pm now. TRAFFIC! Yaaaaaaaaaay! I wanted to bang my face on the steeringwheel. How did my simple 30 minute drive in the afternoon turn into a hellish escapade in the sun?! No fair. But somehow I kept my composure enough to get into a decent part of town where I could maneuver the access road. Good thing I've done this drive a million times before... So I get to some streets, curse the day that people were born, scream at traffic lights... took a picture of a bum with an interesting sign "Need fuel for my Private Jet" and then some how I make it to BookPeople.
I love that place. It smells like heaven. So many good memories there! I used to ride my bike down there when I couldnt afford Harry potter books and read them. I eventually bought them, but I had to make due. So there is literally no parking. Except for ONE spot. Compact car parking! Huzzah! I have a compact car!! Except that the open spot is almost half the available space, next to a curb and some asshole in his bronco. Last I checked, broncos were not compact in any way, shape, form, or fashion. I wedged my car in. I had to fold in my mirror too. I literally had 3 inches between my car and this assholes car. I was almost ON the curb. Curb my enthusiasm I could not. I was not happy about the parking but I wasn't about to roam the lot searching hopelessly. FUCK THAT. I compacted my car into that hole like there was no tomorrow. There really wasn't at that point. I run upstairs and I find my buddy Travis and his brother who were holding my little wedge. It was 5:30/45 by the time I sat down. That mean about an hour and a half of sitting on a hard wood floor dodging people. Yep. I sat my happy ass down and I wasn't about to budge for NOTHING. I even saw the other cripple I was in line behind buying the book. I smiled at him but I don't think he recognized me without my sling. Whatever, no sweat off my brow.
So while we waited patiently for the most part, they gave us free pizza (one slice per person), and they made various announcements like "stay behind the blue line you ingrates!" fire hazzards and what not, and then explaining the wristbands "if you don't have red, you suck because you can't get up early like the cool reds" and stuff like that. Not really, but the wristbands determined what your place in line was. I was a red! I HAD RED ON ME! YAAAAAAAAAAY! I was second in line at the book grabbing, and I was third in line to get signed. Seriously, awesomeness! So Finally the clock struck 7, and the worlds most famous ginger came out! Except for the fact that he is naturally a blonde and is not a ginger at all.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!
(you can see me at :41 sec)
So after that announcement and he went back upstairs to prepare for the signing. I hopped up immediately and claimed my spot in line and up the stairs I went! We got stickies saying what our names were if we wanted it personalized at all. DUH, you know I wanted that shit personalized. So while I was in line some guy asked me to take his pic for him and I did. I also felt a pang of sadness cause nobody was there to take my photos, and I wasn't about to hand over my camera to a perfect stranger. This guys camera was a film camera... WHO OWNS THOSE ANYMORE?! But whatever. My turn came up and I had a big dumb smile plastered across my face the whole time. I walked up to the table and he looked very nice and happy to see me! He asked my name and thanked me for coming. I told him about my wretched nightmare of a time getting there today. Told him about how excited I was and that I was second in line to get my wrist band and that I was there at 6:30 in the morning. He was surprised that I did all that crazyness in the same day and he said "oh my god, thats awful. Thanks so much for coming, and we are totally best friends now!" I couldn't stop smiling even though I was telling him all about my horrible time. But he was totally cool. A few people were like "wtf mate, your day suxors." But ya know what? Karma. totally karma. All that shit added up to more than 3X awesome. As I walked away clutching my book the guy with the film camera walks up to me and says "lemme get your address" and I'm thinking "da fuck are you asking for my info!?" and he says to me "I GOT YOUR PIC! When I develop it I will mail it to you!" and I was just so excited! See what I mean? Karma. So since I have a PO Box I slapped that info right down and handed it over with a smile. Someone got my photo. But wait. It gets better. As I walk out of bookpeople (my friends nowhere in site, I was bursting to tell my story to someone) I see a photographer. I walk past him at first, but I stop and turn around and ask him "Where can I get those photos?" and he tells me its all private blah blah blah, but then he says, here is my card. Email me and we can work something out. So I hope that doesnt mean I have to go on a date with him cause he was actually kind of really unattractive. Since I was going to have to contact him anyways I asked him to take a picture of me and my signed copy which reads: "Alyssa, WELL DONE! ~Simon Pegg" Hopefully that will all work out and he is just an awesome guy who sends me those pics with no date or money required :)
But yeah, my experience today went from pretty good, to total shit, to REALLY FUCKING AWESOME!
