Anyway, some things just need to be written about, and having a new facebook relationship status is one of those things. It's a rather long story, but it's very much in line with the way I like my life to work - unpredictably and full of amusing coincidences.
So last weekend I went to Freiburg, which (for those of you who don't know) is located very close to the borders of France and Switzerland. For those of you who still don't know, here's the link to a map: http://skl13.ukl.uni-freiburg.de/plaene/freiburg-germany.jpg. I took the train on Thursday afternoon around 1:30, which would have been fine had I not planned to leave at 11:30, bought my ticket, and then left my passport at the Collegio and realized it only when I was on my way to Stazione Centrale. I'm a smart cookie sometimes, I tell you what.
So having gone back to the Collegio, gotten my passport, bought a new ticket, gone to Centrale, sat on a train for 5 1/2 beautiful-Swiss-landscape-filled hours, gotten to Basel, bought a ticket to Freiburg in Basel, and had a 40 minute train ride in a train 1000 times more beautiful than the
Cisalpino train I took to Basel, I finally arrived in Freiburg. Lisa was waiting with a sunflower. :) I got a bit of a migraine around that point, so after I saw her apartment, met some of her roommates, and had some dinner, I went to bed.The next morning, we ate some really amazing cereal filled with Nutella (really) and had coffee with some of Lisa's classmates. Then I went to class with her and kept myself occupied by looking up words like Tintenfisch and Biber... "octopus" and "beaver" for those of you who are not Germanically-inclined. Afterward, we met Lisa's (and Kyle Fyr's) mentor and friend Pamina for lunch, delicious dessert and coffee, and an impromptu tour of Freiburg. Afterward, we caught a ride with some girls from the very modest Freiburg lindy scene and rode slightly out of town to a dance with them. Everyone was incredibly nice, and the dancing wasn't too bad. We had lots of fun, but got back a little tired out.
On Saturday, we got up early and caught a ride with Pamina on the beautiful fast train to Basel. We spent the morning and early afternoon walking around, eating the most amazing apfelstruedel I have ever even conceptualized, looking at a gigantic flea market by the university, having some delicious hot chocolate, and talking while we climbed up one of the hills. When we got back in town, we messed around for a bit after we met Pamina's husband Reto at the train station, and then we stopped by Aldi (the German answer to Walmart, only somehow much, much worse) to get some food for a birthday party for Lisa's friend Cameron.
And that's where the really interesting part of the story starts.
To summarize, my relationship with Cameron started with making out and then moved on from there. Cameron actually got confused about where we were all meeting and came over to Lisa's apartment a little bit before the party actually started (well, technically it was a good 20 minutes after the party was supposed to have started, but it obviously hadn't started yet if he wasn't there), and I noticed that he was a very good-looking guy. We had met on the tram Thursday night and had seen each other briefly Friday morning, but I hadn't really noticed him... After a bit, we went over to Lisa's friend Trish's apartment and got somewhat tipsy pre-gaming on some kind of alcoholic something made from apples, some other kind of fig-flavored alcoholic something, and some nice dark beer. Then got on a tram and went to Stusiebar and kept ourselves that way for a while with (in my case) some more semi-local dark beer. When in Germany...
There was a dance floor with lame & phenomenal mid-90s dance music and eventuallyCameron and I started dancing with each other... and then dancing close with each other... and then we did some good kissing. As my mother aptly pointed out, there's nothing like a little alcohol to break the ice. And even though we were drunk, he did not get fresh with me; instead he told me I was beautiful. I was
surprised and quite pleased, to be honest.Gradually we started to sober up and went outside, and then we sat there and talked until the bar kicked us out at 5:00 in the morning, then talked some more waiting for the bus, and he seems pretty great - I don't ever remember clicking with someone so fast. Ever. We've talked a couple times and emailed a lot this week, and he's coming to Milan next week during part of their break.
So that's the story so far... I met a guy and made out with him and then realized that he was pretty cool and now we're starting our relationship long-distance. It's ridiculously not-me, but I really don't have much to lose just getting to know him and seeing what happens. But he studies linguistics (we talked about phonetics when we were trashed, which was a major factor in the decision to give it a try) and speaks German very well and is learning Korean... A pretty cool guy. We'll see what happens!
