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Shortest two months of my life.
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| Things That Make Berlin Better Than Non-Berlin Places |
[25 Oct 2009|11:52pm] |
1) The kick-ass train station that has everything you could possibly want, save a deck of 52 playing cards.
2) Getting your picture taken outside of the Brandenburger Tor with Crazy Statue Guy and Germans dressed up like Americans and Russians.
3) Free pins at the parliament building.
4) The East Side Gallery AKA the longest remaining segment of the Berlin Wall, which is now an art gallery. We saw a guy working on his peice, which was incidently the most amazing, intricate thing on the wall. (Also on the wall was Batman.)
5) The Sony Center where they have all the movie premiers. We ate lunch there at an Australian restuarant that served British beer because we are multicultural like that.
6) Europe's tallest, fastest elevator. Which was closed and we couldn't ride it, but still...
I'm kind of in love with this city, which is weird as it is not a particularly clean or pretty city. Just a very city-ish city. But every single thing about it fills me with joy and excitement. I have not bought a t-shirt with a city's name on it one this entire trip until Berlin. In Berlin, I bought two. One wasn't enough. Someone asked me if one was a gift for someone else and I was like, NO THEY ARE ALL FOR ME.
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| Stupid American Girl vs. Doors: Round 357 |
[20 Oct 2009|09:53pm] |
I have a really, really hard time unlocking European doors. It doesn't matter the building. It doesn't matter the country. It takes me a long time, if I can do it at all. And all of the girls I travel with are the same way. I think there is something lacking in American education that makes us unable to open doors. Sometimes, they'll be a stranger right there while I struggle with the door, which makes it about the most embarrassing thing ever.
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For one week, our classes in Germany were something we called "the short course" where we were joined by a class of German students. This was the week before fall break. Today, our normal courses resumed, just us Americans.
When we broke up for lunch, the cafeteria was really super crowded. When we first got here, the semester hadn't started for German students yet and they'd been sort of trickling in by grade level. Now, everyone is here and its hard to find a place to sit. There were a group of my classmates sitting at a really crowded table that I could never hope to get to, so I started looking for the others. While looking, one of the German students from the short course calls to me, "Kristen! Sit here!" So, I ate lunch with German friends instead of Americans and I feel so awesome about that for some reason. They all spoke in English the entire time, too, so it wasn't like it was awkward or anything.
She also commented that my food was very traditional German fare, but to tell the truth, I eat this in the US, too.
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Even when I know the German words for things, I never, ever use them. I feel really awkward about it and some of my classmates can tell that I understand what is being said to us or what is written down better than they can. But for some reason, I can't bring myself to say the words and I don't know why.
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| The Epic Italian Adventure! |
[18 Oct 2009|11:02pm] |
Once upon a time, it was fall break so I went to Italy. I did my very best to travel up and down the coast of Italy on a budget of 500 Euros. Which I failed to do, but I NEARLY made it, so that's okay. I went with two other girls in my class. For some reason, as an American, I had always thought of European travel as this scary, unmanagable thing that only brave souls with adventurous natures could actually navigate. And I say that as someone whose known lots of people who've done it. Fact is, it is really simple and straightfoward.
October 10th
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Can we go back to Germany now?
We started in Stuttgart and the majority of our first day was travel to Rome by train. I bought my Eurail pass about three days before we left. Since I had had zero concrete plans about traveling anywhere, I hadn't purchased a pass in advance. My going with my classmates was a last minute thing--one of the girls' mother didn't like the idea of the two of them back packing alone and was going to fly her dad out to go with them unless they could find more people. Lucky for me, I wanted to go on the exact trip they'd planned.
I didn't have any particular reason for wanting to go to Italy. It, along with France, is just sort of the "it" country, I think. Speaking of France, we are going to Paris the first weekend of November. Because I had no reason for wanting to go to Italy other than it seemed like the thing to do, I didn't have anything in particular that I wanted to see.
So, on the first day, this was our schedule:
Stuttgart to Zuerich. Zuerich to Lugano. Lugano to Milan. Milan to Rome.
These four train rides were pretty long, hellish and boring aside from one thing.
Switzerland is absolutely beautiful. In my mind, Switzerland was just "snow covered alps" and "Heidi." The reality is that Switzerland is gorgeous. I have neither the time nor the days on my rail pass to devote to Switzerland, but this is a country I want to seriously see someday.
