My address where you can send me trinkets, fruit funs, pictures, wads of cash, fireworks, pet monkeys, and dragons whose tears turn into jellybeans.
Or letters.
Steven Ormsbee
USAC Office
Vratislavova 13
Praha 2
12000
Czech Republic
Is that a long enough address for you? If not, add some exclamation points and smiley faces...
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
John 1:5
Almost 24 hours after my backpack debacle I'm in a place that I thought would take many days to reach. Acceptance. I can let go.
I had no idea how much those journals meant to me until today. I never realized how much I put into my writing. How much my thoughts, ideas, feelings, emotions really meant to me. I didn't just write about experiences that I was going through. I wrote about struggles, pains, hopes, joys. Things I had been working through. I may have many of these thoughts buried in my mind somewhere, but I can never get back the words I used to describe an experience that moment after I went through it.
I feel like there is supposed to be some kind of lesson to be learned here. People get "stuff" stolen all the time. Cars. Laptops. Phones. Ipods. Money. They learn how attached to "stuff" they are. Honestly, and I can't even believe I'm saying this, I think I would have rather had my camera stolen. I had insurance on that thing. Even my ipod. Would have been absolutely terrible, but it could have been replaced. I wouldn't have even minded if it were just my passport stolen. All of these things are annoying and frustrated to get stolen, but with some work, you can replace them.
I lost something that can't be replaced. I don't want to overdramatize (is that a word?) this or anything, but man this sucks.
I've realized that there are two ways to respond to this situation. I can be filled with anger and hate, and want revenge or I can decide to move on gracefully, understanding that there is nothing I can do about it. I made a mistake that I can't change. I choose to move forward. To let go. To let God teach me something through this. I was really struggling with this today, and then I went to my small group tonight, which changed everything. I told the group what happened, and I was prayed for. Tonight a burden was lifted. I stopped feeling the horrible gut punch feeling in my stomach. I was able to let go. Don't get me wrong, it is still hard to think about, but at least I can move on now. Life goes on. I'm sure many of you are thinking, "Man, it's just a journal." Not to me.
If I could find the person that stole my backpack, you want to know what I would do? I'd offer to take them out for a beer. Talk it over with them. Ask them why they did it. Maybe they were desperate for money. Maybe they were drunk and had poor judgment. Who knows. I just wish I could know why and how people do these things.
And then I would forgive him. And maybe gain a new friend.
But this isn't hollywood. This is life.
__________________________________________________________
I realized how much I miss California and Chico and home today. I wouldn't say I'm extremely homesick or anything, but there are things that I'm having a hard time going without. I miss grass. I miss open fields, where I can throw a disc or football around on. I miss being able to drive places. I miss familiar faces. I miss being able to get any kind of food I want and to be able to know what I'm buying at the grocery store. I miss having my own room. I miss In-n-out and mexican food. (And this is only at the two week mark! Good lord I'm pathetic.)
I know this is what I signed up for. I'm completely aware. I know this is what I asked/prayed for. I wanted to be uncomfortable. I wanted different. I wanted new. Now I know why they say "be careful what you ask for, you just might get it." Well I certainly got it. It's not an easy process. Getting accustomed to what you're not used to.
I'll end this extremely long post with a quote from Fight Club:
"A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his a** was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood."
I feel like a wad of cookie dough.
I had no idea how much those journals meant to me until today. I never realized how much I put into my writing. How much my thoughts, ideas, feelings, emotions really meant to me. I didn't just write about experiences that I was going through. I wrote about struggles, pains, hopes, joys. Things I had been working through. I may have many of these thoughts buried in my mind somewhere, but I can never get back the words I used to describe an experience that moment after I went through it.
I feel like there is supposed to be some kind of lesson to be learned here. People get "stuff" stolen all the time. Cars. Laptops. Phones. Ipods. Money. They learn how attached to "stuff" they are. Honestly, and I can't even believe I'm saying this, I think I would have rather had my camera stolen. I had insurance on that thing. Even my ipod. Would have been absolutely terrible, but it could have been replaced. I wouldn't have even minded if it were just my passport stolen. All of these things are annoying and frustrated to get stolen, but with some work, you can replace them.
I lost something that can't be replaced. I don't want to overdramatize (is that a word?) this or anything, but man this sucks.
