later dudes. thanks for reading.
i'm heading to the airport in a little bit to spend the night there and then get on my 7:20am flight because i'm too cheap to take a cab and the metro doesn't open soon enough to get me there on time in the morning.
it's been fun. it's been expensive. it's been long. it's been cold and drunk. you know how it is.
i'm in seattle from well, tomorrow the 19th to january 6th. see me please. my phone is on.
i get back to san diego on the night of the 6th, right before school starts. let's have some fun.
see you soon.
-mitch
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
In Regards To:
Sweden.
I'm just going to go with first impressions here. It was big, very tall. I flew into Stockholm and then flew up the coast about an hour to a place called Umea where my friend lives. Big student city. It was very cold and very snowy. There were lots of trees everywhere and very pretty. I didn't really have any idea what to picture it being like so everything was kind of new and really just made me think of Seattle a lot. Maybe it's because I've been in Madrid for so long and a big city isn't anything like a town in the woods. Seattle isn't a town in the woods either, but maybe someone understands what I'm getting at. Thursday my friend had class to go to so I got to hang out walking around by myself for a couple hours which was alright, but it was really cold and I didn't want to get lost so I didn't wander very far. It got light around 10am and dark around 2pm, so there really wasn't much daylight. And the daylight wasn't really daylight either, I'm sure that if the clouds would have gone away the sun would have just been seen barely over the horizon in a weird sort of oval-esque loop. But the clouds didn't go and so I didn't see the sun or really the light for a while. Because of this even when it was light out there was a feeling of perpetual dusk, everything was painted very gray and foggy, and it was really neat to walk out in the woods.
Friday we walked to the city which is next to a huge river that'd been frozen over. I'd never seen such a large body of water, especially one that is usually moving having been frozen. It was neat. The Swedish Idol finals were that night, and it proved to be eerily similar to American Idol, just a lot more pale and blond. Went out that night to a bar place on the campus and there were loads of students in there and it seemed like everyone was lean, six feet tall and very blond. It was fun for a while and a healthy change from Madrid style night life where you get back at 6 in the morning, this place closed at 2.
Sleeping in Airports.
I've decided that some airports are better for sleeping in than others, and Stockholm is at the top of the "go for it" list. Comfy chairs, hardwood floors in the central shopping and eating area, padded benches, easy to find and use computer terminals for internet, and clean bathrooms all add up to a winning place to spend the night if you're so in need.
I flew out of Stockholm this morning at 8am, but had been there since 5pm the night before. The latest flight from Umea to Stockholm was at 4pm, Saturday evening. There was a train that would have gotten me there at 3 in the morning but it would have taken 11 hours and cost just as much as a one hour flight. I opted to spend some time in the airport rather than be cooped up in a train for half a day. I toyed with the idea of taking the train to the city from the airport and wasting time there, but it was over 20 euros each way and unfortunately I haven't found rich girl to give me money yet so I was stuck in the airport. I read and wrote for a bit and then around eleven or so I found myself a nice bench and stretched out on it and got myself ready for the nice long comfortable night ahead. Boo.
First off, sleeping while fearing that someone might rob your shoes and your luggage sucks. Lucky I only had my backpack but the bench I was sleeping on was too narrow to put it next to me so I had to wrap one of my arms through the straps and let it hang down next to the backpack. This position gave me the pleasure of being woken up every hour or so not being able to feel my arm and having to shake all the feeling back into it and try to fall asleep again.
Secondly, normal people don't sleep in airports. Creepy people tend to frequent airports all night long, looking for food or meth I don't know, but they're weird as hell and definitely not the same good looking normal people you see during the daytime. Putting your passport in your pants and sleeping in a protective position with your back against a wall is highly advisable.
Third up, airports never really close. The lights are always on and at some, Stockholm regrettably included, music plays all through the night. I woke up at 4:12 in the morning to heard Kelly Clarkson belting out some man-hating song and it put right in a foul mood. Thanks a lot sweetheart.
Countries in the EU that don't use Euros.
Self explanatory. Annoying.
Dogs in Sweden.