Also, not one of the three of us knew what country Lugano was in, which was pretty funny because none of us were willing to ask, either. And I don't mean that we weren't willing to ask the people around us, I mean, we weren't willing to admit to each other than none of us knew. We just sort of figured that it was Switzerland when we got there.
My first impression of Rome was a really lousy one. Germany is a beautiful, clean, green country and everyone you met is pleasant and helpful. Okay, that is probably not true of the entire country, but it IS true of everywhere we've been. And keep in mind everywhere we've been has been directed by our professors from the university. Until we all flew away on our own for Fall Break.
Our hostel was right outside the Roma Termini--the main train station. When I heard that--I'd been doing my laundry the day we booked our first few hostels and was in and out all night with very little input--my first thought was "That is going to be a really sketchy neighborhood. I guess they thought the conveinence would be worth it." Yeah, no, they actually had not realised that the area would be sketchy. I wasn't too bothered by the neighborhood since it was exactly what I had expected, but the girls I was with were very unhappy. I tend to be Team Mom when my friends are unhappy, so I was like, "Guys, I've got my dad's credit card. If you don't like it here, we'll get a hotel for the night."
When we met the guy who owned the hostel, he was extremely friendly, which made them feel better and we decided to stay. I tend to be put off by extreme levels of friendliness and was now less happy. To make matters worse, our room was really gross.
Night-night, sleep tight~
October 11th
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Seriously, Germany, plz?
Now, it is October, so I have packed for fall/winter temperatures. Germany is cold. I just plain didn't bring any summer clothes. Well, last Sunday, Rome was FUCKING HOT. It was grossly, unbearably hot. And we were all "No Plan, No Problem!" only without the book of that name. We figured that we'd, you know, see the sights we wanted to see and take it all at our own pace.
We run into the following problems:
1) We don't really know what what we want to see. There is a lot of famous stuff in Rome and since we want to do the whole country, we don't have a lot of time hit everything.
2) We don't know where anything is.
3) We don't know how to get there. I mean, yeah, we've got a crappy map, but we can't walk to everything and we don't know what buses go where.
So, we're standing like idiots infront of Roma Termini trying to figure out what to do and we keep getting accosted by people selling bus tours. And finally, it dawns on us, ~Let's do a bus tour!~ But not today, because it is mid-afternoon by now and we want to start our tour early. So, one of these salesmen guys directs us to this outdoor market. We go there and its really fucking hot.
And to be even more uncomfortable, we only had one night in the super gross hostel, so we were carrying all of our stuff through the market. When it was really fucking hot. But that's okay, because we had to catch our train to Naples!
Naples: Even Grosser Than Rome.
Naples is covered in graffiti, there is lots of Mafia and we saw people get hit by Vespas TWICE. The lines on the road mean nothing and everyone jaywalks like mad, so its not surprising. Our hostel is very, very nice, though. So everyone is happy!
Until we learn that we cannot flush toilet paper. That is kinda gross.
October 12th
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Imagine the best place ever. Now take off your shoes and go run around barefoot in it.
The hostel got worse with every passing minute. Italian public transportation is icky and we'll never, ever take our dear, beautiful Germany for granted ever again.
But this was the day we took a day trip to Amalfi. Go find it on a map. It is a city on the coast, south of Naples. It is hellish to get to, but intensely beautiful. I filled up an entire memory card of my camera on Amalfi alone. Imagine mountains that feed into the sea, with rows of houses and shops built right into them. Take off your shoes and socks and go run into the Mediterranean Sea. Get splashed by a big wave. Have the best day and the most fun that you've ever had and take a million pictures of it.
Go ahead, I'll wait.
October 13th
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Step on the penis for good luck. Not the balls, please.
Naples continues to get worse. But we took a day trip to see Pompeii, which was awesome.
I had not particularly wanted to pay for the guided tour, but I am VERY glad we did because
1) This place is HUGE
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2) I learned a lot!
Pompeii is very interesting. It was originally a Greek colony and then the Romans came in and you can tell what buildings were built by who. They know what buildings were homes and what buildings were shops. They have a building that was made when Pompeii was first rediscovered in the 1700's that lets you know just how high up the volcanic ash came and how deeply everything was buried. It's not even completely excavated yet!
