The whereabouts: You inspire me, Mr.Frumble.

I think I have really spastic planets. Or they’re feeling guilty for the week I just had. They should feel guilty…the planets…yes. I wrote my dear mother an email last week and it ended up being about an entire page thing after thing that had happened to me that day that made it equal Mr. Frumbles Worst Day Ever. For those of you who are missing out on Mr.Frumble, well he’s a sweet little pig with a pickle car and worms for friends. I’m glad we got that cleared up.

I do admit I had a pretty unfortunate morning but things seem to have turned a tiny corner.I was pondering whether to go or not to Dortmund this weekend after the news about my essay (yes, it’s on it’s way…I’m umm…taking a break) but I had already bought my train ticket and well I work better when I’m out of the house anyways…less things to clean and procrastinate with. This morning however I managed to break my power adaptor (meaning I can’t plug in my laptop or anything else from north America that needs an outlet) and when it snapped and I got umm…zinged lets call it, it also blew the rest of my sockets so I’m looking forward to not having any light when I go back home.

Anyways I manage to whip together food for the next week in about 10 min..okay…so food for a day with the day I eat, and shuffle myself out the door trying to convince myself this isn’t the worst idea in the world and I’ll survive despite my ranging hateful and mischievous planets. They’re actually getting all the blame. So I get to the train station with half an hour to spare before my train, in that time I speed walked to find myself an adaptor (how I did that I’m still not entirely sure, they’re hard little suckers to come by), and made it back for these LogenBretzels things that I’m entirely addicted to from this one place in the main station (well they’re everywhere actually) but these ones have the perfect amount of salt on them, are only .60cents and are kept warm so they’re soft and ohhhhhhhh soooooo gooooooood. I make it to Dortmund, a city of about half a million, and well turns out it is sort of grey and ultra consumer land with it’s famous shopping district.

Okay well I made it there after being seriously and very intensely glared at for about three hours of my trip by this woman in the other set of seats across the aisle but facing my direction. A brief unintentionally judgmental character sketch (though one does pass slight judgment after being mutilated with eye daggers): I’d say mid forties, dyed hair with half root and half very obviously not natural blonde, Caucasian, glasses, oversized pink, brown and green horizontally striped shirt over a particularly substantial figure. Taking 1.3 seats substantial. Across from her, from what I gathered and him calling her mother, was her son, I’d say 16? On the duration of our trip, she whipped out three hefty sandwiches from her bag and they visited the on train restaurant once. So you can have an idea of the ummm…girth of her son. A lot of my character studies through drawing or writing are more disheartening than one would think. I find the most interesting people however so many don’t seem to be particularly joyful. But what do I know, I just watch. As much as I love people watching a lot of it does nothing more than give me more sympathy for the human condition and more of an understanding as to how little I know. So yeah….I got some good glare action…every time I looked up from my crocheting or essay I was met with what I interpreted as burning hatred…but well…what do I know, I just watch.

Speaking of characters, before I moved on to my Dortmund ramblings, Thursday proved to be particularly interesting. Because I had not known about something and had to go to this tiny but stunning part of town I had never been to before, and because it took forever to get my insurance whatnot paperwork done and it happened to be a absolutely gorgeous day and I decided to do a detour before heading back to the U-Bahn and because (I know this is going to be an absurdly long sentence) I decided to turn around and splurge on lunch at a cute little thai café (okay it was only 4 euros, but I don’t like to dine out) and I went to sit outside that I met another person I very much enjoyed. It was yet again one of my right place, right time things. I won’t go on much about them because I really have gotten sidetracked for at least a page here, however they’re completely intriguing and have some really interesting people, places and things that I really look forward to looking into, and to make my Hamburg experience even more diverse and meaningful. I also think I have a lot to learn from them, but forward march here, back to

Well, I had a hostel I was planning to stay at despite their website not working I found quite good directions and made it there easily…however it seems to be closed….yeah…I don’t know either! So well it’s only about 15:00 so I suppose I have time to find a new place before it gets dark and I start cursing or feeling sorry for myself.

So hey- I have a phone! News –flash-! It was about 20 euros and feels like a tiny toy but hey it works! Despite the fact that I don’t know what it says because it’s all in German…So anyways, where I was going with this…I phoned up a photographer friend who is also down here for the same do (same deal as in Essen more or less) and asked her what she was up to and she delightfully told me that well, her friend booked a room at a hotel with them but was unable to make it here until tomorrow….so I get it for free.

Honestly…this hotel room is bigger than my entire apartment, kitchen, living space and bedroom included...(minus the 5 other roommates) with a bathtub! Fridge! Microwave! What seem like leather couches! A bar! Well you get the point…so I’m staying in this mansion of hotel room and feeling rather princessly. I even had a bath adorned with shampoo for bubbles! It was quite nice until my bubbles popped and I remembered I was soaking in my own filth. I suppose it can’t be THAT bad…it is my own filth at least. Floating filth… Okay…I’m done with that.

Internet I’ve also discovered, as I did at my previous hotel stay is absurd. Ahhh yes 12 euros for one hour. Or hey- 33 for 24 hours! So I went to an ice cream shop and stole wandering internet signals. Borrowed. Yes…borrowed. The good thing is though I end up typing away in word documents rather than flipping through my millions of open tabs diddling about. Good for me, bad for you. Hehe.

I think of so many clever things to write on here in my daily life I’m in constant blog description mode, but at least it makes life half entertaining to me at times. I suppose it doesn’t say much…because well I think they’re clever and I’m easily entertained…. More pictures anyone?

Ahhh yeah…more boats…I failed to mention I went on a boat trip umm…last weeknd? Weekend before? Who knows anymore really…yes two weekends ago, when the time change was...there was this thing with stuff organized by people but I showed up an hour late because well I had no idea, there was three others (exchange students as well) who were in the same boat too (AHH ha ha ha aha….I’m so funny) with missing the change so we all had a little adventure together that ended somewhere in a tiny village wandering the streets in the pitch black watching people through their windows. I may even steal a photo from good ol’ facebook from one of them just to umm…document the experience for you?