How was your day?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
V is for Vengence...
Okay... Seriously you guys? Really? I am not an aggressive person, but people will assume I am. Lots of people will in fact tell you that I am scary as hell. Have I slapped a bitch before? Yes. Of course. But always in good faith and never to someone who couldn't handle it. Today was certainly a test of my passive aggressive tendencies to just flat out become aggressive and all up in your business. Luckily I survived, and just threw some folks to be speed bumps. I felt better after that so no worries for now. 8 more work days...
SO, now to update a bit on the whole dieting gig. I ran another mile today! I even ran more of it faster! I cut about 10 minutes off my last run. I figure I will keep the same route until I can run the whole thing completely. Uphill both ways. It felt amazing doing it. I kind of petered out at the end, but my music kept me going. Seriously, a great song to run to is Whiz Kalifahs "black and yellow." I know its just some dumb song about driving nice cars and picking up bitchez, but it has slightly more meaning to me because of one of my bestest friends ever. But yeah, its the perfect tempo to run to. I know most people march to the beat of their own drum, but I can't help to step in time to the beat of everybody elses drums! 5 years of colorguard will do that to a person. Hell... one year of marching band will do that to anybody! But yeah, Swinging my flag around to the beat of a drum for 5 years definitely put me down to change tempo with the change of every song. There are points in time where I was walking that I noticed I sped up more. When I walk with people I always end up on the same foot/tempo as they do. Walking with tall people is certainly a feat for me, but it seems that I can manage.
After this mornings debauchery with the cat, I didn't think I was going to have a good day, but after I tossed some bitches under the bus I felt better and it was like things weren't my fault. They never were my fault to begin with but I have this horrible tendency to take on the responsibility of others. I want to help people, but I need to figure out a way to help others without them expecting me to do it all the time. Thats one of those things I need to work on.
So far I have a list of a few things I feel I need to work on this year and here are a few things:
1. First and foremost, my health. That is probably the most important thing because if I don't have my health I really don't have diddly squat.
2. Personal relationships. I feel like I can grow more as a person and grow with my friends and family if I can just get to know them better. Yeah I have my few besties that I know like the back of my hand, but I want to keep and maintain and grow a lot of my other relationships with people.
3. Shyness. You are probably thinking "YOU?!?! SHY?!?!!?" and yeah I am. I won't just walk up to you and start a conversation. I am actually quite horrible at that. I can start a conversation but if you don't give me something decent to work with I just clam up and go back to being quiet.
4. Controlling every little detail of every situation. If you've ever met me you know how I get with some stuff. Handling things a certain way, making sure things are done exactly the way I described them. Following my instructions to a T. Seriously, have you ever gotten street directions from me? I will give you street names, large obvious things to turn at and can even tell you the number of stairs you have to walk up to get to my front door.
5. Being less materialistic. Lately I have been a lot happier with less stuff. I've been getting rid of a lot of memorabilia from past relationships and just holding onto the important stuff. I'm not trying to erase my past, but more so embrace my future. Its hard to embrace my future when I have my past cluttering up my life. Letting go is very hard for me since I am emotionally attached to stuff. But after watching several episodes of Hoarders on TV is enough to make me want to set my storage unit on fire and start from scratch. I've got 90% of all my photos on my computer and backed up on my external drive... not much is stopping me from doing it other than its probably a federal offense and I'll get jailtime and all that jazz. I'll stick with the non crazy resolution and just not do it. Its kind of liberating having so few things, but then again I really want to play my wii...