I swear to god I saw a guy walking a full grown wild wolf. Enough of these little crappy Spanish dogs, they have real dogs in Sweden. I saw three giant St. Bernaards just like Beehtoven (the movie you idiot) and at least 5 huskies. They don't mess around.
Movies I download that are in a different language than advertised.
What the hell. Sure maybe it's a funny joke to rip a movie and then advertise it as being in English to all the people downloading it when it's really just been dubbed over with an unintelligible Eastern European language. I mean I guess I see the humor in it, give those pirating bastards something they didn't bargain for. But really? Nothing better to do?
Bummer.
Heima, the new Sigur Ros DVD.
Just like one of those really surreal moments in life where everything is just stupidly beautiful and you get to stop worrying about whatever it is you like to give yourself ulcers about. Except it lasts over an hour. See it.
Being home for Christmas.
I distinctly remember a Visa or MasterCard commercial a year or two ago with triplets talking about how they each got home from their respective colleges in order to be home for Christmas and how it was such a good thing that a price couldn't be put on it. Priceless, they said. Liars. A price can be put on it. One that will make your wallet sad and your stomach empty. See me when I'm home and we'll talk about how much each additional day at home is costing. It'll be fun, you'll see.
I got nothing else. Finals are coming up and the last two days of regular class are coming and passing by Tuesday. Just three tests and 10 days and I'm home. See you then.
-Mitch
I'm just going to go with first impressions here. It was big, very tall. I flew into Stockholm and then flew up the coast about an hour to a place called Umea where my friend lives. Big student city. It was very cold and very snowy. There were lots of trees everywhere and very pretty. I didn't really have any idea what to picture it being like so everything was kind of new and really just made me think of Seattle a lot. Maybe it's because I've been in Madrid for so long and a big city isn't anything like a town in the woods. Seattle isn't a town in the woods either, but maybe someone understands what I'm getting at. Thursday my friend had class to go to so I got to hang out walking around by myself for a couple hours which was alright, but it was really cold and I didn't want to get lost so I didn't wander very far. It got light around 10am and dark around 2pm, so there really wasn't much daylight. And the daylight wasn't really daylight either, I'm sure that if the clouds would have gone away the sun would have just been seen barely over the horizon in a weird sort of oval-esque loop. But the clouds didn't go and so I didn't see the sun or really the light for a while. Because of this even when it was light out there was a feeling of perpetual dusk, everything was painted very gray and foggy, and it was really neat to walk out in the woods.
Friday we walked to the city which is next to a huge river that'd been frozen over. I'd never seen such a large body of water, especially one that is usually moving having been frozen. It was neat. The Swedish Idol finals were that night, and it proved to be eerily similar to American Idol, just a lot more pale and blond. Went out that night to a bar place on the campus and there were loads of students in there and it seemed like everyone was lean, six feet tall and very blond. It was fun for a while and a healthy change from Madrid style night life where you get back at 6 in the morning, this place closed at 2.
Sleeping in Airports.
I've decided that some airports are better for sleeping in than others, and Stockholm is at the top of the "go for it" list. Comfy chairs, hardwood floors in the central shopping and eating area, padded benches, easy to find and use computer terminals for internet, and clean bathrooms all add up to a winning place to spend the night if you're so in need.
I flew out of Stockholm this morning at 8am, but had been there since 5pm the night before. The latest flight from Umea to Stockholm was at 4pm, Saturday evening. There was a train that would have gotten me there at 3 in the morning but it would have taken 11 hours and cost just as much as a one hour flight. I opted to spend some time in the airport rather than be cooped up in a train for half a day. I toyed with the idea of taking the train to the city from the airport and wasting time there, but it was over 20 euros each way and unfortunately I haven't found rich girl to give me money yet so I was stuck in the airport. I read and wrote for a bit and then around eleven or so I found myself a nice bench and stretched out on it and got myself ready for the nice long comfortable night ahead. Boo.
First off, sleeping while fearing that someone might rob your shoes and your luggage sucks. Lucky I only had my backpack but the bench I was sleeping on was too narrow to put it next to me so I had to wrap one of my arms through the straps and let it hang down next to the backpack. This position gave me the pleasure of being woken up every hour or so not being able to feel my arm and having to shake all the feeling back into it and try to fall asleep again.
