I must be the most accident prone person in all of Europe.
Last summer I smashed up my car overtaking a tractor and nearly killed myself in the process.
A few weeks ago, I took a tumble down the stairs and spent an afternoon in Casualty having my ankle x-rayed.
Two days ago, I fell up a set of concrete stairs in front of my lecture hall and a group of very hot Spanish boys, and my knee is now purple.
Today I have a horrible cold from being stuck outside in the torrential storms (yes, torrential storms in southern Spain!) made worse from the fact that last summer i punctured one of my lungs.
Booooo!
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Spain!!
Oooooh, not updated this for a while, maybe it's time for a bit of writing!
So, Monday evening, my father dropped me off at Bristol Airport. It was then I realised that I had got my flight time wrong, and it was 40 minutes earlier than I thought... So I get to queue jump at check in, queue jump into the departures and no hanging about waiting to board. The BEST way to travel!!
I arrived in Malaga at 8.30pm, jumped in a taxi and told the driver the name of my hostel which I had booked for one night. He had no idea where it was, and ended up driving around a residential area in the Malagan suburbs for almost an hour. Eventually he found it, after I gave him directions in broken Spanish to a place I had never been!!
I only stayed here one night, and got up really early in order to catch a bus to Granada. It took two hours, and I saw some of Andalucía. It is a dry and arid place, but mountainous and still beautiful. I arrived in Granada, and ended up getting off the bus at the wrong stop, and lugging my massively heavy suitcase up a HUGE hill for further than necessary. Found the hostel fairly easily though, compared to Malaga!
Tuesday afternoon was spent wandering around trying to get my bearings and discover a bit of my new home city. Wednesday morning I rose early and headed up to the University. Compared to Corsica, registration was easy. I was given a form to fill out and take to a different office. This office made my student card, which I picked up on Friday, then I went back to the first office with a list of classes I wanted to take. In Corsica the people doing the registration had no idea where they were supposed to be, let alone the foreign students they were supposed to be enrolling!!
The rest of the week I have been frantically searching for somewhere to live. There has been very little choice in rooms or flats.
Flat One: clean and central, but my room was tiny and had no window, and was also the throughroom to the bathroom!
Flat Two: disgusting, no oven/microwave
Flat Three: two Spanish boys and a German Shepherd.
Flat Four: living with Granny Goggins.
Flat Five: in the ghetto.
Flat Six: was a language mix up and turned out to be in a different city!
Flat Seven: the eventual winner. I move in tomorrow, with three other English speaking girls. It's clean, new and fairly central. It's very expensive, but worth it. There is no internet at the moment, but hopefully it won't be long before we are connected!
Classes start tomorrow as well. Because I don't have to do exams, I have chosen:
History of Cinema
History of Andalucía
History of the Comic (not really sure about this one)
Spanish in the Americas
Spanish Music Studies
Hasta Luego!
So, Monday evening, my father dropped me off at Bristol Airport. It was then I realised that I had got my flight time wrong, and it was 40 minutes earlier than I thought... So I get to queue jump at check in, queue jump into the departures and no hanging about waiting to board. The BEST way to travel!!
I arrived in Malaga at 8.30pm, jumped in a taxi and told the driver the name of my hostel which I had booked for one night. He had no idea where it was, and ended up driving around a residential area in the Malagan suburbs for almost an hour. Eventually he found it, after I gave him directions in broken Spanish to a place I had never been!!
I only stayed here one night, and got up really early in order to catch a bus to Granada. It took two hours, and I saw some of Andalucía. It is a dry and arid place, but mountainous and still beautiful. I arrived in Granada, and ended up getting off the bus at the wrong stop, and lugging my massively heavy suitcase up a HUGE hill for further than necessary. Found the hostel fairly easily though, compared to Malaga!
Tuesday afternoon was spent wandering around trying to get my bearings and discover a bit of my new home city. Wednesday morning I rose early and headed up to the University. Compared to Corsica, registration was easy. I was given a form to fill out and take to a different office. This office made my student card, which I picked up on Friday, then I went back to the first office with a list of classes I wanted to take. In Corsica the people doing the registration had no idea where they were supposed to be, let alone the foreign students they were supposed to be enrolling!!