Those are just a few things... Slowly but surely I will come to terms with it and myself and the two will become copacetic. Hopefully I will have less stuff in the end. Well until I get married, have a house, and clutter that up with pictures of my family all over the walls. Ugh, what an intimidating thought. I want all that stuff, but certainly not any time soon. Who knows what the future has in store for me. All I know is that I have some control over it and its gonna be such a badass time like you can't believe. Go me.
~A
SO, now to update a bit on the whole dieting gig. I ran another mile today! I even ran more of it faster! I cut about 10 minutes off my last run. I figure I will keep the same route until I can run the whole thing completely. Uphill both ways. It felt amazing doing it. I kind of petered out at the end, but my music kept me going. Seriously, a great song to run to is Whiz Kalifahs "black and yellow." I know its just some dumb song about driving nice cars and picking up bitchez, but it has slightly more meaning to me because of one of my bestest friends ever. But yeah, its the perfect tempo to run to. I know most people march to the beat of their own drum, but I can't help to step in time to the beat of everybody elses drums! 5 years of colorguard will do that to a person. Hell... one year of marching band will do that to anybody! But yeah, Swinging my flag around to the beat of a drum for 5 years definitely put me down to change tempo with the change of every song. There are points in time where I was walking that I noticed I sped up more. When I walk with people I always end up on the same foot/tempo as they do. Walking with tall people is certainly a feat for me, but it seems that I can manage.
After this mornings debauchery with the cat, I didn't think I was going to have a good day, but after I tossed some bitches under the bus I felt better and it was like things weren't my fault. They never were my fault to begin with but I have this horrible tendency to take on the responsibility of others. I want to help people, but I need to figure out a way to help others without them expecting me to do it all the time. Thats one of those things I need to work on.
So far I have a list of a few things I feel I need to work on this year and here are a few things:
1. First and foremost, my health. That is probably the most important thing because if I don't have my health I really don't have diddly squat.
2. Personal relationships. I feel like I can grow more as a person and grow with my friends and family if I can just get to know them better. Yeah I have my few besties that I know like the back of my hand, but I want to keep and maintain and grow a lot of my other relationships with people.
3. Shyness. You are probably thinking "YOU?!?! SHY?!?!!?" and yeah I am. I won't just walk up to you and start a conversation. I am actually quite horrible at that. I can start a conversation but if you don't give me something decent to work with I just clam up and go back to being quiet.
4. Controlling every little detail of every situation. If you've ever met me you know how I get with some stuff. Handling things a certain way, making sure things are done exactly the way I described them. Following my instructions to a T. Seriously, have you ever gotten street directions from me? I will give you street names, large obvious things to turn at and can even tell you the number of stairs you have to walk up to get to my front door.
5. Being less materialistic. Lately I have been a lot happier with less stuff. I've been getting rid of a lot of memorabilia from past relationships and just holding onto the important stuff. I'm not trying to erase my past, but more so embrace my future. Its hard to embrace my future when I have my past cluttering up my life. Letting go is very hard for me since I am emotionally attached to stuff. But after watching several episodes of Hoarders on TV is enough to make me want to set my storage unit on fire and start from scratch. I've got 90% of all my photos on my computer and backed up on my external drive... not much is stopping me from doing it other than its probably a federal offense and I'll get jailtime and all that jazz. I'll stick with the non crazy resolution and just not do it. Its kind of liberating having so few things, but then again I really want to play my wii...
Those are just a few things... Slowly but surely I will come to terms with it and myself and the two will become copacetic. Hopefully I will have less stuff in the end. Well until I get married, have a house, and clutter that up with pictures of my family all over the walls. Ugh, what an intimidating thought. I want all that stuff, but certainly not any time soon. Who knows what the future has in store for me. All I know is that I have some control over it and its gonna be such a badass time like you can't believe. Go me.
