Poor guy, at least he managed to do a half way decent time anyway.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Ha Ha Ha
I have had holes torn into my pants, but thankfully never like this! hahahah
Poor guy, at least he managed to do a half way decent time anyway.
Poor guy, at least he managed to do a half way decent time anyway.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Ending or Beginning?
It's funny how I've been agonizing about the direction of my life, but now that I feel I have made some sort of decisive action, I am once again doubting myself.
It's funny because a lot of my friends are going home in a few days, and the vast majority of them are excited. And it is resulting in the opposite reaction in me, I am feeling a giant tide of dread about eventually going home.
Maybe it's because my social network at home has fled the scene, I don't know. It's not that I dislike home, not at all actually---going abroad does also help me to appreciate what a special place I had the priviledge of growing up in. And I get along with my family, and look forward to seeing them. As well as my cat.
But there is something just terrifying. Like I don't want to stop exploring. And I know that going home doesn't mean that, but then again somehow it still feels like it. I wouldn't even start school in a year and still might go crazy and try to bartend in Greece or something for the summer.
Seeing all the new people arrive, with a whole year of adventures ahead of them makes me scared to end mine. Guess the thought of responsiblity and the "real world" is a bit overwhelming. But then again I know that I am really just sick of crap jobs, and am looking forward to having something fufilling and challenging eventually. Hope I can get excited about my future and not so freaked out. Maybe I just need something to stress about though.
It's funny because a lot of my friends are going home in a few days, and the vast majority of them are excited. And it is resulting in the opposite reaction in me, I am feeling a giant tide of dread about eventually going home.
Maybe it's because my social network at home has fled the scene, I don't know. It's not that I dislike home, not at all actually---going abroad does also help me to appreciate what a special place I had the priviledge of growing up in. And I get along with my family, and look forward to seeing them. As well as my cat.
But there is something just terrifying. Like I don't want to stop exploring. And I know that going home doesn't mean that, but then again somehow it still feels like it. I wouldn't even start school in a year and still might go crazy and try to bartend in Greece or something for the summer.
Seeing all the new people arrive, with a whole year of adventures ahead of them makes me scared to end mine. Guess the thought of responsiblity and the "real world" is a bit overwhelming. But then again I know that I am really just sick of crap jobs, and am looking forward to having something fufilling and challenging eventually. Hope I can get excited about my future and not so freaked out. Maybe I just need something to stress about though.
Happy Teeth
So last week I mustered the courage to actually go to the dentist. I haven't been in an amount of time that would horrify most civilized people, and given my temporary access to decent and affordable health care I figured I should take the chance.
And I managed to make it out alive.
But I have to say it was a strange experience.
I mean it was nice, because the visit didn't cost me anything. But then again, it wasn't like the typical dentist visit I used to have at home. They only picked at my teeth with the hook thing and then bufferred my teeth with funky toothpaste that tasted faintly like black licorice (yuck).
What was different to me was that the whole thing was much shorter and more business like. It was sort of like here's a taste of the dentist, now would you like to spend a lot more money? With a subtle-but-not-so-subtle hint that otherwise your teeth will all fall out and that you will look like crap. All this to try to sell me a 350euro teeth bleaching, a 600 euro partial crone for one of my teeth, and a 150 euro electric toothbrush. Just because it had this neat little timer---even though all cheaper models also have 30sec timers built in duh--. And she said she sold it cheaper (150 euros vs. 169 euros), but when I went to the store, it was the same price.
Then again, she did scare me enough to buy an electrical toothbrush, since my gums are sorta sensitive, but at least I was smart enough to pay only 40 euros for one. It's probably a good investment anyway, plus I think they are quite nifty anyway.
Overally I'm happy that I got my teeth cleaned, feels so much better!
And I managed to make it out alive.
But I have to say it was a strange experience.
I mean it was nice, because the visit didn't cost me anything. But then again, it wasn't like the typical dentist visit I used to have at home. They only picked at my teeth with the hook thing and then bufferred my teeth with funky toothpaste that tasted faintly like black licorice (yuck).
What was different to me was that the whole thing was much shorter and more business like. It was sort of like here's a taste of the dentist, now would you like to spend a lot more money? With a subtle-but-not-so-subtle hint that otherwise your teeth will all fall out and that you will look like crap. All this to try to sell me a 350euro teeth bleaching, a 600 euro partial crone for one of my teeth, and a 150 euro electric toothbrush. Just because it had this neat little timer---even though all cheaper models also have 30sec timers built in duh--. And she said she sold it cheaper (150 euros vs. 169 euros), but when I went to the store, it was the same price.
