So I talked to my mom today and she really wants me to come home May 5th on my planned departure date. Paris seems like it's very difficult to get to so I've been thinking that I may come home the 5th. Which I'm looking forward to now. My mom's getting surgery and wants me and my sister to help her out this summer which is why I should go home. But a lot of it has to do with the things I need to do in order to live in Paris and then I'm not even sure if I'll get jobs. Au pair application needs 3 passport photos, doctor's signature for something, 500 word essay in french, fill out app, high school diploma, and all this other stuff. And the internship I have to translate my resume and cover letter and find places that need interns. I dno, it was just getting too stressful and the end of this semester is nearing.
The more I thought about home though, the more excited I am to see people and things I miss: friends (LA and bay peeps), raves, Hollywood clubs, partying, freedom, my car, EDC, San Francisco, LA, LMU parties, Custom (I know lame), my clothes!, drinking with my favorite people, smoking, boys that understand my language, room to call my own, Haight Street, American movies.
This summer should be a blast. I plan on getting a job on Haight Street and possibly an internship and traveling to LA in between for friends and raves.
I was talking to Aaron Wu about how we feel confined and trapped in Bonn. We're both pretty similar in the sense that we're always down to party, we're ravers, and just looking for a good time. But in Bonn, we just can't go out like we can at home. Here, you have to plan to go out, tell everyone to meet up at a certain time. If it's on a week night, we have to leave at 12:30 or 4:30AM, one or the other because of the trains. We're mostly traveling on the week-ends and don't really know the area so it's a mission to find a place. I guess I miss the accessibility of partying and being able to drive anywhere and not having to worry about trains. Leave whenever you want. I guess the theme is I miss friends, freedom, and accessibility to partying. Didn't realize how incomplete I feel without partying and socializing until I came to Bonn.
Home May 5th, Are there any Cinco de Mayo Parties? I'll be ready off the plane with my sombrero and cerveza!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Amsterdam - Take 2
Since last time I was in Amsterdam, all I did was get high. I wanted to make this time right and productive. Which it was! I had no train issues this time. I got there, met up with Ilana and her friends, dropped off our luggage at the hotel (or whatever that was, kinda dingy), and went off to explore Amsterdam.
First on our agenda was get high and go to the Van Gogh Museum. It was the most amazing museum trip (haha pun), I have ever gone on. I actually understood the paintings and saw what Van Gogh was trying to say. Ilana, Casey, and I were pretty awesome in our analysis. I was kind of paranoid that people were listening to us and laughing because they knew. But they didn't. Ilana said that my analysis was more from an art perspective and about movement, while hers was literary kind of analysis, and Casey we weren't quite sure what she was saying lol.
We walked a lot and saw the beautiful canals, high end designer shopping, and gardens. We didn't get to see them hos this time or see a sex show but whatevs.
At night, we went to this club called Paradiso, it was awesome. It didn't really start getting fun until like 1-1:30AM which is when Casey happened to want to leave... Errr... This awesome DJ came on and just got the crowd going. So we walked around for like an hour trying to find waffles and our hotel. Casey stopped like five times for pizza, fries, milkshake, whatever. We finally found our strawberry covered waffle. Then walked to our hostel.
We went to Anne Frank's house which was interesting. So I got the two things I wanted to do off my list. Success! Then we got Dutch pancakes, yummy. Then got high then I went home on a train or two or three, actually it was four. Public transportation takes forever.
First on our agenda was get high and go to the Van Gogh Museum. It was the most amazing museum trip (haha pun), I have ever gone on. I actually understood the paintings and saw what Van Gogh was trying to say. Ilana, Casey, and I were pretty awesome in our analysis. I was kind of paranoid that people were listening to us and laughing because they knew. But they didn't. Ilana said that my analysis was more from an art perspective and about movement, while hers was literary kind of analysis, and Casey we weren't quite sure what she was saying lol.
We walked a lot and saw the beautiful canals, high end designer shopping, and gardens. We didn't get to see them hos this time or see a sex show but whatevs.
At night, we went to this club called Paradiso, it was awesome. It didn't really start getting fun until like 1-1:30AM which is when Casey happened to want to leave... Errr... This awesome DJ came on and just got the crowd going. So we walked around for like an hour trying to find waffles and our hotel. Casey stopped like five times for pizza, fries, milkshake, whatever. We finally found our strawberry covered waffle. Then walked to our hostel.