~A
The Devil May Mew.
Recently I've been dealing with an issue... a fly problem you might say... So last night I hung up the redneck bug solver paper and it was amazing! Every fly just stuck to it and was doomed forever. I hung three up and only two are still up now (the following morning). Well, I personally don't care much to get that sticky shit all over my hands, its horrid. I don't have enough goo gone (none) to get this junk off. WELL. This morning Waffle, my cat, decided it would be a fun time to investigate one of the fly traps. A super fluffy cat... I bet you know where this is going. Well she creeps up to the fly trap and I didnt even see her get close enough to touch it, but all of a sudden I see the cat bolt away knocking over every thing in the way. I look to see where the cat had gotten off to, and I didnt even realize what had happened. I see her over on the couch with the fly paper entangled in her fur. Instantaneously I go to the cat and pull the sticky mess from her now matted fur. I guess that means bathtime... I chuck the poor confused cat into the bathroom and dig out the kitty safe soap. This is where it gets bad... So the cat hates water, as most cats do, and she sees that tub and instantly freaks out. Hides behind the toilet and starts giving me that ominous "grrrrrrmmmmmooeowwww." I got the bath going filled up the tub a bit, and thankfully there is a shower hose so I could spray her. Long story short, I now have deep gashes in my arm and hand. She straight out bit me, and my sweet fluffy kitty is a wet rag right now and shes disappeared under some furniture somewhere after I toweled her off. If I didn't get all the sticky off her, I'm afraid I am going to have to shave her again... and thats the second most unpleasant thing a person can do to a cat. More unpleasant for the person. I don't even know where the clippers are.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Austiny Stuff
So today was actually a fantastic day. I figured I would do a follow up blog to yesterdays ramblings of a mad woman. And I was kind of "suggested" to write another blog before I leave, so here it is!
Today started off pretty cool. I'm chillin with my homie G Leens and we have some breakfast, and head out to barton springs. I usually am a pretty shameful girl and hide my wobbly bits in public as most every rotund girl might, but lately I just don't give a damn. If you don't like me for who I am then that some tough shit right there. It took me a long time to get to like myself and now I'm at a point where I like me, but there is always room for improvement! So here goes nothing. Today I went and tanned at barton springs. Not like normal lay out in the sun tanning, but I went into the bathroom with my friend and swimsuits went missing temporarily. Only my top though. I'm not quite brave enough to go full monty. It was nice. Some kid saw me (face down luckily) and was like "I WANNA SUNBAAAAAAAAAAAAATHEEEEE" to her mom. It was kind of funny. After the kid took her shower she ran out into the courtyard area in the bathroom and ploped down on a towel buck ass nekked and proclaimed "IM SUNBAAAAAAAAATHIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!" It was quite hilarious. Her mom thought it was so funny in fact that she took a pic of her kid naked in the barton springs bathroom. Sunbathing. I hope that photo never makes it to a photoalbum, because some day thats going to embarass the shit out of her. Fo reals.
After my romping around barton springs in a bikini time I went out. It was really really fun. My gentleman caller took me to a place called Polvos. Down on S. 1st St. Its pretty good! We had some nachos and a big ass pitcher of margaritas. I will not deny that I was a bit toasted for a decent portion of our outing. I wasn't driving so it was all good. The nachos there were actually quite amazing. The guac had something missing... Like flavor... but other than that, it was pretty damned good! Even had a bite or two of some Mango snow cone (against my will). That turned out to be pretty awesome as well. Again, I can't type out too many details because then my outing will lose its specialness and shiny.
After I eventually got back home, I felt the huge urge to eat some sushi. So of course I stop at the only decent sushi place in town (which is the grocery store) and I pick up some spicy tuna roll and some chicken potstickers. THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD! I munched on that and now I'm working on a bottle of water. I hate the water down here in my town. It sucks.
