Foreword: I have never been allowed to have excessive amounts of caffeine. I would have maybe a Dr. Pepper from Dr. Pizza for the alliteration alone but besides that I couldn’t. I don’t drink much pop now and I hate coffee so I am still not a big caffeine drinker. I had an incredible amount of caffeine today. I fully understand why my mom wanted to avoid this. I am downright shaking and firing on all cylinders.”
Geez am I so far from being anything near funny but I still crack myself up. We are on our vacation time in Mykonos right now and I have nothing worthwhile to say as always but will make this excessively long and excruciatingly detailed. Enjoy.
First and foremost, I finally purchased a sunhat. This has been a postponed investment due to Mommie Dearest back home. Yes, I will compare my mom to Mommie Dearest because she was withholding my sunhat privileges. Especially now that I have one and see just how truly fantastic they are, I can fully understand what she was holding hostage. People said, “Why don’t you just get one for yourself?” and I say to them, “Good point,” but I listen to my mom especially when she was one week away from willingly funding a three month long trip to Europe when I can barely be trusted walking to the train station. While in America, I tried relentlessly for weeks to get a sunhat to take on this trip. I found some wonderful ones, sent pictures to my mom, called her over in the store and I heard almost every excuse in the book to decline my sunhat. Yes, there is an entire book composed of excuses to not buy me a sunhat. These include, “It won’t fit in your luggage,” “There will be better ones over there,” “You look absolutely ridiculous,” and many others, usually along the lines of the last excuse. So many adjectives were used to describe me in a sunhat, none of which agreed with my perspective on it, which would be “awesome,” “glorious,” “phenomenal,” etc. So we go shopping the first night we are here in Mykonos and all I ask for as I enter each store is a sunhat with a turquoise ribbon on it. You’d think I could spell that word after demanding the color so much. Nowhere had it and the shop owners did that stupid thing where I would specifically ask for this hat, they would grab one that was absolutely not what I asked for, and show it to me with a look of supreme accomplishment on their face. This would be repeated probably three times after I would chuck the black hat with the white ribbon or the tacky zebra ribbon on the beige hat back at them in a fit of anger. We enter this one store and I find this absolutely magnificent white huge sunhat. I look spectacular. The ribbon on it looked like a dirty white shirt’s armpits but I ripped it off with ease while still in the store. After grabbing a new one and having my friends unnecessarily reassure me that I look fantastic in it, I get in line to purchase the hat. Some woman from London is in front of me buying some sort of postcard or deck of cards like the tourist she was and turned around with a smile and looked up at me and we had this interaction:
Bad Teeth Lady: “Is this for you?”
Awesome Me: “Yes, it most definitely is.”
Her: “Can I see this on you?”
Oh Glorious One: “Of course.”
(I put the sunhat on and she begins to giggle while I blankly stare at her. She becomes confused. Downright befuddled.)
Her: “You’re kidding, right?”
Me: “Mmmmm no.”
She turns back around after a second of uncomfortable hesitation at my straight face and goes on to purchase her lame item from the souvenir shop while I proudly stand with my gigantic hat. No one could come within a foot of me. Another man overhears me saying something about Chicago and comes over and has this dialogue with me:
Weird Short Man: “Hello Neighbor!” (Mind you, he has a thick accent)
Me: “Ugh, yeah sure, Kalispera.”
Man: “Do you know what that means? Neighbor?”
Me: “Um. Yes I do know what neighbor means. Do you?”
Man: “Yes, you’re from Chicago?”
Me: “Yep…”
Man: “Do you know, ugh Joliet?”
Me: “Yeah, do you!?”
Man: “Yes, I am from there!”
Me: “Shut up!”
This man purchased me a postcard, gave me a handshake and told me “Always remember Mykonos.” This was quite the hilarious experience similar to the feeling I get when watching a sappy Nicholas Sparks movie where their love can’t go on after they leave a certain place or time. I will never forget what we had, creepy short man from Joliet. I leave the store with the hat bagged up and all paid for. The bag was unnecessary; it was 10 at night and the perfect situation for a sunhat. Any situation is perfect for this hat. I went to about 20 more little shops to find a scarf to put on instead of the pit-stain one that came with it and was unsuccessful. I came back to the room and remembered I had just recently bought a wonderfully printed scarf from H&M earlier that week that made the most brilliant bow on this hat. Things were just falling into places, the stars were aligned. For the remainder of that night I skyped several different people just to show off the hat. I don’t think I recall a single conversation from those skype sessions or even knew what they looked like at the time, I was too busy appreciating and marveling at my own video feed in the corner of the screen where it just barely framed the hat.
Next order of business, pelicans. I hate birds, but these pelicans are just too much for me. After getting lost on the way to our one day of class, we found the famous pelicans of Mykonos. One of them named Petros likes to go up to the restaurants and beg for food from the people eating outside. This is obnoxious yet hilarious. Petros originated in 1958 and is the mascot of Mykonos. Sadly and hilariously put in the Wikipedia page, Petros was hit by a car. Imagine being the guy who killed the most important thing, a bird, to this island. Since the bird was their mascot and basically savoir, I’d say these people didn’t have much hope for their lives. I like to think they did a mob thing where they tied bricks to his feet and drowned him in the sea, but the Greeks aren’t that awesome or mobster so I’m willing to bet they couldn’t even get that right because they were too busy not working or trying to figure out what the skin at the top of the nose underneath their eyebrow looks like. Also, I have and will retain more information about Petros than most things learned here. Well, they rename a different pelican Petros. After dinner one day, I thought it was a good idea to follow Petros. This town was built to confuse invaders so clearly I am not cut out to wander around such a place. I got horribly lost in the process. I touched it a couple times. A little boy and his mom were following it as well but were getting in my way so if I remember correctly, I believe I shoved him out of the way. The next day, Nicolette and I watched a pelican stand outside of a bathroom for about 45 minutes in pure awe and contentment. This pelican picked out one of the pink feathers on the wing and tried to eat it for some reason but it flew under the door. Trying to save it for her scrapbook or make a pen out of it, Nicolette tried to go around said pelican and open the bathroom door. We found out it was locked and the pelican immediately turned towards Nicolette and barked at her. It was hilarious and I walked away yelling, “That’s it, no more pelican watching. Leaving on a high note!”
This hotel is glorious, besides the showers of course. My shower story for this blog is actually pretty hilarious. They were having water issues at this hotel, of course. So I get into the already low pressure shower, get through most of it uncomfortably and am about 2 seconds into rinsing out the conditioner when the water starts to just dribble. I call in my roommates to laugh with me. This is hilarious until I realize all the water has completely stopped. I get out, put on my towel completely unphased by the fact that yet another shower in Greece does not work anywhere near properly, and head out the door. These hotel rooms are like motels and lead to a central court so I am outside in a towel. I go to all my classmates rooms asking if their showers work. This makes a few of them uncomfortable since the towels are meant to cover the body of a dwarf. None of these showers work. I attempt to use the shower next to the pool meant to be used before getting in the water. Doesn’t work. This is a joke. I have to sit in my towel with conditioned hair for about 30 minutes before the water got fixed and was back to it’s ridiculously low pressure status. (That’s all I have about the shower for now, hope that was sufficient enough, Biff.) The pool is so beautiful and has a magnificent view of the water. It goes on forever I think. The water is brutally cold and cause for hilarious pranks ending with me in the water, but this pool offers two very specific perks: poolside food and the thing I dubbed the stage. You can order food from the very attractive hotel front desk man for cheap and he will bring it to your poolchair outside. I gotta say, it feels phenomenal. Sitting in my sunhat, lounging in my chair one leg bent gazing out at sea while a good looking Greek man brings me food. I am special. Especially since Greek men are 90% unattractive, 9% always in dark creepy corners of clubs, and 1% reasonably attractive, this is a fun time. Now onto the stage. On the far length of the pool, there is a wooden walkway across the water. This is clearly my stage. This along with the area of the water that divides the Jacuzzi (not hot tub, very different) from the pool that makes it look like I’m walking on water and basically Jesus (is it sacrilegious to fancy myself as Jesus on Easter?) This stage makes for a few things. One of which is a great time for me to show off my performing skills and shamelessly bad voice. Another is causing universal regret and blame towards whichever classmate thought it was a good idea to bring out the iPod speakers. I plan on choreographing a dance to a selection from Mamma Mia for the class to participate in. I’m pretty convincing.
After the last class we had when we went to Delos, a classmate, Kramer, had to give his presentation on symposiums. Now, symposiums were the eating and drinking parties for men. I learned a few things from this presentation. One of which, I’m weird. I may be getting this confused since I wasn’t entirely paying attention, but the men would eat the communal food like bread with their right hand and their personal plate with their left hand because the left hand was gross and personal, I believe was the expression. This caused me to react out loud, “Wait, I wipe with my right,” to my roommates sitting next to me who still repeat this story for it’s hilarity. These people must meet my friends from home if they think I’m so weird. The next thing I learned was a story about a specific symposium from who knows where where the men drank too much and got out of hand like they weren’t supposed to. This caused them to believe they were sailing in a trireme and the ship was sinking. They went ahead and panicked and started to throw all the furniture and contents of the room out onto the street in order to salvage the sinking ship. Completely unconcerned about people stealing their stuff, they kept working to drunkenly save the ship. This is hilarious and will be an ongoing joke in my life regardless of if anyone else finds it funny or understands it.
The Greeks celebrate Easter by attending mass on Saturday night at midnight. The Greeks have it figured out. It is so laid back. After attending a Catholic church a handful of times and watching Dane Cook mock it, going to a Greek church was a hilarious experience. The stuff all happened outside. I was incredibly claustrophobic and surrounded by smelly people similar to the phenomenon felt at the Taste of Chicago except I wasn’t especially concerned about getting food poisoning. The guy spoke on a microphone that could be heard throughout the streets. Chances are you were in hearing distance of a church last night. We were standing at a corner and bought or candles from a gypsy. The deal is that you just hang out, most people were adjusting their ridiculous heels or talking on their cell phones. Then at midnight, some crazy bells go off, flower petals are thrown about from the bell tower and you light your candle. This was pretty nifty, but sorry mom, I did not have any sort of religious awakening. Still a pretty terrible person. Some lady was trying to barge her way through and shoved me decently hard as I was holding a candle. This caused Nicolette to begin yelling, “Fire! You really want to mess with me while we are all holding fire!?” My hair was down and I was told today that one of the guys witnessed some strands of my hair light on fire and sizzle out but didn’t want to alarm me. This was probably a good idea because I would have began shaking my head as an immediate reaction to this news and definitely light my hair on fire Michael Jackson style without the capability to turn quickly to get it out and finish my on-stage performance. This lady was crazy though, she sucked. Then you just kinda looked around and then left. The tradition is that you bring the candle back to your home and light your hearth with it. The owner of our hotel specifically asked us not to bring the fire in our rooms. Plus the walk was windy and far and uphill so mine lasted about 2 minutes maybe. I did help a random Greek lady light hers. I brightened her life I think. So I’m pretty sure that whole experience means I’m forgiven for my sins now, right? That’s how that works I think. Whenever I feel like I do anything inappropriate in context, I will think back to this experience when my friend lit his cigarette with his Jesus candle and used the wind block thing connected to the candle that the gypsies cleverly assembled as his ashtray.