We went to Anne Frank's house which was interesting. So I got the two things I wanted to do off my list. Success! Then we got Dutch pancakes, yummy. Then got high then I went home on a train or two or three, actually it was four. Public transportation takes forever.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
First Date in Germany
I met Phillip, the German policeman, at a club and we exchanged numbers. I had no intention of ever calling him but I watched Eurotrip and relized that I have not had a crazy night yet or really gotten Euro ass. So I texted him and he seemed excited to hang out.
He took me on a stroll alongside the Rhine River and then a bar in Old Town. Had the local beer, Kolsch where he told me he broke up with his girlfriend of 3 years, 3 weeks ago. I hate being the rebound girl, but at least I get to help them realize that there are other awesome girls out there. He stole the glass I drank from so that I could have a souvenir from the night. Then proceeded to the student bar area where we had hooka and mojitos. I was happy about the hookah because I haven't smoked from one since I got here. The Germans call Hookah, Shisha.
Then we checked the train times where he kissed me, we got yelled at by some drunk German girl but then she told us to keep going. We roamed the streets of Cologne (cologne was invented in that town, dno if I already wrote this) where we walked past his apartment and his brother's police station (also a policeman). I kind of distanced myself and then I told him that he better not think he's going to sleep with me because I didn't want him to think I was easy ass since I let him kiss me. He said don't worry because he had a gf for 3 years and he kissed me. But I told him that he was a man and wants ass. He said that he's different (which they all say) and held my hand the rest of the night to comfort me, I assume. I always kiss guys on first dates but I'm reading the Art of Seduction which tells you to prolong giving into things like that so I wanted to set him straight. I think it worked on him.
He walked me to the train station, stood in the train door with me for a few minutes. He gave me the souvenir glass and kissed me good night. He seems like a good guy. He speaks English really well, his vocab isn't extensive but we still had great conversation. He brought up politics as Germans like to do. They're very up to date about current events and politics, especially Americans'. He's a Saggitarius which is awesome because I'm sick and tired of Cancers.
They're like domestic cats. They're lazy and just want to lay around and not adventurous or ambitious. I need a change in men. Don't get me wrong I love cancers because they're sweet and affectionate and caring until you hurt them and then they're oh so vindictive. But I need a fire sign who's adventurous, has goals in life, and then actually tries to do something about pursuing their goals. I'm sure you know this rant is mostly about Danny but I'm realizing that guys I date in general just are going no where with their lives. Anyways, I probably won't have a lot of time to hang out with Phillip but we plan on seeing each other. He texted me the next day.
He took me on a stroll alongside the Rhine River and then a bar in Old Town. Had the local beer, Kolsch where he told me he broke up with his girlfriend of 3 years, 3 weeks ago. I hate being the rebound girl, but at least I get to help them realize that there are other awesome girls out there. He stole the glass I drank from so that I could have a souvenir from the night. Then proceeded to the student bar area where we had hooka and mojitos. I was happy about the hookah because I haven't smoked from one since I got here. The Germans call Hookah, Shisha.
Then we checked the train times where he kissed me, we got yelled at by some drunk German girl but then she told us to keep going. We roamed the streets of Cologne (cologne was invented in that town, dno if I already wrote this) where we walked past his apartment and his brother's police station (also a policeman). I kind of distanced myself and then I told him that he better not think he's going to sleep with me because I didn't want him to think I was easy ass since I let him kiss me. He said don't worry because he had a gf for 3 years and he kissed me. But I told him that he was a man and wants ass. He said that he's different (which they all say) and held my hand the rest of the night to comfort me, I assume. I always kiss guys on first dates but I'm reading the Art of Seduction which tells you to prolong giving into things like that so I wanted to set him straight. I think it worked on him.
He walked me to the train station, stood in the train door with me for a few minutes. He gave me the souvenir glass and kissed me good night. He seems like a good guy. He speaks English really well, his vocab isn't extensive but we still had great conversation. He brought up politics as Germans like to do. They're very up to date about current events and politics, especially Americans'. He's a Saggitarius which is awesome because I'm sick and tired of Cancers.
They're like domestic cats. They're lazy and just want to lay around and not adventurous or ambitious. I need a change in men. Don't get me wrong I love cancers because they're sweet and affectionate and caring until you hurt them and then they're oh so vindictive. But I need a fire sign who's adventurous, has goals in life, and then actually tries to do something about pursuing their goals. I'm sure you know this rant is mostly about Danny but I'm realizing that guys I date in general just are going no where with their lives. Anyways, I probably won't have a lot of time to hang out with Phillip but we plan on seeing each other. He texted me the next day.
