uninteresting blog post

this last post has been a long time in the making. I cannot explain why i have neglected the cyber world in the last few days other than i just haven't found anything interesting to write about. here is my uninteresting blog post.

it happened sometime after tristan and i got the fastest haircuts ever from these really funny hungarian ladies at Musckva ter, sometime after i was uncomfortable at the hungarian art galleries, sometime after friday morning's miserable orientation where i felt cocky for no reason and afterward an asshole. on the tram home i decided to smile. and damn it feels good. since then a big stupid grin hasn't left my face. when i stub my toe, i smile; if a hungarian tries to put me down with pessimism, i laugh in their face; when somethings wrong, its made right. its a really empowering feeling.

on friday night, the Erasmus Student Network, the committee that organizes the exchange students held an orientation night. we played all sorts of fun hungarian games like the game where someone in the middle gets to hit people around the circle when they screw up, and the one where you get to close your eyes and grope people next to you looking for their "hand". afterwards we were introduced to traditional hungarian dancing. small girls danced around holding wine on their heads while boys slapped the floor and their boots. in a spectacular display of hand holding, jumping, slapping, spinning, yelping, screaming, and kicking i fell in love with a rare art form. it was when i got to dance the dance myself that i felt truly blessed to be in hungary. i can remember taking laura's hand, asking her as only a gentleman could, "would you care to dance", when she firmly decided that we shouldnt dance together. after crying in the corner for five minutes we were able to dance a dance that would have made King Stephan I of Hungary (the first king of hungary, 896 AD) jive in his grave.

i drank only smiles that night, challenging the psyche that we need liquid courage to enjoy ourselves. i could move with youthful people, confident enough in my decision not to drink to get outside of myself and say hello, where are you from, where is that, is that near bulgaria, it isnt, do you live with animals, no, ? other people weren't happy because i drank their smiles.

saturday started slow. I woke up late, as i seem to do every day. the canadian girls came over and we planned our domination of corvinus university. we brainstormed different events that could happen. formals, semi formals, grade 6 dances, pub golf, scavenger hunt, and finally a trip to portugal, egypt, tunisia, spain, croatia, or any other beach location. the goal, one of tristan's brain waves, is to bring a western flavour to the east and spring them out of their misery. if we lead it, we will be legends, legends of corvinus, of budpest, of hungary. the seven kings of hungary look over Hero's Square. the seven canadians will be heroes of corvinus. i hung out with Gunther and Martin and Tom and Sandra at Gunther's flat. we went to Crazy Cafe.

the baths were really nice on sunday. i got to know a lot of the international students a lot better since they were in their bathing suits. Kurt warner lost the superbowl for the cardinals (you could argue that Ben roethlisberger won it however). anyways i found that i couldnt stay in my seat.

monday i had my first class. behavioural economics. my prof looks like Jabba the Hut, the pimp-worm-gangster, from StarWars. i dont know whats going on in that class. it seems that everything at this school is just a little bit off, like theres a screw loose or a cog missing.

pushups: 17
Situps: 24

i nearly died. how am i so weak? and fat? just keep smiling. and running up Gellert Hill. which is killing me too it seems. the view is less and less impressive every time i run up it.