Meanwhile in Salzburg...

Monday, November 12, 2012

It's my Prague-ative

The weekend after we returned from Paris, we found ourselves heading to Prague.

Is this my life?
Czechoslovakia?
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I LOVED Prague, the city was really cool and energetic--I walked more in two days than I did all week in Paris. Lots of hills. Lots of fun. Lots of incredible views...

Nicole up by the metronome

From our walk up to the castle

View of famous Charles bridge--it was stunning

Sunset

SO MANY CHUCKS up by the metronome

My FAVORITE part about Prague, though, was the John Lennon wall

Every year the wall is repainted. Really cool.

My second favorite part of Prague was either the baby statues/modern art exhibit we saw, or this AWESOME memorial to the victims of communism in Czechoslovakia.

Every few steps the statue becomes less and less, so powerful-equally terrifying.

The four of us (FEARSOME FOURSOME!) went on two bar crawls, one each night we were in Prague. We stayed in Hostel Elf, and met SO many people. The second night I felt like homecoming queen at some dumb football game because so many people knew my name and were so excited to see me. Now I'm back to anime-nerd status, but I had my moment of popularity.

WHY do people jump in our picture? Ahh well...

"The best night you will never remember"...perhaps too fitting

ALRIGHT. How to explain the night life? Our first bar crawl was the Clock Tower Bar Crawl. I didn't have the best night. But that's ok. Here are some pictures from Friday night with ambiguous captions so my mom doesn't overreact.

Absinthe. A Czech staple, ja?

I LOVE LAURA

I LVOE CASSIE

This guy was from Georgia, and I felt compelled to get a picture with him because Scarlett and Mammy and Oh! Ashley...

Things are getting a little odd

Stairs are hard

Meditating on the texture of lentil vomit

Oh boy

As you can see, the first night was neither here nor there. What? That made no sense.

The second night was much more fun. We ended our bar crawl at the largest dance club in central Europe--five floors:
1. Oldies
2. R&B
3. Don't Remember, if we're being honest
4. ?
5. Chill Out

Ok, ok, ok. Laura remembers the floors accurately (maybe because she's weird and favors dancing to the Beach Boys in between Li'l Wayne tracks and sitting in an igloo?)

1. Ice Bar
2. Dance music
3. Oldies
4. Hip hop
5. Chill out

Nicole was on the oldies floor 99% of the time, and the name of the floor not only describes the kind of music that was played, but by and large the people who were breakin' it down...or rather breakin' down. They were old.

Crawlin'

Fun

Need to remember that I NEVER look cool when I dance. Ever.

So I mentioned how many people i met the second night--of those people tons were from the states and studied in Salzburg! We're meeting up with them on Thursday at O'Malley's. SMALL WORLD.

AND NOW...

The Bar crawls as told from Megan's thumb:

Weeeee! We're havin' a great time--What's up guys? Glad to be here, nice to see ya! I love poppin' up for a carefree thumbs-up. Tonight's gonne be great

Hehe! Still goin' strong. I'm not even cold, despite Megan not dressing me in mittens. Heeheeheee!

Now I'm pressed up against yet another shot glass--wish Megan would stop grabbin' these, though they are freeeee!!!

It's hard to hold onto the railing when Megan's being an idiot--Hahahhaahhehehehhe!!!

Now I'm holding Nicole's hand as she runs me to the toilet! Weeee! and I'm clutching a toilet--Weeee! hope Megan remembers to wash me...

Nope. Come on, Megan! I don't ask for much. Weeee!

THE NEXT MORNING

The flash makes it difficult to see the bruise blemishing me. Owww!

Annnndd I'm back, with the index finger--weeeee!

Sorry my thumbs are so annoying, but they're in cahoots with my fingers and are typing for me...

WHAT WAS THAT?

STOP MEGAN. Stop DOING THINGS LIKE THIS.

ok.

