It's boring, but it's a part of my life...

I am officially getting sick of writing this blog. This doesn't mean I'm going to stop, but I'm going to complain about it. It's mostly because I bought a journal before I came here. It has the Asian wave on it. Not a bunch of Asians doing the wave, but "The Great Wave," by Hokusai. It's not really me, but it was in the bargain bin at Barnes & Noble so whatevaaaz. I got it so I'd be encouraged to write, since it's what I want to do with my life, and I love it except that since I have this journal I have to write everything by hand first and it sucks to actually write. It's like writing an in class essay every day. Also, when we live in our apartment we won't have internet so easily available, but don't worry I am going to do the best I can to keep this thing going!

Our friends from Florida left. They hung by the pool with us after they checked out, as their ferry didn't leave until after dinner time. Sophie and I went inside for a bit to check Facebook and whatnot and when we came back out our friends who were still there asked us if we'd gotten said goodbye to the Florida guys. Oops. See you never.

Here there are little gypsies that go around selling 10 cent glow sticks for a Euro to all the party people. Sophie is pretty much best friends with this one girl selling them. I try to get them to like me, but kids have never really been my thing. Especially these ones who I try and make adult conversation with even though they don't exactly (at all) speak English. I won't give up! There is one who I've made pretty good head way with. She smiles a lot, but she keeps motioning to my jewelry. The jewelry that I wear every day that was my mom's and/or great aunt's. I made the mistake of trading these brand new, 20 Euro earrings, for a glow stick. Which means I paid 19 Euro for a 10 cent bracelet that breaks after one night. I won't be doing that again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me out of precious jewelry, I'm a fucking idiot.

Tomorrow, we move into our apartment and i am DETERMINED to keep it clean. Right now Sophie and I have unpacked...unloaded all our clothes and things in our hotel room. The floor literally has a rug made out of our clothes. New apartment = New leaf. It's the Alaskan's last night tonight, which is so depressing considering they are all so, so hilarious. We'll be celebrating tonight. This will be tough for Sophie, who was struggling against pure exhaustion this morning. I woke up and was absolutely parched, so I asked for the big bottle of water we'd bought in anticipation of our morning desert-mouths. Looking for it, Sophie says "Oh yeah, I chuuugged that last night," just as she finds it. Folks, there was half an inch missing, tops. These are the same big water bottles that we drank in Ireland. They're 1.5 Liters - no I can't convert that - and since everything in Europe is portioned smaller, it's the equivalent of a gallon of water in the states. So we'd always buy them, and bring them to class and get the same looks that an American would get if they were casually sippin' on a gallon jug in global.

Back to Greece. Last night was for some reason the most giddy night every. I laughed until my abs ached, minus the twenty minutes where we compared horror stories. Not like ghost stories, but like mass/fucked up murder/suicide stories about people we knew. One of our Alaskan friends was in the shower for this serious talk, so the soundtrack to the whole conversation was him singing "Empire State of Mind."

The night progressed and we got to the bars around 2:30 (Asian dentist appointment) and I have a nice little chat with a potential employer while Sophie climbed a tree in the middle of the square and then couldn't get down. She kept asking for help, but no one seemed to notice until this local actually climbed up the tree to help her down. I was oblivious to all of this.

We got pretty obnoxiously American with the Alaskans, and gave up going into bars in favor of sitting in the middle of the square just having good old fashioned conversation (shouting to try and talk over the four different club songs blasting all around us.)

Just as Sophie and I climbed into bed, our friend knocked on the door, having been sexiled. The two beds in our hotel room are pushed together (so there's more room for activities) so we took the heap of our belongings that had accumulated between us and just swept them onto the floor to make room for him. He started to thank us, to which Sophie immediately responded, "If you're gonna stay in here, shut the fuck up and fall asleep already." She's a gem.

Now we're napping before dinner time, and Sophie showed me this SNL short that is absolutely hilarious. It's about coke or drugs or something, I'm not quite sure but it's pants crapping funny and you should all watch it. She showed it to me on her iTouch, which takes forever to load because of the poor internet connection, and we had to try six billion times before it worked. On the 5,999,999,999th try, Sophie handed it to me, showing me how far we'd come (about 3/4 of the way.) I laid one finger on the screen and I froze the iPod. Very discouraging. This story pretty accurately characterizes my experiences with Sophie's iTouch so far. I'm thinking about breaking it in half.

I miss all of you! If you read this message me about your lives!