28th of February
Back to work, I took the ferry today, again the metro caused me some problems and I only just caught the ferry because I decided to skip the visit at peet's coffee and grab coffee at work instead, I had an apple, but when I took a bit it looked weird inside so I threw it out and got myself a fiber/fruit/something bar for breakfast and then head to the food court on my way to work, I was really surprised when I found out that 5 LB oranges costed $1, that is hella cheap as they say in LA.
I went on to work via the scenic route, for lunch I had chinese but I brought it back so I could work while I ate. I caught a ride to the city back, I made sausages for dinner and prepared sausages for lunch next day.
Day 26
27th of February
So today was sunday, pretty laid back, didn't have as bad a hangover as I would have expected, but I sat around the house all day, first I finished my rubik's cube, then I burned out CD's for GDC next week, while I watched tv. I went out to find some food for dinner, I went to haight st. which had a lot of different possibilities, but ended up buying to slices of pizza at a pizzaria not far from where I live, I went back ate and watched tv, a little later Artemis came home and we talked shortly before I went to bed.
So today was sunday, pretty laid back, didn't have as bad a hangover as I would have expected, but I sat around the house all day, first I finished my rubik's cube, then I burned out CD's for GDC next week, while I watched tv. I went out to find some food for dinner, I went to haight st. which had a lot of different possibilities, but ended up buying to slices of pizza at a pizzaria not far from where I live, I went back ate and watched tv, a little later Artemis came home and we talked shortly before I went to bed.
Day 25
26th of February
Okay, today I went to myir woods, finally! Bo had gotten a ride with a guy from his work at double fine, and a friend of his, so we were five in total with friederikke who also really wanted to go to myir woods before she went back to germany, we met up with the car and the guys driving it around 9-10 AM and drove out to myir woods, they wanted to go down a different path, but it was closed so we had to go through the touristy part of the woods, myir woods is a national park with huge redwood trees.
Walking through the forest i half expected to see ewoks running around in te bushes, but I had no such luck, we walked until around 3-4 PM and stopped at something called the something-theatre with basically was a amphi-theatre in the middle of the forest, it had a pretty good view and we took a break there before going down. I was pretty disappointed with the lack of animals trying to kill me, there were signs with mountain-lions and rattle snakes, but not once did I get eaten or poisoned.
We stopped at a brewery/restaurant on the way home I got a delicious pizza and a pale ale, when we came to downtown San Francisco I talked bo into joining me in the mission district to find some funky clothes, but we failed at finding anything but a really awesome shop I need to visit next weekend to look at hats.
When I got home I took a shower and got ready to hit the town, I was a bit tired, but after a short while Artemis came home with her boyfriend and they brought beer and bourbon, the two most important b's in beverages, or something. I got pretty smashed and we went to the bar we thought was playing japanese american folk yodelling gig, but we were wrong, so slightly confused we ate a pizza and drank some alkohol, since it was a pizza + beer bar, after discovering the fact that we were on the wrong bar we went on to the correct bar, to hear what I can only fail to describe effectively but will try to do anyway, a japanese guy with a heavy accent, singing american folk songs and yodelling. Now that might sound pretty weird, but it was even more weirdtacular than that.
When I finally got to bed I was really drunk, then I slept woke up went upstairs, failed to puke my guts out stuck my hand down my throat, threw up and slept like a baby when I came back to bed.
Okay, today I went to myir woods, finally! Bo had gotten a ride with a guy from his work at double fine, and a friend of his, so we were five in total with friederikke who also really wanted to go to myir woods before she went back to germany, we met up with the car and the guys driving it around 9-10 AM and drove out to myir woods, they wanted to go down a different path, but it was closed so we had to go through the touristy part of the woods, myir woods is a national park with huge redwood trees.
Walking through the forest i half expected to see ewoks running around in te bushes, but I had no such luck, we walked until around 3-4 PM and stopped at something called the something-theatre with basically was a amphi-theatre in the middle of the forest, it had a pretty good view and we took a break there before going down. I was pretty disappointed with the lack of animals trying to kill me, there were signs with mountain-lions and rattle snakes, but not once did I get eaten or poisoned.
We stopped at a brewery/restaurant on the way home I got a delicious pizza and a pale ale, when we came to downtown San Francisco I talked bo into joining me in the mission district to find some funky clothes, but we failed at finding anything but a really awesome shop I need to visit next weekend to look at hats.
When I got home I took a shower and got ready to hit the town, I was a bit tired, but after a short while Artemis came home with her boyfriend and they brought beer and bourbon, the two most important b's in beverages, or something. I got pretty smashed and we went to the bar we thought was playing japanese american folk yodelling gig, but we were wrong, so slightly confused we ate a pizza and drank some alkohol, since it was a pizza + beer bar, after discovering the fact that we were on the wrong bar we went on to the correct bar, to hear what I can only fail to describe effectively but will try to do anyway, a japanese guy with a heavy accent, singing american folk songs and yodelling. Now that might sound pretty weird, but it was even more weirdtacular than that.
When I finally got to bed I was really drunk, then I slept woke up went upstairs, failed to puke my guts out stuck my hand down my throat, threw up and slept like a baby when I came back to bed.
Day 24
25th of February
Today i took the ferry, I got down on the metro, got on the train, that for some reason had decided to be REALLY slow and stand still on every platform for two minutes before opening the doors, so I got to the ferry too late, I went to peet's and got coffee and waited for the next ferry.
I took the scenic route and I think I saw a hummingbird, when i got home for work I wrote my thesis, so not much excitement that friday.
Today i took the ferry, I got down on the metro, got on the train, that for some reason had decided to be REALLY slow and stand still on every platform for two minutes before opening the doors, so I got to the ferry too late, I went to peet's and got coffee and waited for the next ferry.
I took the scenic route and I think I saw a hummingbird, when i got home for work I wrote my thesis, so not much excitement that friday.
Day 23
24th of February
Okay, honestly i am writing this monday the 28th, which means it has been some time since i last had time to write in my diary, and some of my memories may be a little vague, but let us play pretend; as far as i can recall I had arranged to meet up with pete again today and I went down there, Artemis was up and we talked about the weekend again and about GDC, I got out a little late and called pete to tell im i would be five minutes late, I came to his house just as he had gotten to the car, so the timing was perfect, he drove me to work.
For dinner I went with the layoutguy i ate with yesterday, he wanted sushi, and I went to togo's, the sushi plave was closed, so he had to go to togo's aswell, we drove back because i wanted to work on my thesis and my work.
I got a ride home with the layout guy, it was a bit of a detour for him but people are nice, I spent the rest of the evening working on my thesis.
Okay, honestly i am writing this monday the 28th, which means it has been some time since i last had time to write in my diary, and some of my memories may be a little vague, but let us play pretend; as far as i can recall I had arranged to meet up with pete again today and I went down there, Artemis was up and we talked about the weekend again and about GDC, I got out a little late and called pete to tell im i would be five minutes late, I came to his house just as he had gotten to the car, so the timing was perfect, he drove me to work.
For dinner I went with the layoutguy i ate with yesterday, he wanted sushi, and I went to togo's, the sushi plave was closed, so he had to go to togo's aswell, we drove back because i wanted to work on my thesis and my work.
I got a ride home with the layout guy, it was a bit of a detour for him but people are nice, I spent the rest of the evening working on my thesis.
Day 22
23 of February
Soo... No magical girls... Meh who needs magical girls anyway.
Today I was getting a ride to work with pete, I woke up at the precise moment my phone should have woken me up, but it didn't, this was not the first time and annoyed I realized that once again my phone had run out of battery because it was searching for network like a mad-phone. But I got up and went out to meet pete where he lives.
We drove to work and I got a glaced donut because one of the testers had bought donuts, nom nom, for lunch I went to KFC with the layout-guy that is a guy, finally I had tried this poultry goodness that is KFC, now I won't have to do it any more.
I got a ride home with the guy from marketing, I think I have mentioned him before and he invited me to a motorbike party on saturday, but I was already invited to a shindig on saturday so I declined, oh yeah, after I had posted my diary yesterday artemis came home and she invited me to that shindig I was just talking about, so this weekend I'll actually get to go on a bar, listen to some music drink some alcohol and maybe meet magical girls?
But I got home and started cooking some food, while I prepared some stuff for GDC next week, I am going to burn out a bunch of CD's with my portfolio and Machine Island on them, and hand them out to people from game companies.
Oh yeah, if you don't know Machine Island check it out: http://www.machineisland.dk/
Artemis came home, I began writing on my thesis and now I am heading to bed, whilst writing this... Yawn... I is the tired, nite!
Soo... No magical girls... Meh who needs magical girls anyway.
Today I was getting a ride to work with pete, I woke up at the precise moment my phone should have woken me up, but it didn't, this was not the first time and annoyed I realized that once again my phone had run out of battery because it was searching for network like a mad-phone. But I got up and went out to meet pete where he lives.
We drove to work and I got a glaced donut because one of the testers had bought donuts, nom nom, for lunch I went to KFC with the layout-guy that is a guy, finally I had tried this poultry goodness that is KFC, now I won't have to do it any more.
I got a ride home with the guy from marketing, I think I have mentioned him before and he invited me to a motorbike party on saturday, but I was already invited to a shindig on saturday so I declined, oh yeah, after I had posted my diary yesterday artemis came home and she invited me to that shindig I was just talking about, so this weekend I'll actually get to go on a bar, listen to some music drink some alcohol and maybe meet magical girls?
But I got home and started cooking some food, while I prepared some stuff for GDC next week, I am going to burn out a bunch of CD's with my portfolio and Machine Island on them, and hand them out to people from game companies.
Oh yeah, if you don't know Machine Island check it out: http://www.machineisland.dk/
Artemis came home, I began writing on my thesis and now I am heading to bed, whilst writing this... Yawn... I is the tired, nite!
Day 21
22nd of February
Today I got up and took the metro, as I have dubbed it, got breakfast at peet's took the ferry to larkspur and walked to work, it was very nice weather so I couldn't complain really, I took the scenic route and got a little late for work, but it wasn't too bad.
I got chinese for lunch with one of the two remaining layout-guys, one of which is actually a girl so the term layout-guys is less fitting when it is a guy and a girl, instead of two guys and a girl, anyway, I went with the guy to a chinese restaurant and had some very good chinese food.
When I got off work I caught a ride with pete, who were recuperating from directing episode 2 of Back to the Future the game, which reminds me, if you do play the game then notice the lipsync on the songs in episode 2, I did most of those, but only the lipsync, I can tell you now because the game is released.
He put me of on haight st. because he needed to grab some dinner, and I bet he needed to relax for a bit and be on his own, as he was still recuperating as I mentioned, so I went home, I got lost for a bit, but when do I not get lost? I got home started preparing food, which I will eat in a little while, afterwards I'll write more on my thesis paper, I am having a bit difficulties writing about games without being biased and leaning towards glorifying computer games as the ultimate media for story-telling. But I'll try my best to be objective and not let computer games' awesomeness overpower my obligation to portray film a competitive media.
Maybe more excitement will come my way tonight, but I seriously doubt that a.. Let's say, about 1,60 m. slim, tall brunette, with emerald-green eyes, an original yet appealing fashion-sense, in her early twenties will magically fall into my lap, AND that we would both be into each other, because each of those two happen all the time, but at the same time, now that would be exciting. And no, the blond 1,50 m, hazel-eyed flirty girl in a very lowcut red dress, that magically appeared in my lap about two minutes ago is not considered exciting, though she did give me the idea to write about what would be, so if you are a magical girl fitting my description don't hesitate to suddenly appear in my lap.. Or right now you would appear in the middle of a table, so maybe you should just appear very near me so you wouldn't get stuck in any furniture.
And yes, if such a girl magically appears, I'll be sure to write about it.
Today I got up and took the metro, as I have dubbed it, got breakfast at peet's took the ferry to larkspur and walked to work, it was very nice weather so I couldn't complain really, I took the scenic route and got a little late for work, but it wasn't too bad.
I got chinese for lunch with one of the two remaining layout-guys, one of which is actually a girl so the term layout-guys is less fitting when it is a guy and a girl, instead of two guys and a girl, anyway, I went with the guy to a chinese restaurant and had some very good chinese food.
When I got off work I caught a ride with pete, who were recuperating from directing episode 2 of Back to the Future the game, which reminds me, if you do play the game then notice the lipsync on the songs in episode 2, I did most of those, but only the lipsync, I can tell you now because the game is released.
He put me of on haight st. because he needed to grab some dinner, and I bet he needed to relax for a bit and be on his own, as he was still recuperating as I mentioned, so I went home, I got lost for a bit, but when do I not get lost? I got home started preparing food, which I will eat in a little while, afterwards I'll write more on my thesis paper, I am having a bit difficulties writing about games without being biased and leaning towards glorifying computer games as the ultimate media for story-telling. But I'll try my best to be objective and not let computer games' awesomeness overpower my obligation to portray film a competitive media.
Maybe more excitement will come my way tonight, but I seriously doubt that a.. Let's say, about 1,60 m. slim, tall brunette, with emerald-green eyes, an original yet appealing fashion-sense, in her early twenties will magically fall into my lap, AND that we would both be into each other, because each of those two happen all the time, but at the same time, now that would be exciting. And no, the blond 1,50 m, hazel-eyed flirty girl in a very lowcut red dress, that magically appeared in my lap about two minutes ago is not considered exciting, though she did give me the idea to write about what would be, so if you are a magical girl fitting my description don't hesitate to suddenly appear in my lap.. Or right now you would appear in the middle of a table, so maybe you should just appear very near me so you wouldn't get stuck in any furniture.
And yes, if such a girl magically appears, I'll be sure to write about it.
Day 20
21th of February
Not much exciting has been going on today, got up late, began writing on my thesis, then I went down and met with bo to look at hats, oh yeah! It was president's day, which meant I didn't go to work, so that's why I could sleep and go hat shopping.
We went to a couple of different stores, we went to two really expensive stores that sold gentlemen's clothes, which were suits that costed 10 times as much as they should, common hats for $100, fake ducks and hunting clothes, you could really tell that the people who usually did their shopping there was billionaires, and they didn't really appreciate us being in their fancy shop since we clearly could not afford to pay $50 for a $5 snickers bar.
But bo did get himself a nice hat in a much cheaper store. I got myself a new jacket for $50, which was just as much as it seemed the gentlemen stores would want me to pay for a snickers bar, had they had snickers bars in stock, and it was a nice jacket to!
We got nachos for lunch, then I went home and wrote on my thesis and on these diary pages, so now it's time for bed since I ave to get up tomorrow and get the ferry to work. Good night, or good morning since you are just getting up as I write this shizzle!
Not much exciting has been going on today, got up late, began writing on my thesis, then I went down and met with bo to look at hats, oh yeah! It was president's day, which meant I didn't go to work, so that's why I could sleep and go hat shopping.
We went to a couple of different stores, we went to two really expensive stores that sold gentlemen's clothes, which were suits that costed 10 times as much as they should, common hats for $100, fake ducks and hunting clothes, you could really tell that the people who usually did their shopping there was billionaires, and they didn't really appreciate us being in their fancy shop since we clearly could not afford to pay $50 for a $5 snickers bar.
But bo did get himself a nice hat in a much cheaper store. I got myself a new jacket for $50, which was just as much as it seemed the gentlemen stores would want me to pay for a snickers bar, had they had snickers bars in stock, and it was a nice jacket to!
We got nachos for lunch, then I went home and wrote on my thesis and on these diary pages, so now it's time for bed since I ave to get up tomorrow and get the ferry to work. Good night, or good morning since you are just getting up as I write this shizzle!
Day 19
20th of February
So today the weather was good, which meant we would try to get to myir woods, we went to the bus that was going to take us to sausalito, and waiting for the bus I noticed a gang-member talking with a dude sitting behind us, he showed the guy were he has had his finger chopped off, and I could clearly see some of his gang tattoos, pretty crazy, we changed bus and after a short ride we tried to walk the rest of the way, but we decided it was too dangerous when there was road turns every 5 meters and 20 cm of ground to walk on.
We headed back down to the town and tried getting hold of a taxi that might take us out there, but we decided to walk back to sausalito in stead, it was a good one and a half hour walk, then we took the ferry to fisherman's wharf and went towards the ferry building, we ate dinner in an (almost) all organic restaurant I got pizza with duck.
Then we went to bo's place played a little guitar, and I talked bo into going to a bar with me, since I could use a beer and I didn't want to go alone, so we went around and finally found a place called rogue or the rogue or something similar and we just sat and talked, there weren't many girls to look at and I had to get home as well, so after two beers we called it a day and I went my merry way. Home that is, and then I slept.
So today the weather was good, which meant we would try to get to myir woods, we went to the bus that was going to take us to sausalito, and waiting for the bus I noticed a gang-member talking with a dude sitting behind us, he showed the guy were he has had his finger chopped off, and I could clearly see some of his gang tattoos, pretty crazy, we changed bus and after a short ride we tried to walk the rest of the way, but we decided it was too dangerous when there was road turns every 5 meters and 20 cm of ground to walk on.
We headed back down to the town and tried getting hold of a taxi that might take us out there, but we decided to walk back to sausalito in stead, it was a good one and a half hour walk, then we took the ferry to fisherman's wharf and went towards the ferry building, we ate dinner in an (almost) all organic restaurant I got pizza with duck.
Then we went to bo's place played a little guitar, and I talked bo into going to a bar with me, since I could use a beer and I didn't want to go alone, so we went around and finally found a place called rogue or the rogue or something similar and we just sat and talked, there weren't many girls to look at and I had to get home as well, so after two beers we called it a day and I went my merry way. Home that is, and then I slept.
Day 18
19th of February
Today I got up and got myself down to bo's place, it was rainy so we decided not to head to myir woods as we had planned to do, so instead we went to a very underground very secret photo-exhibition, apart from us there were seven people who all knew each other and clearly were connected to the place.
So after we talked about how the composition of the buttons in the elevator really captures the struggle in society to strife towards materialism, we went out of the artsy exhibition and went to the museum of cartoon arts, yes as if expressionistic photographs weren't enough we went to look at cartoons, fortunately this was less expressionistic and pretentious, which was good because I was already dangerously near a hipster-artist-overdose! But on the upside there was two girls we paid admittance to, and one of them was very talkative for the half minute between me telling them we were from an animation school and us getting inside to the exhibition.
Anyway, it was pretty standard stuff, they had a couple of originals from looney toons, a couple of layouts, and a lot of satirical and newspaper comics. After seeing the museum we took a look in the museum store but there was nothing of interest except pez, but I didn't even buy those. We got back to bo's place and relaxed for a bit, then bo and I went out to find some food, we found a really good italian restaurant just across the street from all the strip clubs, anyway we got some food and after that I went home, I am being kinda quick about this entry, and the next couple of entries since I got behind on my diary schedule.
Today I got up and got myself down to bo's place, it was rainy so we decided not to head to myir woods as we had planned to do, so instead we went to a very underground very secret photo-exhibition, apart from us there were seven people who all knew each other and clearly were connected to the place.
