Whatever you want, fine!
Woohoo!!! I have a job!!!! Yeehaw!
Zur Zeit: I know practically nothing about said job; however, what I can gather is that it is a translation/German-English Grammar site. Jacke (a girl here also from Eau Claire) is working on it right now. It's something we can do online from the states (which means I'll be working on it when I get home...!!!!), and it sounds terrific. Mostly because I'm a lame, lame geek who likes grammar. I know. Peinlich. (See all the German I've learned!). One problem, in order to do the work I need a copy of a program called Dream Weaver... not quite sure what that is. Apparantly, you can do a month long free trial, but after that the program costs about $300 (but at least it's not Euros... And I'm not talking Gyros folks--thank GOD!). So.... if anybody (SARYN, or one of her very fancy, suave friends) knows about how I could get that cheaper, that would be just terrific. Other fun: This will probably change my end of the semester plans a little bit, because I have to go to Linz for two days to do training with Jackie and our new boss. So now I'll be going to Linz the 2nd and 3rd of July, then to Berlin that night, and on to Wittenberg... spend the 4th and the 5th in Wittenberg, then to Frankfurt on the 6th, and a train to Trier, spend the 7th-9th in Trier, and take a train back to Graz on the 10th,11th and 12th in Graz, 13th to Vienna, and then--baby--I'm coming home.
To my parents couch.
In other news: Brent's here in beautiful, stiflingly sunny, Austria's city of roses--Graz. From Thursday to Sunday we went on a crazy bender with my pal Meg (who I will be seeing once, maybe twice once we fly home, and it will be very very sad) and Brent from Thursday to Sunday. Which is to say, Meg and I each split a third of a small beer and immediately passed out in a drunken stupor, waking up with absolutely no recollection as to where, oh where, we had left our pants.
The following: a brief history of my life as a drunk:
Thursday: We spent a relatively benign day drinking the most amazing hot chocolate ever to grace the earth's surface and eating many varieties of strudels. That evening, in a bald-faced lie effort to prove to Brent that we were in fact care-free and hilarious girls of leisure--rather than the pubescently awkward low-tolerance hacks we really are--we took Brent to an Irish pub, where we got embarrassingly shitfaced just by walking into an alcohol selling establishment and smelling their wares.
Friday: The next day, still drunk from the raucus 15 minute night life of the evening before, we bused ourselves to the Puntigamer brewery--an old, famous in Graz, and sort of okay brewery--with good intentions on going on a crazy and fun Austrian brewery tour (See Brent! SEE!!! We are soooo fun!!! We do this ALL the time!!! --us falling into a dumpster--). The brewery was closed. So, we went to the restaurant next to it, which wasn't in fact a part of the brewery, ate an amazing meal, and drank for the afternoon (read... two beers. Our tolerance was reaching for the stars!). That day we decided it would just super to visit Munich for the weekend. Wouldn't it just be super? So off we went.
Saturday: We left Graz at 8:30 am. After a slight misunderstanding as to where exactly the border between Austria and Germany is (p.s. it is not, in fact, in Linz, and if you ask them about a schoenes Wochenende ticket (the "Great Weekend" ticket for E30 that you can put up to 5 people on and go anywhere in Germany from 2am Saturday to 2am Sunday) there, all they'll be doing is telling you to have a nice weekend back), we arrived in Munich at about 5pm. We also took a bus for part of the way, which was especially fun, and almost stole our buzz. Crafty bus! We then went to the Hofbrauehaus, the oldest and largest brew house in Germany, well known for it's raucus good time and live polka band. We ate weiss wurst (with the skin on, which we later learned was a disgusting, rude way to ruin their fine regional cuisine), and drank beer with many other nationalites. How very eurotrash of us! Two liters of beer later (Two Liters!!!) we found our way home, ate a lot of bread and salami, and fell fast asleep in our 95 degree 8 person dorm.
Sunday: We felt fine, alright!
It was a great day, and nobody felt sick. Sure we didn't drink beer at 9am like the rest of the Bavarians. But who drinks beer that early anyway? Who even looks at it without getting a little woozy? Alright then. Stop judging.
We went to Marienplatz, watched the Glockenspiel go off (for which the entire city stops what it's doing and stands in awe, weeping from the overwhelming joy of it all), went to the English Gardens, and saw the university. A good, fine day had by all, we climbed aboard our train, sober and refreshed, and made our way home past Salzburg and through the beautiful alpine sunset, complete with a full rainbow--of skittles.
No, but really. A rainbow in the alps. It was almost too much.
