The Gubernator's Butt
Where to start...
First, I'm just going to keep track here of weird American things I notice. Today's strangeness? Butter spray. Or actually, the stuff that's in our fridge, which is "I can't believe it's not butter!" spray. :-
Of course, this is just stalling. I'm sure the title has aroused your curiosity, and that you're just dying to know what it's referring to (ok, so I'm exaggerating, bear with me), but I won't get to that just yet.
On the nice side of American things, the books I ordered on Amazon last monday arrived today. Neuromancer (Gibson), Quicksilver (Stephenson) and "The Best American Non-Required Reading 2004", edited by the always amazing Dave Eggers, and with a foreword by Viggo Mortensen (he looks great in Aragorn getup AND he writes? Woo.)
It's too bad I won't have time to start reading this weekend. I have a midterm on monday, study questions due on tuesday, and on wednesday homework due and another midterm. I've decided to keep some space for relaxation though: we're going to Venice Beach on saturday afternoon.
Alright, enough stalling already. Let's get to Ah-nulds bottom. I'll be honest, I waited with it so long because it's not that impressive. Nope, I did not happen to enter a bathroom where, just by accident, the governator was just pulling his pants back up, nor did I find incriminating photographs. I just watched "The Terminator" in film class yesterday (to give the class some status, we first watched an experimental french movie, but that was only 20 minutes) and in it, Schwarzy arrives on earth nekkid from the future. It's strange. We find it normal to see an actor's posterior, but it's strange when you realize that the behind is now part of a politician.
After film class, I went to the EAP party. It was nice, especially because everyone had either been on exchange or was now on exchange. We realised there was a group bigger and more invasive than the Dutch: the Germans from Maastricht. Seriously, we met at least 4. After the party, a group of us (including me (duh), Sylvia, Tanya (who'd just come back from Moscow), Tristen, Jordan (yet another Aussie, or actually, I believe that would be insulting to him because he'd from New-Zealand. Oh well. The accent is the same to me ;-) ), and Brigid (she was an Aussie) went to Ackerman Union to see The Incredibles, and we were joined there by Maria.
One more thing I like about the US, or actually about UCLA: 2 dollar movies. Next week it's "The Motorcycle Diaries" and I'm definitely going.
It was a very fun movie, I recommend it to anyone, and after it we ended up, somehow, at the apartment of a guy called Benson, a friend of Jordan's.
Yes another thing I like: it's considered normal for a group of complete strangers to drop in at the apartment of some other complete strangers with an elaborate assortment of hard liquor.
Oh, I didn't drink anything. I had class today (then tomorrow) at 8, and I knew tired was bad, but tired and hungover was worse. I kept to it, too, I only had one sip of very good, imported from Mexico tequila.
From left to right, top to bottom: Sylvia, me, Brigid, Benson and Tristen.
So we had fun. We discussed politics with Benson's housemate Noah, Sylvia tried to talk indonesian with Benson, and, well, basically it was quarter past two before I realised it. By that time Tristen was hungry and everyone went with him to Westwood, but thinking of my early class I only walked with them for a while and then went back to my apartment.
Unfortunately, Lisa and especially Terry had been worried about me (I'd told Nicole I had a party, but she was in Orange, and I had not expected to come home this late). Maybe I should get a phone.
I woke up amazingly awake this morning at seven (the two cups of coffee might have had something to do with my staying awake, but getting out of bed and making the coffee was no problem, in any case), and from then there's not much to tell. Classes, classes, classes, hanging out between classes, mostly reading (I found the reading room!) for my Genetics midterm on monday.
In half an hour I'm going over to Sylvia's to see what we'll have for dinner (another reason to get a phone: there is no bell), and then we'll see from there. I'm all for finding a party, but Friday nights are always a bit slower, because so many people go home for the weekend.
Wow....Even when barely anything happens these entries get looooooooooooooong. Oh, and sorry for the quality of the picture: I had not brought my camera, this picture was made with Benson's phone. Tristen, Brigid and Sylvia made pictured too, though, so I'll post a nicer one later.