Secondly, normal people don't sleep in airports. Creepy people tend to frequent airports all night long, looking for food or meth I don't know, but they're weird as hell and definitely not the same good looking normal people you see during the daytime. Putting your passport in your pants and sleeping in a protective position with your back against a wall is highly advisable.
Third up, airports never really close. The lights are always on and at some, Stockholm regrettably included, music plays all through the night. I woke up at 4:12 in the morning to heard Kelly Clarkson belting out some man-hating song and it put right in a foul mood. Thanks a lot sweetheart.
Countries in the EU that don't use Euros.
Self explanatory. Annoying.
Dogs in Sweden.
I swear to god I saw a guy walking a full grown wild wolf. Enough of these little crappy Spanish dogs, they have real dogs in Sweden. I saw three giant St. Bernaards just like Beehtoven (the movie you idiot) and at least 5 huskies. They don't mess around.
Movies I download that are in a different language than advertised.
What the hell. Sure maybe it's a funny joke to rip a movie and then advertise it as being in English to all the people downloading it when it's really just been dubbed over with an unintelligible Eastern European language. I mean I guess I see the humor in it, give those pirating bastards something they didn't bargain for. But really? Nothing better to do?
Bummer.
Heima, the new Sigur Ros DVD.
Just like one of those really surreal moments in life where everything is just stupidly beautiful and you get to stop worrying about whatever it is you like to give yourself ulcers about. Except it lasts over an hour. See it.
Being home for Christmas.
I distinctly remember a Visa or MasterCard commercial a year or two ago with triplets talking about how they each got home from their respective colleges in order to be home for Christmas and how it was such a good thing that a price couldn't be put on it. Priceless, they said. Liars. A price can be put on it. One that will make your wallet sad and your stomach empty. See me when I'm home and we'll talk about how much each additional day at home is costing. It'll be fun, you'll see.
I got nothing else. Finals are coming up and the last two days of regular class are coming and passing by Tuesday. Just three tests and 10 days and I'm home. See you then.
-Mitch
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Spanish Drivers.
In order to get a license in this country I'm pretty sure all you have to be able to do is display above normal tendency to honk your horn. Not only that, but to honk said horn for extended periods of time. It's great, no really. Please keep honking. The only good thing about drivers here is they give you the the right away all the time even when it's obviously not your "right" of way. You can dodge out into the middle of traffic and instead of hitting you they'd run straight into a car parked on the other side of them. Haven't tried it but I'm pretty sure I'd manage to hop skotch across the highway without a scratch.
Besides that, nothing much. It was James Patrick's last weekend here, so it was a little crazy. I stayed out too late two nights in a row and as a result I'm sick. I also lost 5 hours of my life early Saturday morning somewhere along the line and for the life of me I can't seem to find them. Select few have born witness to their existence, but as for me, they're lost forever. Hope they were good.
Being sick sucks. If it isn't being very cold and then immediately very warm, it's waking up in the middle of the night a lot and not sleeping very well. And let's not forget the pleasure you get from blowing your nose in the middle of class a few times. In fact, the only good thing I can think about being sick when you're away from home is getting to take cold medicine, which is undeniably, pretty fun. When my parents visited my Mom somewhat prophetically brought along matching bottles of DayQuil and NyQuil, and for that, I'm eternally grateful for right now. Taking NyQuil knocks you straight out and DayQuil, well it's like getting to drink during the day without all the tired and nasty side-affects. Or is it effects. I don't know. Sorry.
