Well...I have finally sucumbed. I don't know if a lot of people are going to read this thing, but I thought I would start posting on this blog...maybe because I have a lot of free time...maybe because I could use a writing outlet so my english doesn't deteriorate...maybe because I'm only humourous when I'm writing over the Internet...I'm only mildly amusing in person, really. (Personally, I blame it on the fact that I don't have enough time to think of a joke and THEN say it. Ah, the beauty of editing your own material. Nothing like it.) Also, I know a lot of people have been e-mailing me lately, and I feel like I may not be able to respond to everyone to the same degree, and, also, there are some things which appear better in a blog than in an e-mail. My e-mails are more personal...usually. I sometimes can't help but send out that one forward that says, "If you do not send this within twenty-four hours you will be cursed in love for EVER!" I, of course, am strong for the first thirteen or so hours, but in a crushing tidal wave of anxiety during one of my frequent Brennanesque anxiety attacks, I undelete the forward from my e-mail trash can and send it to everyone I know except my grandmother. (Those sorts of things only provoke her...into...er, trying to set me up on dates, which usually makes my mom try and set me up on dates, which, well, no. Just NO, man.)
Anyways, I am going to try out the personal web log experience, and see how I feel about it. I imagine it will be pretty good, although I don't know that anyone will read this. Hm. I suppose we'll have to see what happens.
Anyways, it is late, and I should go to bed. Tomorrow is another action packed day of orientation for international students. I am currently not really sure what the sports tomorrow will be like...I signed up for badminiton and a walk around the campus. The other choices were volleyball (Not that good at it.) a card game (which no one signed up for.) some sort of Brazillian dance martial arts thingy (which no guys signed up for, so I'm curious what exactly it is.) and soccer (which NO WAY am I going to try and play against Europeans. Does it LOOK like I have a deathwish? I enjoy my teeth and ego where they are, thank you very much.)
Today I met a bunch of people...there are actually Canadians here studying in the philosophy program at KU Leuven! Cool! I also met this British girl named...Shalu? I think? Anyways, she introduced me, which was really nice of her. I am pretty sure I appeared really stupid to most everyone I met....I think the lack of social contact with people is eroding my attempts at social skills. Then again, did I have any???? Maybe I am just loud and obnoxious...is that a social skill??? Anyways, I went to a intro Dutch session, and it went ok, but that's because I sat beside a really smart girl who was German, Elise, I think, and we plotted together to beat the little sheets of work that they gave us, and considering they spoke in Dutch for the whole thing, it worked out pretty well. Me studying a little Dutch on my own is really helping.
What's really amusing is that two of the Canadians who are in philosophy are actually living on the same street as me! LOL. And fairly close. They're pretty cool people. Anyhow, I went back, had supper, went to go to the international party at Pangaea (the international student's cafe/building, etc.) and I ended up running into a French guy, who spoke almost no English, and I spoke almost no french and dutch and all I could think was things like, "Je'mapelle Brennan. Et tu?" or "Je comprende un petit la francias" I know I misspelled that, thank you very much. I also know that I was wishing I knew more french at the time. He was a really nice guy. He had a cold. Anyways, it was a truly international experience. We kinda hit it off, even though speaking to each other was like grinding a horse through a personal home-based food processor, but still, pretty cool. Anyways, after that little detour, I went to the party, which turned out to have already vacated to bars and cafes around the city...there were about five guys left at Pangeae playing ping-pong and speaking what I think was German...no totally sure. Anyways, that was lame, and I biked home, and read a bit, and just sort of hung out and ate popcorn...they have candied popcorn here, but no pop-it-yourself-popcorn...what's up with that??? SO weird. Anyways, I went to the corner store and the bad of popcorn cost me 2€!!! I couldn't believe it...but I was too wimpy to say I didn't want it...besides, I DID want it...I just didn't want to have to pay 2€...GEEZ.
Also, the handyman for this place came and stucco'd my walls where there were cracks in the tile...once again...knowing dutch and french would be a mega supreme asset, here. Language barriers. Darn it anyways. LOL. Well, it's coming along, so I shouldn't complain too much.
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