TWO MORE WEEKS! Until I leave for my vaycay! Which is also school... but seriously I'm going to party all the time. 5 weeks of party might possibly kill me, but we will see. :D
I'll be sure to keep updating every chance I get! I will inform you of how redonk it is to diet while abroad. I don't diet. I just walk everywhere. I always look amazing after a trip somewhere cause I don't have any transportation other than my two feet...
But yeah. Times up. Nighty night y'all.
Today started off pretty cool. I'm chillin with my homie G Leens and we have some breakfast, and head out to barton springs. I usually am a pretty shameful girl and hide my wobbly bits in public as most every rotund girl might, but lately I just don't give a damn. If you don't like me for who I am then that some tough shit right there. It took me a long time to get to like myself and now I'm at a point where I like me, but there is always room for improvement! So here goes nothing. Today I went and tanned at barton springs. Not like normal lay out in the sun tanning, but I went into the bathroom with my friend and swimsuits went missing temporarily. Only my top though. I'm not quite brave enough to go full monty. It was nice. Some kid saw me (face down luckily) and was like "I WANNA SUNBAAAAAAAAAAAAATHEEEEE" to her mom. It was kind of funny. After the kid took her shower she ran out into the courtyard area in the bathroom and ploped down on a towel buck ass nekked and proclaimed "IM SUNBAAAAAAAAATHIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!" It was quite hilarious. Her mom thought it was so funny in fact that she took a pic of her kid naked in the barton springs bathroom. Sunbathing. I hope that photo never makes it to a photoalbum, because some day thats going to embarass the shit out of her. Fo reals.
After my romping around barton springs in a bikini time I went out. It was really really fun. My gentleman caller took me to a place called Polvos. Down on S. 1st St. Its pretty good! We had some nachos and a big ass pitcher of margaritas. I will not deny that I was a bit toasted for a decent portion of our outing. I wasn't driving so it was all good. The nachos there were actually quite amazing. The guac had something missing... Like flavor... but other than that, it was pretty damned good! Even had a bite or two of some Mango snow cone (against my will). That turned out to be pretty awesome as well. Again, I can't type out too many details because then my outing will lose its specialness and shiny.
After I eventually got back home, I felt the huge urge to eat some sushi. So of course I stop at the only decent sushi place in town (which is the grocery store) and I pick up some spicy tuna roll and some chicken potstickers. THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD! I munched on that and now I'm working on a bottle of water. I hate the water down here in my town. It sucks.
TWO MORE WEEKS! Until I leave for my vaycay! Which is also school... but seriously I'm going to party all the time. 5 weeks of party might possibly kill me, but we will see. :D
I'll be sure to keep updating every chance I get! I will inform you of how redonk it is to diet while abroad. I don't diet. I just walk everywhere. I always look amazing after a trip somewhere cause I don't have any transportation other than my two feet...
But yeah. Times up. Nighty night y'all.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Sorry folks... Transmissions have been interrupted!
OKAY, So let me catch you up on the last few weeks...
Obviously I've not been adamantly dieting. I've been doing a different D word. Dare I say... Dating. So far so good. Thats all I'm gonna say about that though. This blog isnt about that!
But yeah.. I've gained a few pounds back, but like... literally only three. But I've been eating really shitty, but also exercising a bit more than usual. I've been "running" which means I will walk a lot and run a little bit and when I finally hit a mile of running total then I can go inside. so its kind of motivation to get my ass moving and get to run a solid mile. Cause that means I will get to go back inside out of the humid nasty Texas weather and into some super nice AC! I'm actually blogging from my friends house in austin, so forgive the massive gramatical/punctuation/ect. errors and whatnot. Its just plain silly.
