I discovered a little something about myself this christmas. Whenever I would eat dinner with my parents I would constantly be the last one done eating. I don't recall this ever being the situation before. Now that I've started to work I'm realizing that I'm still the last one done eating. There are people that will start eating after me and finish before me. I'm not eating anything really complicated either. Literally everyday I eat two pieces of bread with butter and cheese. This usually takes me about 15 minutes, and then I cut up an apple and that takes me another 10 minutes. Lunch actually takes almost the entire break for me to eat.
This reminds me of my two good friends, Manny Goossen and Jordan Ulrich. The two slowest eaters I know. I remember when I would go to camp at Prov and they would constantly be the last people eating. Before I went to camp with them I would often go back to my room in time to come back for the afternoon session. This was never a possibility if I would join these boys for lunch. One time I remember jordan coming over to my house and we were watching a movie, and if I recall manny was there as well. Jordan decided to bring his own hamburgers, so heated the two up in his microwave and put on some of my dad's hot sauce because he thought he was tough. This was a couple years back so I don't remember exact times. But I'm pretty sure it took no less than an hour and a half to eat these two hamburgers. That's ridiculous!
But now it seems that I may be headed towards that camp...I guess I just savour my food more than others....
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
schlampen
So today I had to head down to the hauptbahnhof so that I could go figure out some sort of rail pass system for getting to my internship now that I'm farther away from my carpool and it is just to far.
So like usual I decide to walk. Alright no problem - I have an idea of where I'm going. Now in Germany everything (pretty much) is closed on sundays albeit there are some exceptions like at the train station and most food places are open as well. So along my walk I don't see very much traffic. At one part I'm walking through this area where there seems to be a lot of large factories and it's a little bit of a desolate place as would be expected on the weekend. The sign also said that the train station was in this direction so me not question the sign decided to follow the path. I then see an older-ish lady who looks kind of like she's dressed up for church but she's dressed pretty well for an older looking lady. I'd put her maybe late 50s. But somehow there was just something off. My first thought like a good little sheltered girl was that she was waiting for a ride - maybe to church but I was like how on earth did she get here in front of this factory gate? I didn't think much of it and then walked further.
Then I see another lady a little bit farther down the road and she's not walking anywhere, just kind of standing there waiting. Then a car drives passed and the woman gives it a little wave....
OMG!!! They were hookers!!!!
My first thought was am I even safe here, and then I was walking passed the second just praying that she wouldn't say anything to me. She just looked at me funny. Did she perhaps think I was a hooker as well trying to steal her customers. I certainly give off that appearance. But oh my goodness it was just the strangest. I was just thinking like am I going to get picked up, are other people going to think I'm hookers.
And now that I'm writing this - wow, who gets a hooker on a sunday at 11:30....
and they seemed like more what I would assume to be 'companion' hookers because they were just older and weren't really the cream of the crop. I guess I don't really know a lot about 'hooring' - evidently.
Then about 100m further this older couple passed me and I felt safe again. If they were walking here then I should certainly be fine - unless they were some weird three way kinky thing but I would find that hard to believe.
So like usual I decide to walk. Alright no problem - I have an idea of where I'm going. Now in Germany everything (pretty much) is closed on sundays albeit there are some exceptions like at the train station and most food places are open as well. So along my walk I don't see very much traffic. At one part I'm walking through this area where there seems to be a lot of large factories and it's a little bit of a desolate place as would be expected on the weekend. The sign also said that the train station was in this direction so me not question the sign decided to follow the path. I then see an older-ish lady who looks kind of like she's dressed up for church but she's dressed pretty well for an older looking lady. I'd put her maybe late 50s. But somehow there was just something off. My first thought like a good little sheltered girl was that she was waiting for a ride - maybe to church but I was like how on earth did she get here in front of this factory gate? I didn't think much of it and then walked further.
Then I see another lady a little bit farther down the road and she's not walking anywhere, just kind of standing there waiting. Then a car drives passed and the woman gives it a little wave....
OMG!!! They were hookers!!!!
My first thought was am I even safe here, and then I was walking passed the second just praying that she wouldn't say anything to me. She just looked at me funny. Did she perhaps think I was a hooker as well trying to steal her customers. I certainly give off that appearance. But oh my goodness it was just the strangest. I was just thinking like am I going to get picked up, are other people going to think I'm hookers.
And now that I'm writing this - wow, who gets a hooker on a sunday at 11:30....
and they seemed like more what I would assume to be 'companion' hookers because they were just older and weren't really the cream of the crop. I guess I don't really know a lot about 'hooring' - evidently.
Then about 100m further this older couple passed me and I felt safe again. If they were walking here then I should certainly be fine - unless they were some weird three way kinky thing but I would find that hard to believe.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
never gonna graduate
I did something that I never thought was possible...
