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Saturday, May 19, 2001

I give up. I can't function. I think I am losing my mind. Maybe I have mad cow disease.

19:43

"Half awake half a world away/all my past mistakes and every wasted day/proves that I'll never change/I'll always stay the same/I wouldn't have it any other way" -- Less Than Jake

09:19

Friday, May 18, 2001

E-mail that made me wonder: "On May 15, we sent a message to students currently enrolled at Northwestern as undergraduates to remind them about Advance Registration for the Fall Quarter of 2001. Inadvertently, we included freshman applicants who were admitted on the Early Decision Plan or had deferred their admission from last year. Please disregard that message. You will be given explicit instructions later this summer about registration. The Registrar's Office looks forward to working with you then. Office of the Registrar"

19:27

Thursday, May 17, 2001

Ridiculous thing: A few nights ago I had a dream entirely in instant messages.

19:40

This day has left me weak but overall, all right. After my, um, final exam, David and I went to a club soccer game at the big stadium in Copenhagen. Eric was supposed to come, was asked to *play* soccer for the university team instead, deliberated for an hour, and chose to ditch us. David ran around trying to find other people to go with us, but everyone had (gasp) work to do. So it was just me (exhausted from my panic attack/writing 14 pages about nationalism) and him. And we were running very late by this point.

So we get to the train station, just miss one train, run to another track, and the train is there but the doors are closing. So David jumps on and pries the doors open and I jump over him through the tiny space. Now, the train-monitor man is yelling at us, and he looks in the window like "you guys are crazy" as the train pulls away. Probably because another train would be along in approximately 3 minutes.

The game itself was awesome: Like a college football game, only they sell cups of beer in 5-packs. Most of the crowd was for the Copenhagen team, F.C.K., so there were lots of cheers, blue and white streamers, and singing F.C.K. lyrics to Tubthumping and La Vida Loca. We didn't know what they were saying, but we tried to sing along. Mostly we clapped along. The halftime show was interesting: Three women in tight leather sang, surrounded by men with (hopefully fake) rifles who knelt pointing at the crowd. That would not go over well in the U.S. ... F.C.K. won 3-0.

But the bad public transportation saga continues. I wanted to rent a movie, so we walked to the Blockbuster, and then had to figure out how to get home. We took one bus, and rode for half an hour before realizing it was going the wrong direction. Got off, took another bus, realized after 20 minutes of listening to some drunk guy talk to his bottle of Tuborg about F.C.K. that it was also going the wrong direction. Again David pointed at our location on the map in some unknown suburb. Got off, figured we'd just go the opposite direction, but there was no bus stop for the other direction. Finally after a few blocks we spotted a bus just pulling up to a stop a block away. David was planning to throw himself in front of the bus. Luckily, seeing our all-out sprint, the bus driver waited, probably in shock that two people were so anxious to get on his bus.