So this week I made and epic catch of a football. It was seriously wicked! It would have been better if I didn't magically re-dislocate my GDMF shoulder while I was doing it. So there was two guys playing foosball in the park and tossing the pigskin back and forth. one guy got it and wanted to throw it to his friend (who i was walking behind). The guy I was behind was hitting on some girl who was hooching it up. He was TOTALLY distracted. His friend decided that it was a ripe time to throw the ball and aim for my head/face region. It was a little bit high so, being the awesome person that I am, decided to catch the ball. I reached up and snatched the ball right out of the air, and I must say, that catch was highly impressive. On a scale of 1-10 it was totally an 11. Really. It was that cool. Both of the guys dropped their jaws and one even exclaimed "DAMN!!! NICE HANDS!!!" Well when I caught the ball a series of usually unrelated events combined into one huge clusterfuck at my shoulder and it popped out of the socket. I spent the last two days in my sling, and recieved many making fun ofs at work. Today I went to work without my sling on, but I had it in case. I'm seriously feeling it now. Tomorrow will be spent in the sun but I will have my sling just in case of dead arm syndrome.
But other than that, since Ive been done with school I've moved out of the apt, into my friends living room, and I've been basically out and about ever since. I've been getting exponentially more giddy as June 27th rolls ever closer. I'm about ready to leave for my study abroad trip. I just gotta do a load of laundry and I'm ready to go!!! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!
I got some bomb ass plans for Italy. Not to blow it up, but to have a bomb ass time. Oh yes. Bomb ass time. So much pfun to be had.
This is all I can scrawl out in a super fast bit. I promise to update while I'm abroad and a few time before I leave... I can gurantee another adventure in drunkland blog too! That will be one week from today and then an update on sunday/monday!
I know how much you guys love to experience my experiences behind the beer goggles.
Obviously I've not been adamantly dieting. I've been doing a different D word. Dare I say... Dating. So far so good. Thats all I'm gonna say about that though. This blog isnt about that!
But yeah.. I've gained a few pounds back, but like... literally only three. But I've been eating really shitty, but also exercising a bit more than usual. I've been "running" which means I will walk a lot and run a little bit and when I finally hit a mile of running total then I can go inside. so its kind of motivation to get my ass moving and get to run a solid mile. Cause that means I will get to go back inside out of the humid nasty Texas weather and into some super nice AC! I'm actually blogging from my friends house in austin, so forgive the massive gramatical/punctuation/ect. errors and whatnot. Its just plain silly.
So this week I made and epic catch of a football. It was seriously wicked! It would have been better if I didn't magically re-dislocate my GDMF shoulder while I was doing it. So there was two guys playing foosball in the park and tossing the pigskin back and forth. one guy got it and wanted to throw it to his friend (who i was walking behind). The guy I was behind was hitting on some girl who was hooching it up. He was TOTALLY distracted. His friend decided that it was a ripe time to throw the ball and aim for my head/face region. It was a little bit high so, being the awesome person that I am, decided to catch the ball. I reached up and snatched the ball right out of the air, and I must say, that catch was highly impressive. On a scale of 1-10 it was totally an 11. Really. It was that cool. Both of the guys dropped their jaws and one even exclaimed "DAMN!!! NICE HANDS!!!" Well when I caught the ball a series of usually unrelated events combined into one huge clusterfuck at my shoulder and it popped out of the socket. I spent the last two days in my sling, and recieved many making fun ofs at work. Today I went to work without my sling on, but I had it in case. I'm seriously feeling it now. Tomorrow will be spent in the sun but I will have my sling just in case of dead arm syndrome.
But other than that, since Ive been done with school I've moved out of the apt, into my friends living room, and I've been basically out and about ever since. I've been getting exponentially more giddy as June 27th rolls ever closer. I'm about ready to leave for my study abroad trip. I just gotta do a load of laundry and I'm ready to go!!! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!
I got some bomb ass plans for Italy. Not to blow it up, but to have a bomb ass time. Oh yes. Bomb ass time. So much pfun to be had.
This is all I can scrawl out in a super fast bit. I promise to update while I'm abroad and a few time before I leave... I can gurantee another adventure in drunkland blog too! That will be one week from today and then an update on sunday/monday!