Brussels
Brussels was so nice. I had some difficulties getting there but I got there. Megan found this deal on Expedia so we stayed at the five star hotel, the Marriott Renaissance, for 20 Euros each. We had a king size bed (I won rock paper scissors so I got to sleep in it), a living room, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, 2 TVs, a pull out couch. We had a long week of getting up early for classes and going to sleep late from studying (lots of presentations and midterms) so we didn't want to leave the room, to say the least. But we mustered up some energy and took a bus to Grand Place.
We went in to some chocolate shops, bought Anne Marie some chocolate. I figured she'd be the only one I saw before it would melt. Got this yummy framboise desert. Then we went on the hunt for french fries and waffles. Our original plan was to eat fries and then walk over to the waffle place across the way, but the french fries were so delicious and filling. The french fries were the most amazing I've ever had and fries are my favorite food. They put ketchup, mayo, and onions. Delicious. Got to practice my French when I was there, too. For asking directions and ordering mostly.
We ran into two flea markets which were very chi-chi. They had nice silver out and vintage purses and jewelry. Old furniture and paintings. You could tell that Brussels was a wealthy town. I saw this cool black and gold ring from the 70s but I didn't have cash for it. We went back when the market was closing and I asked her if I could buy it for 10 (price tag said 15). She immediately said yes. I put down 7 and was digging around through my coin purse. She gave me back the 2 and said don't worry about it, have a drink on me. I was like score! Thank you! Megan said she seemed to like me because I was speaking to my friends in English but started speaking French to her. I don't know but it was nice of her. Vintage ring for 5 Euros!
Brussels is known to be a city that people move in and out of frequently because people are sent there to work for business. So a lot of wealthy business men and women around their 30s dominated the night scene. I didn't mind it but all 4 of us were so tired from the long week that we just drank at a bar and then retreated to our hotel sanctuary. Megan and I split a knickerbocker drink. It was white rum, orange juice, raspberry juice, lemon juice, and sugar. It tasted scrumptious and was strong enough for my standards. So overall, a lot of people there are not from Brussels. We heard so many different languages.
This morning we slept in in the beautiful, fluffy king size bed which we broke by the way. We decided it was a good idea to take a picture of us jumping onto it and broke the leg haha. Anyways we got us some Belgium Waffles. Mine had ice cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. Then I got some fries to eat on the train. Now I'm back. It was a short trip but wonderful none the less.
We went in to some chocolate shops, bought Anne Marie some chocolate. I figured she'd be the only one I saw before it would melt. Got this yummy framboise desert. Then we went on the hunt for french fries and waffles. Our original plan was to eat fries and then walk over to the waffle place across the way, but the french fries were so delicious and filling. The french fries were the most amazing I've ever had and fries are my favorite food. They put ketchup, mayo, and onions. Delicious. Got to practice my French when I was there, too. For asking directions and ordering mostly.
We ran into two flea markets which were very chi-chi. They had nice silver out and vintage purses and jewelry. Old furniture and paintings. You could tell that Brussels was a wealthy town. I saw this cool black and gold ring from the 70s but I didn't have cash for it. We went back when the market was closing and I asked her if I could buy it for 10 (price tag said 15). She immediately said yes. I put down 7 and was digging around through my coin purse. She gave me back the 2 and said don't worry about it, have a drink on me. I was like score! Thank you! Megan said she seemed to like me because I was speaking to my friends in English but started speaking French to her. I don't know but it was nice of her. Vintage ring for 5 Euros!
Brussels is known to be a city that people move in and out of frequently because people are sent there to work for business. So a lot of wealthy business men and women around their 30s dominated the night scene. I didn't mind it but all 4 of us were so tired from the long week that we just drank at a bar and then retreated to our hotel sanctuary. Megan and I split a knickerbocker drink. It was white rum, orange juice, raspberry juice, lemon juice, and sugar. It tasted scrumptious and was strong enough for my standards. So overall, a lot of people there are not from Brussels. We heard so many different languages.