The rest of the week I have been frantically searching for somewhere to live. There has been very little choice in rooms or flats.
Flat One: clean and central, but my room was tiny and had no window, and was also the throughroom to the bathroom!
Flat Two: disgusting, no oven/microwave
Flat Three: two Spanish boys and a German Shepherd.
Flat Four: living with Granny Goggins.
Flat Five: in the ghetto.
Flat Six: was a language mix up and turned out to be in a different city!
Flat Seven: the eventual winner. I move in tomorrow, with three other English speaking girls. It's clean, new and fairly central. It's very expensive, but worth it. There is no internet at the moment, but hopefully it won't be long before we are connected!
Classes start tomorrow as well. Because I don't have to do exams, I have chosen:
History of Cinema
History of Andalucía
History of the Comic (not really sure about this one)
Spanish in the Americas
Spanish Music Studies
Hasta Luego!
Thursday, 24 January 2008
RIP Heath Ledger
I can't believe this guy is dead.
It was one of those surreal moments when I woke up to hear the radio reporting on his death, and for a split second I thought I was dreaming.
Please, please, please don't have died from an intended overdose on 'bad drugs'.
It was one of those surreal moments when I woke up to hear the radio reporting on his death, and for a split second I thought I was dreaming.
Please, please, please don't have died from an intended overdose on 'bad drugs'.
Thursday, 10 January 2008
busy
I've been pulling my hair out over the past few days, trying to do too many things at once.
I have a massive list pinned to the fridge, which currently looks a bit like this:
Find house in Bangor
Find apartment in Spain
Get travel insurance sorted
Opticians
Buy glasses
Summer Job
suitcase????
Christmas tree to tip
Set up wireless (I still haven't managed to do this - I cant actually be bothered)
Mum birthday present
Dissertation Research
I have done one thing on this list. Opticians.
Meh.
I have a massive list pinned to the fridge, which currently looks a bit like this:
Find house in Bangor
Find apartment in Spain
Get travel insurance sorted
Opticians
Buy glasses
Summer Job
suitcase????
Christmas tree to tip
Set up wireless (I still haven't managed to do this - I cant actually be bothered)
Mum birthday present
Dissertation Research
I have done one thing on this list. Opticians.
Meh.
Thursday, 3 January 2008
post thirty six - resolutions
Did anyone watch a program last night called Half Ton Mum?
Shocking.
I don't normally comment on these things but this seriously disgusted me.
She claimed that she didn't overeat, and somedays 'she had to force herself to eat because she knew that she had to eat something'. Everyone else said she overate. Alright, she was overweight as a child and that wasn't entirely her fault, but how can anyone get themselves into a position where they weight in at 64 stone?
I was in a serious car accident like she was. I LOST weight. Granted, I put it most of it back on again, but I cannot see how she how did it. Obesity baffles me.
They say that 'obesity is a disease'. I disagree. Eating shit food and not exercising is not a disease. Stop making up excuses.
Gastric Bypass Surgery is for those with more money than will power. Some people need this operation for real reasons. she could have lost the weight herself, if she really tried.
In case you didn't see it, the surgery was successful. She lost 4 stone in two weeks, but then suddenly had a heart attack and died. She was 29.
They then filmed this guy at the end who was getting help. He was 74 stone.
People are dying every day because they don't have enough to eat. And these people are killing themselves by eating too much.
What a waste.
This program was followed by 'My Fake Baby'. That was also disturbing.
God Bless Channel Four.
Shocking.
I don't normally comment on these things but this seriously disgusted me.
She claimed that she didn't overeat, and somedays 'she had to force herself to eat because she knew that she had to eat something'. Everyone else said she overate. Alright, she was overweight as a child and that wasn't entirely her fault, but how can anyone get themselves into a position where they weight in at 64 stone?
I was in a serious car accident like she was. I LOST weight. Granted, I put it most of it back on again, but I cannot see how she how did it. Obesity baffles me.
They say that 'obesity is a disease'. I disagree. Eating shit food and not exercising is not a disease. Stop making up excuses.
