There is intense racism towards the local Roma population, which sometimes boils over into assaults by gangs of skinheads on darker-skinned people.
... and it seems to be the one upside of being GLOW IN THE DARK WHITE this summer.
12 August 2009
Pathetically Pale
I came across this info about Prague...
... and it seems to be the one upside of being GLOW IN THE DARK WHITE this summer.
... and it seems to be the one upside of being GLOW IN THE DARK WHITE this summer.
10 August 2009
09 August 2009
06 August 2009
03 August 2009
02 August 2009
It's a Phase; I'm All about Phases
*Notice the non-capitalization of "about." Thank you Mrs. M.-You may terrorize sixth-graders, but at least they can properly capitalize their blog posts.
The Museum of Natural History, London, Spring 2008
How can you not love those phone booths?
How can you not love those phone booths?If I Hadn't Been There I Wouldn't Have Believed It
First, I want to apologize for the obnoxious capitalization in my obnoxiously long titles. It is the obsessive compulsive grammarian in me.
So now for the actual story...
Last night I worked at TGT, and then went out for the weekly Saturday night out with the work girls. That's not really relevant to the Story-I-Wouldn't-Have-Believed, but I figured a little background is nice. Anyway, this is where the story gets slightly confusing. I'll make it as simple as possible. The college that I go to is in the same state that I live. It's actually only about 20 minutes away. During the school year I live at school. At this school lot of students get apartments off-campus and stay through the summer. One of my high school friends goes to the same college, and he has an apartment so he's living there this summer. He threw a birthday party for our HS friend H last night, so I headed up there after I went out with the work girls. It was nice to see my HS friends whom I have not seen in awhile, but it was weird because a bunch of my friends from college were there too. So it was a great night catching up with everyone, blah, blah, blah...
So here is where it gets interesting. K, J, and I all decided that we were going to leave. It was around 2, and we were all getting tired, which is pathetic, but that's what happens when you're partying around a work schedule and not a class schedule. Anyway, as we were saying our goodbyes K realized that her keys weren't in her purse. We searched her purse and the house we were in, but they were nowhere to be found. This isn't good 'cause it was 2AM, her spare set of keys was at her dad's, and losing your keys in a house full of drunk people means there are about a million things that could have happened to them. Also, she couldn't just leave her car parked on the street for the night because this particular city doesn't allow any overnight parking on the street. Seriously. We decided to hope that her keys were in her car, even if they werere locked in there, cause at least we'd know where they were. So we left the house and walked outside and K wasn't parked on the street the house is on; instead she was parked on a sidestreet, but not any sidestreet, THE SIDESTREET WITH THE MOST CRIME IN THE AREA. Silently cursing her, J and I followed K to her car. We peered in the windows but didn't see her keys anywhere. K, who is a habitual Lock-the-Car-from-the-Inside-as-She-Gets-Outter, was convinced that the keys were locked in there and that we just couldn't see them. For some reason she tried the handle and IT WAS OPEN! We searched the car and were having no luck until J pointed out that K had left the keys IN THE IGNITION. ON THAT STREET. WITH THE DOORS UNLOCKED. I do not make this up. We all took a moment to reflect on the stupidity and luck that came over Kirstie, and then J and I say bye to her and start walking back to our cars, in front of the house we had gone to, where normal people would park. As we walked away K opened her door and started yelling for us. Her car wouldn't start. Can you say karma? So us three girls ended up huddled around our cars on this not-so-safe street as I jumpstarted her car. I was extremely thankful that my father made me learn, but I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that, at least for another ten years.
Conclusions:
1. I have the ditsyest (I am allowed to make up words. You know what I mean) friends ever.
2. It's fun to have your college and HS friends all in one place, but it is also potentially awkward as they have heard various stories about each other.
3. Don't become content in thinking you have solved a problem. If something else can go wrong, it will.
4. I DON'T WANT TO SAY THIS, but thanks, Dad.
So now for the actual story...
