date: 1095326537
mood: hungry
listening to:
“So you have a partner in crime. I just booked my flight. X”
Woohoo!
Okay, a bit pre history.
I have booked a flight to Rome, on November 19-22. it cost me a grand sum of 40 euros, (about 35 of them in fees – and 5 euros for the actual flight!). Plus the train to the airport (it is in Brussels), it will be 70 euros. That’s the return price. Yup.
anyway, i was happy with it and all, however i was going alone, as when i was booking, i couldn’t find anyone to join me. today, i was speaking with a friend of david (he is scottish, his friend is scottish as well, her name is jennifer), and lamenting that it is so difficult to find people to on trips, and that i booked my trip to rome, because i want to travel.
we spoke for a while (before that as well – talking about politics and psychology, sounds smart but seriously, its just dinner table talk ;)), she’s a very nice girl, and after complaining about rome, i said that i’d gladly not go alone, but i’d rather go alone than not go at all, and offered her (well, anyone else in the room as well) to join me. she said yeah, sure, give me the information.
i wrote down the time and the airpots (brussels to rome), and the dates, and explained to her how to figure out the screwed up website of ryan air.
anyway, before she left the floor, we exchanged numbers (weee, second person in my cellphone – first person is francesca, of course). and some time later, after i returned from dinner, i got the above message.
so, double w00t:
1. first sms message! yay! i can get sms!
2. yay i’m not going alone woohooo!!
okay, now more.
this weekend i am going to amsterdam! simon and myself organized the idea, jerome and thomas have agreed to go. both of them (thomas and jerome) came here by car, so chances are (well, basically, it is true), that we will go to amsterdam by car. we are leaving on saturday morning, around 7 am. oh, and fabio is joining us as well. there’s a chance that mirjam and her friend will join us there (i have no clue whats happening, it is difficult to organize everyone), but regardless, it is fantastic!
there have been talks of going to copenhagen. simon wants to go there, and chris has expressed “not minding” view as well. possibly we will rent a car (share the price) and drive up there. fun fun fun!!
okay.
now, in more mundane news (whatever you can call mundane here).
last i have written was tuesday afternoon. tuesday evening, after coming home and eating (i stole some of david’s food, and then had some more tomatoes. mmm…. im known as the tomato freak around here.), we have decided to go out. around 10 we have left, on bikes, to highlander (aka the bar with the female stripteseur, aka the bar that had a happy hour last night – 1 euro beer), and afterwards to shamrock, aka the bar NEXT to the male striptease bar AKA the bar with the footsball table where chris and i have beaten julien and francesca.
i’m sure in about a month all of you will know this city as well as me ;)
anyway, after coming to highlander, we got some beer, and for about an hour just drank beer and hung out. nothing special, just relaxing. it was fairly loud (duh, happy hour), and fairly crowded, but we all just kinda stuck together in our “cool” group. hah.
after abt 30-40 minutes, francesca joined us, and we have biked to downtown area, where for the next 3 hours, we proceeded trying to find a place that will NOT be SO crowded that it is impossible to walk in. shamrock was okay, but a bit boring. after walking from it towards another bar (can’t remember the name, been there before with peter and francesca, didn’t like it that much), we realized that it is SO crowded that it is impossible to walk in.
therefore, a bunch of us (chris, a new guy in our group, gere? or something like that, simon, francesca, myself, thomas) hung out outside. with about 30 other people. inside the bar, which has the square footage of … 2 of my rooms in canada, had about 80 people. TRYING TO DANCE. i stuck my nose in there once, trying to dig out simon (who went to dig out francesca who went to dig out jerome). it was NUTS!
anyway, after that, chris, simon, gere, francesca, myself, thomas, tried to find a better place. after walking around what seemed like the whole city (well, most of the downtown, which is tiny, but you get used to the size quickly), we gave up, met jerome and fabio, left simon with them, and the rest of us went home.
at home, watched tv, had a late night snack (seriously, its like a never ending food fest here, especially with nutella… it is crazy, even francesca who is allergic to wheat puts nutella on her glutten-free crackers. and no, its not the munchies, cause it applies to everyone – i guess its from all the walking), and fell asleep, around … geez, i dont know. 3 am is my best guess.
wednesday, blissful day, no classes. woke up twice, once at 9:30 (from a phonecall, at least it was from canada!), and once at 3. at 3 i decided that maybe i should get up afterall, woke up, walked around, had tea and lotsa jam (i’m finishing my second jar – well, i have 2 non finished jars, one with apricot and one with strawberry. i’ll probably finish strawberry this week. jam is my candy, with all the colds around this place, it soothes my throat.)
around 5, i realized i need to get reading. i decided to go outside, and apparently, weather decided that it should prevent me from doing so. (see left. i have a series for a fantastic panorama – it is bright blue on the right and dark grey on the left, but at the moment no software to create a panorama, and i am too lazy to do it for you atm, so a bit later) nevertheless, i go downstairs, look for my bike…
and not find it.
hmmmm.
i go upstairs. last night, julien has taken it, however we all came back together, so it should be in the shed.
i look for julien. instead i find thomas, i explain that i have to go to school to download ereaders to tomorrows 8:30am class. thomas volunteers to drive me (considering at this point outside is pouring down, and even after 4 minutes my coat is soaking wet – at least i’m dry). i say okay, wait for him, watch julien come in the elevator.
turns out he borrowed my bike this morning. grrrrr. anyway, i took my spare key from him, and explained what i thought had happened. regardless, thomas still agrees to drive me, so we drive to the campus, park outside, i quickly download ereaders, and fire off a fast email to mom + co (eliciting a question “who are you typing to?!” from him, rightfully so, considering he is waiting for me to finish!), and we went back.
anyway, i’m glad i got driven. tiny car, very european, fun fun fun.
after coming home, i watched some tv, studied for a while (read my psych book + notes + made notes for tomorrow, read some chinese pages i saved on monday regarding writing of characters). afterwards, i made mushroom soup, from a packet plus some fresh mushrooms. came out good… like, not bad, just good. i used too much water, but since it was actually …. good (can you feel how surprised and shocked i am at it being good? of course thomas and jerome – people who ate it – said it was good, but like… i cooked, duh. btw, i’m not the only one who cooks… for julien and simon, francesca cooked, and david, mirjam and aphrodita usually cook just for themselves. sandra either leaves to eat with other people, or cooks here for herself and her friends, but she always welcomes other to eat – even though i never did). err, that was a long digression. anyway, i will make it again, it was fine.
afterwards i was planning to make zhaki (which is apparently the french name for oladushki, a thing my mom makes and that i can make, except none of the french guys know the name), but it was kinda late, so i just decided to make them tomorrow after my class (since most people will wake up around 11, when i come back).
i use brackets, a lot. weird.
after that, i read some more (cause i had 35 pages of e readers), and wrote this entry, and watched miss italia with about half the floor (surprisingly enough not only guys, but girls were interested as well). funny, francesca – italian – was protesting the whole way about how stupid it is and how no one watches the show in italy. well, duh, not like you need italian to watch it.
anyway, it is 12:45, i believe my entry for tonight is complete, i have finished all of my reading, and since i have an early class tomorrow, i shall finish by replying to the saved emails that i have, and go to sleep, if i can.
to be continued!