Cheers,
H.
First, I'm just going to keep track here of weird American things I notice. Today's strangeness? Butter spray. Or actually, the stuff that's in our fridge, which is "I can't believe it's not butter!" spray. :-
Of course, this is just stalling. I'm sure the title has aroused your curiosity, and that you're just dying to know what it's referring to (ok, so I'm exaggerating, bear with me), but I won't get to that just yet.
On the nice side of American things, the books I ordered on Amazon last monday arrived today. Neuromancer (Gibson), Quicksilver (Stephenson) and "The Best American Non-Required Reading 2004", edited by the always amazing Dave Eggers, and with a foreword by Viggo Mortensen (he looks great in Aragorn getup AND he writes? Woo.)
It's too bad I won't have time to start reading this weekend. I have a midterm on monday, study questions due on tuesday, and on wednesday homework due and another midterm. I've decided to keep some space for relaxation though: we're going to Venice Beach on saturday afternoon.
Alright, enough stalling already. Let's get to Ah-nulds bottom. I'll be honest, I waited with it so long because it's not that impressive. Nope, I did not happen to enter a bathroom where, just by accident, the governator was just pulling his pants back up, nor did I find incriminating photographs. I just watched "The Terminator" in film class yesterday (to give the class some status, we first watched an experimental french movie, but that was only 20 minutes) and in it, Schwarzy arrives on earth nekkid from the future. It's strange. We find it normal to see an actor's posterior, but it's strange when you realize that the behind is now part of a politician.
After film class, I went to the EAP party. It was nice, especially because everyone had either been on exchange or was now on exchange. We realised there was a group bigger and more invasive than the Dutch: the Germans from Maastricht. Seriously, we met at least 4. After the party, a group of us (including me (duh), Sylvia, Tanya (who'd just come back from Moscow), Tristen, Jordan (yet another Aussie, or actually, I believe that would be insulting to him because he'd from New-Zealand. Oh well. The accent is the same to me ;-) ), and Brigid (she was an Aussie) went to Ackerman Union to see The Incredibles, and we were joined there by Maria.
One more thing I like about the US, or actually about UCLA: 2 dollar movies. Next week it's "The Motorcycle Diaries" and I'm definitely going.
It was a very fun movie, I recommend it to anyone, and after it we ended up, somehow, at the apartment of a guy called Benson, a friend of Jordan's.
Yes another thing I like: it's considered normal for a group of complete strangers to drop in at the apartment of some other complete strangers with an elaborate assortment of hard liquor.
Oh, I didn't drink anything. I had class today (then tomorrow) at 8, and I knew tired was bad, but tired and hungover was worse. I kept to it, too, I only had one sip of very good, imported from Mexico tequila.
From left to right, top to bottom: Sylvia, me, Brigid, Benson and Tristen.
So we had fun. We discussed politics with Benson's housemate Noah, Sylvia tried to talk indonesian with Benson, and, well, basically it was quarter past two before I realised it. By that time Tristen was hungry and everyone went with him to Westwood, but thinking of my early class I only walked with them for a while and then went back to my apartment.
Unfortunately, Lisa and especially Terry had been worried about me (I'd told Nicole I had a party, but she was in Orange, and I had not expected to come home this late). Maybe I should get a phone.
I woke up amazingly awake this morning at seven (the two cups of coffee might have had something to do with my staying awake, but getting out of bed and making the coffee was no problem, in any case), and from then there's not much to tell. Classes, classes, classes, hanging out between classes, mostly reading (I found the reading room!) for my Genetics midterm on monday.
In half an hour I'm going over to Sylvia's to see what we'll have for dinner (another reason to get a phone: there is no bell), and then we'll see from there. I'm all for finding a party, but Friday nights are always a bit slower, because so many people go home for the weekend.
Wow....Even when barely anything happens these entries get looooooooooooooong. Oh, and sorry for the quality of the picture: I had not brought my camera, this picture was made with Benson's phone. Tristen, Brigid and Sylvia made pictured too, though, so I'll post a nicer one later.
Cheers,
H.
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