Now the Greeks put on this religious front for about 30 minutes so by 12:30 they begin to party. This is the biggest going out night in Greece or at least Mykonos so I was told. I’m not entirely sure of this logic. No one has work so it’s probably like a Black Wednesday type of deal. Plus I’m sure they have some logic like Jesus wants us to party. That whole water into wine deal, you know. So we get ready, attempt to convince the rest of the group to join us in the night’s festivities, fail as usual and then head down into town. Nicolette found this club we had been looking for for a few days called The Space Dance Mykonos Xperience. Sounds promising. Anywhere that is seemingly too busy to use the “e” at the beginning of experience is good in my book. Nicolette liked to change the name of it every time we mentioned it to some other variation of long pointless words about outer space and experiences. We get there and it looks empty and we were almost nervous about trying to get in because there were weird bouncers. I wasn’t really nervous, I make a fool out of myself without the assistance of other people. After witnessing a group of boys who I would assume to be 14 at the most got in with no question, we marched our American butts right through the sets of doors leading to what would have to be the most movie cliché club I have ever seen. Lasers. So many lasers. Within 20 minutes, I had been dragged onto one of the many three-foot big platforms above the bars containing a pole. I also convinced the weird boy who dragged me up there that it would be a better idea if he danced on the pole first while I cautiously crawled down this horribly constructed platform and idea. Next thing about what I now like to call Space Jam was the bathroom, which shared a wall with the boy’s bathroom but instead of a wall, it was a ceiling to floor window. I found this hilarious. I started throwing stuff at the window while boys would be washing their hands. Wrote some things in soap backwards. It was a good time until it got creepy. Creeps always have to ruin my fun. Unless of course it’s the Lonely Island. They create more fun. I left the bathroom where I went on to my next goal. At the back of this club was an upstairs stage that had a huge screen behind it playing a cycle of images completely irrelevant to the place such as flowers and water and letters. I would get to this stage. It involved two more poles and a semi-unacceptably-large group of all Greek men shirtless wearing tight white jeans coincidentally. Clearly this is my kind of scene. I found my way up the stairs, whether or not this was allowed is still up in the air. Got to the stage, asked fake permission to come on as I simultaneously crawled over the bars separating me from my stage. Once on the stage, I caught my friend’s eyes who were with some kids we met who came from Chicago who were completely baffled by me already. I began to dance alone because clearly none of the men on this stage were interested in coming anywhere near me. After about 12 seconds, I had an epiphany. This could be the best thing ever and I’m so glad I thought of it. I stopped, made sure I had all my friends’ attention, and began doing the running man. The image of me doing the running man on a stage at this outrageous Space Jam club with a group of shirtless tight white pants wearing men in between two poles in front of a screen flashing Greek letters and other nonsense is something I will hold dear to me forever. Sadly, no one had a camera for this event. Luckily, I will never forget it.
And I will leave you with that.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
1466. '67. 1469. 1514. 1981? 1986? Please do not do that. Come on, I swear...Just hang in there one second. Please, God, give me the answer!
Well, I’m back on a boat and unable to sleep so here comes another ramble of epic proportions. Man, I couldn’t even get through the first sentence without a spelling error. I blame the lack of sleep in my life. All’s forgiven when I average 3 hours of sleep, sorry mom. Being lanky is rough on a boat. I am sitting in a chair and a little sideways and have tripped at least 12 people, most of which are children so I don’t feel too bad but still, I have to do the awkward thing where I have to say excuse me and then realize they might not speak English and then do my terrible impression of Greek.
Well I’m not entirely sure what I should talk about. We had a day of class called “Attica Day.” Sounds pretty crazy awesome. We were going to go travel to four different sites all along the Attica. I’d love to be able to tell you the names and I’ll try my best, but my professor’s accent is borderline gibberish especially when trying to spell something. This could have been the coolest frickin day ever but of course it had to be shit. It was raining and freezing cold. Who wants to hike to an archaeological site in the pouring rain and whipping wing? Some kids in the class were pretending like they were untouchably happy about it just because they were at a site. “You can’t be upset at a site this amazing!?” I showed them. Also, within ten minutes these people contradicted themselves at least twelve times finally ending in them blatantly complaining of misery.
The first site was Rhomnos or something. Good thing there are no fact checking in this situation. Journalism would be hard. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.* Well, Rhomnos as I like to call it was pretty fantastic. There was a temple dedicated to Nemesis and some homes excavated. One of my favorite parts was seeing the herms I think they’re called. Just go with it. Well, herms are pillars with a head at the top of them. Thucydides tells us about one of the leaders going around and knocking the heads off of these herms in a fit of rage. This just brings a picture of high school kids in a pick-up truck swinging a baseball bat out the passenger window at mailboxes and reestablished my belief that shit don’t change.***
The next site…umm Vrauvron? Braubron? B’s are pronounced as V so I’m not entirely sure what is going on there. Well this was a cult dedicated to Artemis. It was closed so we literally stood on the side of a highway looking through a fence at the site. This place isn’t real. Well, girls would come here between the ages of 5 and 12 or so. It was their rite of passage but usually for aristocratic girls. The rituals had to do with bears because of some mythological story about how girls have to act like bears. Weird. But there were some things these girls had to do within the year they stayed there but the best part was that there were rooms for symposiums, drinking, which was specific to men. This tells us that there would have been some sort of graduation ceremony and then fathers would come and just drink together and probably ignore whatever beautiful traditions were happening while the moms sob and watch intently. Shit don’t change.
There’s a good chance I’m getting these confused. It was a rough day. I don’t remember the name, something with a Th- was the next site. The only thing we saw here was the ore depository system thing. This was a settlement based off of them finding silver so it was very unorganized and just built instead of planned. The ore system was fascinating and seemingly horribly dangerous but the slaves did the work so it makes sense that they didn’t care too much. Brilliant way of doing it though. On the bus, Nicolette had to give her presentation on slaves, which was very long and detailed and put most everyone to shame for their projects and life in general. Awesome.
The last site was probably my favorite thing in the world. I could just imagine how gorgeous it would be if it was a nice day. So frustrated. It was the temple of Poseidon. It was appropriate that the weather was insanity and actually hailing here because of how Poseidon was but still upsetting. It was surrounded by water on three sides and had rocks that I just sat on for a few minutes that hovered over the water. I think I was way too close to being blown off the rock though so we had to go. It was beautiful even with the wind and grey angry water. Screw you, Poseidon. This just gives me more reason to return to Greece someday though because I really need to experience this temple in pretty weather. I might not ever leave.
The busride back from that was awful. We were all soaking wet and trying to dry things off. So much windburn and discomfort. Luckily, I am a scumbag and never wear pants so I didn’t have the issue of wet heavy gross jeans. Paid off for me.
Yesterday we went on a boat to Aegina. I never get sick of looking at the water and am so impressed and in awe of everything still. We went to the temple of Aphaia or something. I just asked the two smartest kids in the class what it was called and even they didn’t know so don’t judge me. She was the goddess of the phenomenon and of things appearing and disappearing and stuff. I can honestly say I have no idea what happened at this temple. There were undefined rooms and the pediment was of war and Athena but the votives found were all female and the rooms might have been for symposium so it just seems like a mess to me. Our professor heard that we wanted more archaeology involved because Matthew did a lot of archaeology so she used this opportunity to show us that Classical archaeology tells you jack shit about what happened at the site. She was right because we had no idea what happened here. We believe it has to do with the land taking over and controlling the water based on the story that was connected to Aegina. Whatever, it was just gorgeous to look at the water from the temple. All that mattered to me. This was the site that I got yelled at for the first time. I got upset because a guy in the program referred to Kelly Clarkson as the “chubby blonde” and if the first word that comes to mind about her is “chubby” there’s definitely a skewed image of what girls should be, and this is coming from a non-feminist. Then he said that he could easily come up with a problem about every girl in the world. Emma Stone’s only problem was that she wasn’t with him, so I laughed and pointed out the fact that she willingly chose and put a conscious effort in to become a redhead and that’s definitely a problem and never acceptable. This was as we were walking up to the outdoor temple and this woman just yells, “Shh!! This is a sacred area. You’re not the only ones here!” I immediately laughed and shouted “Ohh SIgnomi! Bravo!” even though she was clearly not Greek and just a snooty arrogant tourist. Her husband had the most ridiculous mustache ever.
The next site combined some Bronze Age buildings with Classical so that was just confusing. Still not entirely sure what I looked at. I once again just sat on a column base and stared at the water. Then a couple of the girls got some food to go. We sat next to the water at a table while waiting. By the time they brought it, we just started eating it ravenously. The people a few tables away were hysterically laughing at us. We’re not real people. The guy working at the restaurant came and asked in his broken English, “Ughh not take out?” Yeah…didn’t quite make it past the table…
Less gypsies on this boat. Good times. A gypsy girl was bothering Kramer, Nicolette and I the other day when we were sitting at a café. She came back multiple times and I must say, we are pretty hilarious. Absolutely ruthless and bad people but still, hilarious which has always taken priority over decency. She was trying to sell us Kleenex. Not having it.
When we were in Olympia I was taking pictures around the site with Russell and we found some columns laying horizontal so I clearly had to steam roll them. As I was rolling around, Russell told me to make the sexy pose and face. I clearly have no idea how to do that; I’m not a real person. So I just pretended to be a cat and made a ridiculous face. This has entertained most of the group for some time now. I just looked up from typing this and Russell is across the room just making the face and hand motion.
I made my schedule for next year, which is pretty crazy to think about. This year is the first year that Lake Forest College is using online registration instead of just writing the classes you want on anything and getting it to your advisor in some way. Growing up so fast. Well, the registration for Juniors was going to be today but we’re on a boat so Nicolette somehow managed to convince the man in charge of the online registration to let us just send him the classes we want and he’ll do it for us. Umm, yes please. I’m not able to do anything by myself. Love it. So I got all the classes I wanted. I emailed him and wanted to attach a word document of the classes I wanted. Forgot to attach it. Sent a second one, finally attached it. I have to figure out a fourth class for the spring semester because it should be science/math and I definitely need to ask around to find the easiest possible one so he replied saying, “You know you only sent me three classes for the spring?” Hahahahaha yes, B.J. White, I am aware and capable of counting and know I only chose three. I love having low expectations. No one expects me to know or do anything and then bam, some kids in the program want pizza and guess who was the leader in getting there. So many high fives were given for that success.
And his name is actually B.J. White. That’s his email. I feel like he could have avoided that. Even Gaylord Focker came up with a different route. Especially once you start a profession, you could make any name you want. It reminds me of the scene in Toy Story 3 when Woody meets the new toys and the dinosaur who is the voice of the awesome girl from Flight of the Concords goes, “Really? Woody, you’re going to stick with that? Because now’s the time to change it.” Or something like that. I plan on changing my name in every phase of my life. This way, when I’m being lame or I suck people can be like, “You know, we miss Molly. This Molly Rose girl kinda sucks.” And of course she’ll suck, most people who demand to be called by their first and middle name suck. Sorry, mom, you’re the exception or something. But seriously, think about it. I’m right about this. Also, girls who have variations involved in their names are usually umm jezebels, harlots…Like Krystal, or Vikki. Or Serafena from Fenwick. She sucked. Her name sounds like an American Girl Doll but she was nothing like that. “Ohh, Sarah?” “Noooo Serafena meh meh meh.”
I would love to sleep right now but that’s just not in the cards for me. Last boat ride I spent my time blogging and then writing the paper for Conor about himself. Maybe I’ll write someone else a letter or something. So many people are sending postcards. I should do that. If I send a postcard I expect one in return. I want a postcard from like Berwyn or something ridiculous like that. Aunt Peg sent me a birthday card so I wrote on her facebook asking if sending cookies works, totally as a joke. My cousin Katy commented, “It does. She sent some to Thailand.” Oh man. This changes things. The bar has been raised.
Oh, Will2k just came on shuffle. No complaints here. It makes me a little nostalgic for driver’s ed when there would be a 90s music video break from the high quality videos of Mr. Howard reading and holding a handheld camera up to the exact same book we had except his had a few less penises drawn and/or carved in. These included the musical creations of Mariah Carey, Will Smith, or Britney Spears. This may sound like the highlight of these films, but I would argue it was second to Mr. Howard’s illiteracy. He actually could not read. You know that scene in Monty Python where the knight pronounces the word knight as “Kaaaanigget”? Yeah. Mr. Jones said “Rigahit” instead of right on multiple occasions. He struggle with the word “the” as well. Reading’s hard.
Now you’ve got me started on my driver’s ed class which is completely irrelevant to this blog yet somehow completely appropriate to talk about in any context. Mr. Howard lived in South Carolina yet ran the Mr. Howard Driver’s Ed class. Mr. Jones was the actual teacher. Pronounced “Mista Jones” by the numerous habitual visitors/crackheads. My favorites were Crackhead Darryl and Crackhead Dianne. Good times. Well, my brother went to this driver’s ed and would come home and tell my mom that Mr. Jones would be selling drugs. My mom obviously thought he was full of shit and just thought he was trying to be cool. He went on to get his license, make some terrible driving decisions combined with the worst luck ever, and end up being a driver’s ed teacher himself. I can only help he is giving his students the same opportunities as Mr. Jones did. “Have you ever drove through a Drive-Thru? Let’s practice that…” Then my sister attended and came home saying the same thing about drugs. My mom still thought it was a lie but a little weird. Maggie went on to get her license and never have any issues, of course. Knock on wood, I guess. Then I went to driver’s ed, believe it or not. I came home saying the same thing. Those behind the wheels consisted of me listening to the Bears game while sitting in park in a parking lot as Mr. Jones would go in his trunk and then disappear. Or we’d go to McDonald’s where he’d be gone for at least an hour and then return with just a small milkshake. Mom thought we were all just weirdos. This is until I was a Sophomore at RB sitting at lunch the day after my very last behind the wheel when I found out that good old Mr. Jones had been arrested for heroine possession. Of course he was. First thought, bahahahahahaha. Second though, do I still get my license? I remember blatantly calling my mom from class to tell her this story. Yes, I bullshit a lot and embellish most everything about my life, but everything has roots in truth. Proof. I did go on to get my license. In my test, the guys name was Guy, he asked if my mom was a registered nurse because our license plate was “RN” and I honestly just did not get it. He told me I passed and that I could just park and go inside and get my license. This specific parking job took up at least 4 spots. I’m not entirely sure how I even managed that. I just looked at him and Guy goes, “Well, you already passed. Whatever.” And that is reflected in my driving today.