I failed my first class ever. Now I am sure that many of you remember when I had those issues about when I had thought I could attend that class and it turned out that I couldn't because I didn't register. It's really weird because I was more upset about that than I am about failing this class despite the fact that I'm going to have to attend school this summer - highly likely at the university of manitoba. (If you are taking any second year class that requires no prereqs tell me - I'll be your study buddy)
In an email to my mother I suggested that maybe I'm just subliminally trying to fail so that I don't have to graduate and get a real job - that's really pathetic.
So basically I should have been finished all my classes at this point and now I wont be graduating until all 2012. I'm ok with this whole situation because realistically I have to be. It's my own fault for not being smart enough.
I just hate exams soo much - and I'm not trying to justify it but it was a masters level class. And I actually did study. I know that I'm not a dumb person - I also realize that I cannot learn in the way that the Germans teach. It is very difficult for me because I think that I learn better through discussion and through questioning and not just a straight lecture with me required to regurgitate everything later.
The only thing that really worries me is that when I go to apply for potential jobs, I am going to be questioned on why it took me so long to graduate - good question! I can't quite think of a way to put a positive spin on the situation so that they don't think I'm dumb.
I think another factor that contributed to my demise was the fact that I had ZERO interest in the subject. Like none whatsoever. I think the name of the class was organization for innovation which I thought sounded cool but realized quickly it was HR mixed with strategy and all information that will highly unlikely be of use to me. Last year at Brock my last semester was fantastic. I loved all my classes and my marks clearly reflected that. I know that I am capable of passing classes.
So I am seeing if I can still make up the exam - that means I'll have to study again ha ha ha GREEAATTTT. At least I'll still remember some stuff?
Also this is a first post from my new room - and the lunch menu is a box of chocolate
I failed my first class ever. Now I am sure that many of you remember when I had those issues about when I had thought I could attend that class and it turned out that I couldn't because I didn't register. It's really weird because I was more upset about that than I am about failing this class despite the fact that I'm going to have to attend school this summer - highly likely at the university of manitoba. (If you are taking any second year class that requires no prereqs tell me - I'll be your study buddy)
In an email to my mother I suggested that maybe I'm just subliminally trying to fail so that I don't have to graduate and get a real job - that's really pathetic.
So basically I should have been finished all my classes at this point and now I wont be graduating until all 2012. I'm ok with this whole situation because realistically I have to be. It's my own fault for not being smart enough.
I just hate exams soo much - and I'm not trying to justify it but it was a masters level class. And I actually did study. I know that I'm not a dumb person - I also realize that I cannot learn in the way that the Germans teach. It is very difficult for me because I think that I learn better through discussion and through questioning and not just a straight lecture with me required to regurgitate everything later.
The only thing that really worries me is that when I go to apply for potential jobs, I am going to be questioned on why it took me so long to graduate - good question! I can't quite think of a way to put a positive spin on the situation so that they don't think I'm dumb.
I think another factor that contributed to my demise was the fact that I had ZERO interest in the subject. Like none whatsoever. I think the name of the class was organization for innovation which I thought sounded cool but realized quickly it was HR mixed with strategy and all information that will highly unlikely be of use to me. Last year at Brock my last semester was fantastic. I loved all my classes and my marks clearly reflected that. I know that I am capable of passing classes.
So I am seeing if I can still make up the exam - that means I'll have to study again ha ha ha GREEAATTTT. At least I'll still remember some stuff?
Friday, January 27, 2012
walk
you know what's funny - I passed my two hundreth post about 14 posts ago. No celebration - too bad!!
Today I actually walked all the way home from work. The best part about fridays is that we get off at 1:45 on fridays. I LOVE that. Like thursdays are exciting for me because I know that the next day is friday. I always love fridays because it means that I can have an amazing nap when I get home because I will be able to sleep in the next day. I also just love the early afternoon. When it is my favourite thing to have free time after I've worked really hard that morning and then I can relax in the early afternoon. I have a few favourite times a day. Usually from 8-11, then 12:30-2 and then in the evening from 7 and later (more so on weekends!).
But anyways - my ride this afternoon wasn't leaving for at least another hour and she's like you can take the bus...I hate taking the bus because I'm to cheap. I'd rather have cheese on my bread for a week than take the bus.
So I decided to take the two hour walk home
It wasn't even that bad - but shoe choice may not have been the greatest thing ever. But hey - not the worst thing ever...
my feet hurt though
and I'm moving tomorrow!!
Today I actually walked all the way home from work. The best part about fridays is that we get off at 1:45 on fridays. I LOVE that. Like thursdays are exciting for me because I know that the next day is friday. I always love fridays because it means that I can have an amazing nap when I get home because I will be able to sleep in the next day. I also just love the early afternoon. When it is my favourite thing to have free time after I've worked really hard that morning and then I can relax in the early afternoon. I have a few favourite times a day. Usually from 8-11, then 12:30-2 and then in the evening from 7 and later (more so on weekends!).
