mixed messages
The first week of classes has ended here. I'm still not officially any sort of major yet, but I can already tell that I'm going to love my English classes. Even that British literature class that is pure analysis, which I never really liked doing...I'm going to like that class. I think Latvia and I both feel that this semester. We've both made changes in our walks of life, and we're both finding enjoyment in our classes and like our professors. I don't know about him, but I'm very glad that, for once, I chose to do something that I wanted to do, despite the real threat of disownment.
But that's another story. I ended up with an "English theory" class of sorts, a creative writing class, and that British literature class, so it's a good mix of English for me to work on. Alongside that, I have a graphic arts intro class, which...well, it's kinda boring right now, because I don't much care for history, but at the very least I'm curious about the printing processes. Finally there's a walking class. Not much to say about that, other than America's in that class with me, so I won't be lonely, buaaa.
Class-related stuff is boring. Other than that, I haven't done a whole lot. Friday night Latvia was here and we hung out with Spain and Belgium while I started Final Fantasy IX. I was going to wait til I finished IV, but...meh. I'll finish IV on my own time. We also went for McD's early in the morning, which was an interesting ride through the fog, and in general had a decent time before all passing out.
As for last night...well, this deserves some backstory. Belarus and Latvia were both discussing a desire to grab dinner. Latvia suggested one place that had stir-fry, and America was all for that. But Belarus hates that place, so she suggested another, and she had someone else on her side. Anyway, it became a wrangling match to see who could get more followers, and by the end of it, Belarus didn't get dinner, and a group consisting of Latvia, America, Mexico (America's boyfriend, FYI), Rome, Belgium, myself...and Hungary went for some delicious stir-fry.
This requires some backstory as well. S. Italy wanted us all to go see Avatar, and she had invited a few choice people to go with her. That would be Russia, Ukraine, Spain, Greece, and myself. Well, Greece fucked that up by asking if Hungary could come (you know, since they're together) and S. Italy didn't have a problem with it. I personally can't deal with them together (rather, I can't deal with Greece at all) but after he did all that, Hungary never found out about it.
Yeah, after he'd done that, he never bothered to ask her to go. I had asked Latvia to go with me, to offset that, and he agreed to go. All in all it was a wise decision, though I felt really guilty that he had "wasted" his time tonight like he said had.
Right. We saw the movie. It was pretty awesome. The plot was a tad on the complicated side for a 90's plot, but the accuracy of the planet was startling, and the graphics were stunning. I was impressed, and would definitely see it again. Short review is PAINFULLY SHORT, I know, but the movie really wasn't the important part of the night.
After the movie, someone suggested that we walk to the south end of campus for food, and Greece and Spain retreated upstairs to drop off their things. This would have been fine, except that Spain didn't come with us, and Greece returned with Hungary instead. I thought I would've been the only one to groan inwardly, but...I wasn't. Regardless, it was horribly foggy, and while we were joking about how our splitting up would mean we would all die--among various other interpretations of order of death, yay for horror films--that is indeed what happened.
We split up, I mean. Russia and Ukraine split off from us, and Greece and Hungary did, leaving S. Italy, Latvia, and myself to frown at their obvious carelessness. At the very least Russia and Ukraine realized what they were doing once they saw us again, but the other two? No, they just kept walking. Once more I thought I'd be the only one pissed off by this...but I wasn't. I actually think Latvia was more pissed off at Greece than I was, and...Latvia doesn't yell. He's just very, very good at guilt trips. Or Greece is susceptible to them. Either way, both Latvia and I let Greece have it for his insensitivity.
Maybe now he realizes what he's doing wrong. Or maybe he just won't care.
EDIT: I retract my statement. He certainly can yell.
But that's another story. I ended up with an "English theory" class of sorts, a creative writing class, and that British literature class, so it's a good mix of English for me to work on. Alongside that, I have a graphic arts intro class, which...well, it's kinda boring right now, because I don't much care for history, but at the very least I'm curious about the printing processes. Finally there's a walking class. Not much to say about that, other than America's in that class with me, so I won't be lonely, buaaa.
Class-related stuff is boring. Other than that, I haven't done a whole lot. Friday night Latvia was here and we hung out with Spain and Belgium while I started Final Fantasy IX. I was going to wait til I finished IV, but...meh. I'll finish IV on my own time. We also went for McD's early in the morning, which was an interesting ride through the fog, and in general had a decent time before all passing out.
As for last night...well, this deserves some backstory. Belarus and Latvia were both discussing a desire to grab dinner. Latvia suggested one place that had stir-fry, and America was all for that. But Belarus hates that place, so she suggested another, and she had someone else on her side. Anyway, it became a wrangling match to see who could get more followers, and by the end of it, Belarus didn't get dinner, and a group consisting of Latvia, America, Mexico (America's boyfriend, FYI), Rome, Belgium, myself...and Hungary went for some delicious stir-fry.
This requires some backstory as well. S. Italy wanted us all to go see Avatar, and she had invited a few choice people to go with her. That would be Russia, Ukraine, Spain, Greece, and myself. Well, Greece fucked that up by asking if Hungary could come (you know, since they're together) and S. Italy didn't have a problem with it. I personally can't deal with them together (rather, I can't deal with Greece at all) but after he did all that, Hungary never found out about it.
Yeah, after he'd done that, he never bothered to ask her to go. I had asked Latvia to go with me, to offset that, and he agreed to go. All in all it was a wise decision, though I felt really guilty that he had "wasted" his time tonight like he said had.
Right. We saw the movie. It was pretty awesome. The plot was a tad on the complicated side for a 90's plot, but the accuracy of the planet was startling, and the graphics were stunning. I was impressed, and would definitely see it again. Short review is PAINFULLY SHORT, I know, but the movie really wasn't the important part of the night.
After the movie, someone suggested that we walk to the south end of campus for food, and Greece and Spain retreated upstairs to drop off their things. This would have been fine, except that Spain didn't come with us, and Greece returned with Hungary instead. I thought I would've been the only one to groan inwardly, but...I wasn't. Regardless, it was horribly foggy, and while we were joking about how our splitting up would mean we would all die--among various other interpretations of order of death, yay for horror films--that is indeed what happened.
We split up, I mean. Russia and Ukraine split off from us, and Greece and Hungary did, leaving S. Italy, Latvia, and myself to frown at their obvious carelessness. At the very least Russia and Ukraine realized what they were doing once they saw us again, but the other two? No, they just kept walking. Once more I thought I'd be the only one pissed off by this...but I wasn't. I actually think Latvia was more pissed off at Greece than I was, and...Latvia doesn't yell. He's just very, very good at guilt trips. Or Greece is susceptible to them. Either way, both Latvia and I let Greece have it for his insensitivity.
Maybe now he realizes what he's doing wrong. Or maybe he just won't care.
EDIT: I retract my statement. He certainly can yell.