So after we talked about how the composition of the buttons in the elevator really captures the struggle in society to strife towards materialism, we went out of the artsy exhibition and went to the museum of cartoon arts, yes as if expressionistic photographs weren't enough we went to look at cartoons, fortunately this was less expressionistic and pretentious, which was good because I was already dangerously near a hipster-artist-overdose! But on the upside there was two girls we paid admittance to, and one of them was very talkative for the half minute between me telling them we were from an animation school and us getting inside to the exhibition.
Anyway, it was pretty standard stuff, they had a couple of originals from looney toons, a couple of layouts, and a lot of satirical and newspaper comics. After seeing the museum we took a look in the museum store but there was nothing of interest except pez, but I didn't even buy those. We got back to bo's place and relaxed for a bit, then bo and I went out to find some food, we found a really good italian restaurant just across the street from all the strip clubs, anyway we got some food and after that I went home, I am being kinda quick about this entry, and the next couple of entries since I got behind on my diary schedule.
Day 17
18th of February
So today it didn't rain at least, I went down to Castro station and took the metro/underground-train/whatever.. Actually let's just call it the metro..
I got up and began walking, I walked for about 15 minutes and thought it strange that I hadn't come to the ferry building yet, but I walked on believing it soon would appear within view, then I saw a metro access, and I thought that was strange so I began looking for the ferry building, and it turned out I had walked the wrong way.
I ran and walked back towards the ferry building, but I knew it was too late anyway, so I stopped running and went in to grab some coffee and breakfast at peet's the coffee was better this time, but I did pour more sugar and milk in it this time, so maybe there is some sort of coffee sugar/milk relation that determines the taste of the coffee, I will have to remember this.
I got on the ferry and walked by the scenic route to work, took some pictures of a stupid bird that kept doing stuff I didn't want it to do and being annoyingly posed all the time, there was bagels and fruit at work, so I didn't go to lunch.
Later I caught a ride with one of the layout-guys, who now sadly is an ex-layout-guy since his contract expired and the company did not renew it, “c'est la vie; say the old folks”, I got on the ferry with a girl who works with customers and grabbed a beer.
Then I met up with bo and we got ourselves chinese foods, not very good, but very cheap and exciting as you never knew what you were eating, after we got food we went back to bo's place, but not before I had got a beer and bo had got an ice tea, then we played guitar and talked until 11, where I went home and slept, and they lived happily ever after till the next day, see ya folks.
So today it didn't rain at least, I went down to Castro station and took the metro/underground-train/whatever.. Actually let's just call it the metro..
I got up and began walking, I walked for about 15 minutes and thought it strange that I hadn't come to the ferry building yet, but I walked on believing it soon would appear within view, then I saw a metro access, and I thought that was strange so I began looking for the ferry building, and it turned out I had walked the wrong way.
I ran and walked back towards the ferry building, but I knew it was too late anyway, so I stopped running and went in to grab some coffee and breakfast at peet's the coffee was better this time, but I did pour more sugar and milk in it this time, so maybe there is some sort of coffee sugar/milk relation that determines the taste of the coffee, I will have to remember this.
I got on the ferry and walked by the scenic route to work, took some pictures of a stupid bird that kept doing stuff I didn't want it to do and being annoyingly posed all the time, there was bagels and fruit at work, so I didn't go to lunch.
Later I caught a ride with one of the layout-guys, who now sadly is an ex-layout-guy since his contract expired and the company did not renew it, “c'est la vie; say the old folks”, I got on the ferry with a girl who works with customers and grabbed a beer.
Then I met up with bo and we got ourselves chinese foods, not very good, but very cheap and exciting as you never knew what you were eating, after we got food we went back to bo's place, but not before I had got a beer and bo had got an ice tea, then we played guitar and talked until 11, where I went home and slept, and they lived happily ever after till the next day, see ya folks.
Day 16
17th of February
Today I got up early, or well I tried to get up early, but I got up early enough to commute to work, I got all my stuff together and got ready to leave, despite it being really rainy outside, but before I left I realized something, I had no wallet, then began the search, I looked everywhere.
I tried writing the guy who gave me a lift yesterday, but I did not manage to get a hold of him before he was at work, so I decided to take the ferry with some money I had stashed away, when the woman who's house I live in came home, we had a cup of coffee talked and I decided to show my digital rubik's cube to her, so I got my back pack and took out my laptop, but when I tried to get it back inside my backpack it simply wouldn't fit! So I pulled whatever was in the way out of there, and guess what, it was my wallet.
I borrowed an umbrella and went to work, you wouldn't believe how funny a rainy day and a city full of steep hills are, I saw a flight of stairs with water pouring down like a waterfall, I was in a rush so unfortunately I did not get a picture.
I got on the metro/light-rail/what-ev's-man and got to the ferry just as the passengers began to leave the ferry, the trip to larkspur today was pretty awesome, which reminds me I forgot to mention that the MoA has dropped all charges, and my blog will be compensated with an extra amount of awesome this weekend! Sorry sidetracking, but the waves were pretty tall and the ferry swayed from side to side.
I had arranged for me to be picked up by one of the layout guys, which was really cool because I was already late. We grabbed lunch, I got a beef chilli and cheese sandwich, it was good but the chilli-sauce got all over the place. I arrived at work around 1.15 PM, only a bit more than 3 hours late.
When I got to San Francisco again, after a less interesting ferry-ride I went to AT&T's and got myself an american phone-number, which is essential I have realized. I got on the underground train thingy I never know what to call, and got of at castro, the gay neighbourhood, I then walked up 17th street, which is steep, and up hill all the way, so I have burned a lot of fat in my legs, which means I'm really funny looking, with fat fingers and skinny toes. I got home exhausted and tried to set the internet up correctly on mine and... okay I am gonna use a few names now and again... artemis' computer, artemis is the woman who lives in the house where I am renting a room, and I am using her name, because saying that each time is too silly, and she doesn't really fit under the term land-lady I think.
But I got it to work correctly and after doing some research on renting offices and maya and stuff one would need to start a proper company, I decided to take a shower and go to bed, so I did, or well at least the shower part, right now I am writing diary, but after this I am heading to bed so I can get up tomorrow morning and commute, and today I know where my wallet is, so no panicking tomorrow! Please, no rain tomorrow, fingers crossed. Goodnight!
Today I got up early, or well I tried to get up early, but I got up early enough to commute to work, I got all my stuff together and got ready to leave, despite it being really rainy outside, but before I left I realized something, I had no wallet, then began the search, I looked everywhere.
I tried writing the guy who gave me a lift yesterday, but I did not manage to get a hold of him before he was at work, so I decided to take the ferry with some money I had stashed away, when the woman who's house I live in came home, we had a cup of coffee talked and I decided to show my digital rubik's cube to her, so I got my back pack and took out my laptop, but when I tried to get it back inside my backpack it simply wouldn't fit! So I pulled whatever was in the way out of there, and guess what, it was my wallet.
I borrowed an umbrella and went to work, you wouldn't believe how funny a rainy day and a city full of steep hills are, I saw a flight of stairs with water pouring down like a waterfall, I was in a rush so unfortunately I did not get a picture.
I got on the metro/light-rail/what-ev's-man and got to the ferry just as the passengers began to leave the ferry, the trip to larkspur today was pretty awesome, which reminds me I forgot to mention that the MoA has dropped all charges, and my blog will be compensated with an extra amount of awesome this weekend! Sorry sidetracking, but the waves were pretty tall and the ferry swayed from side to side.
I had arranged for me to be picked up by one of the layout guys, which was really cool because I was already late. We grabbed lunch, I got a beef chilli and cheese sandwich, it was good but the chilli-sauce got all over the place. I arrived at work around 1.15 PM, only a bit more than 3 hours late.
When I got to San Francisco again, after a less interesting ferry-ride I went to AT&T's and got myself an american phone-number, which is essential I have realized. I got on the underground train thingy I never know what to call, and got of at castro, the gay neighbourhood, I then walked up 17th street, which is steep, and up hill all the way, so I have burned a lot of fat in my legs, which means I'm really funny looking, with fat fingers and skinny toes. I got home exhausted and tried to set the internet up correctly on mine and... okay I am gonna use a few names now and again... artemis' computer, artemis is the woman who lives in the house where I am renting a room, and I am using her name, because saying that each time is too silly, and she doesn't really fit under the term land-lady I think.
But I got it to work correctly and after doing some research on renting offices and maya and stuff one would need to start a proper company, I decided to take a shower and go to bed, so I did, or well at least the shower part, right now I am writing diary, but after this I am heading to bed so I can get up tomorrow morning and commute, and today I know where my wallet is, so no panicking tomorrow! Please, no rain tomorrow, fingers crossed. Goodnight!
Day 15
16th of February
This morning I had a ride to work with pete which was nice, so I got up way too early, but it was okay, I packed my stuff, took a shower and generally took my sweet time, I got outside around 9 and got picked up a few minutes later, the weather was nice compared to the last couple of days, but pete told me that just one hour ago it had been hailing, which I hadn't noticed at all.
But I got to work and started doing all the stuff I am not allowed to tell you about, but for lunch I went with the layout guys as usual, on the way I saw a double rainbow and pointed it out and they began laughing because it reminded them of an autotuned song, tat I didn't know of, so we heard that on the way to togo's where I got myself a sandwich, good stuff!
Back at work I kept at it, and around 6.30 I caught a ride back home, I began working on my rubik's cube, because no one was home, yesterday after I had written my diary my 'landlady' got home and we had tea and talked, she gave me a couple of beers, and we had a nice time, she's not at home tonight, and I'm not really hungry so I'll head to bed, tomorrow I am commuting so I'll have to get up early, see ya all!
This morning I had a ride to work with pete which was nice, so I got up way too early, but it was okay, I packed my stuff, took a shower and generally took my sweet time, I got outside around 9 and got picked up a few minutes later, the weather was nice compared to the last couple of days, but pete told me that just one hour ago it had been hailing, which I hadn't noticed at all.
But I got to work and started doing all the stuff I am not allowed to tell you about, but for lunch I went with the layout guys as usual, on the way I saw a double rainbow and pointed it out and they began laughing because it reminded them of an autotuned song, tat I didn't know of, so we heard that on the way to togo's where I got myself a sandwich, good stuff!
Back at work I kept at it, and around 6.30 I caught a ride back home, I began working on my rubik's cube, because no one was home, yesterday after I had written my diary my 'landlady' got home and we had tea and talked, she gave me a couple of beers, and we had a nice time, she's not at home tonight, and I'm not really hungry so I'll head to bed, tomorrow I am commuting so I'll have to get up early, see ya all!
Day 14
15th of February
So this morning I got up early and checked my mail to see if I could catch a ride to work, which I apparently couldn't (mostly because I foolishly forgot to ensure a ride while I was at work), so I went back down to sleep for 15 minutes and got up again and went down to the metro, or the light rail, or whatever they call the underground train over here. I got on the train and headed to the ferry building, it was cloudy but it wasn't raining which was nice compared to yesterday where I was very wet when I finally got to work.
I got to the ferry building and saw the ferry was not in yet, so I got myself a cup of coffee and a ham and cheese croissant in peet's coffee, the croissant was good, but the coffee had a strange after-taste that somehow reminded me of the hostel I stayed at the first weekend, anyway, when I had got my breakfast the ferry was just about docked and I got to the gate, what I haven't told you these last few days because I am cutting down on the amount of text I am writing is that I got something called a clipper card now, it is free, and for some reason all public transportation is just about half price with this thing, so yay for me!
I drank the rest of my coffee aboard the ferry, and was a bit cross about the fact that there was no pretty girls on board today, yesterday I saw seals swimming around, today I didn't see any marine animals except for the birds on the surface which doesn't count. Still waiting for a great white to jump up into the air grabbing a seal like I've seen on tv, but I guess there is not deep enough waters for them to do so in the bay area, though I have seen on the internet that they can be found here.
I walked the one-hour long walk to work, and saw that unlike yesterday where it rained the latin americans were out standing around as usual despite the grey and boring weather, when I got to work I was still a little early, bu only around five minutes. For lunch I went with the layout guys to a bagel shop and got a bagel chicken sandwich with cheese and jalapeños on top, it was good. I also got a lemonade, it was so concentrated I had to drink it half-n-half (half water), before it tasted like I think it should.
I caught a ride home with Pete and he said he would pick me up at 9 tomorrow morning, which is great! Then I got down in my room, since no one is home and began writing a story about a guy who loves the sea, and now this diary page! Next step is a shower and then I might head out and find some food, but I am not really hungry, which I guess is a good thing, because I have no idea where to find food around here, and as previously established, my navigational skills are not as good as the bagel sandwich I got for lunch!
This is the Short story I wrote (and before people read too much into it; no it is not related to me but you, yes you!):
So this morning I got up early and checked my mail to see if I could catch a ride to work, which I apparently couldn't (mostly because I foolishly forgot to ensure a ride while I was at work), so I went back down to sleep for 15 minutes and got up again and went down to the metro, or the light rail, or whatever they call the underground train over here. I got on the train and headed to the ferry building, it was cloudy but it wasn't raining which was nice compared to yesterday where I was very wet when I finally got to work.
I got to the ferry building and saw the ferry was not in yet, so I got myself a cup of coffee and a ham and cheese croissant in peet's coffee, the croissant was good, but the coffee had a strange after-taste that somehow reminded me of the hostel I stayed at the first weekend, anyway, when I had got my breakfast the ferry was just about docked and I got to the gate, what I haven't told you these last few days because I am cutting down on the amount of text I am writing is that I got something called a clipper card now, it is free, and for some reason all public transportation is just about half price with this thing, so yay for me!
I drank the rest of my coffee aboard the ferry, and was a bit cross about the fact that there was no pretty girls on board today, yesterday I saw seals swimming around, today I didn't see any marine animals except for the birds on the surface which doesn't count. Still waiting for a great white to jump up into the air grabbing a seal like I've seen on tv, but I guess there is not deep enough waters for them to do so in the bay area, though I have seen on the internet that they can be found here.
I walked the one-hour long walk to work, and saw that unlike yesterday where it rained the latin americans were out standing around as usual despite the grey and boring weather, when I got to work I was still a little early, bu only around five minutes. For lunch I went with the layout guys to a bagel shop and got a bagel chicken sandwich with cheese and jalapeños on top, it was good. I also got a lemonade, it was so concentrated I had to drink it half-n-half (half water), before it tasted like I think it should.
I caught a ride home with Pete and he said he would pick me up at 9 tomorrow morning, which is great! Then I got down in my room, since no one is home and began writing a story about a guy who loves the sea, and now this diary page! Next step is a shower and then I might head out and find some food, but I am not really hungry, which I guess is a good thing, because I have no idea where to find food around here, and as previously established, my navigational skills are not as good as the bagel sandwich I got for lunch!
This is the Short story I wrote (and before people read too much into it; no it is not related to me but you, yes you!):
I love the sea, in fact I always wanted to become a sailor, but my parents told me I was too talented in school to be a sailor, I guess in some respects they were right, if you have talents you do not use they are wasted away and not helping the world, like they could have, I have always known, that no matter what I did in life I would succeed, I was the top of my class in almost all the classes I had, except I never really could muster any enthusiasm for literature or language before I got older.
But I was also very good at making friends and I was well liked, which is an important part of achieving what you want, unless you can do it without any help or business deals.
But I really do love the sea, my parents both has high income jobs, and have always supported me financially and emotionally, they weren't always there, but neither were they gone when I needed them, one might say they were away the perfect amount. When I had my first serious girlfriend over they were away so we could spend our time alone and get to know each other, the second time my mother was home so they could meet, but left while she was there so we ended up being alone for a while, and around the tenth time she came by both my parents were there, and she was comfortable with them at this point having met them under less pressure than when I met her parents, which was the first night I came to her place, we had a very awkward and quiet dinner, where all questions and attention were directed at me. It is like that for most people when they meet their first “in-laws”, but my parents were around the perfect amount.
When I was ten I talked my parents into going on a cruise, not that I actually wanted to go on a cruise, but because they didn't feel like bringing a ten-year-old on a trip around the world in a wooden ship, as I actually asked for, of course they were completely right, the cruise came to a handful of different locations, always with a handful of things to see, all of which we had planned on the way to each location, the cruise was on a very tight schedule and we always had to be on board one hour before leaving just to be sure they wouldn't leave port without us, it was a great trip and though I was just ten years old I still sometimes bring it up as the perfect wholesome vacation, and I just remembered how well it depicts my current situation, and my life in general.
My love for the sea has a lot to do with the way my life turned out I guess, I never really understood it before recently when I became interested in language and literature, but I have never felt true uncertainty, due to good judgment, good parents, good skill-set and a good life, I have never been in a situation where I feared for my life, was afraid of anything truly horrible happening, or stood with a choice that could have severe effect on my life. Of course I have felt nervous before meeting a girl, or going to a final exam, but I have rarely ever failed a test, and so far it seems girls always like me more than I like them, again I think this also have something to do with the sea and also my psyche.
I love the sea, but knowing that I am too smart to become a sailor, so I chose to become a marine biologist, I never thought about why, for some reason I chose to become a marine biologist when I was fourteen, and I've stuck with that ever since, my parents were just happy about me talking about something else than becoming a sailor, though they did urge me to become a scientist in chemistry or something similar when I became older, this was the only thing my parents never supported me in, not using your full potential, and though I did agree that it made sense, I never was able to let go of the idea of becoming a marine biologist, and since I was eighteen I began reading books about marine animals and plants, and began specializing in biology so I wouldn't waste too much of my potential.
I never liked reading fiction though, or watching tv for that matter, I always thought that it was better to have an adventure than it was to read about it, unless it had a factual lesson to teach like books on survival or books on expeditions, I never gave fiction credit for the lesson it actually taught us, how to understand other people. Weirdly enough this actually isn't what I learned from fiction, because I have never had trouble understanding other people, and how they felt, as I mentioned I have very good people skills, and I can usually tell what people think of me and each other pretty easily. No I have always been able to understand other people, the lesson I learned from fiction was to understand myself, I never realized that I didn't know why I loved the sea, and what was so attractive about the thought of being a sailor, I knew I could get higher paid jobs with the grades I was getting, I knew that being a sailor would cut me of socially, and I knew all the other drawbacks people told me about when I talked with them about becoming a sailor, but I never knew why I still had an incredible urge to do it anyway.
As I mentioned I always seem to like the girls I date less than they like me, I never understood why, or even questioned why, I just thought I was being too picky or always tried to ruin a good thing, because that was what my friends always told me, but it has always ended the same way, I broke up with them and most of our common friends all wanted to stay friends with me rather than the girls, it went as far once that I said no to a girl I really liked, because I was afraid the same thing would happen to her, but it happened anyway, she didn't feel comfortable around me, and our common friends still stuck with me, and for a while I became very guilt ridden and depressed, even though back then I didn't understand why, because I didn't stop to ask myself why.