But anyways - my ride this afternoon wasn't leaving for at least another hour and she's like you can take the bus...I hate taking the bus because I'm to cheap. I'd rather have cheese on my bread for a week than take the bus.
It wasn't even that bad - but shoe choice may not have been the greatest thing ever. But hey - not the worst thing ever...
my feet hurt though
and I'm moving tomorrow!!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
smartphone
I'm addicted to crack
and by crack I mean my blackberry
I used to never carry my phone around. Like where there was almost no point of having a phone when I got it in grade 11 and then it slowly got better over time. Even still in like 3rd year of university I was getting bitched at for never having my phone. Some situations have even happened to me where I really should have had my phone.
But now folks. I cannot even leave the house without the phone. It's ridiculous. It saves me from having to make awkward contact with people or when I don't really have anything to do I can creep my facebook or twitter.
I love it
I don't know what I'm going to do when I get home. I have an amazing plan out here. Amazing because I have like no friends so I don't need to call anyone. But man the plans are going to be soo expensive when I get home and I'm going to have like no money. Oh well.
and by crack I mean my blackberry
I used to never carry my phone around. Like where there was almost no point of having a phone when I got it in grade 11 and then it slowly got better over time. Even still in like 3rd year of university I was getting bitched at for never having my phone. Some situations have even happened to me where I really should have had my phone.
But now folks. I cannot even leave the house without the phone. It's ridiculous. It saves me from having to make awkward contact with people or when I don't really have anything to do I can creep my facebook or twitter.
I love it
I don't know what I'm going to do when I get home. I have an amazing plan out here. Amazing because I have like no friends so I don't need to call anyone. But man the plans are going to be soo expensive when I get home and I'm going to have like no money. Oh well.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Beer
I'm sure I've mentioned that germans love beer. I'm sure I've also mentioned that I also like beer. Living here is a very compatible situation because I get to drink a lot of good beers. I looked it up and there are about 1250 Breweries in Germany with over 7500 different beers. This means that I have a lot of work to do. Having the fortune of travelling with my parents afforded me the chance to try many new beers...and I wouldn't say that I did Germany proud but I do have a significant list of beers and I want to share that with you. It is going to be fun to look back and recognize all these different flavours. Sadly I didn't think to compile the list until halfway into the trip so I've forgotten some names. I also should have developed a ranking system. I will say however that all of them (almost I think) were enjoyable, if not stupendous.
Now I'll tell you a beer story. The first night I was in Amsterdam I had arrived around 18:00 I think and I was not feeling overly hungry, but enough to know that I shouldn't wait very long because I was going to get hungry later. So I walked around and eventually saw a bar and decided to take a little peek in because I saw that they had food as well. So I went in and ordered my first beer. And of course in bars when you're alone you sit at the bar and chat it up with the bartender. There seemed to be others in the bar doing the same and so of course we all get to talking and through this chatting are able to recognize my beer passion. Then before I know it drinks are being placed in front of me so that I can try them. I tried one it was a rose beer - so it was like normal beer but with currant or some sort of red berry flavouring. Wouldn't try it again but I can say I have. I also had some belgian beers with almost 10% alcohol content. Then best part was the fact that they all come in special glasses. Then one of the guys noticed the beer didn't serve this one kind of beer and since he was a regular he asked if he could go bring back this type for me to sample. So he literally goes to another store and picks out three more beers so that I can try. I love this!!! Then everyone sitting at the bar all had a fun little sampling. Also if you are wondering...I did eat - It was falafel at about 1 in the morning and it was fantastic!
So here's the list (as written in my note book)
Now I'll tell you a beer story. The first night I was in Amsterdam I had arrived around 18:00 I think and I was not feeling overly hungry, but enough to know that I shouldn't wait very long because I was going to get hungry later. So I walked around and eventually saw a bar and decided to take a little peek in because I saw that they had food as well. So I went in and ordered my first beer. And of course in bars when you're alone you sit at the bar and chat it up with the bartender. There seemed to be others in the bar doing the same and so of course we all get to talking and through this chatting are able to recognize my beer passion. Then before I know it drinks are being placed in front of me so that I can try them. I tried one it was a rose beer - so it was like normal beer but with currant or some sort of red berry flavouring. Wouldn't try it again but I can say I have. I also had some belgian beers with almost 10% alcohol content. Then best part was the fact that they all come in special glasses. Then one of the guys noticed the beer didn't serve this one kind of beer and since he was a regular he asked if he could go bring back this type for me to sample. So he literally goes to another store and picks out three more beers so that I can try. I love this!!! Then everyone sitting at the bar all had a fun little sampling. Also if you are wondering...I did eat - It was falafel at about 1 in the morning and it was fantastic!