I know how much you guys love to experience my experiences behind the beer goggles.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Hungry Hungry Hippocrite.
So I realize that I haven't blogged for a long time now. YES I KNOW. I've been running around dealing with my own problems right now. Like moving. Not getting my body moving, but MOVING OUT OF MY APARTMENT. I cut off internet two days too early, which even though was a totally productive GOOD thing, I still didn't get everything packed. This is why we shouldn't torrent. I have so many video files of stuff that I have plenty of things to distract myself with to avoid doing whatever.
So now that I have shoved almost my entire life into a 10x10 cube, I am sleeping on the floor of my apartment on my papasan chair cushion, but I still have my blanket and a few things to just give away. Dishes are gone :) and kitties are at home with nothing to sit on top of. I can't wait til my friend gets home from Russia. Seriously. I want to go to a place that feels at least a little bit homey. I did earn my fair share of internet tonight though. I fixed a friends router. Who would have thought that a bunch of nerds under one roof, and none of them know how to set up their own router?! Don't matter to me, cause I set them up AND educated them on how to do it themselves. I feel like I accomplished something today too. I got to blow off some steam by painting my blue wall away, painting my purple bathroom away... creeping around my new apt complex and figured out where to park, where my new apt is... RIGHT NEXT TO THE POOL!
I apologize for the rambling. I have lots of thoughts streaming though my head and then I have a lot of background noise from this Bo Burnham guy on TV. He is funny, but too distracting to write a blog with him running in the background. HerpDerpaderp. Funny stuff but yeah.
So lets just go over some recap stuff, I don't really remember what I last wrote to you all about and I really don't care to go back and read what I wrote before. I do every once in a while, but thats just when I check my stats on most read blog evar. So far its that super long one "There will be blog" it was rambly, but semi well organized. I personally think its my cleverest title, but only if you know my opinions on danial day lewis. his movies are LONG. And there will be blood was TOO LONG, and didn't have enough blood. Don't tease me for a gore flick and then give me something about some heartfelt story about an oil monger and his deaf kid. Not interested. I did however watch the movie The Gangs of New York. I will admit that was really good. But probably because of DiCaprio, and not so much of the Day-Lewis-o. I don't care for him. He isn't the best actor, I don't care what you say, or how many oscars or emmys or whatever the hell awards he might win.
I keep getting called a whore so I'm gonna end this while I'm not distracted. Toodles.
So now that I have shoved almost my entire life into a 10x10 cube, I am sleeping on the floor of my apartment on my papasan chair cushion, but I still have my blanket and a few things to just give away. Dishes are gone :) and kitties are at home with nothing to sit on top of. I can't wait til my friend gets home from Russia. Seriously. I want to go to a place that feels at least a little bit homey. I did earn my fair share of internet tonight though. I fixed a friends router. Who would have thought that a bunch of nerds under one roof, and none of them know how to set up their own router?! Don't matter to me, cause I set them up AND educated them on how to do it themselves. I feel like I accomplished something today too. I got to blow off some steam by painting my blue wall away, painting my purple bathroom away... creeping around my new apt complex and figured out where to park, where my new apt is... RIGHT NEXT TO THE POOL!
I apologize for the rambling. I have lots of thoughts streaming though my head and then I have a lot of background noise from this Bo Burnham guy on TV. He is funny, but too distracting to write a blog with him running in the background. HerpDerpaderp. Funny stuff but yeah.
So lets just go over some recap stuff, I don't really remember what I last wrote to you all about and I really don't care to go back and read what I wrote before. I do every once in a while, but thats just when I check my stats on most read blog evar. So far its that super long one "There will be blog" it was rambly, but semi well organized. I personally think its my cleverest title, but only if you know my opinions on danial day lewis. his movies are LONG. And there will be blood was TOO LONG, and didn't have enough blood. Don't tease me for a gore flick and then give me something about some heartfelt story about an oil monger and his deaf kid. Not interested. I did however watch the movie The Gangs of New York. I will admit that was really good. But probably because of DiCaprio, and not so much of the Day-Lewis-o. I don't care for him. He isn't the best actor, I don't care what you say, or how many oscars or emmys or whatever the hell awards he might win.