I’m pretty sure my life is basically Slumdog Millionaire just a little varied. Most of my character traits can be explained by a pinpointed moment or story in my life. Also, there are random large dance sequences in both.
We are on our way to Mykonos today. We have class later today and then a 5-day vacation. I am beyond excited. As if I’m going to be able to learn today. Funny joke. We had to meet at 5:45 for the bus this morning. I am clearly an obnoxious morning person because I am an all over obnoxious person. First thing I did this morning was start chanting “My-Ko-Nos!” responded with a “Shut the fuck up, Molly,” from the roomies. Well-deserved. Then, Kristine joined in my annoying habits because we love the bartender at our hostel’s sports bar and his name is “Bob” so we like to pronounce it “Bab” and give him a hard time. It is reciprocated however. Like last night when this guy was trying to talk to us and took our dry brutal humor and making fun of him to his face as flirting so he stuck around for a while. I usually don’t retain or care about names, but his was Cassidy. From this moment on I made sure to end every sentence with the name “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” There was no reason to use his name this often but it was fun for me. Bab told me that he had probably heard that one before and I should try and be cleverer. Stupid Bab. I’m hysterical. Side note, who knew that more clever is wrong and should be cleverer instead? Show of hands? That’s what I thought. Crazy talk. I just do as I’m told.
What laptop doesn’t come equip with solitaire? What is this? Just started playing on my iPod and feel like Charlie playing Simon Says. Remember how challenging this game was?
Some of these people and myself have come up with a new fun game based off of the “Nicolette Zorn Movie Game.” This game consists of you naming a movie and seeing if Nicolette has seen it. 10 out of 10 times she has not seen it. It’s actually impressive. Some of these films she has had to make an effort not to watch. The variation to apply to me is a similar idea, but instead of movies, you ask an intellectual question and 10 out of 10 times I do not know the answer. It just leads to them becoming increasingly impressed by how little I actually know and me giggling at my own stupidity.
We just got some Goody’s fast food on this boat, basically McDonald’s but it gives you a side salad, which is nice. We discovered that ketchup is actually just sugar water from what we can tell so that’s awesome.
I have been to the bathroom twice and have managed to trip entering and exiting the room four times. The same people have seen all of this and just look at me with their exhausted and confused eyes.
It is basically impossible for me to sleep with all the workers walking around in their tacky blue suit coats yelling at me for putting my feet up on stuff. Not my fault you made the most uncomfortable seating arrangement and my school won’t purchase me a ticket with an assigned seat so I have to create a makeshift sleeping situation.
I’m finally in my beautiful hotel room in gorgeous Mykonos. It’s rainy and cold but the weather should turn around tomorrow supposedly. The shower is somewhat normal. I’m actually confused by it. The showerhead is facing the right way, the tub doesn’t let too much water out and you can stand somewhat comfortably. The water pressure feels like less than cotton balls hitting your head, which is terrible but I’m not one to complain. We got here and decided it was a good idea to go jump in the pool in the pouring rain. Caroline, James, Nicolette, and I did this multiple times only to come up from the water screaming clever combinations of profanities each time. It was unreasonably cold and the owner and other guests were just laughing at us. They know we’re crazy and told us to keep it down after 11pm but I don’t think they expected this. I’m sure they’re all thinking, “Dear God, they’ve been here 20 minutes and they’re already running around without pants on.” So that’s good. I’m so excited to be here and can’t wait until I get 5 days off in a row to just sit by this pool that overlooks the perfect water. Ughh. Yayayay!!
*Totally stole this from a classmate who said it yesterday but I thought it was brilliant and will overuse it as much as possible and take ownership over it. Creativity is just hiding your sources.**
**Obviously I stole this quote too but that would just be weird to give credit to someone else for that quote…
***I know, Kelly, get my own thoughts.
Well I’m not entirely sure what I should talk about. We had a day of class called “Attica Day.” Sounds pretty crazy awesome. We were going to go travel to four different sites all along the Attica. I’d love to be able to tell you the names and I’ll try my best, but my professor’s accent is borderline gibberish especially when trying to spell something. This could have been the coolest frickin day ever but of course it had to be shit. It was raining and freezing cold. Who wants to hike to an archaeological site in the pouring rain and whipping wing? Some kids in the class were pretending like they were untouchably happy about it just because they were at a site. “You can’t be upset at a site this amazing!?” I showed them. Also, within ten minutes these people contradicted themselves at least twelve times finally ending in them blatantly complaining of misery.
The first site was Rhomnos or something. Good thing there are no fact checking in this situation. Journalism would be hard. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.* Well, Rhomnos as I like to call it was pretty fantastic. There was a temple dedicated to Nemesis and some homes excavated. One of my favorite parts was seeing the herms I think they’re called. Just go with it. Well, herms are pillars with a head at the top of them. Thucydides tells us about one of the leaders going around and knocking the heads off of these herms in a fit of rage. This just brings a picture of high school kids in a pick-up truck swinging a baseball bat out the passenger window at mailboxes and reestablished my belief that shit don’t change.***
The next site…umm Vrauvron? Braubron? B’s are pronounced as V so I’m not entirely sure what is going on there. Well this was a cult dedicated to Artemis. It was closed so we literally stood on the side of a highway looking through a fence at the site. This place isn’t real. Well, girls would come here between the ages of 5 and 12 or so. It was their rite of passage but usually for aristocratic girls. The rituals had to do with bears because of some mythological story about how girls have to act like bears. Weird. But there were some things these girls had to do within the year they stayed there but the best part was that there were rooms for symposiums, drinking, which was specific to men. This tells us that there would have been some sort of graduation ceremony and then fathers would come and just drink together and probably ignore whatever beautiful traditions were happening while the moms sob and watch intently. Shit don’t change.
There’s a good chance I’m getting these confused. It was a rough day. I don’t remember the name, something with a Th- was the next site. The only thing we saw here was the ore depository system thing. This was a settlement based off of them finding silver so it was very unorganized and just built instead of planned. The ore system was fascinating and seemingly horribly dangerous but the slaves did the work so it makes sense that they didn’t care too much. Brilliant way of doing it though. On the bus, Nicolette had to give her presentation on slaves, which was very long and detailed and put most everyone to shame for their projects and life in general. Awesome.
The last site was probably my favorite thing in the world. I could just imagine how gorgeous it would be if it was a nice day. So frustrated. It was the temple of Poseidon. It was appropriate that the weather was insanity and actually hailing here because of how Poseidon was but still upsetting. It was surrounded by water on three sides and had rocks that I just sat on for a few minutes that hovered over the water. I think I was way too close to being blown off the rock though so we had to go. It was beautiful even with the wind and grey angry water. Screw you, Poseidon. This just gives me more reason to return to Greece someday though because I really need to experience this temple in pretty weather. I might not ever leave.
The busride back from that was awful. We were all soaking wet and trying to dry things off. So much windburn and discomfort. Luckily, I am a scumbag and never wear pants so I didn’t have the issue of wet heavy gross jeans. Paid off for me.
Yesterday we went on a boat to Aegina. I never get sick of looking at the water and am so impressed and in awe of everything still. We went to the temple of Aphaia or something. I just asked the two smartest kids in the class what it was called and even they didn’t know so don’t judge me. She was the goddess of the phenomenon and of things appearing and disappearing and stuff. I can honestly say I have no idea what happened at this temple. There were undefined rooms and the pediment was of war and Athena but the votives found were all female and the rooms might have been for symposium so it just seems like a mess to me. Our professor heard that we wanted more archaeology involved because Matthew did a lot of archaeology so she used this opportunity to show us that Classical archaeology tells you jack shit about what happened at the site. She was right because we had no idea what happened here. We believe it has to do with the land taking over and controlling the water based on the story that was connected to Aegina. Whatever, it was just gorgeous to look at the water from the temple. All that mattered to me. This was the site that I got yelled at for the first time. I got upset because a guy in the program referred to Kelly Clarkson as the “chubby blonde” and if the first word that comes to mind about her is “chubby” there’s definitely a skewed image of what girls should be, and this is coming from a non-feminist. Then he said that he could easily come up with a problem about every girl in the world. Emma Stone’s only problem was that she wasn’t with him, so I laughed and pointed out the fact that she willingly chose and put a conscious effort in to become a redhead and that’s definitely a problem and never acceptable. This was as we were walking up to the outdoor temple and this woman just yells, “Shh!! This is a sacred area. You’re not the only ones here!” I immediately laughed and shouted “Ohh SIgnomi! Bravo!” even though she was clearly not Greek and just a snooty arrogant tourist. Her husband had the most ridiculous mustache ever.
The next site combined some Bronze Age buildings with Classical so that was just confusing. Still not entirely sure what I looked at. I once again just sat on a column base and stared at the water. Then a couple of the girls got some food to go. We sat next to the water at a table while waiting. By the time they brought it, we just started eating it ravenously. The people a few tables away were hysterically laughing at us. We’re not real people. The guy working at the restaurant came and asked in his broken English, “Ughh not take out?” Yeah…didn’t quite make it past the table…
Less gypsies on this boat. Good times. A gypsy girl was bothering Kramer, Nicolette and I the other day when we were sitting at a café. She came back multiple times and I must say, we are pretty hilarious. Absolutely ruthless and bad people but still, hilarious which has always taken priority over decency. She was trying to sell us Kleenex. Not having it.
When we were in Olympia I was taking pictures around the site with Russell and we found some columns laying horizontal so I clearly had to steam roll them. As I was rolling around, Russell told me to make the sexy pose and face. I clearly have no idea how to do that; I’m not a real person. So I just pretended to be a cat and made a ridiculous face. This has entertained most of the group for some time now. I just looked up from typing this and Russell is across the room just making the face and hand motion.
I made my schedule for next year, which is pretty crazy to think about. This year is the first year that Lake Forest College is using online registration instead of just writing the classes you want on anything and getting it to your advisor in some way. Growing up so fast. Well, the registration for Juniors was going to be today but we’re on a boat so Nicolette somehow managed to convince the man in charge of the online registration to let us just send him the classes we want and he’ll do it for us. Umm, yes please. I’m not able to do anything by myself. Love it. So I got all the classes I wanted. I emailed him and wanted to attach a word document of the classes I wanted. Forgot to attach it. Sent a second one, finally attached it. I have to figure out a fourth class for the spring semester because it should be science/math and I definitely need to ask around to find the easiest possible one so he replied saying, “You know you only sent me three classes for the spring?” Hahahahaha yes, B.J. White, I am aware and capable of counting and know I only chose three. I love having low expectations. No one expects me to know or do anything and then bam, some kids in the program want pizza and guess who was the leader in getting there. So many high fives were given for that success.
And his name is actually B.J. White. That’s his email. I feel like he could have avoided that. Even Gaylord Focker came up with a different route. Especially once you start a profession, you could make any name you want. It reminds me of the scene in Toy Story 3 when Woody meets the new toys and the dinosaur who is the voice of the awesome girl from Flight of the Concords goes, “Really? Woody, you’re going to stick with that? Because now’s the time to change it.” Or something like that. I plan on changing my name in every phase of my life. This way, when I’m being lame or I suck people can be like, “You know, we miss Molly. This Molly Rose girl kinda sucks.” And of course she’ll suck, most people who demand to be called by their first and middle name suck. Sorry, mom, you’re the exception or something. But seriously, think about it. I’m right about this. Also, girls who have variations involved in their names are usually umm jezebels, harlots…Like Krystal, or Vikki. Or Serafena from Fenwick. She sucked. Her name sounds like an American Girl Doll but she was nothing like that. “Ohh, Sarah?” “Noooo Serafena meh meh meh.”
I would love to sleep right now but that’s just not in the cards for me. Last boat ride I spent my time blogging and then writing the paper for Conor about himself. Maybe I’ll write someone else a letter or something. So many people are sending postcards. I should do that. If I send a postcard I expect one in return. I want a postcard from like Berwyn or something ridiculous like that. Aunt Peg sent me a birthday card so I wrote on her facebook asking if sending cookies works, totally as a joke. My cousin Katy commented, “It does. She sent some to Thailand.” Oh man. This changes things. The bar has been raised.