But it all connects to my love of the sea, or more importantly why I love the sea, as we have established I have always felt secure, I have always had viable options, both in terms of professionally, socially and in my love life. I have always known that I would end up as a marine biologist, though many has come with suggestions for higher paid jobs, or jobs that were more challenging. Every aspect of my life has seemed to be fated, in the sense that everything turned out great, unless of course you knew what I felt like, which I never did until recently.
I have never been able to complain about my life, I have never been uncertain of my future, I have never been afraid that I would be alone unless I wanted to be alone, that is why I love the sea.
While standing on a boat looking out at the waves falling upon each other, I finally understood that. And only weeks before that had I asked the question; “Why did I chose become a marine biologist”, I did not ask because I regretted it, but because I honestly did not know, I knew I wanted to be a marine biologist, but though that had been enough for a long time, I knew then that it wasn't the real answer, neither was it because I liked animals, or even that I was fascinated by them, the answer was simply because I love the sea, and wouldn't become a sailor and waste my potential.
That realization lead to other realizations, I had always been dating girls that were suitable for a relationship, and while I liked all of them, I never really loved any of them, because they were reliable and steady, like the rest of my life was reliable and steady. What I came to realize is that I loved what I never had, the mysterious, untamable and chaotic sea. I came to the conclusion that all the decisions I have made in my life I didn't really understand made sense seen in the light that I have been seeking the things I never had, uncertainty, chaos and all that. It was strange to me, all of the sudden I began realizing how little I had truly moved through this world, though I was where I belonged; somewhere between science and the sea, I had really come no where before now when it cam to the journey within myself, I have never known who I was, only what I could do and what I wanted, but never how or why. I know now.
Day 13
14th of February
Last day of staying at random places, at least for now. I got up ate a pancake while I wrote about yesterday, I was kind of in a hurry, so I didn't write as much, neither will I write much today, since I have to get up early in the morning, in case I do not have a ride to work and I need to commune.
So I got on the internet and figured out how to get to the place where I was going to check out a room, I took the metro there, got lost, and finally found the right metro train and got to the right neighbourhood, but it was raining a bit so it was not as nice as the previous days, I got to the house, it is in a nice neighbourhood by the way, and got shown around, the lady living here is very nice and welcoming, and I look forward to stay here for the next month or so.
I hurried back towards work, got on a tram, or what they are called, and got to the ferry 10 minutes too late, so I grabbed some coffee and some brunch in the shape of a grilled cheese sandwich, I just had to try it. I waited for the ferry to arrive got on board took the trip and then I had to walk for an hour in the rain to get to work, needless to say, I was quite wet.
I was lucky to catch a ride home by a guy making visual stuff for marketing, and he drove me almost to the door, well I said it would be short, so good night I'm off to bed! Here's to hoping I got mail during my beauty sleep...
Last day of staying at random places, at least for now. I got up ate a pancake while I wrote about yesterday, I was kind of in a hurry, so I didn't write as much, neither will I write much today, since I have to get up early in the morning, in case I do not have a ride to work and I need to commune.
So I got on the internet and figured out how to get to the place where I was going to check out a room, I took the metro there, got lost, and finally found the right metro train and got to the right neighbourhood, but it was raining a bit so it was not as nice as the previous days, I got to the house, it is in a nice neighbourhood by the way, and got shown around, the lady living here is very nice and welcoming, and I look forward to stay here for the next month or so.
I hurried back towards work, got on a tram, or what they are called, and got to the ferry 10 minutes too late, so I grabbed some coffee and some brunch in the shape of a grilled cheese sandwich, I just had to try it. I waited for the ferry to arrive got on board took the trip and then I had to walk for an hour in the rain to get to work, needless to say, I was quite wet.
I was lucky to catch a ride home by a guy making visual stuff for marketing, and he drove me almost to the door, well I said it would be short, so good night I'm off to bed! Here's to hoping I got mail during my beauty sleep...
Day 12
13th of February
So today I got up and got pancakes for breakfast, and hurried away from the hostel over to bo's place, I feel a little guilty about living here and not spending any time with all the people who grave my attention so, but I wanna hang with bo because we can walk around and talk about people in danish and be really rude and stuff.
I got over there and tried to use their wifi, but failed horribly we had agreed to go to the MOMA, where I had been already, but I thought it wouldn't hurt going again, but before we went there we got sidetracked a couple of times, which lead to me buying a hat for $1, it's a little much, but being the attention sponge I am, also it being so cheap I bought it.
We got to the MOMA, and I saw the same stuff as before, this time I spend a little more time on some of the exhibits I walk past fast last time, and visa versa. We got out around 5 PM, after having spent time in the museum shop as well.
For dinner we went to the fisherman's wharf and got soup in a bread-bowl, it was pretty good and pretty filling, so I couldn't eat up, on the way back we took a look in a hat store, but the hats there was way to spectacular with all sorts of shiny bits and pieces, so we didn't buy anything.
Seems like I'm skipping all the funny stuff today, sorry about that, but then we went home and played guitar and sang a bit and then I went to the hostel, and now I'm going to bed.. Yeah, I pretty much skipped all the good parts today, guess you will never know how much fun I had today, maybe it's because I got really tired all of the sudden.
But at least I didn't drink any soda today..
So today I got up and got pancakes for breakfast, and hurried away from the hostel over to bo's place, I feel a little guilty about living here and not spending any time with all the people who grave my attention so, but I wanna hang with bo because we can walk around and talk about people in danish and be really rude and stuff.
I got over there and tried to use their wifi, but failed horribly we had agreed to go to the MOMA, where I had been already, but I thought it wouldn't hurt going again, but before we went there we got sidetracked a couple of times, which lead to me buying a hat for $1, it's a little much, but being the attention sponge I am, also it being so cheap I bought it.
We got to the MOMA, and I saw the same stuff as before, this time I spend a little more time on some of the exhibits I walk past fast last time, and visa versa. We got out around 5 PM, after having spent time in the museum shop as well.
For dinner we went to the fisherman's wharf and got soup in a bread-bowl, it was pretty good and pretty filling, so I couldn't eat up, on the way back we took a look in a hat store, but the hats there was way to spectacular with all sorts of shiny bits and pieces, so we didn't buy anything.
Seems like I'm skipping all the funny stuff today, sorry about that, but then we went home and played guitar and sang a bit and then I went to the hostel, and now I'm going to bed.. Yeah, I pretty much skipped all the good parts today, guess you will never know how much fun I had today, maybe it's because I got really tired all of the sudden.
But at least I didn't drink any soda today..
Day 11
12th of February
I had decided to join bo and his german friend Friederike on a trip to the forests, but when I called bo he asked if I had a driver's license, and I knew something were up, but we got out and looked for a bus, but we couldn't find any and ended up deciding to take the ferry to sausalito, but before we did we looked around at the farmers marked Friederike got some cookies and bo and I got some lemonade.
Then we sat waiting for the ferry and enjoying the view of the ocean for 15 minutes, got on the ferry and went to sausalito, on the railing was a stupid brown seagull we took a couple of pictures and I expressed my despise for birds, fortunately the seagull flew away when the ferry started moving, bo and Friederike ate m&m's with peanut butter, and since I really did not want to taste it, I bought a bag (those small ones) of BBQ chips.
When we got to sausalito it took about two seconds to figure out this was a very touristy place, one shop after the other carried souvenirs, and I realised I probably should try and figure out who was worthy of receiving such an honourable gift before buying anything, so I'll do that some other day, we walked up hill I didn't know where we were heading, neither did any of us I reckon, until we realised we were going in the direction of golden gate bridge, then I think all of us knew just where we were going.
After a long walk we began seeing the red steel peering over the hilltops, after a longer walk we could see the bridge itself, and after an even longer walk we came to a section of road that split up into three directions, so we sat around, or I did, trying to decide which way to go, but fortunatly Friederike's german intuition guided us in the right direction and after a long, long walk we came to the bridge itself, we first went to the parking lot to sit down and take some pictures, but then after a little rest and a boat of the sweetest orange I've tasted in my life, we began walking across the bridge, I didn't think it was possible, but there was a lot of people walking across.
After a long, windy and adventurous walk across the bridge, involving such horrible terrors as a guy on a bike we heroically stepped to the side to avoid and a car-crash on the bridge that was being cleaned up by the police while we walked by we luckily made to the other side with all limbs intact, we went in to a little shop and bought something to drink, and it was so expensive! A bottle of sprite costed almost the same as it would in denmark! I was horrified by the expensive beverage, but being a man of courage I bought it any way to quench my thirst.
After a short rest on a bench we walked on, we came to a place called crissy field and we soon realized our trouble was not over, not one or twice, but twenty-one thousand three hundred and twenty-five times did Friederike get a pebble in her shoe, the nasty pebbles numbered in the hundreds of millions, but bo and I fought our way through, and though Friederike had to empty her shoe a couple of times, we survived this endeavour of bravery, and soon we would be walking on pebbleless ground, what we soon would realise though was we had walked from the ashes into the fire.
We found ourselves in one of the rich areas of san francisco, and there was rich people everywhere, we kept a low profile and used our extensive knowledge of the rich people's traditions and rituals, to avoid upsetting their territorial behaviour, at one point I found myself standing in the way of one of the elderly rich in a vehicle driven by the rich, she probably was a shaman or a storyteller, and upsetting her would truly make the situation a lot more dangerous, but disaster was averted by quickly moving on before she could get out of her primitive vessel.
Then we came to the alluring forests of the shopping streets, infamous for trapping even the bravest of adventurers in an endless trance, also known as the shopping spree. One or twice we were lured into a shop, and had it not been for the poor selection of men's apparel and bo's willpower of rocky iron diamond, we got through without any long term infections of the shopping spree.
Then we ate in one of the local villages, and being in a foreign and alien world we failed to realise that in this villages those seated together were to share the food, so we asked for a dish each, which was a bit weird to them, but we managed not to upset them by bringing them gift's of the civilized world in the form of currency.
We walked on and by now it was getting dark, we stopped by a wallgreen's and bought some stuff, and another shop and I got a towel, we soon arrived at well known shores and we ended the day by playing the guitar and singing songs of our previous adventures.
I had decided to join bo and his german friend Friederike on a trip to the forests, but when I called bo he asked if I had a driver's license, and I knew something were up, but we got out and looked for a bus, but we couldn't find any and ended up deciding to take the ferry to sausalito, but before we did we looked around at the farmers marked Friederike got some cookies and bo and I got some lemonade.
Then we sat waiting for the ferry and enjoying the view of the ocean for 15 minutes, got on the ferry and went to sausalito, on the railing was a stupid brown seagull we took a couple of pictures and I expressed my despise for birds, fortunately the seagull flew away when the ferry started moving, bo and Friederike ate m&m's with peanut butter, and since I really did not want to taste it, I bought a bag (those small ones) of BBQ chips.
When we got to sausalito it took about two seconds to figure out this was a very touristy place, one shop after the other carried souvenirs, and I realised I probably should try and figure out who was worthy of receiving such an honourable gift before buying anything, so I'll do that some other day, we walked up hill I didn't know where we were heading, neither did any of us I reckon, until we realised we were going in the direction of golden gate bridge, then I think all of us knew just where we were going.
After a long walk we began seeing the red steel peering over the hilltops, after a longer walk we could see the bridge itself, and after an even longer walk we came to a section of road that split up into three directions, so we sat around, or I did, trying to decide which way to go, but fortunatly Friederike's german intuition guided us in the right direction and after a long, long walk we came to the bridge itself, we first went to the parking lot to sit down and take some pictures, but then after a little rest and a boat of the sweetest orange I've tasted in my life, we began walking across the bridge, I didn't think it was possible, but there was a lot of people walking across.
After a long, windy and adventurous walk across the bridge, involving such horrible terrors as a guy on a bike we heroically stepped to the side to avoid and a car-crash on the bridge that was being cleaned up by the police while we walked by we luckily made to the other side with all limbs intact, we went in to a little shop and bought something to drink, and it was so expensive! A bottle of sprite costed almost the same as it would in denmark! I was horrified by the expensive beverage, but being a man of courage I bought it any way to quench my thirst.
After a short rest on a bench we walked on, we came to a place called crissy field and we soon realized our trouble was not over, not one or twice, but twenty-one thousand three hundred and twenty-five times did Friederike get a pebble in her shoe, the nasty pebbles numbered in the hundreds of millions, but bo and I fought our way through, and though Friederike had to empty her shoe a couple of times, we survived this endeavour of bravery, and soon we would be walking on pebbleless ground, what we soon would realise though was we had walked from the ashes into the fire.
We found ourselves in one of the rich areas of san francisco, and there was rich people everywhere, we kept a low profile and used our extensive knowledge of the rich people's traditions and rituals, to avoid upsetting their territorial behaviour, at one point I found myself standing in the way of one of the elderly rich in a vehicle driven by the rich, she probably was a shaman or a storyteller, and upsetting her would truly make the situation a lot more dangerous, but disaster was averted by quickly moving on before she could get out of her primitive vessel.
Then we came to the alluring forests of the shopping streets, infamous for trapping even the bravest of adventurers in an endless trance, also known as the shopping spree. One or twice we were lured into a shop, and had it not been for the poor selection of men's apparel and bo's willpower of rocky iron diamond, we got through without any long term infections of the shopping spree.
Then we ate in one of the local villages, and being in a foreign and alien world we failed to realise that in this villages those seated together were to share the food, so we asked for a dish each, which was a bit weird to them, but we managed not to upset them by bringing them gift's of the civilized world in the form of currency.
We walked on and by now it was getting dark, we stopped by a wallgreen's and bought some stuff, and another shop and I got a towel, we soon arrived at well known shores and we ended the day by playing the guitar and singing songs of our previous adventures.
Day 10
11th of February
So once again I did not get around to writing my diary in the evening so I'm doing it in the morning, but it was the last night at the motel, which made me feel a strange feeling like it was good to be moving towards something cheaper an more permanent, but also sad because I now knew how to get both to work and into the city, I packed my stuff, ate my sugary breakfast, filmed my room and said my goodbyes.
I decided to film the way to work I've been walking for the past five days, except that one day when I took the scenic route, I'll be uploading all this stuff when I get around to cutting it and so on.
I got to work early, and began UV-wrapping a rubik's cube for my rubik's cube project in unity, and ate bagels, because apparently friday is bagel day at the office.
I got off work around 7 PM and met up with John who had a room in his house I was going to take a look at, and I might live there, I am still looking at a house on monday, which is closer to people from TTG and also closer to the city, but I might arrange a combination of the two so I'll live each of the places for a duration of time.
I took the bart into town, to meet up with bo, on the bart train I talked with a nice gay guy who was going to meet up with a guy he really liked on a bar, so he was really nervous, I always enjoy people who are falling in love, they are all so nervous and happy, and scared, and stuff. Which at the moment I am not really, except for happy about being where I am.
So I got of the train at montgomery st. and called bo to get directions, and we met up on the way, I really had to pee, so we went back to the place he lives and I commandeered their toilet after having shortly said hi to the people there. Afterwards we went out looking for a hostel, bo knew one close to where he lives so I went there and fortunately there was vacancies, and I'm living there until monday.
So me and bo went out in town to find a starbucks or something like that it took us a long time to find on, but we enjoyed just sharing stories of our grand adventures and all the enemies we've defeated in increasingly fantastic ways, we ended up at a starbucks I got coffee and bo got hot chocolate, we talked about how many times we've saved the world, and the fantastic ways of which we managed to do so.
Afterwards we took a walk back to the hostel, but went on a long detour while we shared stories about how we averted the end of the universe by putting a giant gem in a temple on earth, or sliding a statue in place on earth, or bought a pair of socks on earth, and how the universe in reality revolves around earth, and more importantly; us. So I got back at the hostel and went to sleep.
Sorry it wasn't longer today, but I have to leave now, and before I do I need to brush my teeth, soooo I'm a bit short on time, see ya!
So once again I did not get around to writing my diary in the evening so I'm doing it in the morning, but it was the last night at the motel, which made me feel a strange feeling like it was good to be moving towards something cheaper an more permanent, but also sad because I now knew how to get both to work and into the city, I packed my stuff, ate my sugary breakfast, filmed my room and said my goodbyes.
I decided to film the way to work I've been walking for the past five days, except that one day when I took the scenic route, I'll be uploading all this stuff when I get around to cutting it and so on.
I got to work early, and began UV-wrapping a rubik's cube for my rubik's cube project in unity, and ate bagels, because apparently friday is bagel day at the office.
I got off work around 7 PM and met up with John who had a room in his house I was going to take a look at, and I might live there, I am still looking at a house on monday, which is closer to people from TTG and also closer to the city, but I might arrange a combination of the two so I'll live each of the places for a duration of time.
I took the bart into town, to meet up with bo, on the bart train I talked with a nice gay guy who was going to meet up with a guy he really liked on a bar, so he was really nervous, I always enjoy people who are falling in love, they are all so nervous and happy, and scared, and stuff. Which at the moment I am not really, except for happy about being where I am.
So I got of the train at montgomery st. and called bo to get directions, and we met up on the way, I really had to pee, so we went back to the place he lives and I commandeered their toilet after having shortly said hi to the people there. Afterwards we went out looking for a hostel, bo knew one close to where he lives so I went there and fortunately there was vacancies, and I'm living there until monday.
So me and bo went out in town to find a starbucks or something like that it took us a long time to find on, but we enjoyed just sharing stories of our grand adventures and all the enemies we've defeated in increasingly fantastic ways, we ended up at a starbucks I got coffee and bo got hot chocolate, we talked about how many times we've saved the world, and the fantastic ways of which we managed to do so.
Afterwards we took a walk back to the hostel, but went on a long detour while we shared stories about how we averted the end of the universe by putting a giant gem in a temple on earth, or sliding a statue in place on earth, or bought a pair of socks on earth, and how the universe in reality revolves around earth, and more importantly; us. So I got back at the hostel and went to sleep.
Sorry it wasn't longer today, but I have to leave now, and before I do I need to brush my teeth, soooo I'm a bit short on time, see ya!
Day 9
10th of February
I'll keep it short tonight, as I got started a little late, but like every other morning I got up around 7 AM, started my computer and took a shower, only this morning there were clothes everywhere, so first I got all that sorted out. I have thrown one of my earplugs away in my sleep, damnit!
But after the shower I went down for some free sugary breakfast cereal, ate it and got out of the door, because Pete had told me there was a scenic route to work, and I wanted to make sure that when I got lost I had time to find my way back again, actually this morning I didn't really get lost, I mean I did a little but only for a few feet or so, so it doesn't really count I think, but it was a nice route compared to walking by the freeway.
So I got to work, brushed off the scene I worked with yesterday as it were a bit wonky in some places, and that's all I'm gonna say about that, I went to lunch with two, out of three of the layout guys we had sandwiches, and as per usual I couldn't figure out how to order because I didn't know what they said when they asked; “do you want salpepasourcrustoronion bread?” so I heard onion somewhere in there and went for that, which is how I usually order.