On a different note, my Marketing teacher didn't show up to class tonight. I wouldn't usually mind seeing as how any break from class is usually a good thing but this class so happens to placed at a strategically obnoxious time of day for me, after a 5 hour break from my earlier class, at 6:30pm. So after being at home cozy in my room for a couple hours I have to wrestle free of the warmth of this house and get outside and walk 20 minutes to school for my least favorite class which is taught by a guy who obviously doesn't want to be there any more than the rest of us. This is the second time he's not shown up, but at least the first time he had the decency to let everyone know, albeit someone came in and told us 20 minutes into class. Tonight, no note, nobody coming in to let us know, so most of the class was treated to sitting in uncertainty for half an hour. Usually I'd peace after 15 minutes but this guy is kind of a jerk and a big attendance guy and I figured if he came even that late he'd still expect everyone to be there (an admittedly ridiculous expectation). But he didn't show. Super duper.
I go home in 2 weeks. Weird. I think the first thing I do will be to go to Panda Express and buy some Orange Chicken. And then maybe take a gastronomical tour of Wendy's and a dirty Mexican place near my house. Maybe round it all off with some ice cream from the dairy next to my house. Yum. Then maybe a drive. It's been a while. I like to drive. My parents finally sold that crappy van. My mom is happy. And my sister can't back it into poles or drive it into the back of other cars now so my Dad is happy. I guess I'm happy too though it was kind of fun to drive to friend's houses and parties.
Tomorrow night I leave for Sweden. Fly into Stockholm then jump on another flight to a city called Umea where my friend lives. I think it will be cold. Close to the coast and close to Norway, actually, I'm sure it will be cold. I'll think happy warm thoughts.
That's it. For now. If I get around to it I'll put some stuff up about Sweden when I get back.
L8s.
-Mitch
Besides that, nothing much. It was James Patrick's last weekend here, so it was a little crazy. I stayed out too late two nights in a row and as a result I'm sick. I also lost 5 hours of my life early Saturday morning somewhere along the line and for the life of me I can't seem to find them. Select few have born witness to their existence, but as for me, they're lost forever. Hope they were good.
Being sick sucks. If it isn't being very cold and then immediately very warm, it's waking up in the middle of the night a lot and not sleeping very well. And let's not forget the pleasure you get from blowing your nose in the middle of class a few times. In fact, the only good thing I can think about being sick when you're away from home is getting to take cold medicine, which is undeniably, pretty fun. When my parents visited my Mom somewhat prophetically brought along matching bottles of DayQuil and NyQuil, and for that, I'm eternally grateful for right now. Taking NyQuil knocks you straight out and DayQuil, well it's like getting to drink during the day without all the tired and nasty side-affects. Or is it effects. I don't know. Sorry.
On a different note, my Marketing teacher didn't show up to class tonight. I wouldn't usually mind seeing as how any break from class is usually a good thing but this class so happens to placed at a strategically obnoxious time of day for me, after a 5 hour break from my earlier class, at 6:30pm. So after being at home cozy in my room for a couple hours I have to wrestle free of the warmth of this house and get outside and walk 20 minutes to school for my least favorite class which is taught by a guy who obviously doesn't want to be there any more than the rest of us. This is the second time he's not shown up, but at least the first time he had the decency to let everyone know, albeit someone came in and told us 20 minutes into class. Tonight, no note, nobody coming in to let us know, so most of the class was treated to sitting in uncertainty for half an hour. Usually I'd peace after 15 minutes but this guy is kind of a jerk and a big attendance guy and I figured if he came even that late he'd still expect everyone to be there (an admittedly ridiculous expectation). But he didn't show. Super duper.
I go home in 2 weeks. Weird. I think the first thing I do will be to go to Panda Express and buy some Orange Chicken. And then maybe take a gastronomical tour of Wendy's and a dirty Mexican place near my house. Maybe round it all off with some ice cream from the dairy next to my house. Yum. Then maybe a drive. It's been a while. I like to drive. My parents finally sold that crappy van. My mom is happy. And my sister can't back it into poles or drive it into the back of other cars now so my Dad is happy. I guess I'm happy too though it was kind of fun to drive to friend's houses and parties.
Tomorrow night I leave for Sweden. Fly into Stockholm then jump on another flight to a city called Umea where my friend lives. I think it will be cold. Close to the coast and close to Norway, actually, I'm sure it will be cold. I'll think happy warm thoughts.
That's it. For now. If I get around to it I'll put some stuff up about Sweden when I get back.
L8s.
-Mitch
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