Oh, Will2k just came on shuffle. No complaints here. It makes me a little nostalgic for driver’s ed when there would be a 90s music video break from the high quality videos of Mr. Howard reading and holding a handheld camera up to the exact same book we had except his had a few less penises drawn and/or carved in. These included the musical creations of Mariah Carey, Will Smith, or Britney Spears. This may sound like the highlight of these films, but I would argue it was second to Mr. Howard’s illiteracy. He actually could not read. You know that scene in Monty Python where the knight pronounces the word knight as “Kaaaanigget”? Yeah. Mr. Jones said “Rigahit” instead of right on multiple occasions. He struggle with the word “the” as well. Reading’s hard.
Now you’ve got me started on my driver’s ed class which is completely irrelevant to this blog yet somehow completely appropriate to talk about in any context. Mr. Howard lived in South Carolina yet ran the Mr. Howard Driver’s Ed class. Mr. Jones was the actual teacher. Pronounced “Mista Jones” by the numerous habitual visitors/crackheads. My favorites were Crackhead Darryl and Crackhead Dianne. Good times. Well, my brother went to this driver’s ed and would come home and tell my mom that Mr. Jones would be selling drugs. My mom obviously thought he was full of shit and just thought he was trying to be cool. He went on to get his license, make some terrible driving decisions combined with the worst luck ever, and end up being a driver’s ed teacher himself. I can only help he is giving his students the same opportunities as Mr. Jones did. “Have you ever drove through a Drive-Thru? Let’s practice that…” Then my sister attended and came home saying the same thing about drugs. My mom still thought it was a lie but a little weird. Maggie went on to get her license and never have any issues, of course. Knock on wood, I guess. Then I went to driver’s ed, believe it or not. I came home saying the same thing. Those behind the wheels consisted of me listening to the Bears game while sitting in park in a parking lot as Mr. Jones would go in his trunk and then disappear. Or we’d go to McDonald’s where he’d be gone for at least an hour and then return with just a small milkshake. Mom thought we were all just weirdos. This is until I was a Sophomore at RB sitting at lunch the day after my very last behind the wheel when I found out that good old Mr. Jones had been arrested for heroine possession. Of course he was. First thought, bahahahahahaha. Second though, do I still get my license? I remember blatantly calling my mom from class to tell her this story. Yes, I bullshit a lot and embellish most everything about my life, but everything has roots in truth. Proof. I did go on to get my license. In my test, the guys name was Guy, he asked if my mom was a registered nurse because our license plate was “RN” and I honestly just did not get it. He told me I passed and that I could just park and go inside and get my license. This specific parking job took up at least 4 spots. I’m not entirely sure how I even managed that. I just looked at him and Guy goes, “Well, you already passed. Whatever.” And that is reflected in my driving today.
I’m pretty sure my life is basically Slumdog Millionaire just a little varied. Most of my character traits can be explained by a pinpointed moment or story in my life. Also, there are random large dance sequences in both.
We are on our way to Mykonos today. We have class later today and then a 5-day vacation. I am beyond excited. As if I’m going to be able to learn today. Funny joke. We had to meet at 5:45 for the bus this morning. I am clearly an obnoxious morning person because I am an all over obnoxious person. First thing I did this morning was start chanting “My-Ko-Nos!” responded with a “Shut the fuck up, Molly,” from the roomies. Well-deserved. Then, Kristine joined in my annoying habits because we love the bartender at our hostel’s sports bar and his name is “Bob” so we like to pronounce it “Bab” and give him a hard time. It is reciprocated however. Like last night when this guy was trying to talk to us and took our dry brutal humor and making fun of him to his face as flirting so he stuck around for a while. I usually don’t retain or care about names, but his was Cassidy. From this moment on I made sure to end every sentence with the name “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” There was no reason to use his name this often but it was fun for me. Bab told me that he had probably heard that one before and I should try and be cleverer. Stupid Bab. I’m hysterical. Side note, who knew that more clever is wrong and should be cleverer instead? Show of hands? That’s what I thought. Crazy talk. I just do as I’m told.
What laptop doesn’t come equip with solitaire? What is this? Just started playing on my iPod and feel like Charlie playing Simon Says. Remember how challenging this game was?
Some of these people and myself have come up with a new fun game based off of the “Nicolette Zorn Movie Game.” This game consists of you naming a movie and seeing if Nicolette has seen it. 10 out of 10 times she has not seen it. It’s actually impressive. Some of these films she has had to make an effort not to watch. The variation to apply to me is a similar idea, but instead of movies, you ask an intellectual question and 10 out of 10 times I do not know the answer. It just leads to them becoming increasingly impressed by how little I actually know and me giggling at my own stupidity.
We just got some Goody’s fast food on this boat, basically McDonald’s but it gives you a side salad, which is nice. We discovered that ketchup is actually just sugar water from what we can tell so that’s awesome.
I have been to the bathroom twice and have managed to trip entering and exiting the room four times. The same people have seen all of this and just look at me with their exhausted and confused eyes.
It is basically impossible for me to sleep with all the workers walking around in their tacky blue suit coats yelling at me for putting my feet up on stuff. Not my fault you made the most uncomfortable seating arrangement and my school won’t purchase me a ticket with an assigned seat so I have to create a makeshift sleeping situation.
I’m finally in my beautiful hotel room in gorgeous Mykonos. It’s rainy and cold but the weather should turn around tomorrow supposedly. The shower is somewhat normal. I’m actually confused by it. The showerhead is facing the right way, the tub doesn’t let too much water out and you can stand somewhat comfortably. The water pressure feels like less than cotton balls hitting your head, which is terrible but I’m not one to complain. We got here and decided it was a good idea to go jump in the pool in the pouring rain. Caroline, James, Nicolette, and I did this multiple times only to come up from the water screaming clever combinations of profanities each time. It was unreasonably cold and the owner and other guests were just laughing at us. They know we’re crazy and told us to keep it down after 11pm but I don’t think they expected this. I’m sure they’re all thinking, “Dear God, they’ve been here 20 minutes and they’re already running around without pants on.” So that’s good. I’m so excited to be here and can’t wait until I get 5 days off in a row to just sit by this pool that overlooks the perfect water. Ughh. Yayayay!!
*Totally stole this from a classmate who said it yesterday but I thought it was brilliant and will overuse it as much as possible and take ownership over it. Creativity is just hiding your sources.**
**Obviously I stole this quote too but that would just be weird to give credit to someone else for that quote…
***I know, Kelly, get my own thoughts.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
I'm petrified of nipple chafing. Once it starts, it's a vicious circle. You have sensitive nipples, they chafe, so they become more sensitive, so they chafe more. It's a tough one. Gotta take precautions.
Okay I guess I’ll blog. I’m sure you have all missed me so very much. Well, Olympia was absolutely amazing. Then we came back to Athens for one night where we got two free pizzas so that was successful. The next day we went to Delphi, which is quite possibly the most beautiful place in the world. There were huge mountains and water in the distance. We ate at this restaurant that had such good pasta and a chicken Caesar salad. I have missed regular salad so much. We went and saw the stadium in Delphi and the temples. This was the site where the oracle would be. The only problem is that it is becoming tourist season as well as a lot of class field trips so the sites are a bit crowded and obnoxious. Lots of gingers too so that’s infuriating. We counted and took several pictures at Delphi. I love learning about the athletes but sadly our class doesn’t study the athletes too much. We did get to see a pool that was just for lounging about and relaxing so I like to think it was a giant hot tub. When we were standing on the street in front of a valley that led to a mountain one of the funniest kids I have ever met said this to the girl Keegan in our group, “I want to get some perspective on how far that mountain is. Kegs, throw a rock.” I couldn’t breathe due to laughter for quite some time. We also drank water out of the springs that were once used to cleanse yourself after pollution. So people who murdered people would come and just rinse off here and all was good. And then we all drank it. Sounds good. I feel like a better person. My insides have been cleansed of miasma. Now I won’t have to feel the wrath of Hera for being such a terrible person.
Demeter represents the women who let themselves go after getting married. This is why she has temples because she would be inside and not seen by the public. I like to think of her temples as a kitchen basically. It’s okay to make sexist jokes, I’m a girl. Just like how Ezra makes the best Jewish jokes in the group. Takes the fun away from the rest of us because we’re not nearly as funny when we try to make Jew jokes as he is. He’ll walk into a room and just shout, “Everyone put away their pennies.”
We also hiked up a mountain in Delphi. I’m not entirely sure why people do that for enjoyment. It was exhausting and a weird combination of hot and cold. There was a house at the top and some seating areas and I was absolutely baffled by this. Was this place frequently visited enough to have this stuff here? If so, people are nuts. It was an incredible view from the top and I wish I could stay there for longer. Except people do camp up there and that sounds insane. On the way down, one kid adventured off to find a cave while we waited for him and he came back walking weird holding something behind his back. When we asked what it was, he pulls an animals jaw bone out from behind his back and yells, “Petrified! I am petrified!” I nearly peed my pants it was so hilarious. He told us it was terrifying, lots of animal bones. I asked if it was anything like the Lion King and that I wanted to go. We walked over there and it was ridiculous. So. Many. Bones! They felt fake and it was a really weird thing to see. We took one and put it by the entrance as a “warning” because we’re lame like that. Then we let the same kid go on another adventure. This kid is ultra clumsy and hilarious in that way. He comes back to tell us he found massive cows. He also waited a few minutes before telling us this story: “Some birds flew out of a cave and startled me. I fell on a rock.” I laughed for extended periods of time. On the way down the mountain, once we could finally see the street I could no longer walk down the path. Muscle control was just gone, having bad knees is fun. So I started to run knowing very well I would fall. Which I did. Twice. It was hilarious. The first time I fell the first thought that popped into my head was that I should do a volleyball roll to stand back up. I agreed with this and began to do one, then realized I never learned how to volleyball roll and am completely incapable of doing such a thing so I ended up just rolling on my back for a few feet. That on top of running into every bed corner and countertop have given me some very bruised and abused legs.
One of the funnier things I have ever done was accomplished at the site of the oracle. We found a hole in a wall that took you through a tunnel underneath and around the Temple of Apollo where there was a group of 30 or so Spanish students looking incredibly bored. One of the ways you could exit was under a rock that two girls were sitting on with their feet dangling. Clearly I had to crawl out there and completely disrupt and shock the class who were absolutely unaware of this hole and tunnel. After getting the attention of my class from a different exit of the hole, I crawled back to the exit near the girls, composed my laughter, and moved the girls feet and crawled out onto the grass near the temple about 4 feet from the professor who was standing and lecturing. I found it hilarious and walked off holding in laughter, but the best part is that the class and professor thought nothing of it. I think one person gave me a look. Not a single person laughed except the people in my class. This was hilarious to me. Please imagine you are about 45 minutes into a lecture sitting in the hot sun on an archaeological site and a girl just crawls out from under two people right into the middle of your group. This would be uncontrollably funny if it happened to me. I honestly don’t think I could come back from that. Good times. I’m still “That American” no one likes.
Now we are back in Athens. We studied at the Acropolis, which was pretty amazing as you could guess. Saw a lot of gingers and some tool in an all grey sweatsuit that would have been too small on me. Got some pictures of that. Our professor used the word “boobies” and now I like her a lot. Today we went to the Agora on the Acropolis, which is where the boule would meet so basically where public speaking started. I had to give a presentation about rhetoric and appropriately bullshitted my way through it. I think it went really well. I got to make the joke about how public speaking is the number one fear second to death so someone would rather be in the casket than giving the eulogy at a funeral. I didn’t use “like” or “umm” or “ughh” the entire time so that’s good considering some people in the class tally that. Hilarious.
So my roommates and I have a rotation for who purchases this drink called “Gordon’s Space.” It is unbelievably delicious. As Rachel Berry would say, “It tastes like pink!!” We go to a kiosk and buy out the entire fridge of them which is usually 6 or 8 so not too bad, just very hilarious and as Nicolette said as I walked away from one with a plastic bag filled carrying it like a baby, “That’s not embarrassing at all.” Nicolette also said, “Wait. You have a rotation for who buys out all the Gordon’s?” Yeah, we’re losers.
