Last night I went to the Irish Pub with a couple of friends for Quiz Night and we totally rocked the crap out of it. I was there to answer vital questions such as, “What is the name of Detroit’s NHL team?” and “What city does Logan International Airport serve?” and “In what movie did Jack Nicholson play character Jack Torrance?” and let us not forget, “Which actor one an Oscar for their roll in the Accused?”. So basically, I’m pretty much the smartest person on earth I guess.
School has been pretty humdrum. Nothing to write about there.
Oh! I saw Marie Antoinette the other night and thought it was awesome. There was something about it that was distinctly artistically Americana, which I liked very much. In Europe, you can sometimes get the feeling that people resent the impingement of American values and influence on their culture, consequently I sometimes feel sheepish when I say I am American. This movie, for one reason or another, made me feel unabashed about where I come from. This is not to say that I am embarrassed to have come from America because I think America is a wonderful place, but, from my experiences, there seems to be a feeling of disfavor after telling someone that I am an American. Case in point, a couple of weeks ago Sarah, Keith, and I went into town to a second hand shop because Sarah wanted to get a new bed. As we were looking around, Sarah had asked one of the employees a question. Obviously detected the thick accent, the employee became very stern and seemed not to have the time of day for us. The other employees, hearing us speak English to each other, also became very austere. We were speaking German to the employees, but they were hard to understand. Nevertheless, Sarah picked out a bed and asked when it could be delivered. An employee told her quite brashly that it wouldn’t be delivered for a couple of weeks. Upon hearing this, Sarah asked if there was anyway to get it sooner because she had to go back to Ireland in a little while. "Ireland!", the employee said with a smile on his face, "Oh we thought you were f*cking Americans.". After that the attitude of all the employees quickly changed and they started laughing and joking around with us, and Sarah’s new bed, was delivered to her that same day. Luckily, I haven’t come across to many folks like this and for every assclown that I do meet there seems to be ten more people who are way cool.
The Christmas spirit is in full swing here in Konstanz. The stores are all decorated and Thursday starts the Christmas market, which will be totally awesome. The other day, my roommate Tonia was listening to Christmas music, getting us all in the Christmas spirit. I downloaded Tuxracer, which all of you should do as well, because it always reminds me of Christmas. Next Friday I am going to go see a Christmas Carol at the Stadttheater which will be a barrel of laughs I’m sure. So life goes on in Konstanz. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run. There are kids at the Little English House waiting for their weekly slang lesson. Till later.
Look at these studs.
Müller, a store in town.
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