I drank lots of wine in Italy and this was also the day that I picked out a bottle for the very first time! Here is what the label said:
Corvo
Dal 1824
Sicilia
Indicazione Geografica Tipica
Rossa
Vendemmia 2007
Italia
(I'd just include the important parts, but I don't know what those are.) Anywho, I didn't care for it. It was sweet and I learned that I like dry wine. The more you know!
October 14th
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101 Questions About the Pope
We went back to Rome and stayed in the same hostel as before. The evil you know and all.
This was the day we did the bus tour. Here is the way the bus tour works: they have a trillion of these double-decker buses driving throughout all the tourist traps. You buy a 24hr ticket and get on the bus. When they get to a thing you want to see, you hop off. When you are done, you hope on the next bus.
The first thing we went to was the Vatican which was kind of weird because we were all agreed that the Vatican was not a priority. It is supposed to be really crowded on Wednesdays because that is a day the Pope comes and I think the attitude was that we wanted to beat the crowds? I don't know. So, we did the Vatican Musuem and the Sistine Chapel.
Everyone always talks about the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, so when I actually got inside, I was really overwhelmed. You are entirely surrounded by paintings and mosiacs. I did not expect the walls and the floors to be decked out, too. It is very much on the breathtaking side.
The world hates us, though, so instead of being able to hop onto a bus, we ACTUALLY got to wait for over an hour. That sucked really hard. And then we got off to look at some ruins. There are lots of ruins in Rome.
We went inside the Coloseum and got the guided tour for that, too. While I am glad we went inside, the tour wasn't worth the money. We were told like...two things I didn't already know.
And then we went in search of the Trivi Fountain.
The Trivi Fountain is supremely spectacular and if you haven't seen it, you need to. Go to Rome right now and go see it. I'm not even kidding.
October 15th
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We totally wasted this day
We decided that we didn't want to stick around Rome anymore because it is seriously expensive and that it was time to move on to Florence. But then we missed the train that we needed. So we waited around in an internet cafe for an hour. And then we got to our super nice hostel and took naps. And then we went out to dinner. You know what is awesome as all get out? Wine from Tuscany.
October 16th
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We went shopping
I bought boots.
Also--best meal in Italy? We went to a Mexican restaurant. It was AWESOME. It was seriously the most amazing thing ever.
October 17th
or
Kristen's Epic Search for a Mask
This story is going in my JournalFen.
October 18th
or
I ♥ Germany!
I am so happy to be back in Germany I can't even say. Traveling is fun, but having your own room and familiar places is fun, too! I got a doner at the train station in Stuttgart and it was SO GREAT.
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[07 Oct 2009|10:45pm] |
Today, I planned an 8 day tour of Italy.
What did you do today?
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| This is an entry in fairy tale form |
[02 Oct 2009|02:25pm] |
Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away, there was a large fortress castle and all the people in the kingdom lived within its walls. During the day, they would all leave their dwellings and go beyond the walls to do their farming and their other trades and late at night, they would go back inside.
There was a peasant girl who lived in this kingdom who owned a beautiful loom, which she would use to weave cloth, from which she would sew clothing, for herself and also to barter. One day, after weaving a large bolt of cloth, a neighbor boy asked if he may use her loom. Her loom was her livihood and she really did not want to give it up, but she had a lot of cloth and his need was greater, so she allowed him to use it.
Meanwhile, she set to work sewing her cloth into a dress.
There was another seamstress in the kingdom, one who had hoped to make a beautiful dress for her mother. However, she suddenly and without warning found herself with no cloth, for hers had been stolen away by trolls. Having nothing to trade, she asked the loom girl if she might please have some cloth so that she might sew her mother a dress. Unable to resist such a request, the loom girl gave a large bolt of her cloth to the other seamstress. She could, after all, always weave more.
As time went by, the other girl took more and more cloth to make a more and more ornate dress. The loom girl did what she could with the scraps that she had, but she did not think she would be able to trade other goods for this dress. She wanted to weave more cloth for herself, but the neighbor boy was gone--and so was her loom.
She could not imagine where he could have gone or how something as large as the loom could have been moved. Nor did she ever see him again, not even late at night when she returned to the inside of the walls of the kingdom. Perhaps the trolls had taken him, and her loom, as well.
She was worried about what she would do in the future without her loom, but for now, the townspeople helped her get by, just as she had always helped them.