Last night was karaoke, which we finally got to go to after missing it for weeks. It was a lot of fun, I sang Grease “We Go Together” and Madonna “Like A Prayer.” An old man with a harmonica told me, “You’re very entertaining up there. Can’t sing worth shit, but still funny.” My friends called me over because they met a kid who was from Canada but was born in Chicago. Not thinking much of it, since Chicago is a big popular city I asked where he was born. He told me Hinsdale. I said “Hinsdale as in Hinsdale Hospital!?” Everyone laughed at me because of course he was born in a hospital. This absolutely blew my mind. I was in Athens, Greece at karaoke night in a sports bar talking to a Canadian who was born in the exact same hospital as me! This was insane to me and still is. I told everyone and I don’t think they find it nearly as amazing as I do. Whatever, I think it’s pretty crazy. This place is not real. One more thing that proves that, my roommate couldn’t find her earring and it showed up in my bag today. Okay Kelsey’s bag. Okay, maybe I took it and don’t remember. But whatever, this place is magical and unreal.
My friend bought a shirt here that shows a rhino running on a treadmill looking determined at a poster of a unicorn like that’s his goal. So funny.
Oh, our shower situations
The one night we stayed in Athens: Same thing with the open shower at always in Athens, but it faced the glass slab this time so there was about 12 inches of room to fit in to shower in the corner. Smart.
Delphi: Similar to the shower in Pylos where the dolphins attacked. The curtain was white so it was a crazy experience to be feeling like it was suffocating you as if you were Morgan Freeman in his last scene of Lucky Number Slevin. Also, the shower head would not stay on the wall so you either had it facing and spraying at the wall, had to hold it in your hand, or do what I did and just allow it to fall on your head regularly. The bathroom floor got sopping wet and they didn’t even offer a squeegee. GWA.
Now our shower is the same old same old open area Athens shower. This time they threw a shelf in the corned across from the shower head about 2 feet away so that’s smart. All our toiletries are permanently sopping with now, especially because the water just builds up on each level of the shelf. Plus our squeegee doesn’t have a long handle so it’s like a hand held thing instead of a broom.
My roommate Kristine is sick so she is trying to make some soup but they don’t sell it in a can, they sell it in powder packets that you add to water. Which would be okay, but we need a liter of water. This is a problem because we have no idea how much a liter is. We used our coffee pot to measure that out, only to discover they don’t give us a pot big enough to fit a liter of water in. I said to just make it in the coffee pot but hey, that’s just me.
I never knew how truly weird I was until I came on this trip. I guess I’m just accepted at home and surrounded by weirdos there too because I will just say something in passing like it’s no big deal and people will be absolutely befuddled by these things I say and consider normal. I find myself saying, “Oh, you guys don’t do that?” or “That’s weird?” a lot.
We were listening to music in our room with a majority of the group in Delphi and Jay-Z 99 Problems came on. Nicolette knows literally every word to the song with hand gestures and everything. She is my go-to pop culture soul mate. I will quote something, she says the next line. I will as the group as a whole things like, “Does anyone watch Between Two Ferns?” of course she watches between two ferns. We go out dancing at a club, and end up just doing the dance moves from the Always Sunny episode, “The Gang Dances Their Asses Off.” We also did the worm at a club once. Completely out of line.
Just found out that the boys of Glee will be doing “Friday” by Rebecca Black in their prom episode. There is so much wrong in that sentence. I’m not entirely sure what to do with that. Plus Lady Gaga’s song just came out and involves the line “I’m still in love with Judas, baby.” So much confusion coming my way that I don’t know how to deal with. I did however see a hilarious youtube video today called PowerThirst. I highly recommend it. Especially you, Maggie and Kelly, just so I can say things to you like “So many babies! 400 babies!” and it be mutually funny.
Now I will come up with a name for this and finally get a good night’s rest in order to wander around a museum. I’ll try and get this one correct because Mary Jo got up on her high horse and called me out on the last one because some sources say “Tis.” Well, in imdb I trust so I just copied and pasted. I hear that Terry cheats when it comes to these quotes. Every party has a pooper, that’s why we invited you, party pooper.
Demeter represents the women who let themselves go after getting married. This is why she has temples because she would be inside and not seen by the public. I like to think of her temples as a kitchen basically. It’s okay to make sexist jokes, I’m a girl. Just like how Ezra makes the best Jewish jokes in the group. Takes the fun away from the rest of us because we’re not nearly as funny when we try to make Jew jokes as he is. He’ll walk into a room and just shout, “Everyone put away their pennies.”
We also hiked up a mountain in Delphi. I’m not entirely sure why people do that for enjoyment. It was exhausting and a weird combination of hot and cold. There was a house at the top and some seating areas and I was absolutely baffled by this. Was this place frequently visited enough to have this stuff here? If so, people are nuts. It was an incredible view from the top and I wish I could stay there for longer. Except people do camp up there and that sounds insane. On the way down, one kid adventured off to find a cave while we waited for him and he came back walking weird holding something behind his back. When we asked what it was, he pulls an animals jaw bone out from behind his back and yells, “Petrified! I am petrified!” I nearly peed my pants it was so hilarious. He told us it was terrifying, lots of animal bones. I asked if it was anything like the Lion King and that I wanted to go. We walked over there and it was ridiculous. So. Many. Bones! They felt fake and it was a really weird thing to see. We took one and put it by the entrance as a “warning” because we’re lame like that. Then we let the same kid go on another adventure. This kid is ultra clumsy and hilarious in that way. He comes back to tell us he found massive cows. He also waited a few minutes before telling us this story: “Some birds flew out of a cave and startled me. I fell on a rock.” I laughed for extended periods of time. On the way down the mountain, once we could finally see the street I could no longer walk down the path. Muscle control was just gone, having bad knees is fun. So I started to run knowing very well I would fall. Which I did. Twice. It was hilarious. The first time I fell the first thought that popped into my head was that I should do a volleyball roll to stand back up. I agreed with this and began to do one, then realized I never learned how to volleyball roll and am completely incapable of doing such a thing so I ended up just rolling on my back for a few feet. That on top of running into every bed corner and countertop have given me some very bruised and abused legs.
One of the funnier things I have ever done was accomplished at the site of the oracle. We found a hole in a wall that took you through a tunnel underneath and around the Temple of Apollo where there was a group of 30 or so Spanish students looking incredibly bored. One of the ways you could exit was under a rock that two girls were sitting on with their feet dangling. Clearly I had to crawl out there and completely disrupt and shock the class who were absolutely unaware of this hole and tunnel. After getting the attention of my class from a different exit of the hole, I crawled back to the exit near the girls, composed my laughter, and moved the girls feet and crawled out onto the grass near the temple about 4 feet from the professor who was standing and lecturing. I found it hilarious and walked off holding in laughter, but the best part is that the class and professor thought nothing of it. I think one person gave me a look. Not a single person laughed except the people in my class. This was hilarious to me. Please imagine you are about 45 minutes into a lecture sitting in the hot sun on an archaeological site and a girl just crawls out from under two people right into the middle of your group. This would be uncontrollably funny if it happened to me. I honestly don’t think I could come back from that. Good times. I’m still “That American” no one likes.
Now we are back in Athens. We studied at the Acropolis, which was pretty amazing as you could guess. Saw a lot of gingers and some tool in an all grey sweatsuit that would have been too small on me. Got some pictures of that. Our professor used the word “boobies” and now I like her a lot. Today we went to the Agora on the Acropolis, which is where the boule would meet so basically where public speaking started. I had to give a presentation about rhetoric and appropriately bullshitted my way through it. I think it went really well. I got to make the joke about how public speaking is the number one fear second to death so someone would rather be in the casket than giving the eulogy at a funeral. I didn’t use “like” or “umm” or “ughh” the entire time so that’s good considering some people in the class tally that. Hilarious.
So my roommates and I have a rotation for who purchases this drink called “Gordon’s Space.” It is unbelievably delicious. As Rachel Berry would say, “It tastes like pink!!” We go to a kiosk and buy out the entire fridge of them which is usually 6 or 8 so not too bad, just very hilarious and as Nicolette said as I walked away from one with a plastic bag filled carrying it like a baby, “That’s not embarrassing at all.” Nicolette also said, “Wait. You have a rotation for who buys out all the Gordon’s?” Yeah, we’re losers.
Last night was karaoke, which we finally got to go to after missing it for weeks. It was a lot of fun, I sang Grease “We Go Together” and Madonna “Like A Prayer.” An old man with a harmonica told me, “You’re very entertaining up there. Can’t sing worth shit, but still funny.” My friends called me over because they met a kid who was from Canada but was born in Chicago. Not thinking much of it, since Chicago is a big popular city I asked where he was born. He told me Hinsdale. I said “Hinsdale as in Hinsdale Hospital!?” Everyone laughed at me because of course he was born in a hospital. This absolutely blew my mind. I was in Athens, Greece at karaoke night in a sports bar talking to a Canadian who was born in the exact same hospital as me! This was insane to me and still is. I told everyone and I don’t think they find it nearly as amazing as I do. Whatever, I think it’s pretty crazy. This place is not real. One more thing that proves that, my roommate couldn’t find her earring and it showed up in my bag today. Okay Kelsey’s bag. Okay, maybe I took it and don’t remember. But whatever, this place is magical and unreal.
My friend bought a shirt here that shows a rhino running on a treadmill looking determined at a poster of a unicorn like that’s his goal. So funny.
Oh, our shower situations
The one night we stayed in Athens: Same thing with the open shower at always in Athens, but it faced the glass slab this time so there was about 12 inches of room to fit in to shower in the corner. Smart.
Delphi: Similar to the shower in Pylos where the dolphins attacked. The curtain was white so it was a crazy experience to be feeling like it was suffocating you as if you were Morgan Freeman in his last scene of Lucky Number Slevin. Also, the shower head would not stay on the wall so you either had it facing and spraying at the wall, had to hold it in your hand, or do what I did and just allow it to fall on your head regularly. The bathroom floor got sopping wet and they didn’t even offer a squeegee. GWA.
Now our shower is the same old same old open area Athens shower. This time they threw a shelf in the corned across from the shower head about 2 feet away so that’s smart. All our toiletries are permanently sopping with now, especially because the water just builds up on each level of the shelf. Plus our squeegee doesn’t have a long handle so it’s like a hand held thing instead of a broom.
My roommate Kristine is sick so she is trying to make some soup but they don’t sell it in a can, they sell it in powder packets that you add to water. Which would be okay, but we need a liter of water. This is a problem because we have no idea how much a liter is. We used our coffee pot to measure that out, only to discover they don’t give us a pot big enough to fit a liter of water in. I said to just make it in the coffee pot but hey, that’s just me.
I never knew how truly weird I was until I came on this trip. I guess I’m just accepted at home and surrounded by weirdos there too because I will just say something in passing like it’s no big deal and people will be absolutely befuddled by these things I say and consider normal. I find myself saying, “Oh, you guys don’t do that?” or “That’s weird?” a lot.
We were listening to music in our room with a majority of the group in Delphi and Jay-Z 99 Problems came on. Nicolette knows literally every word to the song with hand gestures and everything. She is my go-to pop culture soul mate. I will quote something, she says the next line. I will as the group as a whole things like, “Does anyone watch Between Two Ferns?” of course she watches between two ferns. We go out dancing at a club, and end up just doing the dance moves from the Always Sunny episode, “The Gang Dances Their Asses Off.” We also did the worm at a club once. Completely out of line.
Just found out that the boys of Glee will be doing “Friday” by Rebecca Black in their prom episode. There is so much wrong in that sentence. I’m not entirely sure what to do with that. Plus Lady Gaga’s song just came out and involves the line “I’m still in love with Judas, baby.” So much confusion coming my way that I don’t know how to deal with. I did however see a hilarious youtube video today called PowerThirst. I highly recommend it. Especially you, Maggie and Kelly, just so I can say things to you like “So many babies! 400 babies!” and it be mutually funny.
Now I will come up with a name for this and finally get a good night’s rest in order to wander around a museum. I’ll try and get this one correct because Mary Jo got up on her high horse and called me out on the last one because some sources say “Tis.” Well, in imdb I trust so I just copied and pasted. I hear that Terry cheats when it comes to these quotes. Every party has a pooper, that’s why we invited you, party pooper.
Friday, April 8, 2011
On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
I have tweeted 132 times. What do I possibly think I have to say that I need to tweet that often as well as have a blog?