I've realized that there are two ways to respond to this situation. I can be filled with anger and hate, and want revenge or I can decide to move on gracefully, understanding that there is nothing I can do about it. I made a mistake that I can't change. I choose to move forward. To let go. To let God teach me something through this. I was really struggling with this today, and then I went to my small group tonight, which changed everything. I told the group what happened, and I was prayed for. Tonight a burden was lifted. I stopped feeling the horrible gut punch feeling in my stomach. I was able to let go. Don't get me wrong, it is still hard to think about, but at least I can move on now. Life goes on. I'm sure many of you are thinking, "Man, it's just a journal." Not to me.
If I could find the person that stole my backpack, you want to know what I would do? I'd offer to take them out for a beer. Talk it over with them. Ask them why they did it. Maybe they were desperate for money. Maybe they were drunk and had poor judgment. Who knows. I just wish I could know why and how people do these things.
And then I would forgive him. And maybe gain a new friend.
But this isn't hollywood. This is life.
__________________________________________________________
I realized how much I miss California and Chico and home today. I wouldn't say I'm extremely homesick or anything, but there are things that I'm having a hard time going without. I miss grass. I miss open fields, where I can throw a disc or football around on. I miss being able to drive places. I miss familiar faces. I miss being able to get any kind of food I want and to be able to know what I'm buying at the grocery store. I miss having my own room. I miss In-n-out and mexican food. (And this is only at the two week mark! Good lord I'm pathetic.)
I know this is what I signed up for. I'm completely aware. I know this is what I asked/prayed for. I wanted to be uncomfortable. I wanted different. I wanted new. Now I know why they say "be careful what you ask for, you just might get it." Well I certainly got it. It's not an easy process. Getting accustomed to what you're not used to.
I'll end this extremely long post with a quote from Fight Club:
"A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his a** was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood."
I feel like a wad of cookie dough.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Really?
Gone. Like yesterday. Like Al Pacino's mom. Like Keyser Soze. Gone. Like my backpack. Gone.
Here's the rundown: After school today, I went out to dinner with some friends and then went back to their apartment to hang out. After this, we went to this cool american bar called the Blind eye. Since I hadn't gone home yet, I still had my backpack with me. I hung up my coat in a lonely corner and made the mistake of leaving my backpack underneath it. It was 10 feet from this backpack all night, so I didn't think I would have a problem. After winning about 8 foosball games in a row (the highlight of the night) I went to get my stuff to go, grabbed my coat, leaned down to grab my backpa.... and just like that *poof* it's gone.
What really bothers me is that I came so close to going home like 3 different times that night. I can play the what if game all night, and I probably will, but why oh why couldn't I have just gone home. It's hard to see this turning into a blessing in disguise in any way or form right now.
Here's what I lost: The backpack itself, which kinda has sentimental meaning because I've used it for everything since 7th grade. Gloves, all my notes from my Czech class, all my pre-prague notes and ideas, my nalgene that I've been using for the past 4 years...and here is where it gets bad:
My two journals. The only things in the entire bag that I really cared about. They were priceless. I was just about to fill entire spiral notebook. Just about to be done with it and go and get a new one and leave the other one at home just to read in. I had been writing in that thing constantly since August. I wrote all about my USC experiences, and through all of last semester and into Prague. Just today on the train back from Poland I wrote three pages in reflection to my time in Prague so far.
The last thing I wrote about was about visiting Auschwitz. I'll write more about it later, but basically the feeling I came away with leaving Auschwitz was wonder at how people could be so evil. I wrote about how horrible it was that that many people died at Auschwitz for nothing more than the color of their skin and the kind of blood pumping through their veins. I hope whoever opens up that backpack tonight to examine their newly stolen treasure realizes what they've done. They gained no monetary value whatsoever. I had my wallet, my phone, and my keys on me. My ipod and camera were at home, thank God. I hope whoever stole my journals (worthless to them, priceless to me) sits down and reads them. I hope my extremely raw and private thoughts drill home in some criminal's brain. I hope they can change him. It wasn't just my thoughts, feelings and emotions that were poured into those journals, it was ideas. Story ideas. Film ideas. All gone. Just like that.
