McDonald's

A weird thing happened between classes today.

Well. Actually, class itself was weird. I set my alarm for 7:15am with the intention of going for a run (you see its this kind of weird thing called a 'regimen' that you design as a way to improve yourself through 'self-discipline'. It really only works if you follow through with the plan you set for yourself the night before, otherwise you just end up waking up really early for a reason thats even more dreadful than the act of waking up itself.).

Well. Actually I woke up at 5:15 for some reason before that. I decided to go to back to sleep and looked forward to waking up in two hours to begin my fitness regimen. I went to sleep and I had a dream about being an egg that was hidden by the Easter bunny in the forest somewhere (the grass was really high whereever I was) and this gigantic toothy rabbit was hunting voraciously in his memory for the whereabouts of this seemingly important egg (that was actually me). The rabbit grew larger as he searched and darker and mangier and started to cry out as only an enormous, black, mangy, deranged Easter Bunny could when I suddenly awoke to the vibration and shrill scream of my cell phone telling its time to run up Gellert Hill, do pushups and situps and feel personal pride all day long at my self-discipline. I immediately evaluated the status of my mind, looking for any excuse not to return to that menacing easter bunny, found myself with my head on my pillow and woke up two hours later with 5 minutes to get to class. I arrived in class an hour and half late having consumed what I like to call the "breakfast of champions on the run" or in this case "Breakfast for the extremely late" that is: a tub of yogurt with a chopped up banana and muesli. When I finally got to class it was time to break for twenty minutes or "Hungarian Recess" as I like to call it and I spent it discussing why my apple had two stems with Erin from USC, how much Rock probably threw up when he had his first chaw with Thomas, and 'recycling' with Gunter. To my great surprise, class had a guest speaker.

Dr. Wagner from the Hungarian Eco-labeling club came to speak to us about absolutely nothing of merit, importance, or interest known as eco-labels. For about an hour she explained to us that stickers about the environment give people like her around the world something meaningless to do with their time. Thoroughly disappointed I began making faces to people around the classroom who if they weren't already drooling on the desks, were about to start. I never thought class would end (39 slides of... of... drivel I honestly never hope to find interesting) but when it did I ventured to the mall at Nyugati Palyaudvar to buy a frisbee or a football.

On my way I ran into Yoann from France who was in my class and we made small talk about Hungarian ecological regulation until we came across some construction and a weird older man in a grey shirt and toothless grin told us to follow him around the construction. I oddly enough was more than eager to follow this weird man around the construction while Yoann stood his ground. turning my back I saw his reflection in a store window and went back to ask why he didn't want to follow the weird toothless grin-man. "I walk this way everyday, that toothless man can't tell me what to do," he said when I went back. Damn-straight, but why was I so easily persuaded and Yoann not at all. I sometimes think that I could be that Eskimo who buys the snow. At Nyugati, I didn't find a sports store but it took no time at all for me to sit down at McDonald's with a burger, an extra large fries and Coke. Then, defeated in atleast two ways I ventured to the Maltese embassy to get my EU passport. arriving at the address listed on the maltese website produced no results as it was a sports store that sold everything but footballs and frisbees.