The pink dutch beer
(didn't actually like it that much)
So here's the list (as written in my note book)
- Heineken
- Amstel
- Grolsch
- The Rose One
- heffe (Belgium)
- Westmalle (Belgium)
- Hoegarden (Dutch)
- Sion (this is a type of beer called Kölsch which is the local special in Köln. It was very light and cold and wonderful. Water for the Germans - but it was cool because we went to the brewhouse to eat and it was like these old ladies were having there kaffeeklatsch there. You don't see Oma's in Canada getting together to drink beer in a classy way at home.)
- We tried another Kölsch back at the bar - I think it was called Dom
- Heffeweizen
- König Ludwig Dunkel
- Desperados (which is with tequila and is so perfect for mexican food)
- Holstein
- augustiner
- König Ludwig Hell
- Another one in Füssen that came in a green bottle - I drank it at a chinese food restaurant. The germans are experts on cooking chinese food...not
- olivenbauern heim gemacht
- stiegl parcelsus
- stiegl gold
- stiegl pils
- leibinger
- meckatzer
Not bad for three weeks - please don't ask me to choose a favorite
How am I going to survive on imports. Beer from the Fass (tap) is so much better!! My mother even found this. Prior to Europe she never thought she liked beer. Not that case anymore. She even ordered one to drink on her own. I think she surprised herself. I have never been more proud.
We also went to the stiegl Brauwelt. So fun seeing as it had been a favourite from home already.
Please don't think I'm an alcoholic. I'm just German!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
such a day
It took me a while to type that - I am getting used to PCS - also, when I type I feel weird for speaking in english - or thinking in english. The entire day I constantly am practicing german phrases or trying to phrase together what I think are proper words in German. Wow - what is english? yikes
You know that person at work that you find there is some sense of conflict with an immigrant because they really don't speak the language that well and when you try to explain something important they just look at you with a blank stare? I'm that person. I try really hard and I know that my pronunciation is just off, because I feel like I'm going to split all over people. My mouth is just used to moving in those patterns naturally. I just hope I can turn it into something sexy like Sofia Veragara.
So today started out with me walking outside only to realize it was raining out. Whatever - I don't mind the rain that much and I really find umbrellas useless when you have a hood. Like you are going to get wet no matter what. So whatever...
I had to first go the the Finanzamt so that I could register as a taxable German (because that's really what I want - to pay taxes), but I can't legally work without this number. So again I had to be late for work. I had to be late yesterday as well because I had to go register with the city. These people looooovvvee paperwork! But anyways - the office opened at 8 and I was the first one there. Now I'm going to have a little fun with Math today but I'll involve it in my story. It took me about 30 minutes to walk there. Then I of course had to get to work, and I wanted to see about getting a ticket or multiple tickets or some sort of deal so I walked to the hauptbahnhof and no I didn't find out anymore information. But walking there was another 25 minutes. Then I needed to leave and the town where I have my internship because it is in a small little town. So it takes about 40-ish minutes to get to work.
So I'm on the bus and I know that my stop is coming up next so the moment that we pass the stop (haltestelle) before mine I hit the button. We turn onto the highway and the bus starts going....and going...and going...completely past my stop. I rush up to the front and say sir, why didn't you stop. He said I didn't push the button. Sir, I'm not retarded I know I pushed the button. Then he says that I should have pressed it early. I wished I was a better german bitch because I really wanted to express my feelings towards him. The worst was that we couldn't even stop because we were on a highway. So we travelled about another 5 minutes down the highway at a rate of 70. Now this means I have to walk the entire way back. I got off just steaming mad and went across the street to see when the next bus came - 50 minutes. The rain had started to pour harder at this point and I realized that it would probably just be better to walk instead of standing around waiting. This was such a miserable walk because I was so angry and it was uphill and I was getting splashed even more by the traffic.
I eventually made it to work - completely wet. I the water had managed to penetrate my hood and my bangs were disgustingly wet. I didn't look great but I was alive. About 30 minutes after being there I was informed that it was the big boss/owners birthday was today...and he wanted to see me. My immediate thought was panic. I've only been here three days what could I have done!!!
It was a wonderful meeting. He asked me all questions that I was able to reply to in German. He also asked what my plans were for after the internship - which makes me think and hope that there could be something potentially long term from this. I assume they would want something in north america - but that sucks because I want to live in europe! I'll wait until I get the job first.
Later on at work my skills were again requested to help translate a legal document. FML. I'm not that skilled at english. I am very bad at being short and concise as is demonstrated by this blog. I have much to 'flowery' entries. I think I succeeded though.