Last night I worked at TGT, and then went out for the weekly Saturday night out with the work girls. That's not really relevant to the Story-I-Wouldn't-Have-Believed, but I figured a little background is nice. Anyway, this is where the story gets slightly confusing. I'll make it as simple as possible. The college that I go to is in the same state that I live. It's actually only about 20 minutes away. During the school year I live at school. At this school lot of students get apartments off-campus and stay through the summer. One of my high school friends goes to the same college, and he has an apartment so he's living there this summer. He threw a birthday party for our HS friend H last night, so I headed up there after I went out with the work girls. It was nice to see my HS friends whom I have not seen in awhile, but it was weird because a bunch of my friends from college were there too. So it was a great night catching up with everyone, blah, blah, blah...
So here is where it gets interesting. K, J, and I all decided that we were going to leave. It was around 2, and we were all getting tired, which is pathetic, but that's what happens when you're partying around a work schedule and not a class schedule. Anyway, as we were saying our goodbyes K realized that her keys weren't in her purse. We searched her purse and the house we were in, but they were nowhere to be found. This isn't good 'cause it was 2AM, her spare set of keys was at her dad's, and losing your keys in a house full of drunk people means there are about a million things that could have happened to them. Also, she couldn't just leave her car parked on the street for the night because this particular city doesn't allow any overnight parking on the street. Seriously. We decided to hope that her keys were in her car, even if they werere locked in there, cause at least we'd know where they were. So we left the house and walked outside and K wasn't parked on the street the house is on; instead she was parked on a sidestreet, but not any sidestreet, THE SIDESTREET WITH THE MOST CRIME IN THE AREA. Silently cursing her, J and I followed K to her car. We peered in the windows but didn't see her keys anywhere. K, who is a habitual Lock-the-Car-from-the-Inside-as-She-Gets-Outter, was convinced that the keys were locked in there and that we just couldn't see them. For some reason she tried the handle and IT WAS OPEN! We searched the car and were having no luck until J pointed out that K had left the keys IN THE IGNITION. ON THAT STREET. WITH THE DOORS UNLOCKED. I do not make this up. We all took a moment to reflect on the stupidity and luck that came over Kirstie, and then J and I say bye to her and start walking back to our cars, in front of the house we had gone to, where normal people would park. As we walked away K opened her door and started yelling for us. Her car wouldn't start. Can you say karma? So us three girls ended up huddled around our cars on this not-so-safe street as I jumpstarted her car. I was extremely thankful that my father made me learn, but I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that, at least for another ten years.
Conclusions:
1. I have the ditsyest (I am allowed to make up words. You know what I mean) friends ever.
2. It's fun to have your college and HS friends all in one place, but it is also potentially awkward as they have heard various stories about each other.
3. Don't become content in thinking you have solved a problem. If something else can go wrong, it will.
4. I DON'T WANT TO SAY THIS, but thanks, Dad.
01 August 2009
Don't Worry I'm Not Saying the Dog's Gone and Brought Me Religion or Something Crazy Like THAT
Last week I was having a bad day. I broke down into tears, something I rarely do, and once I did I couldn't stop. I laid on the floor sobbing with the rest of my family upstairs in bed. Feeling extremely lonely and pretty depressed, I was surprised to find I wasn't alone. No it was not God. (Don't get me started on that.) It was Sydney who appeared genuinely concerned for my well being. She licked my face and hands and when I would bury my face in my hands to sob she would just lay her head on me. Sometimes we do this as a game where N or I place our heads down on the floor and she digs them out with her snout, but in this instance she knew she wasn't playing. It sounds stupid but at that point knowing that someone cared and didn't want to see me in pain, even a dog, meant a great deal.
Since that night Sydney's been sleeping at the foot of the "bed" that I've been sleeping on lately. (By bed I mean mattress thingy that I've taken to sleeping on on the living room floor. Don't ask.) Anyway, I have never been this close to an animal, or maybe even human for that matter, and I'm starting to think I like it.
Since that night Sydney's been sleeping at the foot of the "bed" that I've been sleeping on lately. (By bed I mean mattress thingy that I've taken to sleeping on on the living room floor. Don't ask.) Anyway, I have never been this close to an animal, or maybe even human for that matter, and I'm starting to think I like it.
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