When we got back I showed the layout guys one of the bachelor films from the school, and they were really impressed, so much actually that one of them asked how much tuition were and said he would have liked to go to my school instead of the one he went to, so I asked my good pal John from Ohio who went to the school how much US. Students pay in tuition.
I got another shot to do, and that's all I'm gonna say about that, and when I was done I had to sit by my computer while it worked on some undisclosed stuff that I'm not gonna tell you about, so I started to doodle around a bit, first I tried out drawing some stuff in puzzle agent style, but it wasn't very good, so I turned back to my usual style and began drawing dr. Horrible (from the award winning show dr. Horrible's sing along blog), and it turned out quite nicely for a first draft, might finish it later if I get the time.
Then the computer finished whatever it was doing and I went home, on the way I thought that I wasn't in the mood for mexican food tonight either, so I went by the food marked and looked around, I ended up buying chicken with really crusty skin, mmmmm...
tomorrow I have to leave my motel room, it was nice as long as it lasted, but I think I am going to enjoy some place else even more! But for now good night, I should get to bed, I haven't been up so late (11 PM) on a week night since I came to the states, I guess I am finally kicking my jet lag in the butt! See you tomorrow.
I'll keep it short tonight, as I got started a little late, but like every other morning I got up around 7 AM, started my computer and took a shower, only this morning there were clothes everywhere, so first I got all that sorted out. I have thrown one of my earplugs away in my sleep, damnit!
But after the shower I went down for some free sugary breakfast cereal, ate it and got out of the door, because Pete had told me there was a scenic route to work, and I wanted to make sure that when I got lost I had time to find my way back again, actually this morning I didn't really get lost, I mean I did a little but only for a few feet or so, so it doesn't really count I think, but it was a nice route compared to walking by the freeway.
So I got to work, brushed off the scene I worked with yesterday as it were a bit wonky in some places, and that's all I'm gonna say about that, I went to lunch with two, out of three of the layout guys we had sandwiches, and as per usual I couldn't figure out how to order because I didn't know what they said when they asked; “do you want salpepasourcrustoronion bread?” so I heard onion somewhere in there and went for that, which is how I usually order.
When we got back I showed the layout guys one of the bachelor films from the school, and they were really impressed, so much actually that one of them asked how much tuition were and said he would have liked to go to my school instead of the one he went to, so I asked my good pal John from Ohio who went to the school how much US. Students pay in tuition.
I got another shot to do, and that's all I'm gonna say about that, and when I was done I had to sit by my computer while it worked on some undisclosed stuff that I'm not gonna tell you about, so I started to doodle around a bit, first I tried out drawing some stuff in puzzle agent style, but it wasn't very good, so I turned back to my usual style and began drawing dr. Horrible (from the award winning show dr. Horrible's sing along blog), and it turned out quite nicely for a first draft, might finish it later if I get the time.
Then the computer finished whatever it was doing and I went home, on the way I thought that I wasn't in the mood for mexican food tonight either, so I went by the food marked and looked around, I ended up buying chicken with really crusty skin, mmmmm...
tomorrow I have to leave my motel room, it was nice as long as it lasted, but I think I am going to enjoy some place else even more! But for now good night, I should get to bed, I haven't been up so late (11 PM) on a week night since I came to the states, I guess I am finally kicking my jet lag in the butt! See you tomorrow.
Day 8
9th of February
So this morning I got up and started writing my diary, because foolishly I had fallen asleep yesterday before doing so, around 8 AM I went down to the motel's office and extended my stay until friday, where I'll be heading downtown to live at a hostel and to find my good friend Bo who came to SF yesterday, maybe I can talk him in to join in on a pub crawl or something to do some dancing, and experience SF night life.
So I got my stay extended and I decided to eat breakfast at the motel for once, so I grabbed a bowl of frosted flakes and a cup of apple juice, the best I could say about that breakfast was that I'd already paid for it trough the rent.
I got of a little early, a little too early because half a minute after having left the room I realized my fleece blanket still was on the bed. Which of course is unacceptable. So I went back to my room and put the blanket in a drawer where it belongs during day time, I got to work only 15 minutes before time.
I met with the programmer John for lunch, he has a room in the new house he bought and he is willing to sublet it to me for $500 a month, which is a really good price, the only snags are that his in-laws will be living there through february, and it's nowhere near the downtown area. I also have another possibility which is close by all the TTG (telltale game) folk and the downtown area, it costs $150 a week, which by the way is what I am paying to stay two days extra at the motel. But I cannot check that out until monday.
But we went to the same place I got my shoes, the marin shopping center thingy, and we got mexican lunch, I got super-nachos for around $7, it was very good and very filling, so much that I'm not eating dinner tonight. But we got back to work, I got my stuff done around 7 PM an hour late, and Pete gave me a ride to the motel.
So far it seems like I am keeping up with expectations, each of the assignments I've done so far has been well received, and apparently I am doing well enough for them to be comfortable with handing me more of the same kinds of assignments. I am not sure if I can tell you when the game is shipping out, but when it does I'll tell you what game I've worked on and what to look for if you do play it.
When I got home, an hour late I remembered I needed to do laundry so I'd have clean underwear tomorrow morning, so I grabbed my laundry bags and headed in the direction the manager had told me yesterday, I went there and was completely confused, but luckily there was a nice latin american man who could tell me how stuff worked, While the laundry was being busy I went to a market next to the laundromat. I bought a 2 l. Soda for $1.4, cheap, the girl at the counter smiled shyly at me, and I smiled back at her with the most friendly charming smile I could muster, and felt good about myself for about 30 seconds until I got back and saw I had 18 minutes to go.
So I watched the latin americans and walked around a bit aimlessly, and one point some of te latin americans were laughing pretty lively at some contact notes hangning on the wall, but my spanish is very poor, so I could not read it my self, but it was something like this: “risa por lo que el hombre no entiende español se confunde”
after 18 excruciatingly boring minutes my clothes were all done and I decided not to spend more time at the laundromat, who knows what could happen after 8 PM at a laundromat in a neighbourhood where everyone, according to south park, is looking for jobs. So I put my laundry in bags and headed home, I hung it up to dry where ever I could, and it turned out it was less than a problem than I had first anticipated, so hurray for me making the right decision for once.
And now I am drinking my coffee and sitting in my bed enjoying the fact that I have not heard from the MoA today either, and with the new design I put up a couple of days ago my blog is just even more awesome, and the MoA still has no proof that suggest my blog's blogstream contains any awesome-enhancers, but they did tell me back when they took the first test, that the blogstream contained 50% as much awesomones as a regularly awesome blog, which is a lot compared to blogs who as many fans, like spoonyexperiment.com which on the last checkup the MoA did had only 60% higher than regular awesomones, and spoony has a giant fanbase, so the awesomeness of my blog clearly surpasses the spoony one, or it would if I had as many fans.
I will try to think of something that will make my blog more awesome, but for now I'm gonna sign of, good night!
So this morning I got up and started writing my diary, because foolishly I had fallen asleep yesterday before doing so, around 8 AM I went down to the motel's office and extended my stay until friday, where I'll be heading downtown to live at a hostel and to find my good friend Bo who came to SF yesterday, maybe I can talk him in to join in on a pub crawl or something to do some dancing, and experience SF night life.
So I got my stay extended and I decided to eat breakfast at the motel for once, so I grabbed a bowl of frosted flakes and a cup of apple juice, the best I could say about that breakfast was that I'd already paid for it trough the rent.
I got of a little early, a little too early because half a minute after having left the room I realized my fleece blanket still was on the bed. Which of course is unacceptable. So I went back to my room and put the blanket in a drawer where it belongs during day time, I got to work only 15 minutes before time.
I met with the programmer John for lunch, he has a room in the new house he bought and he is willing to sublet it to me for $500 a month, which is a really good price, the only snags are that his in-laws will be living there through february, and it's nowhere near the downtown area. I also have another possibility which is close by all the TTG (telltale game) folk and the downtown area, it costs $150 a week, which by the way is what I am paying to stay two days extra at the motel. But I cannot check that out until monday.
But we went to the same place I got my shoes, the marin shopping center thingy, and we got mexican lunch, I got super-nachos for around $7, it was very good and very filling, so much that I'm not eating dinner tonight. But we got back to work, I got my stuff done around 7 PM an hour late, and Pete gave me a ride to the motel.
So far it seems like I am keeping up with expectations, each of the assignments I've done so far has been well received, and apparently I am doing well enough for them to be comfortable with handing me more of the same kinds of assignments. I am not sure if I can tell you when the game is shipping out, but when it does I'll tell you what game I've worked on and what to look for if you do play it.
When I got home, an hour late I remembered I needed to do laundry so I'd have clean underwear tomorrow morning, so I grabbed my laundry bags and headed in the direction the manager had told me yesterday, I went there and was completely confused, but luckily there was a nice latin american man who could tell me how stuff worked, While the laundry was being busy I went to a market next to the laundromat. I bought a 2 l. Soda for $1.4, cheap, the girl at the counter smiled shyly at me, and I smiled back at her with the most friendly charming smile I could muster, and felt good about myself for about 30 seconds until I got back and saw I had 18 minutes to go.
So I watched the latin americans and walked around a bit aimlessly, and one point some of te latin americans were laughing pretty lively at some contact notes hangning on the wall, but my spanish is very poor, so I could not read it my self, but it was something like this: “risa por lo que el hombre no entiende español se confunde”
after 18 excruciatingly boring minutes my clothes were all done and I decided not to spend more time at the laundromat, who knows what could happen after 8 PM at a laundromat in a neighbourhood where everyone, according to south park, is looking for jobs. So I put my laundry in bags and headed home, I hung it up to dry where ever I could, and it turned out it was less than a problem than I had first anticipated, so hurray for me making the right decision for once.
And now I am drinking my coffee and sitting in my bed enjoying the fact that I have not heard from the MoA today either, and with the new design I put up a couple of days ago my blog is just even more awesome, and the MoA still has no proof that suggest my blog's blogstream contains any awesome-enhancers, but they did tell me back when they took the first test, that the blogstream contained 50% as much awesomones as a regularly awesome blog, which is a lot compared to blogs who as many fans, like spoonyexperiment.com which on the last checkup the MoA did had only 60% higher than regular awesomones, and spoony has a giant fanbase, so the awesomeness of my blog clearly surpasses the spoony one, or it would if I had as many fans.
I will try to think of something that will make my blog more awesome, but for now I'm gonna sign of, good night!
Day 7
8th of February
It seems the amount of stuff to write about gets less and less, maybe I should begin doing weekly diaries instead? But I got up this morning as usual and turned on my laptop so people from denmark could get in touch with me before I headed of to work, I decided I was going to buy some breakfast in the giant food store a little away from the motel, I bought some fruit and yoghurt in a cup, which I thought was a brilliant idea for around $5, but it turned out the yoghurt was very sweet and sugary so that wasn't a huge success, I got to the office, and today I got to do some actual work that will wind up in a released game! I can't tell much specific but I am going to be doing the same work on a couple of different scenes, since the result I handed in was good.
Around lunch a couple of the guys sitting around where I sit, who I am dubbing the layout guys, invited me to go with them, we drove to a bagel shop and I got a bagel sandwich with chicken and bacon, and a bag of chips, which is kind of the standard thing that goes with a meal around here, so I talked with the layout guys about their school and my school, and stuff like that, seems they do have a couple of inside jokes I'll have to get familiar with, but they seem like really nice folks.
We drove back, or we tried to, because seemingly getting lost with me doesn't require me actually having anything to do with me having any control over the direction we are moving, or maybe I am just not the only one good at getting lost. But we got back, and only crossed one bridge, which we admittedly turned around and crossed again.
So some hours later when I got off work I headed home and thought, I don't feel like eating mexican today, I'll try buying something at this store called more for less, MISTAKE! Embarrassingly enough I ended up having to pay $6.35 for a frozen pizza because I didn't feel like leaving without anything, and I really didn't want mexican, and that was all I knew except burger king which I find self explanatory.
But I ate the damn pizza, and it tasted like regret, regret and pepperoni, I tried getting to work on my rubic's cube, but instead I began watching spoony's ultima 7 review, and AVGN's star wars games review, to which I fell asleep around 9 PM, which is why I wrote this in the morning after still pretending that it is yesterday evening, but who am I kidding really? I just admitted to writing it now and not yesterday, so no one is gonna believe me if I said I wrote it yesterday.
Status update on the MoA; none, I haven't heard from them today, which I read on the internet is a good thing, it probably means their case is falling appart and they are keeping low profile should we end up in awesome-court because if they loose the case and if they have been treating me too poorly during the investigation, I get to apply for an awesome-training programme for my blog, funded by the MoA. And those things run in the vicinity of 400'000 awsums (awsums unfortunatly does not translate to any other currency).
Well, I am not going to bed now, but I am heading for work, a bit early but what the hell when you enjoy something you shouldn't sit around doing nothing to avoid it!
See you all later, hopefully I won't be as tired tonight so I can write this diary.
It seems the amount of stuff to write about gets less and less, maybe I should begin doing weekly diaries instead? But I got up this morning as usual and turned on my laptop so people from denmark could get in touch with me before I headed of to work, I decided I was going to buy some breakfast in the giant food store a little away from the motel, I bought some fruit and yoghurt in a cup, which I thought was a brilliant idea for around $5, but it turned out the yoghurt was very sweet and sugary so that wasn't a huge success, I got to the office, and today I got to do some actual work that will wind up in a released game! I can't tell much specific but I am going to be doing the same work on a couple of different scenes, since the result I handed in was good.
Around lunch a couple of the guys sitting around where I sit, who I am dubbing the layout guys, invited me to go with them, we drove to a bagel shop and I got a bagel sandwich with chicken and bacon, and a bag of chips, which is kind of the standard thing that goes with a meal around here, so I talked with the layout guys about their school and my school, and stuff like that, seems they do have a couple of inside jokes I'll have to get familiar with, but they seem like really nice folks.
We drove back, or we tried to, because seemingly getting lost with me doesn't require me actually having anything to do with me having any control over the direction we are moving, or maybe I am just not the only one good at getting lost. But we got back, and only crossed one bridge, which we admittedly turned around and crossed again.
So some hours later when I got off work I headed home and thought, I don't feel like eating mexican today, I'll try buying something at this store called more for less, MISTAKE! Embarrassingly enough I ended up having to pay $6.35 for a frozen pizza because I didn't feel like leaving without anything, and I really didn't want mexican, and that was all I knew except burger king which I find self explanatory.
But I ate the damn pizza, and it tasted like regret, regret and pepperoni, I tried getting to work on my rubic's cube, but instead I began watching spoony's ultima 7 review, and AVGN's star wars games review, to which I fell asleep around 9 PM, which is why I wrote this in the morning after still pretending that it is yesterday evening, but who am I kidding really? I just admitted to writing it now and not yesterday, so no one is gonna believe me if I said I wrote it yesterday.
Status update on the MoA; none, I haven't heard from them today, which I read on the internet is a good thing, it probably means their case is falling appart and they are keeping low profile should we end up in awesome-court because if they loose the case and if they have been treating me too poorly during the investigation, I get to apply for an awesome-training programme for my blog, funded by the MoA. And those things run in the vicinity of 400'000 awsums (awsums unfortunatly does not translate to any other currency).
Well, I am not going to bed now, but I am heading for work, a bit early but what the hell when you enjoy something you shouldn't sit around doing nothing to avoid it!
See you all later, hopefully I won't be as tired tonight so I can write this diary.
Day 6
7th of February
So first day of work, pete had told me I didn't have to be in before 10.30, so when I got up and had taken a shower I stayed on my computer a bit longer than I would usually have, but it seems between 4 PM and 5 PM in denmark is a time period where no one is online.
I got out of my motel room and headed to the place pete and I had grabbed breakfast last thursday, I got a number 5 which was scrambled eggs, beans, some nachos and a onion/tomato/some more stuff salad and a cup of coffee, but the coffee today was too strong for me, and apparently some of the other customers, because I could tell I wasn't the only one who hadn't finished my coffee when I handed in my plate and cup.
Then I walked to work, on the way I came by a shop called “A Fertile World” which I found hilarious because I thought it was a fertility shop, but it turns out it's just a plant shop, then a little later I came by a “Pagan Construction”, which again to me was marvellously laughable.
I walked past the Extended stay hotel which I knew was close to the studio, I looked at my watch and decided I did indeed have time to get a little lost, so instead of doing the reasonable thing and staying in near vicinity of the hotel I wandered on, and indeed got lost as so many times before. However I did manage to get to the studio on time after having wandered a bit around the area.
I signed a non-disclosure agreement, which means I am not allowed to tell you if I wore socks to work, whether my chair was comfortable or if the people are nice. Unless of course I do not understand every single nook and granny of the legal language, a thought I must deem completely unlikely!
But I guess I could spare you a few details like; I had a really good impression of the company and the people working there when I left this evening!
And; The vendor machine had cashew nuts for $0.65.
After a long hard day at work, or at least a day at work, I got home and decided that today would be a good day to try out the american burger king in reference to the danish burger king. Guys, there is no difference in disgustingness but the meal is larger and cheaper, but I'm not gonna do that often, or I'll get so fat they won't allow me on the plane home. It's funny though; since I live in a latin american inhabited area, even the guy behind the counter in burger king says; “por favor?” when my danish-english mumbling is too incomprehensible.
I got back in my motel room ate, fooled around with my unity rubic's cube a bit and now I am going to bed! Love, peace and hamburgers!
So first day of work, pete had told me I didn't have to be in before 10.30, so when I got up and had taken a shower I stayed on my computer a bit longer than I would usually have, but it seems between 4 PM and 5 PM in denmark is a time period where no one is online.
I got out of my motel room and headed to the place pete and I had grabbed breakfast last thursday, I got a number 5 which was scrambled eggs, beans, some nachos and a onion/tomato/some more stuff salad and a cup of coffee, but the coffee today was too strong for me, and apparently some of the other customers, because I could tell I wasn't the only one who hadn't finished my coffee when I handed in my plate and cup.
Then I walked to work, on the way I came by a shop called “A Fertile World” which I found hilarious because I thought it was a fertility shop, but it turns out it's just a plant shop, then a little later I came by a “Pagan Construction”, which again to me was marvellously laughable.
I walked past the Extended stay hotel which I knew was close to the studio, I looked at my watch and decided I did indeed have time to get a little lost, so instead of doing the reasonable thing and staying in near vicinity of the hotel I wandered on, and indeed got lost as so many times before. However I did manage to get to the studio on time after having wandered a bit around the area.
I signed a non-disclosure agreement, which means I am not allowed to tell you if I wore socks to work, whether my chair was comfortable or if the people are nice. Unless of course I do not understand every single nook and granny of the legal language, a thought I must deem completely unlikely!
But I guess I could spare you a few details like; I had a really good impression of the company and the people working there when I left this evening!
And; The vendor machine had cashew nuts for $0.65.