Then home from work and I walk home from where my carpooling person drops me off which is about another 25 minutes.
Then this evening I went to go visit the apartment that I am going to move into. I am actually quite excited to move in there. The roommates seem more friendlier than the last place that I lived and look like they will actually leave their room to talk to me. Two of them already have my cell phone number!
To get there from where I am is 45 minutes. (there and back for those of you keeping score)
Needless to say my legs hurt. I am living back in my vacation where we walked that long everyday. But instead I am starting before 8 am. I'm living the life of a 65 year old! Early to bed early to rise.
If you made it this far in the blog I'd like to shake your hand and welcome you to the end. You did it!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Deutsches Geburtstag!!
and I am having such a wonderful day.
Let me just first start off by saying that my couch surfing host is just wonderful...like insta-friend wonderful.
I was not expecting something anything as wonderful as what I was expecting. I was hesitant to tell her initially that it was my birthday because I don't expect people to fawn over me. I don't feel like I need to be the centre of attention all the time. I also didn't want her to feel like she owed me anything. Realistically at this point I've only known her for 48 hours. It's amazing.
So I have a lot I can say but I'm just going to focus on my birthday for the time being because I'm going to be self-centered for about 500-ish words.
I don't know if any of you realize this but it was my first day starting an internship today. Remember I'm in germany. Despite the fact that I'm working for a company that exports to north america everyone still speaks german. This means that I am in fact being trained in German.
Turns out when put to the test I really don't understand as well as I thought I did. At first it really seems that it is going to be more me listening than talking - but that's ok. I also came to the realization that I'm going to have to push myself if I'm going to talk German at a higher level. I want to be good enough that I can pretend I'm german when I want to avoid people.
But anyways - last night my couch surf buddy had some friends come over and we all drank and played games and then I got a birthday cake delivered at midnight. It was wonderful. And in typical german style with the penny put into the top. For luck....
Then I brought that cake to work today and it was so funny because when people found out it was my birthday I got soo many handshakes. It's just strange to me to receive a birthday handshake. It's not better in north america where they give you an awkward wave and then destroy your cake without talking to you. It was just really funny.
Then when I got home from work I cracked open the prosecoo and checked my internet feeds and decided who can't be my friend anymore because they didn't wish me a happy birthday. (just kidding - I pretend to know who loves me and I'll figure that is a good enough judgement...* also I love the people who you don't expect that say happy birthday, and those in winnipeg have a large window in which I can expect your greetings)
But then one friend that was over last night came over and made me a typisch deutsches buttercream kuchen (as picture at the beginning). These people are wonderful. And she brought be a birthday box that sings and birthday pasta. Then my couch surfing buddy gave me a wonderful little journal and bookmark.
I love it.
I think that this is going to be a wonderful semester. How am I going to leave?! I'll probably end up really frustrated some days and not feel like this - so perhaps a glass or three of prosecco will get me back to feeling how I am now.
I hope that my apartment roommates are like this too!!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Denglish
So it's no secret that I'd really like to learn german and I must say it's really tough to constantly be on my toes thinking of the proper phrasing and proper grammar and all that. One thing that I find that I do is have these conversations in my head in german so that I can practice. When I do this and I encounter a word that I don't know it just really works for me to say it in a german accent.
I have noticed though that twice since my parents have been here I have been talking in english and a german word pops out. Like I was talking about whether or not something was available or free and I used the german equivalent. That's pretty cool. I guess it's actually sinking in.
I have noticed though that twice since my parents have been here I have been talking in english and a german word pops out. Like I was talking about whether or not something was available or free and I used the german equivalent. That's pretty cool. I guess it's actually sinking in.
Also I decided to add this picture because the blog was pretty short. I'm grinning so much because this is at the mirabelle gardens in salzburg. If you don't recognize the location in the background go watch the sound of music during the do-re-mi song. Then you should know. If you didn't get it right away don't feel bad. At this point my dad had no idea why this was significant - I just said 'let's take a picture with the unicorns!' ha ha ha sucker
Friday, January 13, 2012
I'm not an author but...
So I was selected to write for another blog. To be perfectly honest I just sent in an email saying hey can I contribute to your project and they said sure, you have the date january 10.
So I had one hell of a time writing - but I did get it done - and so here is the link for the entry that I wrote. It was just difficult because I had to write pretty specific so that it was like reading a diary entry and it would make sense when reading the entries in a sequential context.
But here is the link if you care to check it out
http://the3six5.posterous.com/january-10-2012-danielle-schmidt
and yes I did take that picture
So I had one hell of a time writing - but I did get it done - and so here is the link for the entry that I wrote. It was just difficult because I had to write pretty specific so that it was like reading a diary entry and it would make sense when reading the entries in a sequential context.