Don't worry, we got pictures.
Zur Zeit: I know practically nothing about said job; however, what I can gather is that it is a translation/German-English Grammar site. Jacke (a girl here also from Eau Claire) is working on it right now. It's something we can do online from the states (which means I'll be working on it when I get home...!!!!), and it sounds terrific. Mostly because I'm a lame, lame geek who likes grammar. I know. Peinlich. (See all the German I've learned!). One problem, in order to do the work I need a copy of a program called Dream Weaver... not quite sure what that is. Apparantly, you can do a month long free trial, but after that the program costs about $300 (but at least it's not Euros... And I'm not talking Gyros folks--thank GOD!). So.... if anybody (SARYN, or one of her very fancy, suave friends) knows about how I could get that cheaper, that would be just terrific. Other fun: This will probably change my end of the semester plans a little bit, because I have to go to Linz for two days to do training with Jackie and our new boss. So now I'll be going to Linz the 2nd and 3rd of July, then to Berlin that night, and on to Wittenberg... spend the 4th and the 5th in Wittenberg, then to Frankfurt on the 6th, and a train to Trier, spend the 7th-9th in Trier, and take a train back to Graz on the 10th,11th and 12th in Graz, 13th to Vienna, and then--baby--I'm coming home.
To my parents couch.
In other news: Brent's here in beautiful, stiflingly sunny, Austria's city of roses--Graz. From Thursday to Sunday we went on a crazy bender with my pal Meg (who I will be seeing once, maybe twice once we fly home, and it will be very very sad) and Brent from Thursday to Sunday. Which is to say, Meg and I each split a third of a small beer and immediately passed out in a drunken stupor, waking up with absolutely no recollection as to where, oh where, we had left our pants.
The following: a brief history of my life as a drunk:
Thursday: We spent a relatively benign day drinking the most amazing hot chocolate ever to grace the earth's surface and eating many varieties of strudels. That evening, in a bald-faced lie effort to prove to Brent that we were in fact care-free and hilarious girls of leisure--rather than the pubescently awkward low-tolerance hacks we really are--we took Brent to an Irish pub, where we got embarrassingly shitfaced just by walking into an alcohol selling establishment and smelling their wares.
Friday: The next day, still drunk from the raucus 15 minute night life of the evening before, we bused ourselves to the Puntigamer brewery--an old, famous in Graz, and sort of okay brewery--with good intentions on going on a crazy and fun Austrian brewery tour (See Brent! SEE!!! We are soooo fun!!! We do this ALL the time!!! --us falling into a dumpster--). The brewery was closed. So, we went to the restaurant next to it, which wasn't in fact a part of the brewery, ate an amazing meal, and drank for the afternoon (read... two beers. Our tolerance was reaching for the stars!). That day we decided it would just super to visit Munich for the weekend. Wouldn't it just be super? So off we went.
Saturday: We left Graz at 8:30 am. After a slight misunderstanding as to where exactly the border between Austria and Germany is (p.s. it is not, in fact, in Linz, and if you ask them about a schoenes Wochenende ticket (the "Great Weekend" ticket for E30 that you can put up to 5 people on and go anywhere in Germany from 2am Saturday to 2am Sunday) there, all they'll be doing is telling you to have a nice weekend back), we arrived in Munich at about 5pm. We also took a bus for part of the way, which was especially fun, and almost stole our buzz. Crafty bus! We then went to the Hofbrauehaus, the oldest and largest brew house in Germany, well known for it's raucus good time and live polka band. We ate weiss wurst (with the skin on, which we later learned was a disgusting, rude way to ruin their fine regional cuisine), and drank beer with many other nationalites. How very eurotrash of us! Two liters of beer later (Two Liters!!!) we found our way home, ate a lot of bread and salami, and fell fast asleep in our 95 degree 8 person dorm.
Sunday: We felt fine, alright!
It was a great day, and nobody felt sick. Sure we didn't drink beer at 9am like the rest of the Bavarians. But who drinks beer that early anyway? Who even looks at it without getting a little woozy? Alright then. Stop judging.
We went to Marienplatz, watched the Glockenspiel go off (for which the entire city stops what it's doing and stands in awe, weeping from the overwhelming joy of it all), went to the English Gardens, and saw the university. A good, fine day had by all, we climbed aboard our train, sober and refreshed, and made our way home past Salzburg and through the beautiful alpine sunset, complete with a full rainbow--of skittles.
No, but really. A rainbow in the alps. It was almost too much.
Don't worry, we got pictures.
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