After a long hard day at work, or at least a day at work, I got home and decided that today would be a good day to try out the american burger king in reference to the danish burger king. Guys, there is no difference in disgustingness but the meal is larger and cheaper, but I'm not gonna do that often, or I'll get so fat they won't allow me on the plane home. It's funny though; since I live in a latin american inhabited area, even the guy behind the counter in burger king says; “por favor?” when my danish-english mumbling is too incomprehensible.
I got back in my motel room ate, fooled around with my unity rubic's cube a bit and now I am going to bed! Love, peace and hamburgers!
Day 5
6th of February
So when I got up this morning I began writing the diary, because I've been hopelessly behind, which also sadly means I might cut down a little bit on the amount of stupid details I'll include. I might enjoy making you all read stuff like; “I then lifted my foot and shook my weight over above the other leg by moving my hip, I moved the foot forwards and put it down on the pavement, I was careful that my foot did not hit any of the lines...” and making you believe it is actually interesting at some strange minute level, but the ministry of awesome (MoA) called today and they told me that my blog was being suspected for using awesome-enhancing drugs! Also I this is very time consuming and I am running low on time warps because the MoA has limited my supply severely until a judge of the awesome court can decide whether my blog is doped or not, so I'll have to be a little more critical about what I decide to write about (of which this first paragraph is a brilliant example).
I got out of bed and went downstairs to write my diary, I waited for my roomies and went to the kitchen to get breakfast, while I ate I wrote in my diary, and IM'ed people in denmark, this was the last day at the hostel, both for me, but also for the three girls living in my dorm room, they were going to the Museum of Modern Art, or MOMA for short, and while writing my diary, eating and IM'ing I was trying to decide whether to join them or not.
I ended up deciding to go as well, the english bloke also joined in on the artsy fun, we got checked out and went to the museum, the girl from holland had some other business to attend to so she didn't join us, but the girls had a friend waiting for them in a park nearby so we ended up being a nice little group anyway.
I could talk about the exhibitions but I don't know if I can do it without talking about the subtlety of the curves in the doorhandles to the bathroom of the museum and how it really accentuates the colour of the eyes of the ticket lady. And don't even get me started on the art itself! So I won't be talking about it, I do not have the time with these awesome-cuts we've had to make in our budget! But what I can and will say is; that we only got halfway through the museum in a couple of hours, and that it was half price because the second floor was closed.
I left my roomies and hurried towards the ferry, because I thought I had read my time chart correctly, but I hadn't, so when I got to the ferry in what I thought was in good time, I realised after looking at the timecharts that I was an hour early, so I went for a little walk and took a picture of a tower and a seagull, and went back in time for the ferry, I got a bag of chips and a lemonade on the ferry.
When I got home I wrote in my diary again so I could get part 2 of day 4 finished, I got it done, then I took a shower and went for mexican food again, it was good again, and I tipped very graciously again, I got back home and began writing this entry, because I had to keep up so I wouldn't fall behind, also the MoA is watching the blog closely, because one of the symptoms of taking awesome-enhancers is when you stop taking those enhancers your awesomeness will diminish to even lower levels than when you started, and not blogging at all about one day would seem really suspicious and would weaken my defence. To everyone wondering; no my blog is clean! Good night people.
So when I got up this morning I began writing the diary, because I've been hopelessly behind, which also sadly means I might cut down a little bit on the amount of stupid details I'll include. I might enjoy making you all read stuff like; “I then lifted my foot and shook my weight over above the other leg by moving my hip, I moved the foot forwards and put it down on the pavement, I was careful that my foot did not hit any of the lines...” and making you believe it is actually interesting at some strange minute level, but the ministry of awesome (MoA) called today and they told me that my blog was being suspected for using awesome-enhancing drugs! Also I this is very time consuming and I am running low on time warps because the MoA has limited my supply severely until a judge of the awesome court can decide whether my blog is doped or not, so I'll have to be a little more critical about what I decide to write about (of which this first paragraph is a brilliant example).
I got out of bed and went downstairs to write my diary, I waited for my roomies and went to the kitchen to get breakfast, while I ate I wrote in my diary, and IM'ed people in denmark, this was the last day at the hostel, both for me, but also for the three girls living in my dorm room, they were going to the Museum of Modern Art, or MOMA for short, and while writing my diary, eating and IM'ing I was trying to decide whether to join them or not.
I ended up deciding to go as well, the english bloke also joined in on the artsy fun, we got checked out and went to the museum, the girl from holland had some other business to attend to so she didn't join us, but the girls had a friend waiting for them in a park nearby so we ended up being a nice little group anyway.
I could talk about the exhibitions but I don't know if I can do it without talking about the subtlety of the curves in the doorhandles to the bathroom of the museum and how it really accentuates the colour of the eyes of the ticket lady. And don't even get me started on the art itself! So I won't be talking about it, I do not have the time with these awesome-cuts we've had to make in our budget! But what I can and will say is; that we only got halfway through the museum in a couple of hours, and that it was half price because the second floor was closed.
I left my roomies and hurried towards the ferry, because I thought I had read my time chart correctly, but I hadn't, so when I got to the ferry in what I thought was in good time, I realised after looking at the timecharts that I was an hour early, so I went for a little walk and took a picture of a tower and a seagull, and went back in time for the ferry, I got a bag of chips and a lemonade on the ferry.
When I got home I wrote in my diary again so I could get part 2 of day 4 finished, I got it done, then I took a shower and went for mexican food again, it was good again, and I tipped very graciously again, I got back home and began writing this entry, because I had to keep up so I wouldn't fall behind, also the MoA is watching the blog closely, because one of the symptoms of taking awesome-enhancers is when you stop taking those enhancers your awesomeness will diminish to even lower levels than when you started, and not blogging at all about one day would seem really suspicious and would weaken my defence. To everyone wondering; no my blog is clean! Good night people.
Day 4, part 2
5th of february, part 2
As I mentioned I wandered a bit around town, and I forgot to write about some of it because I remembered I had forgot the “Fag” episode.
So the levi's store, it was pretty cool, on the lowest floor they had an exhibition of jeans from different ages, even dating back to 1890 and earlier.
They had some cool hats as well, but I think they were mostly part of the exhibition as there was only one of each in the store and they also were on the same floor as the exhibition.
I didn't buy anything there, though they had coloured jeans for $20, but I figure I have enough jeans here already, and they didn't really have anything else of particular interest though.
On my way home I went to a walgreen's and bought some pink lemonade some shampoo and a deodorant. Walgreen's is the closest I've come to something like føtex/kvickly over here, and still it feels more like a kiosk.
The walgreen's was just on the corner of the block were the hostel was so I went back upstairs immediately afterwards, the english bloke had come home when I arrived, he was very tired; he had been looking for the fisherman's wharf and had been walking for 5 hours. I jumped up into my bed and began fooling around in unity, while I had been out I had thought it would be a fun exercise to make a working rubic's cube on the computer, I made the blocks and made sure you could toggle whether or not to rotate the cube (or actually rotate the camera around the cube) by pressing space, then I ran into the first problem, how did I best allow the player to turn the sides of the cube, so they knew which way the were turning them? I became tired turned of my computer and slept a bit.
Later a new guy came into the dorm, he was from africa and had some interesting stories, he had three friends who had all become very successful in different countries while he himself was very poor, the four friends all wanted to marry a girl from their village who has rich parents, you'd think that the three successful men would be the parents' first choice, but because he had managed to come to america he was now their favourite, even though he was slumming his way through.
I slept some more, so did the african guy, when I came to again the english bloke had left again, I slept some more. After a while the three exchange student girls came back, the african guy had hid himself pretty well beneath his sheets and if you didn't know someone was there you wouldn't notice, they didn't know so they talked a bit loudly and I think they woke him up, but it was just as well, because apparently he had to get up anyway.
Suddenly the african guy began playing on a flute, for no apparent reason. It was pretty funny and he said it was a thank you song, we never figured out what he was thanking us for.
I sat and wrote the last entry while the girls got ready for the pub crawl, when I mentioned my diary they asked if they were in it which they are, and I read aloud what I had written thus far, I read loud german girl, and the swiss girl corrected me as you've read in the previous entry.
I finished up the last entry and I went for a shower, and this time I had both shampoo and deodorant, awesome. The shower took some time figuring out, for some reason hot equalled cold and cold equalled hot. I got on some clothes and got back to the dorm room. When we were all ready we went outside and waited for the guy who was arranging it, he didn't show up for 20 minutes so people began going inside and around and stuff, I friended the three girls from my dorm room on facebook, and after the girl from holland saw my profile picture she made me promise I'd draw her one.
I was halfway through my beer when the guy arranging the pub crawl, let's call him mr. guide, told us we should go immediately, so I had to drink it fast since drinking in the streets isn't allowed, so I did.
The pub crawl was in it self not as spectacular as the day before, but I sat and talked with the three nice girls from my dorm, and a guy from michigan, who I at the time thought was gay, but as it turned out he was in the same situation as I, being straight but everyone at the hostel thinking we were gay.
But the first bar was pretty good, in the beginning it was mostly men in their forties, but when we left it was pretty much only young folk, at our table was an older man, who had I texas t-shirt on, he was actually from california but had been in austin, and thought it was cool to have a texas shirt I guess, he had come for some baseball fanfest in SF and was staying in the hostel for the night.
The crawl left the bar and went on, a lot of the people stayed at the first bar, which in hindsight I guess was actually what we should have done. But no, I do not own a time machine so I can go back and change every small mistake I make, well.. Not officially anyway, and besides no good adventure comes from doing the right thing!
So we went to a street with a lot of bars, mr. guide told us that we could just go to what ever bar we wanted and we didn't have to stay together, and then I knew we had made a mistake. What makes the pub crawl fun is that you go together with a lot of people, together. It didn't get much better once we got inside, I quickly went for the bathroom, and when I came out I couldn't find anyone, I looked around and thought had I been in a group of people in this place whilst on a pub crawl, I probably would have left, the bar was a brightly red lit place there was a lot of people, no places to sit and really loud music, and of course a small dancefloor. I kept looking for the crawl people but had no luck, so I walked to the exit and started to look outside if anyone I knew was out there, no one.
Then luckily I saw mr. guide waving at me from the other side of the room, I went over there and e pointed me in the direction of the crawlers who had been reduced to the three dormmates, mr. michigan, himself and me.I sat next to them on a bench next to the dancefloor and we invented such dance moves as the grocery shopper, the road repairman and the amish churner whilst sitting down and not really being able to talk.
Right in front of me was a group of girls dancing, I could not decide whether or not it had anything to do with me, either because they thought I was gay and therefore they could dance there without anyone eye-balling them, or because they thought I was cute and well dressed and they wanted me to start dancing with them.
I decided that it had nothing to do with me, because they weren't really THAT attractive anyway, and it was an easier conclusion.
But then the most hilarious thing happened, a guy who very obviously was either gay or just were like me and mr. Michigan, began dancing in the corner on the benches, it felt kinda like it was an arranged show, but it was really involuntarily funny, which admittedly is the best kind of funny, and what I think he believed was sexy moves looked a bit like when a 10 year old girl tries to do britney spears dance moves.
So after a while we, all of us except mr. guide, decided to go out closer by the door and try to find a place we could sit, and maybe talk, but no such place existed in this bar, so we left entirely and began walking back towards the hostel, luckily the finnish girl did not let me have any say in what direction we should be going, because I had told her earlier just how good my sense of direction truly was, so we actually went the right way. On the way we stopped for pizza and a beer, I had already had a slice that day so I really couldn't eat more junk, but I bought a beer, so did michigan, while the girls all ate a slice of pizza.
We talked about going to another bar, but we ended up in the kitchen at the hostel, michigan and I talked about going to the liquor store to by some beers, but we didn't, soon the finnish girl went to bed, then the girl from holland went somewhere, and I went to bed and Swiss/German girl went upstairs to facebook, michigan was all alone in the kitchen, and that's how I ended up not being the only guy who was mistaken for being gay that day!
As I mentioned I wandered a bit around town, and I forgot to write about some of it because I remembered I had forgot the “Fag” episode.
So the levi's store, it was pretty cool, on the lowest floor they had an exhibition of jeans from different ages, even dating back to 1890 and earlier.
They had some cool hats as well, but I think they were mostly part of the exhibition as there was only one of each in the store and they also were on the same floor as the exhibition.
I didn't buy anything there, though they had coloured jeans for $20, but I figure I have enough jeans here already, and they didn't really have anything else of particular interest though.
On my way home I went to a walgreen's and bought some pink lemonade some shampoo and a deodorant. Walgreen's is the closest I've come to something like føtex/kvickly over here, and still it feels more like a kiosk.
The walgreen's was just on the corner of the block were the hostel was so I went back upstairs immediately afterwards, the english bloke had come home when I arrived, he was very tired; he had been looking for the fisherman's wharf and had been walking for 5 hours. I jumped up into my bed and began fooling around in unity, while I had been out I had thought it would be a fun exercise to make a working rubic's cube on the computer, I made the blocks and made sure you could toggle whether or not to rotate the cube (or actually rotate the camera around the cube) by pressing space, then I ran into the first problem, how did I best allow the player to turn the sides of the cube, so they knew which way the were turning them? I became tired turned of my computer and slept a bit.
Later a new guy came into the dorm, he was from africa and had some interesting stories, he had three friends who had all become very successful in different countries while he himself was very poor, the four friends all wanted to marry a girl from their village who has rich parents, you'd think that the three successful men would be the parents' first choice, but because he had managed to come to america he was now their favourite, even though he was slumming his way through.
I slept some more, so did the african guy, when I came to again the english bloke had left again, I slept some more. After a while the three exchange student girls came back, the african guy had hid himself pretty well beneath his sheets and if you didn't know someone was there you wouldn't notice, they didn't know so they talked a bit loudly and I think they woke him up, but it was just as well, because apparently he had to get up anyway.
Suddenly the african guy began playing on a flute, for no apparent reason. It was pretty funny and he said it was a thank you song, we never figured out what he was thanking us for.
I sat and wrote the last entry while the girls got ready for the pub crawl, when I mentioned my diary they asked if they were in it which they are, and I read aloud what I had written thus far, I read loud german girl, and the swiss girl corrected me as you've read in the previous entry.
I finished up the last entry and I went for a shower, and this time I had both shampoo and deodorant, awesome. The shower took some time figuring out, for some reason hot equalled cold and cold equalled hot. I got on some clothes and got back to the dorm room. When we were all ready we went outside and waited for the guy who was arranging it, he didn't show up for 20 minutes so people began going inside and around and stuff, I friended the three girls from my dorm room on facebook, and after the girl from holland saw my profile picture she made me promise I'd draw her one.
I was halfway through my beer when the guy arranging the pub crawl, let's call him mr. guide, told us we should go immediately, so I had to drink it fast since drinking in the streets isn't allowed, so I did.
The pub crawl was in it self not as spectacular as the day before, but I sat and talked with the three nice girls from my dorm, and a guy from michigan, who I at the time thought was gay, but as it turned out he was in the same situation as I, being straight but everyone at the hostel thinking we were gay.
But the first bar was pretty good, in the beginning it was mostly men in their forties, but when we left it was pretty much only young folk, at our table was an older man, who had I texas t-shirt on, he was actually from california but had been in austin, and thought it was cool to have a texas shirt I guess, he had come for some baseball fanfest in SF and was staying in the hostel for the night.
The crawl left the bar and went on, a lot of the people stayed at the first bar, which in hindsight I guess was actually what we should have done. But no, I do not own a time machine so I can go back and change every small mistake I make, well.. Not officially anyway, and besides no good adventure comes from doing the right thing!
So we went to a street with a lot of bars, mr. guide told us that we could just go to what ever bar we wanted and we didn't have to stay together, and then I knew we had made a mistake. What makes the pub crawl fun is that you go together with a lot of people, together. It didn't get much better once we got inside, I quickly went for the bathroom, and when I came out I couldn't find anyone, I looked around and thought had I been in a group of people in this place whilst on a pub crawl, I probably would have left, the bar was a brightly red lit place there was a lot of people, no places to sit and really loud music, and of course a small dancefloor. I kept looking for the crawl people but had no luck, so I walked to the exit and started to look outside if anyone I knew was out there, no one.
Then luckily I saw mr. guide waving at me from the other side of the room, I went over there and e pointed me in the direction of the crawlers who had been reduced to the three dormmates, mr. michigan, himself and me.I sat next to them on a bench next to the dancefloor and we invented such dance moves as the grocery shopper, the road repairman and the amish churner whilst sitting down and not really being able to talk.
Right in front of me was a group of girls dancing, I could not decide whether or not it had anything to do with me, either because they thought I was gay and therefore they could dance there without anyone eye-balling them, or because they thought I was cute and well dressed and they wanted me to start dancing with them.
I decided that it had nothing to do with me, because they weren't really THAT attractive anyway, and it was an easier conclusion.
But then the most hilarious thing happened, a guy who very obviously was either gay or just were like me and mr. Michigan, began dancing in the corner on the benches, it felt kinda like it was an arranged show, but it was really involuntarily funny, which admittedly is the best kind of funny, and what I think he believed was sexy moves looked a bit like when a 10 year old girl tries to do britney spears dance moves.
So after a while we, all of us except mr. guide, decided to go out closer by the door and try to find a place we could sit, and maybe talk, but no such place existed in this bar, so we left entirely and began walking back towards the hostel, luckily the finnish girl did not let me have any say in what direction we should be going, because I had told her earlier just how good my sense of direction truly was, so we actually went the right way. On the way we stopped for pizza and a beer, I had already had a slice that day so I really couldn't eat more junk, but I bought a beer, so did michigan, while the girls all ate a slice of pizza.
We talked about going to another bar, but we ended up in the kitchen at the hostel, michigan and I talked about going to the liquor store to by some beers, but we didn't, soon the finnish girl went to bed, then the girl from holland went somewhere, and I went to bed and Swiss/German girl went upstairs to facebook, michigan was all alone in the kitchen, and that's how I ended up not being the only guy who was mistaken for being gay that day!
Day 4, part 1
5th of February, part 1
So this was a weird day, I woke up at 8 AM and was really awake, I stayed in bed for a bit, the australian bloke had already up and left earlier and I later learned he had checked out of the hostel, so I never really got to talk to him, anyway the finnish girl got up and went for a shower, the girl from holland and the bloke from england also got up before I did, while the german, correction swiss girl (I was just told she was swiss after having read these first lines out aloud) slept on, I got out of bed, got a shirt and asked the girl from holland if it was possible to rent a towel, she thought if I went downstairs I probably could rent one in the reception, and I could, so I took a shower, but then I realised I did not have body shampoo, or any shampoo at all.
But I took the shower anyway and decided to get myself some shampoo later, I got back put on some clothes, lend my adaptor to the girl from holland and went downstairs and got myself some coffee and got started on writing on the previous chapter, and now the weirdness began, the more coffee I drank, the more tired I got, I waited for my roomies and joined them for breakfast, which made me even more tired. I spend some times talking with them after breakfast, while I got more tired, talked swedish with the finnish girl, got more tired, finished my coffee, got more tired, and then the finnish girl and the girl from holland went upstairs again, a little later the bloke from england and finally the swiss girl and I left the kitchen.