Swans are terrifying. Here, eat my tortillia. Oh! and yes, I know I look like a Finnish schoolboy/I only brought one sweater on accident/don't be mean!

Old pic. Me at Fountianblau with the Fountainblau cat! Missin' Kit.

Well. This post did not go at all how I thought it would.
Wrote some blog material on the train ride home. may post it later, but you'll judge me even more than you already are for that whole thumb-thing.

Pre-Prague-Post

Over 1500 blog views-HOLLAAAAA

Christmas-

To go home, or to stay in Salzburg...I NEED to see friends or family or SOMEONE during the Holidays. But I LOVE it here--mom offered to get me home, and maybe I will head to Spokompton for a couple weeks. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW! It's Christmas. Not ashamed that I would rather be home than anywhere else in the world during Christmas. I DON'T KNOW. Do you think Christmas markets compare to our hardwood floors? Do you think famous pubs have anything on hot chocolate with my brother? Can Baroque architecture contend with my mom's curves...whoa, what?

Ok, Prague post to come.

Now I'm leaning toward a holiday homecoming. It sounds so wonderful! My parents and Zach--the cats and Mariya! (Just coupled Mariya with my cats...sorry dude) Caylee and Zoey and Su and not sure if Becca is gonna be in Spokane but...AHHH methinks I'll go home--Amy!? Lauren!? Abbie and my house!? (Just coupled Abbie with a building, sorry...) MY CAR AND MY BED AND OUR TREE...

Get ready Spokane, I'm coming home

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

L.A.M.E

I'm going to try to be funny in this post. Bear with me...and bare with me if it would make you more comfortable. Really? My jokes are already off to an atrocious start.

Kelsey cut mah hair!! I want to look like Megan Rapinoe, clearly:

On my Paris tour, I may or may not have tried to bite Laura's hair in every major building without her noticing...Nicole captured my successes:

Well, here we are back from Paris and back to the books...would you like to hear about my classes? TOO BAD! I'mma tell you 'n' yer gonna read allz duh blog 'cuz I'mma make it humorous

Theology: The mildest lamb bleats feebly as she struggles to find the english equivalent of some biblical word, "...a-a-anointed, yes, anointed, yes." I feel my throat muscles flex and convulse as I refrain from laughing/supplying her with a better word/explaining that 'yes' is an unnecessary addition to her explanation. She is the gentlest of all the souls, though. I marvel at how she has survived this cruel world--how she hasn't disintegrated yet, her submissive bits of self floating on to a benevolent pasture. Anyway, she's nice.

Philosophy: Alexander is dynamic--he's here and there and talking loud and eye contact and morality ethics? Kurze Pause, fünf minuten pause, I have to pee! been drinking a lot of water. This class would be engaging if I cared for morality outside of vegetarianism and feminism. Schade. Schade schade schade. But what can you do?

Musik: As Bach plays through the speakers, a near human voice breaks into operatic singing, joining the music nonchalantly and ceasing after a few more notes...is this real life? Gundi is a delightful pillow. A soft, grandmotherly cloud floating at the front of the class in between seated self-concerts. Her hair is a small, thin white afro--as if a transparent cotton ball rested upon her cranium. Often she dons a winter skirt, delightful. Her eyes, one of them lazy (or is it two? can one have two lazy eyes?) scan the room, and I am never sure whether she is addressing me or someone on the other side of the room. I love Gundi, sweet like a chocolate turtle, a soft nougat emerging once a week on a ray of musical light.

Fine Arts: Frau Loos is revered by all. She is more qualified in her field than a deer is in its field. She identifies, curates and teaches more effortlessly than a doe leaps, grazes and stares into headlights. incredible. As I said earlier, she said she likes me, and thinks I should have a television show. Now I feel uncomfortable around her. Schade schade schade. It is odd that she, the most idolized professor I have hitherto met, does not initiate my faculties of veneration (perfected from, years of worship and adoration). Art is not my thing, unfortunately. Le sigh.