I was just entering the stage of having kind of a hard time being away from home, and friends, and familar faces and places. This pushed me over the edge. I haven't felt such righteous anger in a long time. Walking home for 15 minutes in the 30 degree cold at 2 in the morning gave me time to contemplate. I knew I had two options: To choose anger and to be filled with thoughts of revenge and hate, or I could choose to forgive, forget, let go and let God fill me with his grace. I chose the latter. But I've got to tell you, its not like I felt better all of a sudden. I understand the situation could have been worse, much worse. But it still stuck a pain in my gut that is hard for me to shake right now. I'm angry. I'm tired of always having to worry about stuff getting stolen. This is seriously going to put a dent in my confidence when it comes to bringing anything with me out into public, especially my video camera.
Please pray for me. I need it. I don't really have anyone around that I want to talk to about this. I've got friends here, but not the kind you lean on, the kind you vent with, the kind that just let you listen. I got plenty "Dude I'm sorry", "That sucks bro" and "Dude I'm sorry that sucks bro." Thanks. I know. I know, what else are they supposed to say? I'm just upset. Upset that I live in a place where I always have to watch my stuff. This wouldn't have happened back home.
I've had it. I'm going to sleep. I haven't slept for about 21 hours. I'm sleeping in, because tomorrow is the first day I'll have been able to sleep in for like 10 days.
Don't steal.
(And yeah, my passport is at home, safe and sound...)
Here's the rundown: After school today, I went out to dinner with some friends and then went back to their apartment to hang out. After this, we went to this cool american bar called the Blind eye. Since I hadn't gone home yet, I still had my backpack with me. I hung up my coat in a lonely corner and made the mistake of leaving my backpack underneath it. It was 10 feet from this backpack all night, so I didn't think I would have a problem. After winning about 8 foosball games in a row (the highlight of the night) I went to get my stuff to go, grabbed my coat, leaned down to grab my backpa.... and just like that *poof* it's gone.
What really bothers me is that I came so close to going home like 3 different times that night. I can play the what if game all night, and I probably will, but why oh why couldn't I have just gone home. It's hard to see this turning into a blessing in disguise in any way or form right now.
Here's what I lost: The backpack itself, which kinda has sentimental meaning because I've used it for everything since 7th grade. Gloves, all my notes from my Czech class, all my pre-prague notes and ideas, my nalgene that I've been using for the past 4 years...and here is where it gets bad:
My two journals. The only things in the entire bag that I really cared about. They were priceless. I was just about to fill entire spiral notebook. Just about to be done with it and go and get a new one and leave the other one at home just to read in. I had been writing in that thing constantly since August. I wrote all about my USC experiences, and through all of last semester and into Prague. Just today on the train back from Poland I wrote three pages in reflection to my time in Prague so far.
The last thing I wrote about was about visiting Auschwitz. I'll write more about it later, but basically the feeling I came away with leaving Auschwitz was wonder at how people could be so evil. I wrote about how horrible it was that that many people died at Auschwitz for nothing more than the color of their skin and the kind of blood pumping through their veins. I hope whoever opens up that backpack tonight to examine their newly stolen treasure realizes what they've done. They gained no monetary value whatsoever. I had my wallet, my phone, and my keys on me. My ipod and camera were at home, thank God. I hope whoever stole my journals (worthless to them, priceless to me) sits down and reads them. I hope my extremely raw and private thoughts drill home in some criminal's brain. I hope they can change him. It wasn't just my thoughts, feelings and emotions that were poured into those journals, it was ideas. Story ideas. Film ideas. All gone. Just like that.
I was just entering the stage of having kind of a hard time being away from home, and friends, and familar faces and places. This pushed me over the edge. I haven't felt such righteous anger in a long time. Walking home for 15 minutes in the 30 degree cold at 2 in the morning gave me time to contemplate. I knew I had two options: To choose anger and to be filled with thoughts of revenge and hate, or I could choose to forgive, forget, let go and let God fill me with his grace. I chose the latter. But I've got to tell you, its not like I felt better all of a sudden. I understand the situation could have been worse, much worse. But it still stuck a pain in my gut that is hard for me to shake right now. I'm angry. I'm tired of always having to worry about stuff getting stolen. This is seriously going to put a dent in my confidence when it comes to bringing anything with me out into public, especially my video camera.
Please pray for me. I need it. I don't really have anyone around that I want to talk to about this. I've got friends here, but not the kind you lean on, the kind you vent with, the kind that just let you listen. I got plenty "Dude I'm sorry", "That sucks bro" and "Dude I'm sorry that sucks bro." Thanks. I know. I know, what else are they supposed to say? I'm just upset. Upset that I live in a place where I always have to watch my stuff. This wouldn't have happened back home.