But here is the link if you care to check it out
http://the3six5.posterous.com/january-10-2012-danielle-schmidt
and yes I did take that picture
lindsay lohan
I was creeping through my blogs today and ran across the most gorgeous picture of lindsay lohan. Susan and I have always been fans - since the parents trap days, but not so much now.
In fact, I still remember my first parent trap viewing experience. My father was away on a business trip and surprisingly I don't remember where. It was a friday night and it was raining and I don't think we had anything planned for that night. It is possible that we were going to see a movie in the theatres but there wasn't anything good playing. So we ended up at rogers video down the street and it was just after the video cassette version of the parents trap was released. Instead of renting my mother actually bought it full price which is super surprising because we aren't usually a family that will just buy a movie when it's first released. Why bother...you watch it once (usually) or at least my family does. But my mom bought it and I was elated. Then instead of cooking dinner we went to subway and I ordered my old favourite - a seafood sub. The least healthy kind - with extra olives!
I used to eat seafood subs all the time but then when I started playing volleyball and subway would sometimes be the snack I realized that it often smells and I did not want to be the person on the team that had the smelly lunch. I already wasn't cool and I didn't want to make it any worse.
So this last bit was a little bit of a tangent and I'll continue on to what I actually want to talk about. I think that lindsay lohan really just needs to get the heck out of dodge (or hollywood) and give her head a shake because I have a lot of faith that she could be a better person. I think that she's just going down to wrong track right now.
That's why I would like to invite her to my house - just for like 10 days. It's not in some creepy fan kind of way. Ever since I saw the documentary about britney spears getting hounded by the paparazzi I have felt a little bit bad and don't want to encourage that. I don't even buy those intouch, or other rags like that. I do read them at someone else's house, but I don't actually put out my own money to purchase them. But back to the point. I just think that she would like hanging out with me. And I think that I would like to get to know her as well and I could be someone that would be legit and not flakey. And I could keep her secrets if she needed me to. I think that she just needs a place of calm and reality and I would invite her to do that.
In fact, I still remember my first parent trap viewing experience. My father was away on a business trip and surprisingly I don't remember where. It was a friday night and it was raining and I don't think we had anything planned for that night. It is possible that we were going to see a movie in the theatres but there wasn't anything good playing. So we ended up at rogers video down the street and it was just after the video cassette version of the parents trap was released. Instead of renting my mother actually bought it full price which is super surprising because we aren't usually a family that will just buy a movie when it's first released. Why bother...you watch it once (usually) or at least my family does. But my mom bought it and I was elated. Then instead of cooking dinner we went to subway and I ordered my old favourite - a seafood sub. The least healthy kind - with extra olives!
I used to eat seafood subs all the time but then when I started playing volleyball and subway would sometimes be the snack I realized that it often smells and I did not want to be the person on the team that had the smelly lunch. I already wasn't cool and I didn't want to make it any worse.
So this last bit was a little bit of a tangent and I'll continue on to what I actually want to talk about. I think that lindsay lohan really just needs to get the heck out of dodge (or hollywood) and give her head a shake because I have a lot of faith that she could be a better person. I think that she's just going down to wrong track right now.
That's why I would like to invite her to my house - just for like 10 days. It's not in some creepy fan kind of way. Ever since I saw the documentary about britney spears getting hounded by the paparazzi I have felt a little bit bad and don't want to encourage that. I don't even buy those intouch, or other rags like that. I do read them at someone else's house, but I don't actually put out my own money to purchase them. But back to the point. I just think that she would like hanging out with me. And I think that I would like to get to know her as well and I could be someone that would be legit and not flakey. And I could keep her secrets if she needed me to. I think that she just needs a place of calm and reality and I would invite her to do that.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
haircutting
Katie - this post is for you...
I'm going to do this in public so that you cannot make a scene in public on the internet where it will go down in history forever.
I cheated on you today...
I'll preface this by saying it wasn't my fault. I really needed a hair cut and I didn't want to spend the money to get one however my parents were pretty adamant about me getting one. I do agree that my split ends are getting pretty bad at this point. Today when father and I were out for a wander/einkauf in the lovely town of friedrichshafen he mentioned that it probably wouldn't be a bad idea for me to get my haircut. I've noticed lately the horrible state of my hair and I can't say I completely disagreed with him.
So after a few gift purchases (another scarf for my father) and a lunch accompanied with liquid courage we made our way to a decently priced hair salon in the area.
We entered the store and were not immediately greeted due to the fact that some german soap opera was on and both girls were sitting on a spiral staircase being held captive by whatever drama was playing. Slowly one girl made her way over and I asked if they had anytime for a haircut. This was a pretty redundant question. I peeked a glance into the day planner and there were maybe three names written down in there...of course they had time for me.