Anyway. I'm sorry if that offended anyone's sensibilities with my story (particularly those of any family members who might be reading this), but I will close with the disclaimer that I neither get trashed nor make out with strangers on a regular basis, and that I try to conduct myself with dignity at least 95% of the time. Last Saturday night just happened to fall into the other 5%, but even then I still stayed in control. Don't worry, you raised me well. ;)
I have a bit of a nasty cold from last weekend's exhaustion and the cold, rainy weather we've had here for the last few days, so I think that I'm going to head for bed pretty soon. Hope you're all doing well!
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LOLOL Now, which of OUR family members do you suppose might be offended? surely you don't mean me? (and Nana's not going to be reading this...) Child, well do I remember my own college experiences. So, "let him who is without sin...." etc. etc., as Herr Jesus so aptly put it. Your unabashed honesty and sense of humour are so nice and refreshing, and I love (among some of the other things you do) that you can write and turn out a nice sentence. :) Anyhow, thanks for the entry, and thanks for the 95% of the time, and thanks for being sensible even in the other 5%, and thanks for being the best kid I could ever have asked for (and I didn't, so I'm wondering how I did manage to get you). And above all, thanks for not writing things like "oMg iT wZ lIke teh GrTsT tImEz eVeRZZZ!"
I love you! Keep Bloggin!!
Oh, and thanks for the visual aids...most especially the cool map. (Even though I knew where Freiburg was before I saw said map, I laughed when I looked at it, for no reason other than (my crazy mood and) the fact that it said "Freiburg" in big ol' red letters.)
Well, surely it's not me! I am usually the "offender", lol.
Anyhow...Been there, done that, have the tee-shirt (and so does your mother). Oh, the stories I could tell...but I won't cause you to die of embarrassment by posting here. Your mother (somehow...despite genetics and that Libra/Musician thing not really helping much in her favor...) and father (hmmm, that Libra/Musician thing again!) raised you right.
And yes, THANK YOU for using proper grammar, sentence structure and punctuation instead of that netspeak (or whatever it's called). Reading a few sentences in that "language" causes me to get a migraine and become cranky (not good). Reading paragraphs of it causes my brain to explode.
By the way, if Nana does suddenly appear on the internet and reads this, it is a sign of the Apocalypse. Grab your towel, stick out your thumb and catch the next ship out of Dodge...
This time I can't stop laughing at the Nana and the Apocalypse thing. I also had this sudden vision of her sitting around texting on a cell phone, like on that latest commercial for whatever wireless company, in which the granny says, "Oh, IDK, my BFF Rose?" But it could be you don't know that commercial because it shows on American (i.e., "real") TV.
;)
The Nana/Apocalypse thing is definitely too much for me to handle in the first few minutes after waking up, LOL.
And funnily enough, I was actually thinking more about Jim than you ladies... ;)
I can almost assure you that Jim also has had his "5%" moments. :)
Oh, I'm more than sure he has. Probably won't stop him from pulling an overprotective dad moment, though. ;)
ARWENNNNNNN haha i cannot wait to meet this cameron. lord. i cannot wait to see you!!! i miss talking in person. a LOT. i miss almond croissants too. i cant wait to see milan! a lot of cant waits actually. yikes. miss you love youuuuuuuu
Jim said his "5%" moments are more like 7 or 8%, and he was really amused that you thought he might be "offended." :)
"Adventures in Freiburg" is great! How could you possibly think I'd be offended? (ROFLMAO) Been there, done that--but I got the Oxford cloth button-down 100% cotton shirt. :-)
i love you arwen...keep it up!
Oh, Jim. I think I almost died from reading the "Oxford cloth button-down 100% cotton shirt" comment. I embarrassed myself freaking out in the computer lab.
I'm glad you appreciated the suprasegmentals. :P Lemme know if he tries to pull a fast one on ya, and I'll try to smack him down with a nice pharyngeal or lateral fricative.
P.S. I'm working on a letter which I'll hopefully mail sometime before the semester's out.
P.P.S. Jim cracked me up so hard with the button-down shirt comment. :D
I guess blogging is not really your thing.
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