Then again, she did scare me enough to buy an electrical toothbrush, since my gums are sorta sensitive, but at least I was smart enough to pay only 40 euros for one. It's probably a good investment anyway, plus I think they are quite nifty anyway.
Overally I'm happy that I got my teeth cleaned, feels so much better!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Closets
I am making an effort to reorganize in hopes that it will help me to unclutter my life. And although I have to say I am generally much cleaner than in my college days, one major impediment to my cleanliness success is the complete lack of closets in my apartment.
Yupp, in a fact that would horrify most American women, we have absolutely no closets in our entire apartment! I mean, ok, we have one tiny pantry-like thing in our kitchen, but it is not very large or deep, and contains mostly a dustpan and some plastic bags. Not so exciting.
What's weird though is that it is a sort of normal feature of German apartments. No closets. It's one of those weird cultural differences, that no one really knows about unless they live somewhere and no one can really figure out.
The problem at hand though is to figure out where to put my excess clothing (damn you, oh so tempting european fashion!) and important papers...
Yupp, in a fact that would horrify most American women, we have absolutely no closets in our entire apartment! I mean, ok, we have one tiny pantry-like thing in our kitchen, but it is not very large or deep, and contains mostly a dustpan and some plastic bags. Not so exciting.
What's weird though is that it is a sort of normal feature of German apartments. No closets. It's one of those weird cultural differences, that no one really knows about unless they live somewhere and no one can really figure out.
The problem at hand though is to figure out where to put my excess clothing (damn you, oh so tempting european fashion!) and important papers...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Burg Eltz
This past weekend I visited my relatives up north, which was nice and relaxing...a calming distraction from my currently stressful life.
Aside of spending a good amount of time lounging, eating hearty german food, and playing with the cat Oscar, we did make a little trip out to a cool castle, Berg Eltz.
Although I've seen quite a bit of castles since I've been in Europe, I still enjoy them. They are all different and have their own interesting stories. Plus, I just find it cool to see things that are so old, since thats something you don't really get to see in the U.S.
Here's to hoping the weekend has successfully cleared my mind...though. I wonder.
Well, enjoy a few nice photos anyway...
Nap Cab!
So, apparently they recently installed Napcabs in the Munich airport. It's a little shack where you can lie down, relax, listen to music and use the internet.
Apparently some students at the TUM came up with it, and I have to say I think it's a pretty awesome idea. I have had several experiences where I had to spend extended time in an airport, freezing my ass off and sleeping on uncomfortable airport chairs---and I know I would have loved to have something like that then. It's cool too because its right in the gate areas so you don't have to rush around.
I think the only downside is the price. Depending on the time it is 10-15€ per hour, which in and of itself isn't too bad, but unfortunately the minimum charge is 30€. As a lover of privacy and ocmfort though, I think I might just have to give myself a luxurious treat when I eventually fly home to the U.S. though :)
Apparently some students at the TUM came up with it, and I have to say I think it's a pretty awesome idea. I have had several experiences where I had to spend extended time in an airport, freezing my ass off and sleeping on uncomfortable airport chairs---and I know I would have loved to have something like that then. It's cool too because its right in the gate areas so you don't have to rush around.
I think the only downside is the price. Depending on the time it is 10-15€ per hour, which in and of itself isn't too bad, but unfortunately the minimum charge is 30€. As a lover of privacy and ocmfort though, I think I might just have to give myself a luxurious treat when I eventually fly home to the U.S. though :)
Monday, July 13, 2009
4th of July
It was an interesting experience to celebrate the 4th of July out of the country for the first time. And actually it's a lot more fun, aside of the fact that there aren't really any nice fireworks, just some bootleg firecrackers.
When you live abroad, especially in a country where you aren't fluent in the main language, you tend to cling to your nationality for identity. I mean, I don't think people are normally as excited about the 4th as we were. It also sort of becomes special, because not everyone is doing it.
We all ended up having a BBQ at the Isar. Was lots of fun to run around in the sun drinking beer covered in American flags. Best of all, there were plenty of British people there,so I had many chances to wave my tiny American flag in their face and yell you suck! :D
Friday, July 3, 2009
Hmmm
It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as one part of your life starts looking up, another part falls to pieces- Bridget Jones
It's amazing how perceptive a romantic comedy can be haha. Well, just trying to roll with the punches, business as usual.
It's amazing how perceptive a romantic comedy can be haha. Well, just trying to roll with the punches, business as usual.
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