I've had it. I'm going to sleep. I haven't slept for about 21 hours. I'm sleeping in, because tomorrow is the first day I'll have been able to sleep in for like 10 days.
Don't steal.
(And yeah, my passport is at home, safe and sound...)
Thursday, February 7, 2008
More like the lame-bowl
Boy am I full. After eating all my words from my "Super Bowl Prediction" I am stuffed to the rafters!
Eli Manning did it. He won the big tamale. He outplayed Brett Favre and Tom Brady back to back on the road. What is happening to the world? I don't have a problem with Eli, except for the fact that he looks like he is going to cry/confused/lost/scared all the time. I just can't believe how bad the Patriots played. I mean, 14 points, in the biggest game of the (near) perfect season? Really?
That game was pretty foul too. I mean 7-3, almost all game? And this was the most watched Super Bowl ever? Ouch. I watched the game in this huge sports bar called the "Star Bar' (in english) which was about 90 degrees inside. It didn't help that my back was right next to the blazing hot heater either. And our lovely waitress wouldn't let us open the window to let in some of the 30 degree air, no matter how much we pleaded. Don't ask me why, but we tried about 3 times, and she was relentless in her quest to keeping that Sports Bar at the temperature of a Vietnam jungle. It also didn't help being that all of us were dead tired after a long day, and that the game started at 12:30 at night. But hey, I'm a true sports fan and I wouldn't miss the big game. Of course I wore my throwback orange crush Broncos shirt, while most of the other people in the place (almost all americans) were wearing Patriots gear. Needless to say, it was a rough night for them, as they got heckled by all the drunken New Yorkers.
All in all, I'm disappointed that the Pats didn't go perfect, but hey, not that big a deal, they have their 3 rings. It'll be fun to look back on "that one time when I watched the Superbowl in some random sports bar in Prague...ahhhh the good ole days."
Isn't it nice when you realize you are living in the "good ole days?"
Will update soon about the church and small group that I found. I'm heading off to Poland this weekend with some friends to see Krakow and Auschwitz, so that should be a good trip. Will put up pictures and info when I return! Now off to sleep, then to take my Czech final, and off to get a real Polish sausage!
Eli Manning did it. He won the big tamale. He outplayed Brett Favre and Tom Brady back to back on the road. What is happening to the world? I don't have a problem with Eli, except for the fact that he looks like he is going to cry/confused/lost/scared all the time. I just can't believe how bad the Patriots played. I mean, 14 points, in the biggest game of the (near) perfect season? Really?
That game was pretty foul too. I mean 7-3, almost all game? And this was the most watched Super Bowl ever? Ouch. I watched the game in this huge sports bar called the "Star Bar' (in english) which was about 90 degrees inside. It didn't help that my back was right next to the blazing hot heater either. And our lovely waitress wouldn't let us open the window to let in some of the 30 degree air, no matter how much we pleaded. Don't ask me why, but we tried about 3 times, and she was relentless in her quest to keeping that Sports Bar at the temperature of a Vietnam jungle. It also didn't help being that all of us were dead tired after a long day, and that the game started at 12:30 at night. But hey, I'm a true sports fan and I wouldn't miss the big game. Of course I wore my throwback orange crush Broncos shirt, while most of the other people in the place (almost all americans) were wearing Patriots gear. Needless to say, it was a rough night for them, as they got heckled by all the drunken New Yorkers.
All in all, I'm disappointed that the Pats didn't go perfect, but hey, not that big a deal, they have their 3 rings. It'll be fun to look back on "that one time when I watched the Superbowl in some random sports bar in Prague...ahhhh the good ole days."
Isn't it nice when you realize you are living in the "good ole days?"
Will update soon about the church and small group that I found. I'm heading off to Poland this weekend with some friends to see Krakow and Auschwitz, so that should be a good trip. Will put up pictures and info when I return! Now off to sleep, then to take my Czech final, and off to get a real Polish sausage!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Bustin' a move
You know you live in prime real estate when your washing machine drains into your bathtub.