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| This is an entry about pie/German chocolate |
[02 Oct 2009|02:21pm] |
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I have eaten no pie or German chocolate. I have had gummi bears and a jelly donut, though. I was actually sort of disappointed with the jelly donut because when we were in München, I kept seeing donuts and I was like, 'Do they really eat Bavarian Cream Donuts in Bavaria?' That would be the greatest thing ever, because I love Bavarian Cream Donuts. Those were all labeled 'donut' and I never got one. This morning, I bought something that looked the same, only it was labeled Berliner and it was a jelly donut. And I am not sure what kind of fruit it was. It was a very dark, purplish red and tangy.
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| This is an entry about life, the universe and everything |
[02 Oct 2009|02:18pm] |
I haven't read any books in the oft quoted Hitchhiker's..what trilogy in 4 parts or something? So. Yeah.
Life is good, I still think Pluto got the raw end of the deal with that whole not a planet thing and gummi bears are everywhere in Germany. And yes, I am counting gummi bears as 'everything' because you can seriously not overestimate my gummi bear budget.
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| This is an entry about the weather/where I live |
[02 Oct 2009|02:15pm] |
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It is starting to get cold, but actually the weather here is really nice. I definately thought it was going to be colder than it actually is. People are talking like the past two days have been noticiably colder, but I don't see it. Then again, I don't wear flip-flops or short sleeved shirts, so that might have something to do with it. I bought knee socks on a whim before I left and I really, really like them. Maybe they keep my legs warm, maybe they are just fun, I don't know.
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[01 Oct 2009|04:46pm] |
I feel like I ought to write an entry because I am in Magical Germany and its made of magic. But I really don't feel like it. I write in a travel journal and its like, 'How many journals can I really keep?'
Tell me what to make an entry about instead.
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| The Forest Tale |
[15 Aug 2009|09:53pm] |
Once upon a time, the princess' fairy godmother instructed her thus: "Upon this morn, venture deep into the dewy forest and be sure that there are no flowers in the clearing."
Heeding the instructions of her godmother, the princess entered the forest soon after sunrise, when the leaves were still wet with dew. She soon found a well worn path which she followed until she came across a large clearing. Far from her, in the corner of the clearing, the princess spotted a single rose. Thinking that this must surely be what her fairy godmother must have meant, she crossed the clearing to pick the rose. As she lifted it, the rose wilted and turned to ash in her hand. Alarmed, the princess let the ashes slip through her fingers and ran from the clearing, through the forest until she reached the borders of her kingdom. There she stayed until her fairy godmother came to her.
"Godmother," said the princess, "I found a rose in the clearing."
"Child," her fairy godmother said gravely, "I pray that you did not touch it."
"It wilted and turned to ash in my hand," the princess replied.
Her fairy godmother's face grew cold and severe, "It is what you fear. Go, wash yourself in the babbling brook. Make haste that the curse of the rose not pollute you."
The princess hurried to the brook. Though she washed herself, she thought she could feel the curse, following her.
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| Reading Woes |
[03 Aug 2009|07:26pm] |
A feeling I consistantly hate is when you get into a really good book. A book you can not possibly fathom putting down. And then you finish it.
Life seems so empty.
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[16 Jul 2009|05:02pm] |
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Have I ever mentioned one of the things that really tick me off is when someone makes a decision for me with absolutely zero consultation with me and I'm supposed to appreciate it?
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[07 Jul 2009|10:59pm] |
As of today, I drink coffee black.
As of yesterday, I drink coffee.
This is my opener because, I don't know, it amuses me. Is it something that requires a declaration? No. Are there better things to talk about? Yes. Will I talk about them? Probably not. I haven't decided.
Do I use this journal as any kind of venue for expression? Noooot really.
I will say this, though: my 51-year-old mother is much, much better at Guitar Hero and WiiSports than me and it annoys me. And I think she wants a Wii because she won't stop talking about it.
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| Okay, maybe it is time. |
[26 Apr 2009|01:33pm] |
I just found about 6 drawings underneath my bed dated 2-25-99.
They have been under there for over ten years.
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| *owns midterm!* |
[19 Mar 2009|08:55pm] |
I got at 36/40 on a test I was sure I did poorly on! Yay!
And I still don't know a damned thing about what's going on in that class.