Gastric Bypass Surgery is for those with more money than will power. Some people need this operation for real reasons. she could have lost the weight herself, if she really tried.
In case you didn't see it, the surgery was successful. She lost 4 stone in two weeks, but then suddenly had a heart attack and died. She was 29.
They then filmed this guy at the end who was getting help. He was 74 stone.
People are dying every day because they don't have enough to eat. And these people are killing themselves by eating too much.
What a waste.
This program was followed by 'My Fake Baby'. That was also disturbing.
God Bless Channel Four.
Tuesday, 18 December 2007
post thirty five - home again
Trying to set up wireless internet is hard.
Trying to set up wireless internet that your mother has already tried to do, failed, mixed up all the cables and CD's and lost the instructions is even harder.
I am not the most technical person in the world, but, because I know how to send a text message, apparently I should find it more straight forward than she.
When she gets home tonight, and asks why it's not been done, I will try and refrain from beating her over the head with the wifi box.
Welcome Home!!
Trying to set up wireless internet that your mother has already tried to do, failed, mixed up all the cables and CD's and lost the instructions is even harder.
I am not the most technical person in the world, but, because I know how to send a text message, apparently I should find it more straight forward than she.
When she gets home tonight, and asks why it's not been done, I will try and refrain from beating her over the head with the wifi box.
Welcome Home!!
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
post thirty four - drunk
Never play drinking games with Spanish people.
It will only get messy.
Saturday night, our Italian Erasmus Friend's 29th Birthday. This is the guy who, the week before, I slept with and then found out he had a girlfriend. But I thought I would be sporting and go to his party anyway.
There were quite a few of us there, mostly other Erasmus Students. I took a bottle of wine along, and things were going quite nicely. We were being civil to each other, and it was all good. Until one of the Spaniards suggested a drinking game.
Aim of the Game: you all put your drinks in a circle, and another drink in the middle. You then take it in turns to throw a coin into the centre of the table. If the coin lands in someone's drink, they have to drink all of their drink. If the coin lands in the centre drink, everyone must drink. The last person to finish has to drink the drink in the middle. How many more times can I say 'drink' in this paragraph?
So we played this for a while. And all was fine. But, after we finished playing, I was sitting down with a friend and chatting, when all of a sudden, drunkness just hit me. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and my legs just collapsed from underneath me.
The next day, I woke up in the Italian's bed for the second time in a fortnight. This time, at least I had all my clothes on...whoops!*
I leave on Saturday. I'm not sure whether I'm sad about this or not. I have had some enjoyable moments, and some not so enjoyable moments. In all fairness, there isn't much going on here that I could report back to you all. Fingers crossed for Christmas and Spain though...
*this story might not be true. I'm just repeating what someone else told me...
It will only get messy.
Saturday night, our Italian Erasmus Friend's 29th Birthday. This is the guy who, the week before, I slept with and then found out he had a girlfriend. But I thought I would be sporting and go to his party anyway.
There were quite a few of us there, mostly other Erasmus Students. I took a bottle of wine along, and things were going quite nicely. We were being civil to each other, and it was all good. Until one of the Spaniards suggested a drinking game.
Aim of the Game: you all put your drinks in a circle, and another drink in the middle. You then take it in turns to throw a coin into the centre of the table. If the coin lands in someone's drink, they have to drink all of their drink. If the coin lands in the centre drink, everyone must drink. The last person to finish has to drink the drink in the middle. How many more times can I say 'drink' in this paragraph?
So we played this for a while. And all was fine. But, after we finished playing, I was sitting down with a friend and chatting, when all of a sudden, drunkness just hit me. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and my legs just collapsed from underneath me.
The next day, I woke up in the Italian's bed for the second time in a fortnight. This time, at least I had all my clothes on...whoops!*
I leave on Saturday. I'm not sure whether I'm sad about this or not. I have had some enjoyable moments, and some not so enjoyable moments. In all fairness, there isn't much going on here that I could report back to you all. Fingers crossed for Christmas and Spain though...
*this story might not be true. I'm just repeating what someone else told me...
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