So last night pretty much everyone from the program went to this club right by the Charles bridge called Karlovy Lazne (check it out: http://www.karlovylazne.cz/index2_en.php, I recommend taking the "virtual tour") which is this five story dance club. Each floor has a different music theme. The bottom floor (I kid you not) was dedicated to "Black music" (*tugs on collar*), and the next few floors pretty much are some kind of 70's and 80's discoteque or techno, leading to the top floor which is supposed to be relaxed and chill music. The top floor was pretty cool, because they had bean bags. Bean bags! When was the last time you and your friends hung out on bean bags in a public place?
After an extremely long night, we realized that we really didn't know how to get home, because all of the trams change after midnight. We took a random tram about halfway home, almost got lost, then walked the rest of the way. We probably got back after 4 in th morning. Finally I'm living up to the Chico State way!
Pictures! Here are the best of the trip so far!
(If you're on facebook you can look for the new albums I just put up so see some others and to see what my apartment looks like...)
It's been a week since I've been here and I'm finally starting to settle in. Now that we know we aren't moving out of our place, we can unpack all of our bags, and try our best to make this one person apartment suitable for four.
Super Bowl Prediction:
Patriots: 35, Giants 24
I'm still a little nervous because we don't know where we are going to watch it. I haven't found a pub that I know for sure will be airing the game. It'll be strange watching the game at 12:30 am. I'm hoping the Patriots win, I want to see them complete their quest for the perfect season. Honestly, I don't think Eli Manning has it in him to overcome Brady and Moss in the biggest game of his life when millions of people will be watching. Brady and co. have too much experience over this cinderella Giants team. I think it's generous of me to give the Giant's as many as 24 points in this game, but hey, they're on a hot streak and it'll continue into the big game, but it still won't be enough to stop the Perfect Pats.
So last night pretty much everyone from the program went to this club right by the Charles bridge called Karlovy Lazne (check it out: http://www.karlovylazne.cz/index2_en.php, I recommend taking the "virtual tour") which is this five story dance club. Each floor has a different music theme. The bottom floor (I kid you not) was dedicated to "Black music" (*tugs on collar*), and the next few floors pretty much are some kind of 70's and 80's discoteque or techno, leading to the top floor which is supposed to be relaxed and chill music. The top floor was pretty cool, because they had bean bags. Bean bags! When was the last time you and your friends hung out on bean bags in a public place?
After an extremely long night, we realized that we really didn't know how to get home, because all of the trams change after midnight. We took a random tram about halfway home, almost got lost, then walked the rest of the way. We probably got back after 4 in th morning. Finally I'm living up to the Chico State way!
Pictures! Here are the best of the trip so far!
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| The best of Praha |
(If you're on facebook you can look for the new albums I just put up so see some others and to see what my apartment looks like...)
It's been a week since I've been here and I'm finally starting to settle in. Now that we know we aren't moving out of our place, we can unpack all of our bags, and try our best to make this one person apartment suitable for four.
Super Bowl Prediction:
Patriots: 35, Giants 24
I'm still a little nervous because we don't know where we are going to watch it. I haven't found a pub that I know for sure will be airing the game. It'll be strange watching the game at 12:30 am. I'm hoping the Patriots win, I want to see them complete their quest for the perfect season. Honestly, I don't think Eli Manning has it in him to overcome Brady and Moss in the biggest game of his life when millions of people will be watching. Brady and co. have too much experience over this cinderella Giants team. I think it's generous of me to give the Giant's as many as 24 points in this game, but hey, they're on a hot streak and it'll continue into the big game, but it still won't be enough to stop the Perfect Pats.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Internet!
I have internet on my computer! I can use skype! I can upload pictures! Finally!!!!!
Pictures up soon.
Pictures up soon.
Settling in
So it's been almost a aweek since I've been in Prague, which is hard to believe. The first 6 days have gone by so fast, it's really been one big blur looking back on it. It seems like we had so much to do, so fast, that I never really had time to sit back and think about it. We got thrown into our apartments, taken to a pub, then a club, all on the first night. Two days later, the 40 students in the program were split into 3 groups for our Czech language intensive class. The class goes from 9 (much to the chagrin of the students) to 1:30 with two 15 minute breaks where we go and grab snacks from little shops near our school. By the way, there really is no central campus for Charles University. It's not set up like campuses back home. The buildings for the university are split up and are all over the place. We're south, down by the river. Anyways, the class has been going pretty well. We had our first quiz yesterday, and I got a 34/36, so I'm pretty pleased with that. We're learning a ton in a short amount of time, so it really takes a lot of concentration and focus, but hey, it's worth it, and it's only two weeks. The language can be tough, but its not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. By the time we're done with this mini class, I'll know enough to be polite with the locals and with people in restaurants and such.