I’ll continue both, of course. This time I get to use real names. Except I do have to say that Delta and a few other funny people here keep quoting "It's just a flesh wound" about her head injury so that is absolutely hilarious. Moving on. So far Olympia has been really wonderful. We went for a stroll last night as a class. It took about 4 minutes to get through the entire town and that’s because my professor stopped to talk a few times and I’ve mentioned how he’s a slow talker. There’s about two streets and there about two blocks long. Afterwards we were all going to go to dinner together, but some of the class abandoned Kristine as she was helping Fisher pick out what to get us for lunch today. Since Caroline and I are really close with Kristine and decent human beings, we waited for her while everyone else just walked away. Fisher ended up buying us delicious chocolate and then showing us the place where he’s taking us out to dinner tonight. We sat down there while he lit a cigarette and drank a beer completely disregarding the no smoking signs in Greek and English with a picture of a cigarette with the red circle and line through it that reminds me of Ghostbusters that was sitting on every individual table. This guy is just so boss. He does whatever he wants and knows everything and everyone. So strange. We were all incredibly hungry after the ridiculous day we had and were so ready to eat. This was probably the best tzatsiki I had ever had. It was really good combined with starvation. Yummy. Then we got souvlaki which is basically a kebab and maxed out on it. It was called “Souvlaki Big Chicken” and the big part sold us. Kristine accidentally catapulted the first piece of her meat off her skewer and I think I saw a couple tears. The flung meat just stared at us, tempting us for the rest of the meal. It was delicious. We scraped the tzatsiki clean with fries and left no traces of food. When I went to go pay for the check, which you have to go get it or else they’ll let you just sit there for hours without ever bringing it, I had a humorous conversation with the busy owner. He was trying to tell me that Professor Fisher had paid for our meal, but he had left before we even got our food and I assumed he was saying that he paid for his beer. This was very confusing for me and took minutes to straighten out. When I returned to the table, my friends didn’t believe me, which is reasonable since I’m a moron, and checked with the owner again. He began to get annoyed by our stupidity. All I know is that us being patient and waiting for Kristine got us a free dinner and free chocolate. We are clearly the favorite in the group and that is pretty fantastic.
After dinner we walked back and went past a store that some classmates were in. They awkwardly walked out and tried to hurry us along. We were very annoyed by this. They’re lucky we had just eaten our body weight in meat because we were all super cranky and hating everyone before that. I put some pieces together and realized that a boy I recently referred to as Cullen was buying the girl I called Delta flowers because he felt terrible and personally responsible for her still. I figured that out, high kicked, shouted “Nancy Drew” and then tried to figure out why they wouldn’t let us know that. That bothered me even more. Like they were going to get her flowers and try to be that person who wants all the credit for caring and showing sympathy and not let everyone else be involved. You know the kind, the person who will sign individual names on things just to point out that they were the first name, the one to organize it, and show who they shouldn’t thank. Considering the three of us were the most helpful and involved in the night, we were pissed. Well, it was more like me being annoyed by that.
We noticed that the stars were absolutely beautiful and decided to lay down on the hill street thing that leads to our hotel and look up at the stars. The group from the store came walking up and I had calmed down about them being “those people” and offered them to lay down with us when Cullen walked up holding three bouquets of flowers, one for Delta, one for Telescope and one for me! We all helped with his sickness the previous night and he wanted to thank us so he got us flowers! How nice, right?! People don’t get me flowers. I couldn’t even spell bouquet just now. It was pretty precious. I asked him to take a picture with me and the flowers and he was hesitant to because he didn’t want people to ask why he got them for me and then I have to explain that he projectile vomited all over the hostel wall. I reassured him that I would not tell anyone. I am always full of shit.
Our professor walked up, saw us lying there alone and started to talk to us about the stars. He sent me to a kiosk to get us some drinks. We actually paid for them though because we actually would have felt bad if he did considering he paid for so much. I bought 6 of these delicious drinks in a bottle and was holding two in my right hand and had one in my right armpit. I went to grab the fourth and the armpit one slipped out. I made a miraculous catch behind the back with my left hand without dropping or breaking anything. One of my prouder moments, especially relating to coordination. After buying out all the fruity drinks left at a kiosk, I ran back up the exhausting hill. Everyone went inside but I was so freaked out that they were hiding like jerks trying to scare me since they know I’m afraid of the dark. I screamed the entire way up calling them names and trying to get them to come out of the hiding spots only to find out I was completely alone. I’m weird. Then our professor came back out with us and gave us an astronomy lesson that was really amazing since I’m used to Chicago stars and not being able to see anything. I kept calling it astrology and that is not right.
I got a full nine hours of sleep and felt amazing when I woke up. Breakfast had these potato things that were so delicious. It was a nice change of pace from the usual breakfast we get of hard break and slices of tomato. We went to the archaeological site of Olympia. It was a sanctuary but also held the Olympic games that started in 776. I asked my classmates around me if I just call it Olympia or what and they are now continuing being smart and specific about it. All I care about is that it was beautiful and makes me appreciate history so much more knowing about the athletes. I am the only one here passionate about playing sports and only one other has very much appreciation for how cool this is but they get excited about workshops and streets and were so confused to see me so excited about a historic site. I got to start in the ancient starting blocks and run the race in the stadium. Amazing. I remember Ms. Brabec told me she did that and it has sounded like the coolest thing ever and it might have been. Then we sat and watched as the tourists did a similar thing. I got sunburned while arrogantly laughing at them while the other groups ran the race backwards. Psh silly tourists. You always finish a race towards the sanctuary. I guess not everyone can be such worldly scholar like me. I just spelled worldly wrong. Thank you, spell-check.
We finished, ate some lunch and some of us decided to walk up this hill that barely had a path. It was a beautiful view. You could see the whole sanctuary from above. On the way down I slipped, grabbed onto a tree to catch myself. Funny story about that tree is that it bent with me and I landed in a thorny bush. Luckily a classmate who is probably clumsier than me saw and we got a good laugh while everyone else tried to figure out what happened. So hilarious.
We got back to the hotel and showering felt wonderful on my sunburn and scratches from the adventuring through the thorns and other unknown things. I forgot to move the towels from the shelf in the shower so those got sopping wet so that’s good. Now I’m downstairs in the lobby to get Internet in my sister’s boyfriend’s basketball shorts (sorry, Mag) and a long sleeve t-shirt that just says “Teamwork” on the front and “Trust It.” on the back. I look pretty ridiculous. I am barefoot and putting my feet up on the table even though the bottom of your feet or shoes are considered to be very rude and offensive. Hence why people over here threw shoes at Bush a few years ago. Greek assholes are judging me. Typical. We’re going out for a meat filled dinner tonight again in about an hour so maybe I should get dressed and look like a real person so they will serve me.
Some of the classmates just realized I’m blogging and are interested in reading it. They want me to send them the link to it. Errr…not a good idea. Maybe I’ll start a fake one and send them that link? You think I can just send them Maggie’s blog about Iceland? I think they would believe that it’s mine not because they’re stupid, but because they think I’m one of the dumbest people they have ever met.
Everyone around me is attempting to create their schedules for next year and one of them had a free class to do whatever with it and I told them to take a comm class because they’re easy and usually the more entertaining ones. She told me she couldn’t because her dad would kill her. I think the quote was, “I once joked to my dad that I was a communication major and he started to cry. I had never seen him show that much emotion. He asked why I was disappointing him.” I guess her dad thinks that communications is a pointless major. It probably is, and I think it was hilarious, but part of me wants to defend it for the sake of defending it. Yes it’s stupid and I have no visible future because of my decision to be a comm major, but it’s like making fun of my mom. I can say absolutely anything about her tiny feet, terrible concept of song lyrics, and crazy antics on sports she doesn’t fully understand, but the minute you insult her I will get personally offended. Same goes to my ginger cousin. Don’t cross me.
So my defense is that sure, he is probably much smarter and more successful than I’ll ever be. And sure, his daughter is probably smarter as well. Sure, she’ll have a future with her history major and will always have that intelligence to rely on…
I just dug myself a pretty deep hole.
I can communicate better than her and her dad. Personality can get you far, right? I’m well-rounded? I have options with a career and her major is one track? Umm…
Screw it, I’m going to go sit by my friends who are creeping on facebook instead of planning a schedule.
They’re psych majors. My kind of crowd.
I’ll continue both, of course. This time I get to use real names. Except I do have to say that Delta and a few other funny people here keep quoting "It's just a flesh wound" about her head injury so that is absolutely hilarious. Moving on. So far Olympia has been really wonderful. We went for a stroll last night as a class. It took about 4 minutes to get through the entire town and that’s because my professor stopped to talk a few times and I’ve mentioned how he’s a slow talker. There’s about two streets and there about two blocks long. Afterwards we were all going to go to dinner together, but some of the class abandoned Kristine as she was helping Fisher pick out what to get us for lunch today. Since Caroline and I are really close with Kristine and decent human beings, we waited for her while everyone else just walked away. Fisher ended up buying us delicious chocolate and then showing us the place where he’s taking us out to dinner tonight. We sat down there while he lit a cigarette and drank a beer completely disregarding the no smoking signs in Greek and English with a picture of a cigarette with the red circle and line through it that reminds me of Ghostbusters that was sitting on every individual table. This guy is just so boss. He does whatever he wants and knows everything and everyone. So strange. We were all incredibly hungry after the ridiculous day we had and were so ready to eat. This was probably the best tzatsiki I had ever had. It was really good combined with starvation. Yummy. Then we got souvlaki which is basically a kebab and maxed out on it. It was called “Souvlaki Big Chicken” and the big part sold us. Kristine accidentally catapulted the first piece of her meat off her skewer and I think I saw a couple tears. The flung meat just stared at us, tempting us for the rest of the meal. It was delicious. We scraped the tzatsiki clean with fries and left no traces of food. When I went to go pay for the check, which you have to go get it or else they’ll let you just sit there for hours without ever bringing it, I had a humorous conversation with the busy owner. He was trying to tell me that Professor Fisher had paid for our meal, but he had left before we even got our food and I assumed he was saying that he paid for his beer. This was very confusing for me and took minutes to straighten out. When I returned to the table, my friends didn’t believe me, which is reasonable since I’m a moron, and checked with the owner again. He began to get annoyed by our stupidity. All I know is that us being patient and waiting for Kristine got us a free dinner and free chocolate. We are clearly the favorite in the group and that is pretty fantastic.
After dinner we walked back and went past a store that some classmates were in. They awkwardly walked out and tried to hurry us along. We were very annoyed by this. They’re lucky we had just eaten our body weight in meat because we were all super cranky and hating everyone before that. I put some pieces together and realized that a boy I recently referred to as Cullen was buying the girl I called Delta flowers because he felt terrible and personally responsible for her still. I figured that out, high kicked, shouted “Nancy Drew” and then tried to figure out why they wouldn’t let us know that. That bothered me even more. Like they were going to get her flowers and try to be that person who wants all the credit for caring and showing sympathy and not let everyone else be involved. You know the kind, the person who will sign individual names on things just to point out that they were the first name, the one to organize it, and show who they shouldn’t thank. Considering the three of us were the most helpful and involved in the night, we were pissed. Well, it was more like me being annoyed by that.
We noticed that the stars were absolutely beautiful and decided to lay down on the hill street thing that leads to our hotel and look up at the stars. The group from the store came walking up and I had calmed down about them being “those people” and offered them to lay down with us when Cullen walked up holding three bouquets of flowers, one for Delta, one for Telescope and one for me! We all helped with his sickness the previous night and he wanted to thank us so he got us flowers! How nice, right?! People don’t get me flowers. I couldn’t even spell bouquet just now. It was pretty precious. I asked him to take a picture with me and the flowers and he was hesitant to because he didn’t want people to ask why he got them for me and then I have to explain that he projectile vomited all over the hostel wall. I reassured him that I would not tell anyone. I am always full of shit.
Our professor walked up, saw us lying there alone and started to talk to us about the stars. He sent me to a kiosk to get us some drinks. We actually paid for them though because we actually would have felt bad if he did considering he paid for so much. I bought 6 of these delicious drinks in a bottle and was holding two in my right hand and had one in my right armpit. I went to grab the fourth and the armpit one slipped out. I made a miraculous catch behind the back with my left hand without dropping or breaking anything. One of my prouder moments, especially relating to coordination. After buying out all the fruity drinks left at a kiosk, I ran back up the exhausting hill. Everyone went inside but I was so freaked out that they were hiding like jerks trying to scare me since they know I’m afraid of the dark. I screamed the entire way up calling them names and trying to get them to come out of the hiding spots only to find out I was completely alone. I’m weird. Then our professor came back out with us and gave us an astronomy lesson that was really amazing since I’m used to Chicago stars and not being able to see anything. I kept calling it astrology and that is not right.
