The Attack of the Killer Dust Bunnies from Outerspace
Ok, so, I haven't posted in a REALLY long time, and I suspect that I'm basically not very good at this whole blogging thing. But now, I have made a commitment to blog on a semi-regular monthly, weekly, perhaps even daily basis. Not that anybody is reading this by now, but hey, you never know...that guy that stalked me last year is probably still checking obsessively every day to make sure I haven't perhaps posted new words of love and wisdom for the masses.
I've been in Hungary now for a month basically, and that's too much to tell in one post, so let's just put it this way: If you really care about what I'm doing, you've emailed me/talked to me on AIM/sent me a telepathic message by now and know that things here are great, I have great roomates, Hungarian is for crazy people, and that I was visited by the spirit of George Washington in a somewhat thought provoking nightmare. OK. The last part is a lie. But it sounds good right? If you haven't emailed me/talked ot me on AIM/sent me a telepathic message by now then I conclude that you don't really care about me. In which case, why are you reading my blog? Consider that carefully before continuing won't you.
Still reading? It's ok, I probably don't care about you either, but I would probably read your blog too. No worries.
And now, moving on to more interesting things. We cleaned our room tonight and I am not joking, those dust bunnies were enormous. I think one of them was actually growing teeth. Why don't we clean our room more often, you may ask? Well, isn't the better question why in God's name are we cleaning it tonight? And the answer to that is:
INSPECTION.
Yes folks, inspection. Apparently they are coming to our room tomorrow to inspect it, and not just the good old fashioned American way to see if we are smoking pot or breaking windows (in fact, I don't really think they care about these things). They are in fact inspecting to see if we are nice clean little Hungarian girls taking good care of the maintainence of our floor and ruthlessly executing dust bunnies on site. Of course, we meet none of these criterea and that means we are on a cleaning spree the night before hoping to trick them into thinking that that shoe is actually a dust bunny execution chamber.
Besides enormous dust bunnies, things here are going really well. I go to school a lot. I work a lot. I go out a lot. Last night I went to see a man in leather pants with a red mask painted over his eyes do some performance and got into an argument with a fairly obnoxious Australian about the American/European/Australian social welfare system or lack thereof. Whatever. Yawn. Please pass the bad Hungarian beer. Then he tried to pick up my roomate. Whatever. Yawn. Please pass me a glass of "sorry, you're not getting laid tonite". And then we left...
We also have a student pub that happens every Thursday and is pretty cool, especially since they have CZECH beer which is, of course, superior to Hungarian beer. The Hungarians make up for it though by having better wine and a harder language...actually...DOES that make up for it? Tomorrow I'm going to Karaoke.
So, really, the point of this post is to let everybody know that I am getting my party on and drastically improving my study habits here in Budapest. In a month I will go to Romania and start learning a language that actually has cognates. Until then, please keep reading for updates on other useless goings on in my life. Actually...these will probably get more interesting if I start writing them more often.
Trying to ignore the cries of the dying dust bunnies,
Megan
I've been in Hungary now for a month basically, and that's too much to tell in one post, so let's just put it this way: If you really care about what I'm doing, you've emailed me/talked to me on AIM/sent me a telepathic message by now and know that things here are great, I have great roomates, Hungarian is for crazy people, and that I was visited by the spirit of George Washington in a somewhat thought provoking nightmare. OK. The last part is a lie. But it sounds good right? If you haven't emailed me/talked ot me on AIM/sent me a telepathic message by now then I conclude that you don't really care about me. In which case, why are you reading my blog? Consider that carefully before continuing won't you.
Still reading? It's ok, I probably don't care about you either, but I would probably read your blog too. No worries.
And now, moving on to more interesting things. We cleaned our room tonight and I am not joking, those dust bunnies were enormous. I think one of them was actually growing teeth. Why don't we clean our room more often, you may ask? Well, isn't the better question why in God's name are we cleaning it tonight? And the answer to that is:
INSPECTION.
Yes folks, inspection. Apparently they are coming to our room tomorrow to inspect it, and not just the good old fashioned American way to see if we are smoking pot or breaking windows (in fact, I don't really think they care about these things). They are in fact inspecting to see if we are nice clean little Hungarian girls taking good care of the maintainence of our floor and ruthlessly executing dust bunnies on site. Of course, we meet none of these criterea and that means we are on a cleaning spree the night before hoping to trick them into thinking that that shoe is actually a dust bunny execution chamber.
Besides enormous dust bunnies, things here are going really well. I go to school a lot. I work a lot. I go out a lot. Last night I went to see a man in leather pants with a red mask painted over his eyes do some performance and got into an argument with a fairly obnoxious Australian about the American/European/Australian social welfare system or lack thereof. Whatever. Yawn. Please pass the bad Hungarian beer. Then he tried to pick up my roomate. Whatever. Yawn. Please pass me a glass of "sorry, you're not getting laid tonite". And then we left...
We also have a student pub that happens every Thursday and is pretty cool, especially since they have CZECH beer which is, of course, superior to Hungarian beer. The Hungarians make up for it though by having better wine and a harder language...actually...DOES that make up for it? Tomorrow I'm going to Karaoke.
So, really, the point of this post is to let everybody know that I am getting my party on and drastically improving my study habits here in Budapest. In a month I will go to Romania and start learning a language that actually has cognates. Until then, please keep reading for updates on other useless goings on in my life. Actually...these will probably get more interesting if I start writing them more often.
Trying to ignore the cries of the dying dust bunnies,
Megan
posted by Megan at 12:08 PM
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