So she led me over the the sink which I just have to say, no hair washing sink has ever been comfortable for me...ever. Maybe I just don't know how to sit in them properly, although the ones at diversity hair studio are the best up till this point - especially the foot rests!
So the hair was washed and my immediate thought was this girl is new!
You can always tell that someone is new by the aggressiveness. She did an adequate job however you just always know the way that a hair stylist is better and I feel more confident when they don't really care about your head as much as you do.
This did get me a little nervous but I know that it's just hair. I'm in the midst of really trying hard to grow out my hair and so that's keeping me apprehensive about letting anyone touch it. I know that it's just hair though so I'll survive.
So after my hair was washed and brushed another lady came down from upstairs to come actually cut my hair. She cut my hair into too many layers though. I am not dissatisfied but I would have rather had my own personal stylist. Hopefully this will just stimulate faster hair growth and have it grow long before I get mad and chop it all off again!
I'm going to do this in public so that you cannot make a scene in public on the internet where it will go down in history forever.
I cheated on you today...
I'll preface this by saying it wasn't my fault. I really needed a hair cut and I didn't want to spend the money to get one however my parents were pretty adamant about me getting one. I do agree that my split ends are getting pretty bad at this point. Today when father and I were out for a wander/einkauf in the lovely town of friedrichshafen he mentioned that it probably wouldn't be a bad idea for me to get my haircut. I've noticed lately the horrible state of my hair and I can't say I completely disagreed with him.
So after a few gift purchases (another scarf for my father) and a lunch accompanied with liquid courage we made our way to a decently priced hair salon in the area.
We entered the store and were not immediately greeted due to the fact that some german soap opera was on and both girls were sitting on a spiral staircase being held captive by whatever drama was playing. Slowly one girl made her way over and I asked if they had anytime for a haircut. This was a pretty redundant question. I peeked a glance into the day planner and there were maybe three names written down in there...of course they had time for me.
So she led me over the the sink which I just have to say, no hair washing sink has ever been comfortable for me...ever. Maybe I just don't know how to sit in them properly, although the ones at diversity hair studio are the best up till this point - especially the foot rests!
So the hair was washed and my immediate thought was this girl is new!
You can always tell that someone is new by the aggressiveness. She did an adequate job however you just always know the way that a hair stylist is better and I feel more confident when they don't really care about your head as much as you do.
This did get me a little nervous but I know that it's just hair. I'm in the midst of really trying hard to grow out my hair and so that's keeping me apprehensive about letting anyone touch it. I know that it's just hair though so I'll survive.
So after my hair was washed and brushed another lady came down from upstairs to come actually cut my hair. She cut my hair into too many layers though. I am not dissatisfied but I would have rather had my own personal stylist. Hopefully this will just stimulate faster hair growth and have it grow long before I get mad and chop it all off again!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I really shouldn't complain
So I'm just at the middle of my final week of travel. So far it has been amazing - obviously....
So today I went to do more historical adventures of discovery and I am really just getting tired. I know that I speak German but it is just so tiring when there is no english. In fact even though a lot of stuff is english I still have had little to no motivation to read because I have just had soo much information lately.
This could perhaps be indicative that solely reading is not my best learning style. Or it may just mean that I am getting lazy. I have had so much to think about and to digest that I am just having a tough time getting it all converted into long term memory. I know that there is a lot of information that I have heard more than once and a lot of little stories that I realize I really enjoyed at the time that I heard it, but they are just not getting retained. I guess that realistically you can't remember everything and I'm not going to be one of those people that tries to write it down to keep it all stored so that I can live up to my ultimate jeopardy championship dream. It was difficult for me not to have internet access for a while because there are a lot of dates that I would like to revisit and let the information absorb a little bit more but now all those things are forgotten. Podcasts were listened to multiple times and yet I still can't remember everything.
It's a little bit similar to those pictures that people take of the scenery or a church and then they get home and realize that there is no significance to that picture. My dad falls victim to this quite often and I won't say that I have never been guilty of this myself.
In Füssen which is the most adorable little town in the foothills of the Alps (and also the home of neuschwanstein) I was not motivated to discover and explore very much because it seems that a lot of things are just blending into one another. When I was talking to my dad prior to the trip and he was planning he kept reminding me that it was his and mothers vacation as well and that they were going to want to relax. Now that we're here that's not true. I actually didn't feel bad about passing up some museum time and just relaxing and drinking coffee and reading my book.
I guess I'm going to have to not get so tired of learning if I'm ever going to accomplish my goal of being the smartest person in the world
So today I went to do more historical adventures of discovery and I am really just getting tired. I know that I speak German but it is just so tiring when there is no english. In fact even though a lot of stuff is english I still have had little to no motivation to read because I have just had soo much information lately.