I got a full nine hours of sleep and felt amazing when I woke up. Breakfast had these potato things that were so delicious. It was a nice change of pace from the usual breakfast we get of hard break and slices of tomato. We went to the archaeological site of Olympia. It was a sanctuary but also held the Olympic games that started in 776. I asked my classmates around me if I just call it Olympia or what and they are now continuing being smart and specific about it. All I care about is that it was beautiful and makes me appreciate history so much more knowing about the athletes. I am the only one here passionate about playing sports and only one other has very much appreciation for how cool this is but they get excited about workshops and streets and were so confused to see me so excited about a historic site. I got to start in the ancient starting blocks and run the race in the stadium. Amazing. I remember Ms. Brabec told me she did that and it has sounded like the coolest thing ever and it might have been. Then we sat and watched as the tourists did a similar thing. I got sunburned while arrogantly laughing at them while the other groups ran the race backwards. Psh silly tourists. You always finish a race towards the sanctuary. I guess not everyone can be such worldly scholar like me. I just spelled worldly wrong. Thank you, spell-check.
We finished, ate some lunch and some of us decided to walk up this hill that barely had a path. It was a beautiful view. You could see the whole sanctuary from above. On the way down I slipped, grabbed onto a tree to catch myself. Funny story about that tree is that it bent with me and I landed in a thorny bush. Luckily a classmate who is probably clumsier than me saw and we got a good laugh while everyone else tried to figure out what happened. So hilarious.
We got back to the hotel and showering felt wonderful on my sunburn and scratches from the adventuring through the thorns and other unknown things. I forgot to move the towels from the shelf in the shower so those got sopping wet so that’s good. Now I’m downstairs in the lobby to get Internet in my sister’s boyfriend’s basketball shorts (sorry, Mag) and a long sleeve t-shirt that just says “Teamwork” on the front and “Trust It.” on the back. I look pretty ridiculous. I am barefoot and putting my feet up on the table even though the bottom of your feet or shoes are considered to be very rude and offensive. Hence why people over here threw shoes at Bush a few years ago. Greek assholes are judging me. Typical. We’re going out for a meat filled dinner tonight again in about an hour so maybe I should get dressed and look like a real person so they will serve me.
Some of the classmates just realized I’m blogging and are interested in reading it. They want me to send them the link to it. Errr…not a good idea. Maybe I’ll start a fake one and send them that link? You think I can just send them Maggie’s blog about Iceland? I think they would believe that it’s mine not because they’re stupid, but because they think I’m one of the dumbest people they have ever met.
Everyone around me is attempting to create their schedules for next year and one of them had a free class to do whatever with it and I told them to take a comm class because they’re easy and usually the more entertaining ones. She told me she couldn’t because her dad would kill her. I think the quote was, “I once joked to my dad that I was a communication major and he started to cry. I had never seen him show that much emotion. He asked why I was disappointing him.” I guess her dad thinks that communications is a pointless major. It probably is, and I think it was hilarious, but part of me wants to defend it for the sake of defending it. Yes it’s stupid and I have no visible future because of my decision to be a comm major, but it’s like making fun of my mom. I can say absolutely anything about her tiny feet, terrible concept of song lyrics, and crazy antics on sports she doesn’t fully understand, but the minute you insult her I will get personally offended. Same goes to my ginger cousin. Don’t cross me.
So my defense is that sure, he is probably much smarter and more successful than I’ll ever be. And sure, his daughter is probably smarter as well. Sure, she’ll have a future with her history major and will always have that intelligence to rely on…
I just dug myself a pretty deep hole.
I can communicate better than her and her dad. Personality can get you far, right? I’m well-rounded? I have options with a career and her major is one track? Umm…
Screw it, I’m going to go sit by my friends who are creeping on facebook instead of planning a schedule.
They’re psych majors. My kind of crowd.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
You're adopted. Your parents don't even love you.
I was just a part of an earthquake. Pretty hilarious when this entire floor of this small hotel are kids from our program who aren’t used to this and we all ran to the hallways, then our balcony all in excitement. I believe the first thing said was “Guys! It’s an earthquake! Come outside!” which is the most obvious thing to do, right? Once again, the logic of my generation is basically flawless and I love getting to live with it. I am dumb enough to admit and especially share with others when I do something hysterically stupid. This is one of those times. When the earthquake started, I first thought it was my roommate just bouncing on her bed. Then it clicked that it was an earthquake, I first ran out to the balcony in excitement followed by me thinking to myself “Wait, we practiced this in school.” My instinct was to put shoes on, grab my purse, and leave the building as if it was a fire like I learned in school. Brilliant.
I don’t remember if I said this last blog, but even if I did it’s worth repeating. On my birthday at Knossos was the most outrageous ginger I have ever seen. He was Greek, which is already a problem. He had a mohawk sorta. The worst part was how he was wearing a completely tacky low low low low cut v-neck. If he were a girl, it would not be acceptable. Not that it is acceptable as a boy, but with him a bra wasn’t showing. He had the most disgusting red chest hair just curling out of this v-neck. Everyone in our program saw it when we were just wandering the site alone and when we reunited we all said it first thing. Amazing. A girl got a picture that shall be on my facebook wall soon. Figure out a way to see it. Totally worth it. Especially because he was drinking orange juice in the picture which makes the orange unbearable.
I just got back from the beach. It was so hot and sunny all day, the back of my neck is probably really burnt, but of course the minute I get to the beach it gets horribly cloudy. It was still beautiful.
Today was our last class for the first section. I miss Matthew already. We went to a museum where I gave a presentation on peak sanctuaries, which are the sacred areas, cut off from the rest of society on the top of mountains. I miss giving speeches on things that get to have my personality and obnoxiousness involved. My fast-talking doesn’t pair well with intellectual information. Much better when I’m arguing for the side of dodgeball or talking about my ridiculous family or really anything that doesn’t have intelligence involved. That says a lot about me. And my major. Good.
After the museum we went to one of the coolest sites. It was Gornia, which was excavated by a woman in the early 20th century. She was one of the first excavators who put an emphasis on the town instead of ignoring the houses and focusing on the palace. This was an awesome experience because we were just sitting in people’s houses and it all seemed so real and it hits you how old this is and how people were living and doing day-to-day things. It’s hard to grasp the idea of kings but much easier to talk about games and jobs of the people. It also was only a few meters away from the water. I totally just used the measuring reference of meters to sneak some European in here. Not that I know the concept of distance especially in meters. Whatever, it was really close to the water. Since this bus system is weird, we had about an hour and a half to kill to Matthew just took us by the water where they are just starting to excavate ship houses and then we just messed around. I took off my shoes and sang The Little Mermaid while my classmates laughed at me while either taking pictures or splashing me. Both acceptable responses.
My mother emailed me yesterday saying how I probably add such a different dynamic to the group that has probably never been a part of the Greece Program before. This may be true since I am very one of a kind and unique (that’s a nice way to put it.) This is weird to think about because I bet a majority of them would still have the time of their lives without me being ridiculously annoying.
The next email I received from her started with her saying, “I’m sure this will end up in your blog…” so I’ll do just that. She’s so freaked out about this earthquake, which is hilarious because I just think it was pretty nifty. I understand that they are serious things, but I’m fine and it was quite an experience. I signed up to come to Greece and that included everything. She panicked a little. A lot.
I started this blog in my room but am now finishing it from my seat on this unbelievably comfortable chair on the Minoan Line to head back to Athens. Couple things. First off, I am beyond excited to get back to Athens. I think I have made it basically my home. I love it so much and miss it dearly. Good thing I have six free days off in Athens now…awesome. Next thing, I found the MTV channel on the little tv connected to my chair and the best part if that the next hour is “Absolutely 90s.” So far the highlights have been Shaggy, Green Day, Biggie and now Ricky Martin. Yes, I am Livin’ La Vida Loca at this moment. Couldn’t be happier. So cheesy. Everything about the 90s is flawless. I’m in heaven.
All our busses are Mercedes Benz. I don’t think I’ve mentioned that yet but I find that hilarious. Also, they are terrible drivers. Saw a hit and run today where a car hit a delivery boy on his moped and then the car drove away and the moped tried to chase it. Quite common. The busses and taxis are also stick shift so we bounce up and down and start rolling back most hills. There are lots of hills. Although they are terrible drivers, they can parallel park into any spot. So impressive.
I have a very long (at least 10 hour) boat ride ahead of me. We leave at 10 and I’m still sitting here. Then we get in early, have to walk a lot, and can’t move into our living situation until later in the afternoon. This means me and a couple guys will be finding a sports bar that opens especially open for March Madness. Isn’t that hilarious? The games are at like 5:30am but they’re all for it so I guess I have no reason not to be. This also means that I have a lot of time to kill. Which means I will ramble on this for some time. Sorry I’m not sorry.
I blame Kelly for my obsession with Bueno Bars. Also, Kelly, look up the songs Mr. Saxobeat by Alexandra Stan and Written in the Stars by Tinie Tempah. Highly recommend both. We plan on getting all this ridiculous Greek music we found through the video channel and have a party with it but I’d hate to have you left out! Fam would love these songs too…
My mom told me that my uncle stopped by the house and asked what class I was even taking and that not a single person in my house could figure it out. This is hilarious to me. No one knows what I’m doing here. Myself included. I am taking courses on history of Greek antiquity. I am taking one course at a time, which means I took a class on Greek civilization in general starting in the Bronze Age through Hellenic periods. That ended at the beginning of March and now I just finished the second course, which was specific to the Bronze Age. I will be starting the third course on the Classical Period in six days. Then about three weeks later I will start the last course, which is about the Byzantine. I learn about these time periods through going to archaeological sites of places or palaces from that time period. Super interesting stuff.
The next professor is Matthews girlfriend of 10 years. When we found this out it was very exciting because anyone dating Matthew must be hilarious as well. We went out to dinner as a farewell. We got him 4 packs of cigarettes and a cigar and he told us it was the best gift he has ever received from a class. Simple man. We also tried to convince him to come to class and do ridiculous things like undermine his girlfriend’s intelligence by making comments or laughing after things she says or bringing his own handouts. Okay, this was mainly my idea because I like Seinfeld too much to not try and destroy relationships through hilarious ways. I don’t want to destroy this one though. Maybe damage for some time for my entertainment. If he does not visit I plan on saying something like, “Guys, she’s great. Matthew was full of crap,” just to mess with it a little bit.
We got this really nice seats and I just went up to the deck for take-off or whatever you call it on a boat. It’s my mom’s worst nightmare/so much fun. So windy and rocky and sopping wet on all the decks. To get to the deck we went through the other seating area. It’s cramped and smells like sweaty gypsy children feet. Our professor wasn’t supposed to help get us these tickets but somehow he decided to make one phone call and he got us the nice seats for half the price. Unreal. Richard Fisher is an amazing man. He is so calm and relaxed all the time and it takes him about 25 minutes to get through one sentence because he likes to stop and touch his face and your shoulder a lot but he gets so much done. So impressive. We all have the imitation of him down too. Probably just as popular and commonly used as the ones of my dad from Hauser.
We had some time to kill so my friends Russell and Eddie decided the storm would be fun to go watch up close so I of course joined. Earmuffs mom: It has been made very clear that anything dumb I will do without question. Good for the group to figure out when we have more cliffs to jump off and everyone’s nervous. I’ll be going first most likely. Okay, mom. Well the water was insane. We were standing on rocks and got sopping wet. These walls were built so long ago and clearly go through so much. Fascinating and such a good time.
The song playing on this channel is Greek and the way you say “Yes” in Greek is “Nay” and it’s hilarious because they say it the way someone in an American rap song would say “Yeah” or “What.” Probably my new favorite thing. Naaaaaaaaaay.
I usually type my blogs right into the blog website box thing but since I’m in the middle of a sea I don’t have internet so I opened a Word document and it has been made decently obvious that I really like to use fragment sentences. Not a problem. I also like the word “So” a lot when trying to describe things. It is what it is.
When we go out to eat we usually just order a bunch of appetizers and share them and then split the bill. We usually will get a few tzatsikis, some sort of meat or fish, fried potatoes, olives, Greek salad, just typical stuff. Then we sit there and eat and be loud and keep ordering more and more while we run out. This makes the restaurant people love us for some reason. We are quite hilarious. Speaking our terrible Greek in Southern accents really gets us laughing. This leads to the restaurant people bringing us free dessert and shots by the end of the meal. Some of them will take shots with us too. They definitely bring enough too. Usually this stuff called “Rocky” which is clearly misspelled but what can you do about it. This is basically ouzo times 40 minus the licorice taste. A lot like vodka. Hope you could follow that math equation I just made for alcohol. Either way, these Greek people know how to do it. They are crazy jerks and rude and I hate most of them, but restaurant people are awesome. Just say thank you in Greek once and they’ll laugh at you and adore you and bring you free stuff. Americans are so selfish and fat and picky about their stuff. Also, tips are like 10 percent at most so it’s a little weird. A group of 5 of us will go get a full meal, be completely full and the bill will be 30 euros. Now, I could do the math and figure out what that means in American money, or I could just treat it as I already do (either equal to American money or Monopoly money or sometimes flex dollars) and be so excited about the fact that I spend about 6 euros for the most filling and delicious wide variety of food and move on with my life.