This morning we slept in in the beautiful, fluffy king size bed which we broke by the way. We decided it was a good idea to take a picture of us jumping onto it and broke the leg haha. Anyways we got us some Belgium Waffles. Mine had ice cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. Then I got some fries to eat on the train. Now I'm back. It was a short trip but wonderful none the less.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
40 degrees out and I think that it's hot, Germany has changed this Californian
Stayed in Bonn this week-end. Wish people had told me that they were going to Budapest! Psh whatever. I visited Beethoven's house yesterday. I figure since Bonn is his home town, I should check it out. I discovered that he got rejected by all the loves of his life, the tour guide said "he needed to stay focused on his art which was his true love" yada yada.
Went to Cologne for some Absinthe. Absinthe has failed me. Not yet have I seen little green fairies or even get really drunk. I say that it's all a lie. Although I have not tried the bottle I got in Prague yet. We were bored so went back to Bonn and raged in this club called N8. It was fun, probably will go back. This Turkish guy asked me if it was my birthday and I said yes and high fived him. Like 3 hours later, he handed me a Mexican beer (made in France) with tequila in it. I asked the guys I was talking to if they put drugs in drinks in Europe. One of them tasted the beer for me and ok-ed it. But it does happen on occasion was the answer.
I'm visiting Ilana next week-end in London which I'm very excited about, I know it'll be a good time. She's going to take me to techno clubs and introduce me to her British friends.
The rest of Karneval last week-end wasn't too exciting. I was so sick on Friday that I didn't go out. Saturday we went to this strip of bars, bought beers at the liquor store, and just partied in the streets (it was cheaper). Monday, I traveled to Frankfurt to get my French passport! I am officially an EU citizen! So now I can live in France this summer. Still looking for a Fashion PR internship so it needs to happen. I'm excited! Anyways, everyone partied during the day on Monday so I didn't go out.
The temperatures have risen in Bonn which is soooo nice. It's like in the high 40s now. I only have to wear one jacket! And now I can dress up more which always makes me happy.
I feel like I have nothing too exciting to report about. I've just been contemplating my life and where it's headed. This time away from home is really good for reevaluating my relationships, friendships, and career path. I'm hoping to be different when I get back. Also, going out has lost it's appeal. It's such a hassle to go into town, find a good place to party, and then figuring out how to get back. Example, my train stops running at 12:39AM and I thought the trains started up at 4:50AM so I was going to just wait it out until then but it's Sunday so they start at 7AM. I had missed the buses to go stay at my friend's house so I waited an hour at a cold train station with the crazies until the train came by at 5:32AM. Then I had to take a taxi from the train station. Finally got to my bed a little after 6AM, such a pain in the ass.
Can't believe I'm half way through this experience.
Went to Cologne for some Absinthe. Absinthe has failed me. Not yet have I seen little green fairies or even get really drunk. I say that it's all a lie. Although I have not tried the bottle I got in Prague yet. We were bored so went back to Bonn and raged in this club called N8. It was fun, probably will go back. This Turkish guy asked me if it was my birthday and I said yes and high fived him. Like 3 hours later, he handed me a Mexican beer (made in France) with tequila in it. I asked the guys I was talking to if they put drugs in drinks in Europe. One of them tasted the beer for me and ok-ed it. But it does happen on occasion was the answer.
I'm visiting Ilana next week-end in London which I'm very excited about, I know it'll be a good time. She's going to take me to techno clubs and introduce me to her British friends.
The rest of Karneval last week-end wasn't too exciting. I was so sick on Friday that I didn't go out. Saturday we went to this strip of bars, bought beers at the liquor store, and just partied in the streets (it was cheaper). Monday, I traveled to Frankfurt to get my French passport! I am officially an EU citizen! So now I can live in France this summer. Still looking for a Fashion PR internship so it needs to happen. I'm excited! Anyways, everyone partied during the day on Monday so I didn't go out.
The temperatures have risen in Bonn which is soooo nice. It's like in the high 40s now. I only have to wear one jacket! And now I can dress up more which always makes me happy.
I feel like I have nothing too exciting to report about. I've just been contemplating my life and where it's headed. This time away from home is really good for reevaluating my relationships, friendships, and career path. I'm hoping to be different when I get back. Also, going out has lost it's appeal. It's such a hassle to go into town, find a good place to party, and then figuring out how to get back. Example, my train stops running at 12:39AM and I thought the trains started up at 4:50AM so I was going to just wait it out until then but it's Sunday so they start at 7AM. I had missed the buses to go stay at my friend's house so I waited an hour at a cold train station with the crazies until the train came by at 5:32AM. Then I had to take a taxi from the train station. Finally got to my bed a little after 6AM, such a pain in the ass.
Can't believe I'm half way through this experience.
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