I went up to my bed and got more tired, but I managed to finish my diary about the pub crawl before I fainted like the princess I truly am.
I slept until about 2 PM, I woke up a lot, and blew my nose a lot, the first hour or so they were vacuuming on the hostel, but I still managed to sleep because princess sleep is only disturbed by peas beneath mattresses, and there was no peas beneath my mattress.
So at 2 PM I got up and wandered aimlessly around town, I looked a bit around for a hat, and found a scottish apparel shop with some hats, none of which were cheap or fancy enough for my extravagant tastes, I also went to a levi's store, and almost all the clerks were gay, which reminds me I forgot the most interesting episode about the pub crawl; when we were walking home yesterday a guy sarcastically yelled; “nice pants” after me, I did what I always do when people are being sarcastic with me and replied like he wasn't being sarcastic, and he then yelled “Fag!” after me, and within a second 3 different groups of people were mad at him and telling him to shut up, which was very funny to me, he must've forgot he was in san francisco!
Also everyone at the hostel except my room mates think I am gay, so yeah bright clothes equals gay in SF.
But I went back home and slept got up, slept, got up and slept almost the entire day, I am kinda running out of time cause I am going on pub crawl again tonight and I have to shower first, I will write about the rest of the day tomorrow I guess.
So this was a weird day, I woke up at 8 AM and was really awake, I stayed in bed for a bit, the australian bloke had already up and left earlier and I later learned he had checked out of the hostel, so I never really got to talk to him, anyway the finnish girl got up and went for a shower, the girl from holland and the bloke from england also got up before I did, while the german, correction swiss girl (I was just told she was swiss after having read these first lines out aloud) slept on, I got out of bed, got a shirt and asked the girl from holland if it was possible to rent a towel, she thought if I went downstairs I probably could rent one in the reception, and I could, so I took a shower, but then I realised I did not have body shampoo, or any shampoo at all.
But I took the shower anyway and decided to get myself some shampoo later, I got back put on some clothes, lend my adaptor to the girl from holland and went downstairs and got myself some coffee and got started on writing on the previous chapter, and now the weirdness began, the more coffee I drank, the more tired I got, I waited for my roomies and joined them for breakfast, which made me even more tired. I spend some times talking with them after breakfast, while I got more tired, talked swedish with the finnish girl, got more tired, finished my coffee, got more tired, and then the finnish girl and the girl from holland went upstairs again, a little later the bloke from england and finally the swiss girl and I left the kitchen.
I went up to my bed and got more tired, but I managed to finish my diary about the pub crawl before I fainted like the princess I truly am.
I slept until about 2 PM, I woke up a lot, and blew my nose a lot, the first hour or so they were vacuuming on the hostel, but I still managed to sleep because princess sleep is only disturbed by peas beneath mattresses, and there was no peas beneath my mattress.
So at 2 PM I got up and wandered aimlessly around town, I looked a bit around for a hat, and found a scottish apparel shop with some hats, none of which were cheap or fancy enough for my extravagant tastes, I also went to a levi's store, and almost all the clerks were gay, which reminds me I forgot the most interesting episode about the pub crawl; when we were walking home yesterday a guy sarcastically yelled; “nice pants” after me, I did what I always do when people are being sarcastic with me and replied like he wasn't being sarcastic, and he then yelled “Fag!” after me, and within a second 3 different groups of people were mad at him and telling him to shut up, which was very funny to me, he must've forgot he was in san francisco!
Also everyone at the hostel except my room mates think I am gay, so yeah bright clothes equals gay in SF.
But I went back home and slept got up, slept, got up and slept almost the entire day, I am kinda running out of time cause I am going on pub crawl again tonight and I have to shower first, I will write about the rest of the day tomorrow I guess.
Day 3, part 1
4th of Feburary, part 1
So once again I woke up quite early, but it wasn't as bad as the night before; I awoke at 3 AM, and was kinda confused, but I got back to sleep again and slept all the way until 5 AM, I got up blew my nose and waltzed back to bed, then between 6 and 7.30 I had a weird period where I was half awake and half asleep and confused my dreams with reality a lot and I got really confused when my alarm clock rang at 7.30 and I had to get up. And also I had slept way too much.. 10 hours… Hopefully I will get my inner clock worked out tonight!
I took a shower and tried out my beauty products, and got the salt scrub everywhere on the floor, it was kinda weird I have never had anything similar to this before but I can tell you my skin is still really soft. I got out of the shower grabbed a towel and so on, I put on some new clothes, except I took the same pants and shirt as I had on yesterday, teal pants and a yellow shirt, I still need to find some kind of hat, the sun get's in my eyes all the time.
I turned on my computer, sat in my bed, and waited for all my adoring fans to begin writing me, and while I patiently waited I checked my facebook and had ELEVEN notifications! That made me happy, a lot. So I read the notifications and wrote back on some of them, then I checked back at messenger, and saw something horrible, ALMOST NO ONE WAS ONLINE!?
I checked the time and it was around 5 PM in denmark, and I wondered, aren't anyone online at 5 PM? I had said to Pete my Tell Tale Contact that I'd be ready for work today, so when he got online I wrote him, he had already written the office a mail asking whether or not they were ready for me, at the same time I was writing with my dad who wanted to know why I was loitering at home istead of being at work, so I explained how it was and some time after my dad had logged off pete wrote again saying they weren't ready for me yet.
So I started installing Penny Arcade: Precipe of darkness for some reason, I haven't played it at all today… And while my computer was installing I noticed the cleaning lady was cleaning the rooms, so I thought this would be a good time to check out the nearby shopping area, I figured out how to turn on the tv, and saw some press conference from the white house while I waited for her to get closer so I could time my trip so she would be finished with my room when I got back.
The press conference was about the government wanting to help small companies and innovators both financially and by making it easier for them to get advice, then some jackass journalist just had to be a smartass and ask about the situation in Cairo, it started out well with the officials from the white house talking about the journalists who had been assaulted down there, but that wasn't what the journalists wanted to hear about, so they asked once again, and specified the question was not like this, but it was clearly, after being refrased by 10 different journalists what they all meant; "Why does the american government not intervene and force the egyptian president Mubarak off his post?", to which he replied several times; "It is not in our place to intervene, if we want this situation to resolve in a constructive manner we should let the egyptians work it out, or else we will cause more instability".
I finally got tired of hearing the journalists insisting that the government should do something about Mubarak and got my jacket on and went to the shopping area, on the way I saw several groups of latin american men standing around just like they do in south park, and I didn't know what to think, but I got there without anyone asking me if I had jobs for them, I took a look at the shops and only one of them caught my interest, it was a apparel shop with the slogan "dress cheap" or something like that, which for some reason also had a lot of other stuff like, minor furniture, toys and perfumes and stuff.
I took a look, I found a pair of blue pants for $20, but I do not really need pants right now, and I decided to look at shoes instead I found a pair of gym soes or whatever they are called for $25 so I decided to buy them because my feet were sore and the only other shoes I brought with me have a bit of heel being dress shoes and all. I also found a pair of calvin klein pajama pants for $18, no deodorants though, they only had perfumes as far as I could tell.
So I went back outside and looked around a bit more, but there really was nothing else of interest, besides an art shop.. I didn't need art stuff, so I went back. I passed the latin american men again I got past without anyone asking me for a job.. Man I really feel racist! This is great stuff, racism is funny when you aren't really racist, or well, if I learned anything from avenue Q it is that Everyone's a bit racist!
Anyway I got home and I could tell they were still not QUITE done yet, so I went up there put my backpack down and then went down to the pool and sat there waiting, enjoying the sun.
When I turned around and saw my door was closed I went up again and began writing a bit on my thesis, but I was really slow about it and spend more time on facebook than I did on my thesis, around 3 PM I got out of my room and walked to the ferry, this time I did not get lost, I got up on the track, I passed a group of latin americans who had just got off work, moments afterwards they all yelled something I turned around and saw a man with long hair and a skirt who was smiling widely while bicycling by me, in viborg there is a guy called "kjole ole" (dress ole), I guess this must be his californian cousin.
I got through the tunnel and on the other side a woman bicycled towards me and looked very surprised for some reason and said "hi" while she passed me, very weird.. I got down to the ferry JUST on time, they delayed the departure one minute because of me and two other blokes, I took a couple of pictures of Larkspur, as the port is called, while we left. Then I went inside and got myself an afternoon snack consisting of a glass of coke and a small pack of chips (crisps, if you are brittish).
I got to San Francisco and began my search for a hostel I had previously marked my map with every hostel near the main road up to the ferry building, called Market street, and I just went from one to the other until I finally found one that I didn't think was either too crummy or was an actual hotel, so I checked in and got a bed in a 6 person mixed dorm, up there was an english kid I talked a bit with him while I tried to write on my thesis and while I waited until 6 PM so I could get something to eat, I've heard that eating at the right times helps you deal with jetlag.
At 6 PM I went out and tried to find a place to get something to eat first I saw a pizza place, but decided I didn't want to have pizza, even though it was called "PIRAAT pizza", so I passed a Subway, some art institute kids being artsy outside their building smoking "roll-em-yourself" cigarettes and talking about stuff like whether crayon or charcoal is the better tool for making a expressionistic sculpture. I then passed a girl sitting on a flight of stairs and she said "Hey, I like your pants" I got really confused walked backwards, really awkwardly, turned around, really awkwardly, took a step, really awkwardly, She then said "I really like the color, it's cool" (notice she is american so she says colour without the u), I awkwardly replied "Oh thank you", and awkwardly smiled while I awkwardly walked on.
I walked about two blocks but saw no restaurant of interest, only more pizza signs, so I went back and thought, "I'm just awkwardly gonna ask that girl who liked my pants if she knows any good places to eat nearby", when I got to the flight of stairs I awkwardly stared up the stairs, but she was not there, because it turned out that she also was one of the artsy people now discussing whether the complete works of mozart could be transferred into an abstract painting, so I hurried on before I began talking about surrealistic aggriculture, I ended up in subway.. Yeah..
So I got a footlong sandwich with buffalo chicken, I bought a meal which was with a soda and a bag of chips, or crisps if you will, $8.30, and ate it at subway no one else did they bought it to go, I couldn't eat all of it so I brought the rest back at the hostel.
So then I went down stairs with my computer and started writing in my diary and listening in on peoples conversations, I've noticed that whenever a girl sits down a guy will approach her immediately, wich is funny because I know I would have done the same had I not had more important work to do; record history in the making!
While I wrote this diary entry I got kinda tired so I looked around for some coffee, but they only had tea, so I got that instead, by now there is a lot of people here talking, girls playing with their hair and laughing at stupid jokes, and men trying to be cool and interesting and funny and clever, There is a bar crawl tonight by the way! I am still quite tired but I think I should definitely join in! Hopefully, as I mentioned earlier it will help me get rid of my jetlag.
Still one hour to go, but I'll try to be social now instead of staring into this screen, however important my endeavors may be, writing them down is not as important as them actually taking place, so good night, and I'll tell you all how the bar crawl went tomorrow morning.
So once again I woke up quite early, but it wasn't as bad as the night before; I awoke at 3 AM, and was kinda confused, but I got back to sleep again and slept all the way until 5 AM, I got up blew my nose and waltzed back to bed, then between 6 and 7.30 I had a weird period where I was half awake and half asleep and confused my dreams with reality a lot and I got really confused when my alarm clock rang at 7.30 and I had to get up. And also I had slept way too much.. 10 hours… Hopefully I will get my inner clock worked out tonight!
I took a shower and tried out my beauty products, and got the salt scrub everywhere on the floor, it was kinda weird I have never had anything similar to this before but I can tell you my skin is still really soft. I got out of the shower grabbed a towel and so on, I put on some new clothes, except I took the same pants and shirt as I had on yesterday, teal pants and a yellow shirt, I still need to find some kind of hat, the sun get's in my eyes all the time.
I turned on my computer, sat in my bed, and waited for all my adoring fans to begin writing me, and while I patiently waited I checked my facebook and had ELEVEN notifications! That made me happy, a lot. So I read the notifications and wrote back on some of them, then I checked back at messenger, and saw something horrible, ALMOST NO ONE WAS ONLINE!?
I checked the time and it was around 5 PM in denmark, and I wondered, aren't anyone online at 5 PM? I had said to Pete my Tell Tale Contact that I'd be ready for work today, so when he got online I wrote him, he had already written the office a mail asking whether or not they were ready for me, at the same time I was writing with my dad who wanted to know why I was loitering at home istead of being at work, so I explained how it was and some time after my dad had logged off pete wrote again saying they weren't ready for me yet.
So I started installing Penny Arcade: Precipe of darkness for some reason, I haven't played it at all today… And while my computer was installing I noticed the cleaning lady was cleaning the rooms, so I thought this would be a good time to check out the nearby shopping area, I figured out how to turn on the tv, and saw some press conference from the white house while I waited for her to get closer so I could time my trip so she would be finished with my room when I got back.
The press conference was about the government wanting to help small companies and innovators both financially and by making it easier for them to get advice, then some jackass journalist just had to be a smartass and ask about the situation in Cairo, it started out well with the officials from the white house talking about the journalists who had been assaulted down there, but that wasn't what the journalists wanted to hear about, so they asked once again, and specified the question was not like this, but it was clearly, after being refrased by 10 different journalists what they all meant; "Why does the american government not intervene and force the egyptian president Mubarak off his post?", to which he replied several times; "It is not in our place to intervene, if we want this situation to resolve in a constructive manner we should let the egyptians work it out, or else we will cause more instability".
I finally got tired of hearing the journalists insisting that the government should do something about Mubarak and got my jacket on and went to the shopping area, on the way I saw several groups of latin american men standing around just like they do in south park, and I didn't know what to think, but I got there without anyone asking me if I had jobs for them, I took a look at the shops and only one of them caught my interest, it was a apparel shop with the slogan "dress cheap" or something like that, which for some reason also had a lot of other stuff like, minor furniture, toys and perfumes and stuff.
I took a look, I found a pair of blue pants for $20, but I do not really need pants right now, and I decided to look at shoes instead I found a pair of gym soes or whatever they are called for $25 so I decided to buy them because my feet were sore and the only other shoes I brought with me have a bit of heel being dress shoes and all. I also found a pair of calvin klein pajama pants for $18, no deodorants though, they only had perfumes as far as I could tell.
So I went back outside and looked around a bit more, but there really was nothing else of interest, besides an art shop.. I didn't need art stuff, so I went back. I passed the latin american men again I got past without anyone asking me for a job.. Man I really feel racist! This is great stuff, racism is funny when you aren't really racist, or well, if I learned anything from avenue Q it is that Everyone's a bit racist!
Anyway I got home and I could tell they were still not QUITE done yet, so I went up there put my backpack down and then went down to the pool and sat there waiting, enjoying the sun.
When I turned around and saw my door was closed I went up again and began writing a bit on my thesis, but I was really slow about it and spend more time on facebook than I did on my thesis, around 3 PM I got out of my room and walked to the ferry, this time I did not get lost, I got up on the track, I passed a group of latin americans who had just got off work, moments afterwards they all yelled something I turned around and saw a man with long hair and a skirt who was smiling widely while bicycling by me, in viborg there is a guy called "kjole ole" (dress ole), I guess this must be his californian cousin.
I got through the tunnel and on the other side a woman bicycled towards me and looked very surprised for some reason and said "hi" while she passed me, very weird.. I got down to the ferry JUST on time, they delayed the departure one minute because of me and two other blokes, I took a couple of pictures of Larkspur, as the port is called, while we left. Then I went inside and got myself an afternoon snack consisting of a glass of coke and a small pack of chips (crisps, if you are brittish).
I got to San Francisco and began my search for a hostel I had previously marked my map with every hostel near the main road up to the ferry building, called Market street, and I just went from one to the other until I finally found one that I didn't think was either too crummy or was an actual hotel, so I checked in and got a bed in a 6 person mixed dorm, up there was an english kid I talked a bit with him while I tried to write on my thesis and while I waited until 6 PM so I could get something to eat, I've heard that eating at the right times helps you deal with jetlag.
At 6 PM I went out and tried to find a place to get something to eat first I saw a pizza place, but decided I didn't want to have pizza, even though it was called "PIRAAT pizza", so I passed a Subway, some art institute kids being artsy outside their building smoking "roll-em-yourself" cigarettes and talking about stuff like whether crayon or charcoal is the better tool for making a expressionistic sculpture. I then passed a girl sitting on a flight of stairs and she said "Hey, I like your pants" I got really confused walked backwards, really awkwardly, turned around, really awkwardly, took a step, really awkwardly, She then said "I really like the color, it's cool" (notice she is american so she says colour without the u), I awkwardly replied "Oh thank you", and awkwardly smiled while I awkwardly walked on.
I walked about two blocks but saw no restaurant of interest, only more pizza signs, so I went back and thought, "I'm just awkwardly gonna ask that girl who liked my pants if she knows any good places to eat nearby", when I got to the flight of stairs I awkwardly stared up the stairs, but she was not there, because it turned out that she also was one of the artsy people now discussing whether the complete works of mozart could be transferred into an abstract painting, so I hurried on before I began talking about surrealistic aggriculture, I ended up in subway.. Yeah..
So I got a footlong sandwich with buffalo chicken, I bought a meal which was with a soda and a bag of chips, or crisps if you will, $8.30, and ate it at subway no one else did they bought it to go, I couldn't eat all of it so I brought the rest back at the hostel.
So then I went down stairs with my computer and started writing in my diary and listening in on peoples conversations, I've noticed that whenever a girl sits down a guy will approach her immediately, wich is funny because I know I would have done the same had I not had more important work to do; record history in the making!
While I wrote this diary entry I got kinda tired so I looked around for some coffee, but they only had tea, so I got that instead, by now there is a lot of people here talking, girls playing with their hair and laughing at stupid jokes, and men trying to be cool and interesting and funny and clever, There is a bar crawl tonight by the way! I am still quite tired but I think I should definitely join in! Hopefully, as I mentioned earlier it will help me get rid of my jetlag.
Still one hour to go, but I'll try to be social now instead of staring into this screen, however important my endeavors may be, writing them down is not as important as them actually taking place, so good night, and I'll tell you all how the bar crawl went tomorrow morning.
Day 3, part 2
4th of February, part 2
So I closed my computer, and right next to me sat a girl from Finland, and we talked a bit, she is an exchange student, studying something I sadly do not remember what, at the university in orange county and were here for the weekend. So anyway I needed to go upstairs with my computer and I bid her a hearty farewell, she was not joining the pub crawl, because she had to study.
I went upstairs, carrying my computer beneath my arm and got in my room, this time there were two girls I introduced myself and I got their names and of port of call, one of the girls were from germany, I've seen A LOT of germans in the US so far, and the other girl was from holland as far as I recall. I sat and talked with them a bit, getting to know my roommates is important I figure, and then I found out that they were studying the same place as the girl from finland, by the way I actually do know their names, kind of, I just refrain from writing them here so they can enjoy at least some kind of anonymity.