I’ll take a break from this to work on the paper that was due to Conor on January 12 that I still have yet to complete. I’ll be back soon with another stupid random stream of consciousness. This is good though because I usually rush through my blogs and remember so much stuff I want to say later. Deal with it. Or stop reading, it’s all up to you. If you choose to continue reading, stop complaining. I want both feet in.
So now I am in Athens and still haven’t posted in a few days so it’s just another extension of this ridiculous blog. Last night I went to a soccer game at the Olympic Stadium. Not that I like soccer or anything. I was obsessed with the Olympics in 2004 so this was an amazing experience for me. I saw the pool that Michael Phelps swam in. I think I peed my pants a little bit. I sat next to a kid who loves soccer hoping that his appreciate would rub off on me. It didn’t. But the team we were cheering for, AEK, had lost to the number one team last week 6-0 so the fans all hated them and came to riot. We were sitting in a section that was being rioted so we had to move. Luckily this Greek man helped us because these violent Greeks were just yelling at us. We moved to better seats and ended up leaving early just minutes before smoke bombs and tear gas started. Four of the rioters were arrested because they injured five policemen. This was all because they lost one game. And to think Cubs fans have been dealing with losing for over one hundred years.
I got my debit card in the mail from my mom today. When I picked it up from the institute, the lady was like “You could grab the rest of the kid’s mail if you wanted.” I did and realized that all these people get mail. Like, letters from their parents. It was weird. Mine was an envelope with an envelope inside that had my card in it and nothing else. Thanks, mom. You only love me two envelopes worth. Well, I bet it was really expensive so that’s a nice sentiment.
Now I will post this blog without editing or looking back at anything. This is very long and probably rambling and says nothing of importance but I don't feel like reading it. I apologize for the typos, repetition, and anything else that is wrong with this post that I don't feel like changing. Overall, I'm sorry.
I don’t remember if I said this last blog, but even if I did it’s worth repeating. On my birthday at Knossos was the most outrageous ginger I have ever seen. He was Greek, which is already a problem. He had a mohawk sorta. The worst part was how he was wearing a completely tacky low low low low cut v-neck. If he were a girl, it would not be acceptable. Not that it is acceptable as a boy, but with him a bra wasn’t showing. He had the most disgusting red chest hair just curling out of this v-neck. Everyone in our program saw it when we were just wandering the site alone and when we reunited we all said it first thing. Amazing. A girl got a picture that shall be on my facebook wall soon. Figure out a way to see it. Totally worth it. Especially because he was drinking orange juice in the picture which makes the orange unbearable.
I just got back from the beach. It was so hot and sunny all day, the back of my neck is probably really burnt, but of course the minute I get to the beach it gets horribly cloudy. It was still beautiful.
Today was our last class for the first section. I miss Matthew already. We went to a museum where I gave a presentation on peak sanctuaries, which are the sacred areas, cut off from the rest of society on the top of mountains. I miss giving speeches on things that get to have my personality and obnoxiousness involved. My fast-talking doesn’t pair well with intellectual information. Much better when I’m arguing for the side of dodgeball or talking about my ridiculous family or really anything that doesn’t have intelligence involved. That says a lot about me. And my major. Good.
After the museum we went to one of the coolest sites. It was Gornia, which was excavated by a woman in the early 20th century. She was one of the first excavators who put an emphasis on the town instead of ignoring the houses and focusing on the palace. This was an awesome experience because we were just sitting in people’s houses and it all seemed so real and it hits you how old this is and how people were living and doing day-to-day things. It’s hard to grasp the idea of kings but much easier to talk about games and jobs of the people. It also was only a few meters away from the water. I totally just used the measuring reference of meters to sneak some European in here. Not that I know the concept of distance especially in meters. Whatever, it was really close to the water. Since this bus system is weird, we had about an hour and a half to kill to Matthew just took us by the water where they are just starting to excavate ship houses and then we just messed around. I took off my shoes and sang The Little Mermaid while my classmates laughed at me while either taking pictures or splashing me. Both acceptable responses.
My mother emailed me yesterday saying how I probably add such a different dynamic to the group that has probably never been a part of the Greece Program before. This may be true since I am very one of a kind and unique (that’s a nice way to put it.) This is weird to think about because I bet a majority of them would still have the time of their lives without me being ridiculously annoying.
The next email I received from her started with her saying, “I’m sure this will end up in your blog…” so I’ll do just that. She’s so freaked out about this earthquake, which is hilarious because I just think it was pretty nifty. I understand that they are serious things, but I’m fine and it was quite an experience. I signed up to come to Greece and that included everything. She panicked a little. A lot.
I started this blog in my room but am now finishing it from my seat on this unbelievably comfortable chair on the Minoan Line to head back to Athens. Couple things. First off, I am beyond excited to get back to Athens. I think I have made it basically my home. I love it so much and miss it dearly. Good thing I have six free days off in Athens now…awesome. Next thing, I found the MTV channel on the little tv connected to my chair and the best part if that the next hour is “Absolutely 90s.” So far the highlights have been Shaggy, Green Day, Biggie and now Ricky Martin. Yes, I am Livin’ La Vida Loca at this moment. Couldn’t be happier. So cheesy. Everything about the 90s is flawless. I’m in heaven.
All our busses are Mercedes Benz. I don’t think I’ve mentioned that yet but I find that hilarious. Also, they are terrible drivers. Saw a hit and run today where a car hit a delivery boy on his moped and then the car drove away and the moped tried to chase it. Quite common. The busses and taxis are also stick shift so we bounce up and down and start rolling back most hills. There are lots of hills. Although they are terrible drivers, they can parallel park into any spot. So impressive.
I have a very long (at least 10 hour) boat ride ahead of me. We leave at 10 and I’m still sitting here. Then we get in early, have to walk a lot, and can’t move into our living situation until later in the afternoon. This means me and a couple guys will be finding a sports bar that opens especially open for March Madness. Isn’t that hilarious? The games are at like 5:30am but they’re all for it so I guess I have no reason not to be. This also means that I have a lot of time to kill. Which means I will ramble on this for some time. Sorry I’m not sorry.
I blame Kelly for my obsession with Bueno Bars. Also, Kelly, look up the songs Mr. Saxobeat by Alexandra Stan and Written in the Stars by Tinie Tempah. Highly recommend both. We plan on getting all this ridiculous Greek music we found through the video channel and have a party with it but I’d hate to have you left out! Fam would love these songs too…
My mom told me that my uncle stopped by the house and asked what class I was even taking and that not a single person in my house could figure it out. This is hilarious to me. No one knows what I’m doing here. Myself included. I am taking courses on history of Greek antiquity. I am taking one course at a time, which means I took a class on Greek civilization in general starting in the Bronze Age through Hellenic periods. That ended at the beginning of March and now I just finished the second course, which was specific to the Bronze Age. I will be starting the third course on the Classical Period in six days. Then about three weeks later I will start the last course, which is about the Byzantine. I learn about these time periods through going to archaeological sites of places or palaces from that time period. Super interesting stuff.
The next professor is Matthews girlfriend of 10 years. When we found this out it was very exciting because anyone dating Matthew must be hilarious as well. We went out to dinner as a farewell. We got him 4 packs of cigarettes and a cigar and he told us it was the best gift he has ever received from a class. Simple man. We also tried to convince him to come to class and do ridiculous things like undermine his girlfriend’s intelligence by making comments or laughing after things she says or bringing his own handouts. Okay, this was mainly my idea because I like Seinfeld too much to not try and destroy relationships through hilarious ways. I don’t want to destroy this one though. Maybe damage for some time for my entertainment. If he does not visit I plan on saying something like, “Guys, she’s great. Matthew was full of crap,” just to mess with it a little bit.
We got this really nice seats and I just went up to the deck for take-off or whatever you call it on a boat. It’s my mom’s worst nightmare/so much fun. So windy and rocky and sopping wet on all the decks. To get to the deck we went through the other seating area. It’s cramped and smells like sweaty gypsy children feet. Our professor wasn’t supposed to help get us these tickets but somehow he decided to make one phone call and he got us the nice seats for half the price. Unreal. Richard Fisher is an amazing man. He is so calm and relaxed all the time and it takes him about 25 minutes to get through one sentence because he likes to stop and touch his face and your shoulder a lot but he gets so much done. So impressive. We all have the imitation of him down too. Probably just as popular and commonly used as the ones of my dad from Hauser.
We had some time to kill so my friends Russell and Eddie decided the storm would be fun to go watch up close so I of course joined. Earmuffs mom: It has been made very clear that anything dumb I will do without question. Good for the group to figure out when we have more cliffs to jump off and everyone’s nervous. I’ll be going first most likely. Okay, mom. Well the water was insane. We were standing on rocks and got sopping wet. These walls were built so long ago and clearly go through so much. Fascinating and such a good time.
The song playing on this channel is Greek and the way you say “Yes” in Greek is “Nay” and it’s hilarious because they say it the way someone in an American rap song would say “Yeah” or “What.” Probably my new favorite thing. Naaaaaaaaaay.
I usually type my blogs right into the blog website box thing but since I’m in the middle of a sea I don’t have internet so I opened a Word document and it has been made decently obvious that I really like to use fragment sentences. Not a problem. I also like the word “So” a lot when trying to describe things. It is what it is.
When we go out to eat we usually just order a bunch of appetizers and share them and then split the bill. We usually will get a few tzatsikis, some sort of meat or fish, fried potatoes, olives, Greek salad, just typical stuff. Then we sit there and eat and be loud and keep ordering more and more while we run out. This makes the restaurant people love us for some reason. We are quite hilarious. Speaking our terrible Greek in Southern accents really gets us laughing. This leads to the restaurant people bringing us free dessert and shots by the end of the meal. Some of them will take shots with us too. They definitely bring enough too. Usually this stuff called “Rocky” which is clearly misspelled but what can you do about it. This is basically ouzo times 40 minus the licorice taste. A lot like vodka. Hope you could follow that math equation I just made for alcohol. Either way, these Greek people know how to do it. They are crazy jerks and rude and I hate most of them, but restaurant people are awesome. Just say thank you in Greek once and they’ll laugh at you and adore you and bring you free stuff. Americans are so selfish and fat and picky about their stuff. Also, tips are like 10 percent at most so it’s a little weird. A group of 5 of us will go get a full meal, be completely full and the bill will be 30 euros. Now, I could do the math and figure out what that means in American money, or I could just treat it as I already do (either equal to American money or Monopoly money or sometimes flex dollars) and be so excited about the fact that I spend about 6 euros for the most filling and delicious wide variety of food and move on with my life.
I’ll take a break from this to work on the paper that was due to Conor on January 12 that I still have yet to complete. I’ll be back soon with another stupid random stream of consciousness. This is good though because I usually rush through my blogs and remember so much stuff I want to say later. Deal with it. Or stop reading, it’s all up to you. If you choose to continue reading, stop complaining. I want both feet in.
So now I am in Athens and still haven’t posted in a few days so it’s just another extension of this ridiculous blog. Last night I went to a soccer game at the Olympic Stadium. Not that I like soccer or anything. I was obsessed with the Olympics in 2004 so this was an amazing experience for me. I saw the pool that Michael Phelps swam in. I think I peed my pants a little bit. I sat next to a kid who loves soccer hoping that his appreciate would rub off on me. It didn’t. But the team we were cheering for, AEK, had lost to the number one team last week 6-0 so the fans all hated them and came to riot. We were sitting in a section that was being rioted so we had to move. Luckily this Greek man helped us because these violent Greeks were just yelling at us. We moved to better seats and ended up leaving early just minutes before smoke bombs and tear gas started. Four of the rioters were arrested because they injured five policemen. This was all because they lost one game. And to think Cubs fans have been dealing with losing for over one hundred years.
I got my debit card in the mail from my mom today. When I picked it up from the institute, the lady was like “You could grab the rest of the kid’s mail if you wanted.” I did and realized that all these people get mail. Like, letters from their parents. It was weird. Mine was an envelope with an envelope inside that had my card in it and nothing else. Thanks, mom. You only love me two envelopes worth. Well, I bet it was really expensive so that’s a nice sentiment.
Now I will post this blog without editing or looking back at anything. This is very long and probably rambling and says nothing of importance but I don't feel like reading it. I apologize for the typos, repetition, and anything else that is wrong with this post that I don't feel like changing. Overall, I'm sorry.
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