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| Sing-a-long Songs: Metal |
[06 Mar 2009|11:04am] |
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Last night, I've got music playing when my mom comes home and we have a chat. While we're talking about whatever, she suddenly notices that the metal song I've got playing is a cover of a Phil Collins song from the 80's. My mother singing a long to metal? Pretty much the funniest thing ever.
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| A Fractured Fairy Tale |
[27 Jan 2009|01:56pm] |
Once upon a time, there lived a princess. Though she was beautiful and wise and all things a princess should be, she spent her days lazing about the castle while the King and the Queen ruled the kingdom. Because such a life did not suit the princess, she decided that she must learn a trade.
She went into the forest, for all knew it was nature who was the most skilled of all. In the forest, the princess told the deer that she would like to spend her days learning a trade.
"Oh, no," said the deer, "that will never do. For you are a princess and already have your kingdom by day, you must learn a trade by night."
The princess agreed. Surely, the deer knew better than she.
"Come to the forest at night," the deer told her, "and the animals will teach you a trade. We do this in good faith, for we have heard you are wise. But if you wish to complete your lessons, you must undergo three tests of wisdom before the seasons change. If you are as wise as they say, these tests will be a simple task."
The princess agreed and at night, she would go into the forest to learn a trade. Before fall turned to winter, she underwent three tests of wisdom.
And so, she told the bird, "I have completed the tests of wisdom. I am as wise as they say."
The bird told her, "I am going to migrate to a warmer place for the winter. Tell the deer."
The princess told the deer, "I have completed the tests of wisdom. I am as wise as they say."
The deer said, "That is good, I shall tell the bird."
The bird had indeed gone south for the winter, so it was not until some days later that she received his reply: "To continue learning a trade, you must do this quest." The princess looked over what was required for her quest.
"I went on this quest already," the princess sent back, "It was many seasons ago."
"No," came the bird's next letter. "You did a similar quest, they look the same. But they are different. You shall also need the blessings of three wizards, if you wish to learn a trade."
So, the princess prepared to go on the quest and asked six wizards to bless her so that she may learn a trade. Though she knew many wizards, she feared the wizards also knew many princesses and they may not all remember her, or be willing to bless her. The first three wizards to answer her plea would be the ones to bless her. The Wizard of the East was the first, saying that he would be happy to bless her. Second, was the Wizard of Thor. Third was the Merchant Wizard's apprentice, who, while not yet a wizard herself, could bless just as well as any true wizard.
When she completed her quest, the princess found herself at fort. The gatekeeper told her that she should have completed her quest before the seasons changed and that she would certainly not learn a trade. Just when the princess's hopes were as low as she thought they could be, a maid pulled her into a small alcove.
"All hope is not lost," the maid said. "If the wizards bless you before the full moon comes, you may have yet a chance to learn a trade. Ask them again, tell them you need the blessing soon."
The Merchant Wizard's apprentice blessed her first. It was a few days before the Wizard of Thor performed his blessing. The Wizard of the East took more days still, which concerned the princess. She feared she may not learn her trade.
On the day of the full moon, the maid approached the princess again, this time, while the princess was at home in the castle. "The wizards have blessed you and the forest knows you are wise. If you wish to learn a trade, you must now beseech the Lord of the Forest."
"Who is the Lord of the Forest?" asked the princess.
"I do not know his name or his face," the maid answered. "But to beseech him, you must first ask the banana, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit, and the trees. You must do this tomorrow, before the sun leaves the highest place in the sky."
And so, the princess went in search of the banana, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit and the trees, so that she could ask them to allow her to beseech the Lord of the Forest. On her journey, she was stopped by a sapling. The sapling told her that the banana and the Spirit were gone and she must come back later.
"But I need their permission before the sun leaves the highest place in the sky," the princess told the sapling. "What can I do?"
The sapling was unsure. "It is just a twist of fate," she said, "that they are not here. I have friends in other parts of the forest. Perhaps they can help you." The sapling stretched her roots to ask the other saplings of the forest what the princess could do.
She needn't have gone to the trouble--for at that moment, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit descended. He gave the princess his permission to ask the trees. The banana was still no where to be found, but the Spirit insisted that that was all right. The banana, was in fact, the Wizard of Thor, and the princess had had his blessing and permission all along. Thanking the sapling and the Spirit, the princess continued on to ask the trees. The trees themselves gave the princess their permission, too, and the princess journeyed on, to the stronghold of the Lord of the Forest.