I've already seen some of the big sights in Prague. (I have taken many pictures, but I still haven't gotten internet on my computer yet, so I can't post them quite yet...but it will be soon.) I saw the Charles Bridge and Astronomical clock, both of which lived up to the hype. The sun came out today for the first time since I've been here, which made the view from the bridge out over the river quite beautiful. There weren't that many tourists on the bridge, which also made it much more pleasant of an experience. I've also seen the old Jewish cemetary and the Spanish Synagogue. The old jewish cemetary is where all the jews from the old Ghetto's in prauge were forced to be buried. More than 20,000 jews are buried in an area the size of a football field, with more than 12 to a grave. The tombstones are overlapping, and basically out of control. It's a little depressing, but very interesting, and is located right in the middle of town. The synagogue was extremely pretty inside, and I'm sure it was the first of many to come.
I've got to say, it sure is a huge difference living in a big, bustling city. It's a strange feeling using the metro to get places. I mean, I'm a california kid who usually longboards to school. But I like the change, it's a cool feeling. Random thought: Speaking of the metro, its amazing how quiet Czech people are. A packed metro-tram is usually pretty quiet. Maybe its just because it's full of people who are strangers to each other, but its amazing how quiet these people can be. It makes you notice how loud and obnoxious americans are. Speaking of which, its pretty easy to figure out who Americans are just by looking at them. I can't tell you how many times I've walked by a person and we're looked at each other with that look of "Oh hi! You're an American too!" on our faces. Kinda funny. I'm not sure what the giveaway is, our clothes, our hairstyles, or what, but there's just something that makes it obvious.
Something cool I was thinking about: Since I've been here, I haven't turned on a TV once, have hardly listened to music, have been waking up at 8am and haven't spent hardly any time alone (besides right now actually). Does that sound like the Steven you know? (I'm sure these habits will change a little, but still.)
Alright, I'm gonna head over to some friend's apartments to hopefully download a driver that will allow me to use internet on my own computer...cross your fingers. If this doesn't work, I don't know how I'm going to use skype or upload pictures...
Nashle!
I've already seen some of the big sights in Prague. (I have taken many pictures, but I still haven't gotten internet on my computer yet, so I can't post them quite yet...but it will be soon.) I saw the Charles Bridge and Astronomical clock, both of which lived up to the hype. The sun came out today for the first time since I've been here, which made the view from the bridge out over the river quite beautiful. There weren't that many tourists on the bridge, which also made it much more pleasant of an experience. I've also seen the old Jewish cemetary and the Spanish Synagogue. The old jewish cemetary is where all the jews from the old Ghetto's in prauge were forced to be buried. More than 20,000 jews are buried in an area the size of a football field, with more than 12 to a grave. The tombstones are overlapping, and basically out of control. It's a little depressing, but very interesting, and is located right in the middle of town. The synagogue was extremely pretty inside, and I'm sure it was the first of many to come.
I've got to say, it sure is a huge difference living in a big, bustling city. It's a strange feeling using the metro to get places. I mean, I'm a california kid who usually longboards to school. But I like the change, it's a cool feeling. Random thought: Speaking of the metro, its amazing how quiet Czech people are. A packed metro-tram is usually pretty quiet. Maybe its just because it's full of people who are strangers to each other, but its amazing how quiet these people can be. It makes you notice how loud and obnoxious americans are. Speaking of which, its pretty easy to figure out who Americans are just by looking at them. I can't tell you how many times I've walked by a person and we're looked at each other with that look of "Oh hi! You're an American too!" on our faces. Kinda funny. I'm not sure what the giveaway is, our clothes, our hairstyles, or what, but there's just something that makes it obvious.
Something cool I was thinking about: Since I've been here, I haven't turned on a TV once, have hardly listened to music, have been waking up at 8am and haven't spent hardly any time alone (besides right now actually). Does that sound like the Steven you know? (I'm sure these habits will change a little, but still.)
Alright, I'm gonna head over to some friend's apartments to hopefully download a driver that will allow me to use internet on my own computer...cross your fingers. If this doesn't work, I don't know how I'm going to use skype or upload pictures...
Nashle!
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