real talk

today, saturday le 29 mai, i went hiking today for lots and lots of hours on a real mountain. a few scrapes and scratches later, i'm still alive and kicking. who woulda thunk?

ways to entertain yourself when you're locked in the departures section of Geneva airport all alone for 6 hours without the internet

1. see how many pushups you can do on the moving floors before you reach the end
2. read every entry in the prayer book, including the arabic ones you can't read
3. read for 3 hours, finish 2 chapters of the densest studying material you've ever laid eyes on and half of your favorite novel. and everyone has a share.
4. pick your nose and put it on the nostril of the lady in the huge Dior ad on the wall. purel yourself.
5. feel bad about it, clean it up an hour later. purel again.
6. make a series of lengthy $1 texts to your girlfriend in America
7. lock yourself in the handicap bathroom to hide from the janitors for an hour. read some more while you're at it.
8. by morning, casually stroll by the security guards who had no idea that you were there the entire night, and head straight into the first shop to open to pensively look at every object they have for sale with no intention of buying anything as the mystefied shopkeepers eye you with guarded suspicion.

ways to entertain yourself during class

1. fill in missing itunes artwork by googling every album on google images

the lights of babylon

I'm sitting in global health class and I'm bored and a half. The thing is that the subject matter of the class could be interesting in a different time and place, however my mind is so far off of school that all I can think about is frolicking about all crazylike. I just tried to pay attention for 2 minutes and have no idea what we're talking about and I'm having a hard time in general remembering that these classes are for real. Summer school drop-out anyone?

I guess I have alot to update you guys on, namely the events of this past weekend. Well, the truth is that I think I might take up a what happens in France, stays in France policy (due to the number of eyes lurking around the interwebs), but I will say that there was plenty of excitement to go around and maybe if you ask me nicely, I will spill, and even tell you the story of how we made some new friends, one of whom told us that some lights in the sky were the "lights of babylon" (even though we really know they were coming from a local club called Pop Plage, which we have yet to hit up) and the sorts of adventures that followed. I'm probably gonna get in trouble in about 2 seconds for being on the computer during class, so until next time!

haiku pour l'AZN

just ate hard boiled
egg and liked it! steen, be proud
missed the bus too, pup