The Lord of the Forest dwelled in the very same fort that the princess had come to at the end of her quest. At the gate was the maid, not the gatekeeper. "I've got the permission of the banana, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit and the trees themselves," the princess said. "I have come to beseech the Lord of the Forest, so that I may learn a trade."
The maid smiled. "That's it."
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| A Holiday Review |
[02 Jan 2009|02:58am] |
It's not musical. I'm sorry. With a subject like that, it seems like it should have some sort of medley.
On my last day of work before the holidays, I came to the conclusion that the people who sing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" are jerks. They come, demand pudding and refuse to leave until they get it. Who the hell are you to just show up and start demanding figgy pudding? The entire thing is about this pudding.
(It's actually a cultural thing, but its way less fun to complain about when you keep that in mind...)
I normally make it a point to not discuss what I received for Christmas because I like to pretend that I am not materialistic and that the presents don't matter to me, but I received a roughly 700-page tome that took me a week to read. And then I wrote a book report on it. It's about eight pages and took me four hours to write. I have either issues or dedication. Let us not waste anytime trying to determine which.
(I love Tony Stark.)
I spent Christmas Day the way I have spent most Christmas Days for the past 13 years or so: traveling to New Jersey by car. I didn't go last year, but that the only year since we moved to NC that I haven't. I actually don't typically think of myself as having much of a connection with my extended family. It had been a year and a half since I'd seen anyone and a lot had changed but I was really struck by the familiarity of it all. It was like it had been no time at all. And it just really felt like this is what going home is.
(I hate sounding sappy.)
The day after Christmas, the relatives that didn't make it on Christmas Day came over. I have one cousin who's a teenager now and everyone else just gave him money or gift cards. I was the only person who gave him an actual present, with the exception of a sweater from our grandmother that needed to be returned. And he liked the present I got him, which made me feel pretty good. I think everything I got people went over well this year, which is unusual, because I normally get people things they don't really care a whit about it.
(I figure you can't go wrong with Batman.)
On Saturday, my mother's mother's family gets together for a really horrible Christmas party every year. And I complained a lot about it and assumed no one was actually going to listen to me or care. And instead, I was presented with the startlingly new concept of, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to." And I didn't. And it was everything I thought it would be.
(I did cry, though. Weird things set me off. I don't even understand it.)
I firmly believe the following story will be told by members of my family for years to come:
One of my cousins and his wife are going to have a baby and on Sunday, we attended the baby shower. It was at a Spanish restaurant and every table had a large bottle of mineral water, a bottle of wine and a pitcher of Sangria. The pitchers were being constantly replaced when empty. I could not tell you how many pitchers of Sangria our table went through, but it was probably a lot.
We were actually going to head straight from one party to another, so one of my aunts decided that we ought to take the Sangria with us. She dumped the mineral water out of its bottle and poured the Sangria in. We wanted the fruit, too, so she started chopping up the fruit into small enough pieces that she could jam them into the mouth of the bottle. Then we stole the mineral water bottle and pitcher of Sangria from another table and my mom started chopping fruit, too. And while we were at it, we grabbed the bottles of wine, too.
And when we left, we tucked our prize booze into the spare tire cubby in the trunk of the car.
(We had a huge chip on our shoulder, because we were the classy table.)
On Monday, we went to New York City. Which is dull. The Macy's windows were horrible this year, the tree in Times Square looks the same as it ever did and I accidentally snuffed a candle at St. Patrick's.
(I still feel really horrible about that.)
On Tuesday, we went to the Stack for lunch and Pizzaland for dinner. I was honestly surprised it took us that long before we went to the Stack because my grandparents are addicted to that place and we normally find ourselves there three times a week. It's a pancake restaurant and not particularly special, but it would have been nice to go twice, because I had a hard time choosing between banana or potato pancakes.
As for Pizzaland....you don't know how good food can be until you eat there. I can't even say, honestly.
(I got potato.)
On Wednesday, I hung around the house, played with my younger cousins and drew a ton. I was sad to go. It's harder to leave when you don't know when you'll be coming back.
(I didn't bring my markers, so now I'm trying to catch up on coloring all those drawings.)
On Thursday, we drove home.
(Orangeade is disgusting.)
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