They have free refills here?
Yes, I'm back from where maroon 5 is new and where americans, especially californians, would be regularly run over if they wouldn't dent cars. I'm not dead, i was just in hungary for the past month, "europe's new land of beauty," according to a billboard i saw where there was a picture of the new miss europe, also miss hungary, broadly smiling down on everyone.
while usually i feel the normal out-of-place-but-i'll-get-adjusted jitters at the beginning of the trip, the feeling didn't go away so well. why? because it seemed like everyone in europe's new land of beauty decided to get plastic surgery since the last time i visited. the average hungarian girl, born and raised on the milk of the land, is on supermodel level, appearance-wise, while this year i more fully realized that the average hungarian boy is usually little more than scum. It's not that people are superficial there, they are just brutally honest. So everyone has to look their best so they won't be told exactly what's wrong with them. For example, i went to a store to try on clothes. The nosy clerks are always hovering around somewhere around the dressing room, and when I went to look in the mirror, instead of saying "i can bring you another size," the lady said "you have to lose some weight for that." Appearances make lasting impressions there and are also a major topic of conversation. each year i wonder about the differences. in hungary, people directly confront eachother with the dissenting opinion and without prompting (and not just in appearances) and i would actually have to come close to something like arguing, shocking, with strangers. ah, adrianne and the cultural differences. i'm pitiful.
but that's by no means why i felt mostly out of place. here's the list of who i was around for most of the summer this year:
agi: with kalman
kalman: with agi
gabi: with roger
roger: with gabi
dave: with kim
kim: with dave
pat: with tawnie
tawnie: with pat
rachel: with jamie, and ben
joe: getting over bonnie
lorraine: with i dont know his name
so that left me as the only single person. that meant i had plenty of time to myself, which i enjoy. i made a (mental) list of desirable qualities in people i would ever want to travel with, which would basically eliminate everyone i knew, except one person (im kidding) because they would have to be
1. single
2. if not single and without their other half, then be able to survive without calling their other half for 3 hours a day
3. ugly
4. smart
5. if with their boyfriend, or girlfriend, they would not be allowed to start talking in a baby voice to them for over 10 minutes at a time. i realized this summer that that is another one of my pet peeves on the ever-increasing list
they would also not be able to take their pig, talk on aim, or watch cable tv.
however, i did enjoy the summer. that was not a pity part up there. i spent a week in france, where i turned an unnatural shade of brown and went to the beach every day. then for 6 days i went to boston, where i stayed in a filthy fraternity. there were centipedes everywhere, the bathrooms were one step away from looking like a 5 year old uncleaned andy gump, and the kitchen was something else. despite that, i loved boston. i did all the usual touristy things, like the freedom trail where i actually did go to the end and didnt stop at fanueil hall to watch the performers. i also went to the second neatest museum i've been in so far, the isabella steward gardner museum.
so, here's a small list of things i've never seen before that i saw this summer:
1. people making their way to the subway while pretending to walk on ice
2. run down old building courtyards turned into great outdoor movie theaters and cafes in budapest
3. a 1,000 year old olive tree
4. someone commit suicide
5. some pretty terrible hungarian bands
i actually do have pictures i could put in here to make this even more boring, but im going to go to sleep. it was james's birthday (happy birthday, it's a month late), and i went to rachel's house afterwards. does anyone ever wonder who attaches the plastic tags to fake flowers? i always have, and now i know: it's rachel. good luck rachel.
while usually i feel the normal out-of-place-but-i'll-get-adjusted jitters at the beginning of the trip, the feeling didn't go away so well. why? because it seemed like everyone in europe's new land of beauty decided to get plastic surgery since the last time i visited. the average hungarian girl, born and raised on the milk of the land, is on supermodel level, appearance-wise, while this year i more fully realized that the average hungarian boy is usually little more than scum. It's not that people are superficial there, they are just brutally honest. So everyone has to look their best so they won't be told exactly what's wrong with them. For example, i went to a store to try on clothes. The nosy clerks are always hovering around somewhere around the dressing room, and when I went to look in the mirror, instead of saying "i can bring you another size," the lady said "you have to lose some weight for that." Appearances make lasting impressions there and are also a major topic of conversation. each year i wonder about the differences. in hungary, people directly confront eachother with the dissenting opinion and without prompting (and not just in appearances) and i would actually have to come close to something like arguing, shocking, with strangers. ah, adrianne and the cultural differences. i'm pitiful.
but that's by no means why i felt mostly out of place. here's the list of who i was around for most of the summer this year:
agi: with kalman
kalman: with agi
gabi: with roger
roger: with gabi
dave: with kim
kim: with dave
pat: with tawnie
tawnie: with pat
rachel: with jamie, and ben
joe: getting over bonnie
lorraine: with i dont know his name
so that left me as the only single person. that meant i had plenty of time to myself, which i enjoy. i made a (mental) list of desirable qualities in people i would ever want to travel with, which would basically eliminate everyone i knew, except one person (im kidding) because they would have to be
1. single
2. if not single and without their other half, then be able to survive without calling their other half for 3 hours a day
3. ugly
4. smart
5. if with their boyfriend, or girlfriend, they would not be allowed to start talking in a baby voice to them for over 10 minutes at a time. i realized this summer that that is another one of my pet peeves on the ever-increasing list
they would also not be able to take their pig, talk on aim, or watch cable tv.
however, i did enjoy the summer. that was not a pity part up there. i spent a week in france, where i turned an unnatural shade of brown and went to the beach every day. then for 6 days i went to boston, where i stayed in a filthy fraternity. there were centipedes everywhere, the bathrooms were one step away from looking like a 5 year old uncleaned andy gump, and the kitchen was something else. despite that, i loved boston. i did all the usual touristy things, like the freedom trail where i actually did go to the end and didnt stop at fanueil hall to watch the performers. i also went to the second neatest museum i've been in so far, the isabella steward gardner museum.
so, here's a small list of things i've never seen before that i saw this summer:
1. people making their way to the subway while pretending to walk on ice
2. run down old building courtyards turned into great outdoor movie theaters and cafes in budapest
3. a 1,000 year old olive tree
4. someone commit suicide
5. some pretty terrible hungarian bands
i actually do have pictures i could put in here to make this even more boring, but im going to go to sleep. it was james's birthday (happy birthday, it's a month late), and i went to rachel's house afterwards. does anyone ever wonder who attaches the plastic tags to fake flowers? i always have, and now i know: it's rachel. good luck rachel.