So it turned out the finnish girl lived in the room as well, what a crazy random happenstance! After a while a guy from australia came in, but by then it was almost time to go pub crawling so I didn't get to talk with him much, I took on my shoes and stuff and then I went downstairs where people were drinking to get ready for the pub crawl, I sat myself next to the finnish girl again and told her I was in the same room as her, we talked a bit, and then the guy leading the pub crawl went around to people telling them we were gathering outside and getting ready to leave, I went outside took some pictures of the motel, so you guys can see where I lived, and talked a bit with an irishman and two tall shy german blonde girls, more germans, the irishman played some kind of blowing instrument and wasn't joining us on the bar crawl, he insisted being drunk was better when you had to play instruments, which I know is rubbish but meh, let the guy have his fun.
Then suddenly I noticed the crowd had grown considerably and was beginning to move out of the alley, I guess tall shy german blonde girls can distract just you enough not to notice 10-20 people stepping out of a door a few feet away, I told the german girls that people were going, because clearly they too were mesmerised. Hopefully by my daring adventuresque rugged looks, but probably they were just listening to the drunk irish bloke going on about drunken stuff.
So we went down the alley and the guy leading the bar crawl introduced himself and we had a name round, and everyone forgot each others names immediately of course but then we went for the first bar, on the way I spoke a little with a couple of people but nothing too interesting, mostly stuff like "what is your name", "Hi I am blah blah", "nice to meet you", "What do you do", "That sounds awesome", "can I have your autograph" and "you are my greatest idol, I wanna give birth to your children", just the kind of stuff people normally talk about when first they meet me.
But we came to the first bar which had a lot of awesome stuffed animals, one of them had a hat on, and I bought myself a beer, a brown ale, and being a guy, I sat next to two women, (as I mentioned earlier I would) from the hostel, whom I will not be describing in detail since I friended them on facebook later in the night, and I do not want them to be too flattered by my kind words, I will say however that they were from switzerland. In the bar was a tv showing Scarface, and we discussed for some time which movie it was, because one of the girls thought it was a peter sellers flick, which I knew it wasn't, I am clever that way, knowing al pachino is not peter sellers and all.
So after about an hour we went on, I do not have a vivid memory of the second bar, so it must've been less than fantastic I guess, or maybe I just think I were in one more bar, than I actually was.
Well the third bar, or the second, depending on whether or not I was at a bar between this one and the first one, was kind of a weird mix between a dancing place and a sitting still and drinking place, so people were mostly just standing around, and dancing a bit on the spot.
I got a pale ale, and began talking with some of the people from the hostel, including the two tall shy german blonde girls, who were flight attendants. I guess that's perfect if you are a tall shy german blonde girl, at least the male passengers will appreciate it.
But they were only doing it for 6 months, afterwards they were gonna start their education. I left the two tall shy german blonde girls, because I got tired of not being able to hear what they were saying over the music, and also because tall shy german blonde girls are shy and do not really carry a conversation well I'm afraid.
I walked around for a bit and ended up back with the swiss girls as they were the ones I felt were the easiest to talk to, I started an argument I had lost so many times before, and never will win, whether or not men can be dancing sexy, one of the girls came with the best argument that I've heard, several times, and yet again I must admit; I am not gay, therefore I cannot possibly know whether men can dance sexily. Which I still do not quite believe they can, possibly I never will.
I got another pale ale because she dared me to dance so she could tell me if it were sexy or not, and for some reason I did not really feel drunk enough to make a fool out of myself at that juncture, oh a little side note getting a drink in the US take longer than it does in denmark for some reason, the bartenders are not quite as fast I suppose.
I drank it and promised, if it were possible I'd dance at the next bar. Because when my glass was empty we had to leave again.
The last bar was CROWDED like you wouldn't believe.. Or well, it was as crowded as a danish bar on the 25th of december or something, so maybe you would believe it actually. But one of the swiss girls got me a beer, once again my manliness reversed the traditional gender roles, and we found a place to sit, for some reason no one wanted to sit down and there were a lot of vacant booths.
I talked with the two swiss girls and whoever came over to the table, I am gonna leave the details vague, mostly because when people are drunk they do some “weird stuff” sometimes, and I don't feel good about writing about other people's “weird actions”, but yeah, there were some “weirdness” going on between some people at the hostel.
So then I had emptied my beer, which was a budweiser by the way. And the swiss girl who had not bought me a beer, bought me another one. Fun Fact: I've never bought a girl a beer unless I bought beers for several people at the same time, or if I bought several beers in a store, and just handed one over. But at several occasions girls have bought me a beer, once I got a beer from one girl and a beer and a drink from another girl, at the same time!
Now you might say; “way to tell people you are a true gentleman morten”, but then I'd say; “I find the notion ' gentleman' to be sexist, and I believe in equality”.
But that also would mean I should've bought girls a beer just as many times as I received a beer, but that is a minor detail nobody really cares about.
So after a short while and way before I could finish my beer it was 1.30 AM and the bar was closing, we went home to the hostel and I got persuaded to join in on a little drinking at the hostel which lasted until 3 or 4 AM, we played a game with two belgian guys who called the game danish, I didn't win, and then again there were weirdness going on which I am not gonna tell you about, but you are welcome to use your wild imagination.
At around 4 AM I got up to bed, and slept, I'm thinking I'm gonna join a pub crawl again tonight, the three girls in my dorm are going, they seem nice so it should be fun. Right now I am gonna catch a bit of shut-eye, as I've slept for like 4 hours tonight so I'm a bit exhausted, gonna write again before I leave for the pub crawl, see ya!
So I closed my computer, and right next to me sat a girl from Finland, and we talked a bit, she is an exchange student, studying something I sadly do not remember what, at the university in orange county and were here for the weekend. So anyway I needed to go upstairs with my computer and I bid her a hearty farewell, she was not joining the pub crawl, because she had to study.
I went upstairs, carrying my computer beneath my arm and got in my room, this time there were two girls I introduced myself and I got their names and of port of call, one of the girls were from germany, I've seen A LOT of germans in the US so far, and the other girl was from holland as far as I recall. I sat and talked with them a bit, getting to know my roommates is important I figure, and then I found out that they were studying the same place as the girl from finland, by the way I actually do know their names, kind of, I just refrain from writing them here so they can enjoy at least some kind of anonymity.
So it turned out the finnish girl lived in the room as well, what a crazy random happenstance! After a while a guy from australia came in, but by then it was almost time to go pub crawling so I didn't get to talk with him much, I took on my shoes and stuff and then I went downstairs where people were drinking to get ready for the pub crawl, I sat myself next to the finnish girl again and told her I was in the same room as her, we talked a bit, and then the guy leading the pub crawl went around to people telling them we were gathering outside and getting ready to leave, I went outside took some pictures of the motel, so you guys can see where I lived, and talked a bit with an irishman and two tall shy german blonde girls, more germans, the irishman played some kind of blowing instrument and wasn't joining us on the bar crawl, he insisted being drunk was better when you had to play instruments, which I know is rubbish but meh, let the guy have his fun.
Then suddenly I noticed the crowd had grown considerably and was beginning to move out of the alley, I guess tall shy german blonde girls can distract just you enough not to notice 10-20 people stepping out of a door a few feet away, I told the german girls that people were going, because clearly they too were mesmerised. Hopefully by my daring adventuresque rugged looks, but probably they were just listening to the drunk irish bloke going on about drunken stuff.
So we went down the alley and the guy leading the bar crawl introduced himself and we had a name round, and everyone forgot each others names immediately of course but then we went for the first bar, on the way I spoke a little with a couple of people but nothing too interesting, mostly stuff like "what is your name", "Hi I am blah blah", "nice to meet you", "What do you do", "That sounds awesome", "can I have your autograph" and "you are my greatest idol, I wanna give birth to your children", just the kind of stuff people normally talk about when first they meet me.
But we came to the first bar which had a lot of awesome stuffed animals, one of them had a hat on, and I bought myself a beer, a brown ale, and being a guy, I sat next to two women, (as I mentioned earlier I would) from the hostel, whom I will not be describing in detail since I friended them on facebook later in the night, and I do not want them to be too flattered by my kind words, I will say however that they were from switzerland. In the bar was a tv showing Scarface, and we discussed for some time which movie it was, because one of the girls thought it was a peter sellers flick, which I knew it wasn't, I am clever that way, knowing al pachino is not peter sellers and all.
So after about an hour we went on, I do not have a vivid memory of the second bar, so it must've been less than fantastic I guess, or maybe I just think I were in one more bar, than I actually was.
Well the third bar, or the second, depending on whether or not I was at a bar between this one and the first one, was kind of a weird mix between a dancing place and a sitting still and drinking place, so people were mostly just standing around, and dancing a bit on the spot.
I got a pale ale, and began talking with some of the people from the hostel, including the two tall shy german blonde girls, who were flight attendants. I guess that's perfect if you are a tall shy german blonde girl, at least the male passengers will appreciate it.
But they were only doing it for 6 months, afterwards they were gonna start their education. I left the two tall shy german blonde girls, because I got tired of not being able to hear what they were saying over the music, and also because tall shy german blonde girls are shy and do not really carry a conversation well I'm afraid.
I walked around for a bit and ended up back with the swiss girls as they were the ones I felt were the easiest to talk to, I started an argument I had lost so many times before, and never will win, whether or not men can be dancing sexy, one of the girls came with the best argument that I've heard, several times, and yet again I must admit; I am not gay, therefore I cannot possibly know whether men can dance sexily. Which I still do not quite believe they can, possibly I never will.
I got another pale ale because she dared me to dance so she could tell me if it were sexy or not, and for some reason I did not really feel drunk enough to make a fool out of myself at that juncture, oh a little side note getting a drink in the US take longer than it does in denmark for some reason, the bartenders are not quite as fast I suppose.
I drank it and promised, if it were possible I'd dance at the next bar. Because when my glass was empty we had to leave again.
The last bar was CROWDED like you wouldn't believe.. Or well, it was as crowded as a danish bar on the 25th of december or something, so maybe you would believe it actually. But one of the swiss girls got me a beer, once again my manliness reversed the traditional gender roles, and we found a place to sit, for some reason no one wanted to sit down and there were a lot of vacant booths.
I talked with the two swiss girls and whoever came over to the table, I am gonna leave the details vague, mostly because when people are drunk they do some “weird stuff” sometimes, and I don't feel good about writing about other people's “weird actions”, but yeah, there were some “weirdness” going on between some people at the hostel.
So then I had emptied my beer, which was a budweiser by the way. And the swiss girl who had not bought me a beer, bought me another one. Fun Fact: I've never bought a girl a beer unless I bought beers for several people at the same time, or if I bought several beers in a store, and just handed one over. But at several occasions girls have bought me a beer, once I got a beer from one girl and a beer and a drink from another girl, at the same time!
Now you might say; “way to tell people you are a true gentleman morten”, but then I'd say; “I find the notion ' gentleman' to be sexist, and I believe in equality”.
But that also would mean I should've bought girls a beer just as many times as I received a beer, but that is a minor detail nobody really cares about.
So after a short while and way before I could finish my beer it was 1.30 AM and the bar was closing, we went home to the hostel and I got persuaded to join in on a little drinking at the hostel which lasted until 3 or 4 AM, we played a game with two belgian guys who called the game danish, I didn't win, and then again there were weirdness going on which I am not gonna tell you about, but you are welcome to use your wild imagination.
At around 4 AM I got up to bed, and slept, I'm thinking I'm gonna join a pub crawl again tonight, the three girls in my dorm are going, they seem nice so it should be fun. Right now I am gonna catch a bit of shut-eye, as I've slept for like 4 hours tonight so I'm a bit exhausted, gonna write again before I leave for the pub crawl, see ya!
Day 2
3rd of February
Okay, my day started around 1 AM, when I woke up the first time, 1 AM corrosponds to 10 AM in denmark, which is when I usually automatically wake up.
I forced myself back to sleep, and awoke 2 hours later at 3 AM, this time widely awake, I tried to fall asleep again but didn't really until around 4 AM, then I awoke at 5 AM, and 6 AM and finally 7 AM I got out of bed and hit the showers, litterally POW! No not really, I just took a shower..
After spending 5 minutes figuring out how the shower worked, because it was in fact a specially tricky shower which would explain why my neighbour was so smelly, had I met him and were he smelly.. But I have not met him and I do not know how smelly he is.
But I took a shower, which reminds me I need to buy some shampoo tomorrow, and shaved, and then I looked for my deodorant and my facial moisturiser but to no awail, and also I need a deodorant, had they been confiscated in the airport? I do not now, because it would be like me to forget them at my parents' place after having taken a shower back there.
So I picked up a towel and dried myself and found some clean clothes, took tem on and turned on my laptop and went on facebook and messenger, within nanoseconds people started writing me, because everyone loves me, or maybe they are just envious, I would be!
I wrote a little with all my fans and I made some minor changes to this here blog, whilst packing my backpack with stuff I thought I might need in San Francisco, which was;
- a scarf
- my drawing utencils
- and nothing else.
Around 8.30 my contact Pete picked me up and we went to a place that served $5 breakfast and free coffee, it was good. After we had eaten, Pete drove me a bit around just so I could situate myself a bit, for which I am thankful (I will explain why later).
He dropped me off at the ferry, which had just sailed, so I took a walk in a nearby shopping area, there was a 24 hours fitness center, some different shops, something that seemed like a ballerina class for small girls, and a maritime framer, which is perhabs the most awesome idea ever! (Maybe except for Maritime manicures).
"So ye be wantin' a frame eh?! Don't ye be buyin' just any frame fer yer pictures mam, buy a MARITIME FRAME Yarr!"
After having seen all the shops, most of which were still closed, I walked back to the ferry dock, I waited around for quite some time, there came a punker on a longboard which was hilarious to me, he had yellow scotch checkered pants though, that I must admit I envied him for.
So then the ferry came and I sat down outside behind two girls who was taking pictures of eachother on the ferry, and I remembered I did not have a camera, then a couple sat next to me, they took pictues of the scenery, and I remembered I did not have a camera, there also was a guy with a face full of beard rayban sunglasses and headphones on his ears, after a while he began taking pictures, and I remembered I did not have a camera..
After the ferry ride, and me remembering that I did not have a camera, I got on dry land and went inside the ferry building as it is called, and I bought myself a map, that I did not use once that entire day, and went into the city.
For a long time I just walked around too scared to go into any shops, but then I saw a ARTS UTILITY SHOP or something, and I went in there to get myself a sketchbook, the store was situated right next to an art school, and the shop was full of students being artsy and talking about which verridian colour was best for their purpose, and whether B2 or HB was the better pencil, I grabbed myself… …a sketchbook, and got out of there before I began saying stuff like "oh Green is so last minute ago!" to complete strangers.
After that I found a mall! I went to every floor, and there was a lot of mens' clothing! A lot of boring clothes, but also a few nice things, for instance, a pair of coloured jeans $20, some REALLY nice shoes, that I really am considering buying despite the $100 pricetag, hopefully I will find something equally awesome and cheaper.
I walked past some kind of stands, where a guy immidiatly points me out and asks me where I bought my pants, I had to tell him I bought them in denmark, where I also origninated from.
Then he pulled me over to his stand and began telling me about his facial creams and stuff, and I tried them and they seemed really good, my hands are still very soft J
I tried to escape afterwards without buying anything, mostly because everything was REALLY expensive, but he really wanted to sell me his products, so he said I could buy one of the products at half the price, and then as a gift he would give me one of the other products for free which I could not refuse, since I had lost my facial moisturiser.
I went around for a bit more and then I got pulled to another stand by another guy, who also wanted to sell me beauty products, I let him let me test te products and when I declined he of course tried harder to sell me his stuff, he mentioned I was a very well dressed guy, but other men looked at the face first and foremost, I think I laughed a bit, because just after that he asked if I was into men or women, it was a pretty funny situation and he got a little embaressed.
I refused a couple of times more and then he again gave me an offer, to sell me one of the products to half the price, but I did not bite this time, I had beauty products enough in my backpack to turn me into a woman already!
I left the mall and began to feel slightly tired and bored so I went back towards the ferry building, and on the way I stopped by a Radioshack and bought myself a camera, YAY! They offered me an insurance on the camera for $12, so I must've sounded american enough for them not to notice, but I told him I was from denmark and so it wouldn't help me much to get it insured.
I got down to the ferry building around 1 PM, and I decided it was too early to go home, So I sat myself on a bench and I drew a little, I drew a statue that was standing there of ghandi, I might put it up later if I get access to a scanner over here.
Then I went for a walk down the coast, and came to some weird sculptures, I took some pictures and went on, when I didn't want to go any further I sat down and drew again, after that I just went back to the ferry, on the ferry I took some pictures again and then I went inside because it was way to windy for me to be outside, and I think I have a bit of a sore throat *COUGH*.
I got of the ferry and found my way to a path that would lead me through a tunnel and end near my motel, and when I got off the path, I got lost.
If you've ever been in a strange place with me and let me decide which way to go, you'd know that I always walk the wrong way, this was no exception. So I walked off the path and I could remember something with going underneath a bridge, and turning. So that was what I did, there was a bridge right ahead, and some time after that there was a turn, I walked for some time until I could see that I was approaching something that was not meant for pedestrians.
I turned around and though to myself "That was strange, I went under the bridge and I turned", But I know myself well enough to not be too surprised, and when I came back to the bridge I went under I realized my mistake, I went under the bridge and turned, when I should've turned and gone under the bridge, there were two different bridges, and I went under the wrong one, of course.
I got home relaxed my weary feet, and then I went to a mexican restaurant, which was good, real good actually, $15 for a meal so big I could not eat it all, and they gave me a container to take the remains back with me, I could not remember how much to tip, so I tipped 50%, also because it was such a good meal, and really nice staff.
I got back home checked my email and got a response to a mail I sendt a guy from tell tale about a spare room I could rent, awesome.
Good night, I am sleepy now, it's 9.30 and I guess I am still suffering from jetlag!
Okay, my day started around 1 AM, when I woke up the first time, 1 AM corrosponds to 10 AM in denmark, which is when I usually automatically wake up.
I forced myself back to sleep, and awoke 2 hours later at 3 AM, this time widely awake, I tried to fall asleep again but didn't really until around 4 AM, then I awoke at 5 AM, and 6 AM and finally 7 AM I got out of bed and hit the showers, litterally POW! No not really, I just took a shower..
After spending 5 minutes figuring out how the shower worked, because it was in fact a specially tricky shower which would explain why my neighbour was so smelly, had I met him and were he smelly.. But I have not met him and I do not know how smelly he is.
But I took a shower, which reminds me I need to buy some shampoo tomorrow, and shaved, and then I looked for my deodorant and my facial moisturiser but to no awail, and also I need a deodorant, had they been confiscated in the airport? I do not now, because it would be like me to forget them at my parents' place after having taken a shower back there.