This could perhaps be indicative that solely reading is not my best learning style. Or it may just mean that I am getting lazy. I have had so much to think about and to digest that I am just having a tough time getting it all converted into long term memory. I know that there is a lot of information that I have heard more than once and a lot of little stories that I realize I really enjoyed at the time that I heard it, but they are just not getting retained. I guess that realistically you can't remember everything and I'm not going to be one of those people that tries to write it down to keep it all stored so that I can live up to my ultimate jeopardy championship dream. It was difficult for me not to have internet access for a while because there are a lot of dates that I would like to revisit and let the information absorb a little bit more but now all those things are forgotten. Podcasts were listened to multiple times and yet I still can't remember everything.
It's a little bit similar to those pictures that people take of the scenery or a church and then they get home and realize that there is no significance to that picture. My dad falls victim to this quite often and I won't say that I have never been guilty of this myself.
In Füssen which is the most adorable little town in the foothills of the Alps (and also the home of neuschwanstein) I was not motivated to discover and explore very much because it seems that a lot of things are just blending into one another. When I was talking to my dad prior to the trip and he was planning he kept reminding me that it was his and mothers vacation as well and that they were going to want to relax. Now that we're here that's not true. I actually didn't feel bad about passing up some museum time and just relaxing and drinking coffee and reading my book.
I guess I'm going to have to not get so tired of learning if I'm ever going to accomplish my goal of being the smartest person in the world
Thursday, January 5, 2012
another post from a starbucks
So I have been in Germany quite sometime and I'm sure that there is not that I could write about (what a stupid intro) but there is something that I have noticed and it never really occurred to me until new years.
I love how Germans seem to 'come together' for big events. It's cool to live in a city that is able to broadcast a football (and I'm going to use this instead of soccer from now on because I want to be cool) and then have all these fans celebrating and cheering together. I know that in North America we have our fan clubs but it seems like the fan clubs here are a lot more like some sort of brotherhood that people really belong to. It's more than dressing up and especially more than getting drunk which for me seems to be the north american response - I will admit that becoming intoxicated is often a result of brotherhood but it seems like it's more collateral damage than the aim of the exercise.
I think that when germans take off their 'seriousness masks' they are the nicest people in the world and are a lot more welcoming. I was talking with someone today about the notion that germans seem to want to make more lifelong friends and once they open up are very willing to be friendly.
I also wonder if these sports teems have been some sort of platform for these friendships and brotherhoods to build outside of ones own family unit. It's just such a nice thought and another way for one to 'belong' to something
So here's a new goal and it's going to require my change of ideas in german football - I'm just going to have to learn to love it!
I love how Germans seem to 'come together' for big events. It's cool to live in a city that is able to broadcast a football (and I'm going to use this instead of soccer from now on because I want to be cool) and then have all these fans celebrating and cheering together. I know that in North America we have our fan clubs but it seems like the fan clubs here are a lot more like some sort of brotherhood that people really belong to. It's more than dressing up and especially more than getting drunk which for me seems to be the north american response - I will admit that becoming intoxicated is often a result of brotherhood but it seems like it's more collateral damage than the aim of the exercise.
I think that when germans take off their 'seriousness masks' they are the nicest people in the world and are a lot more welcoming. I was talking with someone today about the notion that germans seem to want to make more lifelong friends and once they open up are very willing to be friendly.
I also wonder if these sports teems have been some sort of platform for these friendships and brotherhoods to build outside of ones own family unit. It's just such a nice thought and another way for one to 'belong' to something
So here's a new goal and it's going to require my change of ideas in german football - I'm just going to have to learn to love it!
two reasons I was lucky today
I somehow always seem to beat the line. Does anyone feel like this is ever the situation with them because it seems like it is happening to me on a regular basis. I go into a store and the line is small but as I look at the line once I leave it is SUPER long.
This happened to me at every store when I was shopping, well maybe not every store, but every store that had a lineup I always seemed to pick the right time.
Today this happened to me at the post office - and when I got in I thought the line was super long (ps a very special cat that can't read or understand humans is going to get a very special gift) but after that the door was through the front door. Also - I played the experience completely german and it went completely smooth!
and now again at starbucks. I hope this is a trend that continues in my life.
By the way - the guy sharing the table with me at starbucks is totally slapping a near secretly
This happened to me at every store when I was shopping, well maybe not every store, but every store that had a lineup I always seemed to pick the right time.
Today this happened to me at the post office - and when I got in I thought the line was super long (ps a very special cat that can't read or understand humans is going to get a very special gift) but after that the door was through the front door. Also - I played the experience completely german and it went completely smooth!
and now again at starbucks. I hope this is a trend that continues in my life.
By the way - the guy sharing the table with me at starbucks is totally slapping a near secretly
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