German: It is hard because last semester I learned so much--my professor's teaching style was so conducive to my absorption of Deutsch...comparing classes is, in this case, painfully upsetting.

CLEANSING: Laura, Gwen and I like not eating and weighing ourselves compulsively on my scale. yayyy American culture and patriarchy and do the guys here ever say, "I ran today. I EARNED this." No. No they don't. Even though they're getting beer bellies and cankles. not exactly accurate. am I bitter? NO I have energy and ran yesterday and my potato was so good this morning. SO good. Potato with a little fire roasted tomato oil and corn. Ohmahgawd.
Day 1-fruit
Day 2-veggies and one potato
Day 3-Fruit&Veggies
Day 4-bananas and 3 glasses of (soy) milk
Day 5-Brown rice, tofu and tomatoes
Day 6-...umm Prague...uh-oh

I'm on Day 2.

ELECTION. OBAMA-RAMA!!! If Romney wins I'm not going home, one cannot return from autonomy!! I'm exaggerating eee! But on a serious note, I wouldn't want to meet Paul Ryan in a dark Alley. Shut it down.

Wee Nicole and I in Paris

Cassie and I in the Versailles Gardens--rowers on the giant pond were hysterical. You have some very capable young athletes...then, oh no. NO NO NO old women in a 5-person boat haphazardly rowing in an unsynchronized, rhythmless series of splashes--one, wearing magenta in the center of her vessel doesn't even lift her oar all the way out of the water-it drags miserably slowing the craft immensely. Our laughter knows no end

Feats of athleticism on a bus break during the journey home from Paris.

Versailles--the girl on the far right is Alex. aka Jack-in-the-box because she'll surprise you. She'll getcha. You think, ah a simple nerd, tame and mild, perhaps she'll be like my theology professor one day...BAM! yeah she'll go streaking with you and run to Germany and back and sell you heroin (K, I made that last one up)

Let's turn the Paris metro into a jungle gym AEEOUGH00!

As part of my cleanse I'm drinking approximately 20,000 liters of water a day. I need to pee. All.the.time. I fear laughter, jumping and being tickled--all will result in a DEPENDS-level situation.

This blog wasn't funny. I was envisioning something legitimately humours. Well, you get what you pay for. What? That made zero sense.

Laura, Blobe and I--these birds came out of NOWERE and starting circling my head. Blobe is a plush, pink blob that 'Chelle won me at that carnival in Strassburg. I love Blobe. He ALWAYS has a smile on his face--such a good attitude

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Saturday, November 3, 2012

End of Fall Tour

So...

Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame a million times and Shakespeare and Company (Favorite) and Parisian confidence maybe I will become a wildly successful book lady I don't know

I think all of these photos are courtesy of Hanna.
Halloween in Paris was Michelle and I, a bottle of wine and Hocus Pocus until my room was invaded by a sea of drunk men.
Found free books outside of Paris apartment. one was just postcards of impressionist paintings. shweet
Paris-the best and worst smells of my life

Lil' 'Chelle gettin' strangled

I AM SO CUTE

3/4 of le group. Yes, I am smoking Thomas' cigarette in an effort to look Parisian

Billions of museums

Frau Loos, our 78 year old Fine Arts prof was the curator for the Salzburg modern Art Museum and she has some connections to art families which I don't quite understand and she has a flat by the Eiffel tower...anyway she showed us Impressionists, Aegean art, Etruscan and Roman...just like everything...anyway (said that twice, ugh) she said she likes me.

After a little champagne

Strassburg--FAVORITE
French town
So cute
amazing shops and bakeries
cool church (motif of every euro blog?)

Outside museum park Rodin

I'm home now!

How to explain my time in Paris? ...erm, WrItINg HaRd.

PICTURES in no particular order because, let's face it, this blog has the most horrendous layout of all the blogs. Let the trend continue!