So I picked up a towel and dried myself and found some clean clothes, took tem on and turned on my laptop and went on facebook and messenger, within nanoseconds people started writing me, because everyone loves me, or maybe they are just envious, I would be!
I wrote a little with all my fans and I made some minor changes to this here blog, whilst packing my backpack with stuff I thought I might need in San Francisco, which was;
- a scarf
- my drawing utencils
- and nothing else.
Around 8.30 my contact Pete picked me up and we went to a place that served $5 breakfast and free coffee, it was good. After we had eaten, Pete drove me a bit around just so I could situate myself a bit, for which I am thankful (I will explain why later).
He dropped me off at the ferry, which had just sailed, so I took a walk in a nearby shopping area, there was a 24 hours fitness center, some different shops, something that seemed like a ballerina class for small girls, and a maritime framer, which is perhabs the most awesome idea ever! (Maybe except for Maritime manicures).
"So ye be wantin' a frame eh?! Don't ye be buyin' just any frame fer yer pictures mam, buy a MARITIME FRAME Yarr!"
After having seen all the shops, most of which were still closed, I walked back to the ferry dock, I waited around for quite some time, there came a punker on a longboard which was hilarious to me, he had yellow scotch checkered pants though, that I must admit I envied him for.
So then the ferry came and I sat down outside behind two girls who was taking pictures of eachother on the ferry, and I remembered I did not have a camera, then a couple sat next to me, they took pictues of the scenery, and I remembered I did not have a camera, there also was a guy with a face full of beard rayban sunglasses and headphones on his ears, after a while he began taking pictures, and I remembered I did not have a camera..
After the ferry ride, and me remembering that I did not have a camera, I got on dry land and went inside the ferry building as it is called, and I bought myself a map, that I did not use once that entire day, and went into the city.
For a long time I just walked around too scared to go into any shops, but then I saw a ARTS UTILITY SHOP or something, and I went in there to get myself a sketchbook, the store was situated right next to an art school, and the shop was full of students being artsy and talking about which verridian colour was best for their purpose, and whether B2 or HB was the better pencil, I grabbed myself… …a sketchbook, and got out of there before I began saying stuff like "oh Green is so last minute ago!" to complete strangers.
After that I found a mall! I went to every floor, and there was a lot of mens' clothing! A lot of boring clothes, but also a few nice things, for instance, a pair of coloured jeans $20, some REALLY nice shoes, that I really am considering buying despite the $100 pricetag, hopefully I will find something equally awesome and cheaper.
I walked past some kind of stands, where a guy immidiatly points me out and asks me where I bought my pants, I had to tell him I bought them in denmark, where I also origninated from.
Then he pulled me over to his stand and began telling me about his facial creams and stuff, and I tried them and they seemed really good, my hands are still very soft J
I tried to escape afterwards without buying anything, mostly because everything was REALLY expensive, but he really wanted to sell me his products, so he said I could buy one of the products at half the price, and then as a gift he would give me one of the other products for free which I could not refuse, since I had lost my facial moisturiser.
I went around for a bit more and then I got pulled to another stand by another guy, who also wanted to sell me beauty products, I let him let me test te products and when I declined he of course tried harder to sell me his stuff, he mentioned I was a very well dressed guy, but other men looked at the face first and foremost, I think I laughed a bit, because just after that he asked if I was into men or women, it was a pretty funny situation and he got a little embaressed.
I refused a couple of times more and then he again gave me an offer, to sell me one of the products to half the price, but I did not bite this time, I had beauty products enough in my backpack to turn me into a woman already!
I left the mall and began to feel slightly tired and bored so I went back towards the ferry building, and on the way I stopped by a Radioshack and bought myself a camera, YAY! They offered me an insurance on the camera for $12, so I must've sounded american enough for them not to notice, but I told him I was from denmark and so it wouldn't help me much to get it insured.
I got down to the ferry building around 1 PM, and I decided it was too early to go home, So I sat myself on a bench and I drew a little, I drew a statue that was standing there of ghandi, I might put it up later if I get access to a scanner over here.
Then I went for a walk down the coast, and came to some weird sculptures, I took some pictures and went on, when I didn't want to go any further I sat down and drew again, after that I just went back to the ferry, on the ferry I took some pictures again and then I went inside because it was way to windy for me to be outside, and I think I have a bit of a sore throat *COUGH*.
I got of the ferry and found my way to a path that would lead me through a tunnel and end near my motel, and when I got off the path, I got lost.
If you've ever been in a strange place with me and let me decide which way to go, you'd know that I always walk the wrong way, this was no exception. So I walked off the path and I could remember something with going underneath a bridge, and turning. So that was what I did, there was a bridge right ahead, and some time after that there was a turn, I walked for some time until I could see that I was approaching something that was not meant for pedestrians.
I turned around and though to myself "That was strange, I went under the bridge and I turned", But I know myself well enough to not be too surprised, and when I came back to the bridge I went under I realized my mistake, I went under the bridge and turned, when I should've turned and gone under the bridge, there were two different bridges, and I went under the wrong one, of course.
I got home relaxed my weary feet, and then I went to a mexican restaurant, which was good, real good actually, $15 for a meal so big I could not eat it all, and they gave me a container to take the remains back with me, I could not remember how much to tip, so I tipped 50%, also because it was such a good meal, and really nice staff.
I got back home checked my email and got a response to a mail I sendt a guy from tell tale about a spare room I could rent, awesome.
Good night, I am sleepy now, it's 9.30 and I guess I am still suffering from jetlag!
Day 1
The 2nd of February
My day started early as I had a long day ahead of me, 33 hours to be exact (24 + 9 for traveling across timezones) My mother woke me at 4.45 AM danish time and I got up immideatly, I still cannot remember I slept at all that night, but I did.
The day before I had packet my stuff printed what needed to be printed, sat around looking at graigslist (an american site where you can post about stuff you have, or stuff you wanna have and in theory it gains everybody) and watched tv.
Among the stuff I forgot, because you HAVE to forget SOMETHING, was;
- "Rejsen går til californien" (traveling to california) which I got as a present and I was very disappointed when I roamed through my luggage later to find I had forgot it.
- a pen in my hand luggage, it is very hard to declare your stuff to the airport without one, luckily a nice stewardesse were willing to lend me hers.
- A sketch book, I SHOULD have honed my lacking sketching skills in the airport while waiting, waiting and waiting some more
- A camera, sorry folks unless I can find something cheap reliable and worthwhile it looks like you are going to have to live without screenshots of my adventures in San Francisco!
I'll probably add to the list during the next couple of days when I discover that I never actually brought a pair of shoes or that I forgot all my underwear, so stay tuned.
Where was I?
Ah we haven't even left my parents yet! So I saw some more TV, damn those apparatuses steals away time that should've been spendt finding "Rejsen går til californien", a pen, a sketch book and a camera! Anyhow I took a shower grabbed a towel laughed at my mirror image just to find it laughing back at me, put on some clothes grabbed a piece of bread got in the car and had my mom drive me to nyborg train station, yay!
I said bye to my mom, went upstairs and waited for the train to come, while I was waiting I was freezing, because it is cold in denmark, wich is a subject I will return to later on.
After about 5 or 10 or 15 minutes, or another timeinterval even, the train came to the station, at nyborg station there were already a heckload of people but there was even more in the train, I had thought it would be nearly empty, but "c'est la vie" which is about the only thing I can say in french appart from "baguette" and "sacré blué".
I remembered with my super brain that I had forgot to write my contact this morning updating him on my status, luckily yet another, or actually the first helpful lady of the day was there to save my behind, I borrowed her computer and got the mail sendt of, when I got to kastrup I was surprised by the cheery security people, one of which said to another "If we were any nicer we would be…" Something I sadly forgot, but they were smiling and chatting people up.
As I got checked in and was ready to find my gate I found out that it had no gate yet, so I drank some Americano coffee and regrettet as mentioned my lack of a sketchbook, then I decided to go look for a book, because my mom had told me earlier that during the flight I might want to read, logic I did not see at the time, but in hindsight appreciate dearly. But I had no luck none of te books seemed interesting so then I began a hunt for the toilet because I had been drinking coffee… I guess I'll spare you the details.
When a came back from the exciting adventure you will never read about, I found that the gate had been given and was already kinda open, because even though it said so, when I got there, it wasn't waited again, regretted I forgot a sketch book, looked at two danish girls who were going to new zealand, but when they started talking about applying for "Universitetet" (College), I decided they were to young for me to be looking at them, and regrettet my lack of a sketch book some more, while I drank the last sip of my coffee.
When the gate finally opened we were guided out of the lounge area, and lined up and boarded, but not before everyone had left te plane first of course.
When I got on I thought "now would be a good time to sleep", but then they mentioned something with the flight only being one hour.. Oh! By the way, this is the plane to Frankfurt.
So I ditched sleep ate a tortilla wrap and enjoyed a glass of coke with it.
Besides the takeoff and landing nothing exciting really happened, but gotta say it is fun to sit in an airplane when it takes off and you can just see how steep the angle on the plane is, it's crazy fun!
But then it landed, I got out, through more security, Frankfurt was a lot stricter than Copenhagen and the mood was not as light and I felt nervous whenever I spoke with anybody who asked me anything, like; "What's your favourite colour roses?", "Where would you take me on a date?" or "Do you know a motel nearby?".
It was like third degree!.. Well no, but I got pretty nervous once or twice, also because they speak german to you as a rule of thumb and people with power over your travel who speaks german is a bit scary to me (Sorry all you german people).
But before I boarded I succesfully found a book! The Curious Incident of the dog in the night time, which proclaims it self as a crimi during the first couple of pages, but more or less is about the main character who has a severe case of asperger's syndrome, and the his phobias of yellow, brown, and how when people ask him too many questions too rapidly he was to groan to ignore the sound the make and curl himself into a little ball…
Haven't read the end yet, wont spoil it either, but the culprit of the heinous crime is revealed half way through the book, so the rest of the book is about being scared and not understanding other people.
Well… So I got on the plane, but not before talking with an asian security girl with heavy make up and green contacts, a bit freaky because she asked me some questions about why I was travelling to the US. And I could look her in her eyes because it hurt to much to watch..
But I got through, but not before waiting and regretting my lack of sketch books…
So I got on the plane and I thought "now would be a good time to sleep", but no they put on a romantic film with a semi hot lead actress, who had to find a middleway between career and personal life, so I had to see that!
And after that they put on Megamind… Really disappointed about that one, despicable me was in my oppinion much better, but yeah, I HAD to see that one as well, luckily they showed a couple of series after that, first house, then friends and then something I completely ignored, but at that point I wasn't tired so I started to read my fabtabulous new book..
I took some naps, most of them lasteing about 5-15 minutes before I realized I was not able to sleep. At this point we were somewhere between a third of the way and halfway there…
I read a lot, I am almost done with the buggar! And then some more movies I ignored read, tried but failed to sleep, read, tried but failed to sleep, read some more, and then we landed whoohoo!
At that point I felt so comfortable in the air that I was almost sad when we hit ground, but then I was in San Francisco, and you've probably forgot, but I mentioned it was cold in denmark, but when I arrived in SF it was 16 degrees Celcius! Nice J
I got through security without any snags, I got on my laptop and checked my mail to find instructions on how to get to the place my contact would pick me up, first it was a trainride, and while I rode the train the sun settled, and then it was a ferry ride to San Rafael I was sitting at the back drinking a beer I bought on the ferry, about $4 (23 kr) for a 6.5% beer on a ferry, pretty cheap and not too shabby either, while I watched the San Francisco skyline.. It was pretty, but reaaaally windy to!
After the ferry, I got confused as so many times before (as the character in my book actually also often becomes), because it was not san rafeal, but a small district 5 miles (4½ km) away from san rafael, but my contact, Pete, came and picked me up we drove about around the neighbourghood, and told me I probably shouldn'r be out too much after dark around here, but at day time it was completely fine.
He dropped my off, jumped into bed wrote this and now I am going to bed, the clock is 8.35 over here, tomorrow Pete will pcik me up drive me a bit around so I can see stuff in daylight and we'll grab breakfeast, and then I'll probably spend the rest of the day by myself, I can start at the company friday, but they would understand if I started monday, I'll figure it out tomorrow, cheers!
My day started early as I had a long day ahead of me, 33 hours to be exact (24 + 9 for traveling across timezones) My mother woke me at 4.45 AM danish time and I got up immideatly, I still cannot remember I slept at all that night, but I did.
The day before I had packet my stuff printed what needed to be printed, sat around looking at graigslist (an american site where you can post about stuff you have, or stuff you wanna have and in theory it gains everybody) and watched tv.
Among the stuff I forgot, because you HAVE to forget SOMETHING, was;
- "Rejsen går til californien" (traveling to california) which I got as a present and I was very disappointed when I roamed through my luggage later to find I had forgot it.
- a pen in my hand luggage, it is very hard to declare your stuff to the airport without one, luckily a nice stewardesse were willing to lend me hers.
- A sketch book, I SHOULD have honed my lacking sketching skills in the airport while waiting, waiting and waiting some more
- A camera, sorry folks unless I can find something cheap reliable and worthwhile it looks like you are going to have to live without screenshots of my adventures in San Francisco!
I'll probably add to the list during the next couple of days when I discover that I never actually brought a pair of shoes or that I forgot all my underwear, so stay tuned.
Where was I?
Ah we haven't even left my parents yet! So I saw some more TV, damn those apparatuses steals away time that should've been spendt finding "Rejsen går til californien", a pen, a sketch book and a camera! Anyhow I took a shower grabbed a towel laughed at my mirror image just to find it laughing back at me, put on some clothes grabbed a piece of bread got in the car and had my mom drive me to nyborg train station, yay!
I said bye to my mom, went upstairs and waited for the train to come, while I was waiting I was freezing, because it is cold in denmark, wich is a subject I will return to later on.
After about 5 or 10 or 15 minutes, or another timeinterval even, the train came to the station, at nyborg station there were already a heckload of people but there was even more in the train, I had thought it would be nearly empty, but "c'est la vie" which is about the only thing I can say in french appart from "baguette" and "sacré blué".
I remembered with my super brain that I had forgot to write my contact this morning updating him on my status, luckily yet another, or actually the first helpful lady of the day was there to save my behind, I borrowed her computer and got the mail sendt of, when I got to kastrup I was surprised by the cheery security people, one of which said to another "If we were any nicer we would be…" Something I sadly forgot, but they were smiling and chatting people up.
As I got checked in and was ready to find my gate I found out that it had no gate yet, so I drank some Americano coffee and regrettet as mentioned my lack of a sketchbook, then I decided to go look for a book, because my mom had told me earlier that during the flight I might want to read, logic I did not see at the time, but in hindsight appreciate dearly. But I had no luck none of te books seemed interesting so then I began a hunt for the toilet because I had been drinking coffee… I guess I'll spare you the details.
When a came back from the exciting adventure you will never read about, I found that the gate had been given and was already kinda open, because even though it said so, when I got there, it wasn't waited again, regretted I forgot a sketch book, looked at two danish girls who were going to new zealand, but when they started talking about applying for "Universitetet" (College), I decided they were to young for me to be looking at them, and regrettet my lack of a sketch book some more, while I drank the last sip of my coffee.
When the gate finally opened we were guided out of the lounge area, and lined up and boarded, but not before everyone had left te plane first of course.
When I got on I thought "now would be a good time to sleep", but then they mentioned something with the flight only being one hour.. Oh! By the way, this is the plane to Frankfurt.
So I ditched sleep ate a tortilla wrap and enjoyed a glass of coke with it.
Besides the takeoff and landing nothing exciting really happened, but gotta say it is fun to sit in an airplane when it takes off and you can just see how steep the angle on the plane is, it's crazy fun!
But then it landed, I got out, through more security, Frankfurt was a lot stricter than Copenhagen and the mood was not as light and I felt nervous whenever I spoke with anybody who asked me anything, like; "What's your favourite colour roses?", "Where would you take me on a date?" or "Do you know a motel nearby?".
It was like third degree!.. Well no, but I got pretty nervous once or twice, also because they speak german to you as a rule of thumb and people with power over your travel who speaks german is a bit scary to me (Sorry all you german people).
But before I boarded I succesfully found a book! The Curious Incident of the dog in the night time, which proclaims it self as a crimi during the first couple of pages, but more or less is about the main character who has a severe case of asperger's syndrome, and the his phobias of yellow, brown, and how when people ask him too many questions too rapidly he was to groan to ignore the sound the make and curl himself into a little ball…
Haven't read the end yet, wont spoil it either, but the culprit of the heinous crime is revealed half way through the book, so the rest of the book is about being scared and not understanding other people.
Well… So I got on the plane, but not before talking with an asian security girl with heavy make up and green contacts, a bit freaky because she asked me some questions about why I was travelling to the US. And I could look her in her eyes because it hurt to much to watch..
But I got through, but not before waiting and regretting my lack of sketch books…
So I got on the plane and I thought "now would be a good time to sleep", but no they put on a romantic film with a semi hot lead actress, who had to find a middleway between career and personal life, so I had to see that!
And after that they put on Megamind… Really disappointed about that one, despicable me was in my oppinion much better, but yeah, I HAD to see that one as well, luckily they showed a couple of series after that, first house, then friends and then something I completely ignored, but at that point I wasn't tired so I started to read my fabtabulous new book..
I took some naps, most of them lasteing about 5-15 minutes before I realized I was not able to sleep. At this point we were somewhere between a third of the way and halfway there…
I read a lot, I am almost done with the buggar! And then some more movies I ignored read, tried but failed to sleep, read, tried but failed to sleep, read some more, and then we landed whoohoo!
At that point I felt so comfortable in the air that I was almost sad when we hit ground, but then I was in San Francisco, and you've probably forgot, but I mentioned it was cold in denmark, but when I arrived in SF it was 16 degrees Celcius! Nice J
I got through security without any snags, I got on my laptop and checked my mail to find instructions on how to get to the place my contact would pick me up, first it was a trainride, and while I rode the train the sun settled, and then it was a ferry ride to San Rafael I was sitting at the back drinking a beer I bought on the ferry, about $4 (23 kr) for a 6.5% beer on a ferry, pretty cheap and not too shabby either, while I watched the San Francisco skyline.. It was pretty, but reaaaally windy to!
After the ferry, I got confused as so many times before (as the character in my book actually also often becomes), because it was not san rafeal, but a small district 5 miles (4½ km) away from san rafael, but my contact, Pete, came and picked me up we drove about around the neighbourghood, and told me I probably shouldn'r be out too much after dark around here, but at day time it was completely fine.
He dropped my off, jumped into bed wrote this and now I am going to bed, the clock is 8.35 over here, tomorrow Pete will pcik me up drive me a bit around so I can see stuff in daylight and we'll grab breakfeast, and then I'll probably spend the rest of the day by myself, I can start at the company friday, but they would understand if I started monday, I'll figure it out tomorrow, cheers!
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