I keep getting called a whore so I'm gonna end this while I'm not distracted. Toodles.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Hoedown Throwdown
So, lets play some funky music. Yeah, Aahhh. You know what it is... Black and yellow. Black and yellow.
Well lately I've been up to some stuff and I haven't been blogging about it because well... I just shouldn't. I would totally throw caution to the wind, but caution is all I have left! Since my last finals are tomorrow, I have decided that I am back on the bandwagon Thursday morning. I have my shakes and salad all lined up. I'm actually looking forward to my three healthy snacks, two shakes and amazing meal a day. Weird right? I am so pizza'd out right now. I've been so busy hanging out with people and studying and working that I kind of just ignored my diet plans for a little while. Also slacked in my blogging responsibilities as well... obviously. Did you know that finals *suck* Seriously. I would just prefer a program that just puts you straight through and when you are done you magically have earned a degree in whatever program you choose. Seriously, it works. I did it in pharmacy tech school and I feel like my grades were waaaaaaaaaaaay better then than now. I haven't failed a class yet, and I won't, but DAMN. This semester is seriously pushing my sanity limits. I have had so many big events happen to me this semester I am so ready for life to just press pause on itself.
Next semester, for me, is just a hop skip and jump away. In just over five weeks I will be in Europe traumatizing those folks instead of bitching about how America is just pissing me off. I'm going to Waxahatchie, TX this weekend, so maybe that will be nice. Get away from it all and hopefully forget some of the stupid shit I've done. Whatever. Last night I took my ambien to sleep, and I wound up doing laundry and dishes. I don't know if I can trust it anymore. I woke up and my room was clean. WHO DOES THAT?! I remember doing all of those things, but the reasons I had to justify it just don't make sense.
Its been about a month since my last "traumatic" event and I'm feeling pretty okay right now. I've had plenty of help being distracted though. Good thing for me :)
Anyways, this ramble is OH-VER.
Well lately I've been up to some stuff and I haven't been blogging about it because well... I just shouldn't. I would totally throw caution to the wind, but caution is all I have left! Since my last finals are tomorrow, I have decided that I am back on the bandwagon Thursday morning. I have my shakes and salad all lined up. I'm actually looking forward to my three healthy snacks, two shakes and amazing meal a day. Weird right? I am so pizza'd out right now. I've been so busy hanging out with people and studying and working that I kind of just ignored my diet plans for a little while. Also slacked in my blogging responsibilities as well... obviously. Did you know that finals *suck* Seriously. I would just prefer a program that just puts you straight through and when you are done you magically have earned a degree in whatever program you choose. Seriously, it works. I did it in pharmacy tech school and I feel like my grades were waaaaaaaaaaaay better then than now. I haven't failed a class yet, and I won't, but DAMN. This semester is seriously pushing my sanity limits. I have had so many big events happen to me this semester I am so ready for life to just press pause on itself.
Next semester, for me, is just a hop skip and jump away. In just over five weeks I will be in Europe traumatizing those folks instead of bitching about how America is just pissing me off. I'm going to Waxahatchie, TX this weekend, so maybe that will be nice. Get away from it all and hopefully forget some of the stupid shit I've done. Whatever. Last night I took my ambien to sleep, and I wound up doing laundry and dishes. I don't know if I can trust it anymore. I woke up and my room was clean. WHO DOES THAT?! I remember doing all of those things, but the reasons I had to justify it just don't make sense.
Its been about a month since my last "traumatic" event and I'm feeling pretty okay right now. I've had plenty of help being distracted though. Good thing for me :)
Anyways, this ramble is OH-VER.
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