I've been really bad about writing here, but give me a break, I wasn't actually in Bielefeld for the past month, so we'll start new this semester and I will try to be better about blogging and letting people know what I'm doing. I am currently sitting in the Amsterdam Airport after waiting in line for security for about forty-five minutes. I left last night at 8 from the Minneapolis Airport, and of all three I will have visited over the two days, the Amsterdam airport is my least favorite. It's just. . . bleh. I don't know, I have a soft spot for Dusseldorf and Minneapolis. I am on my way back to my apartment for just tonight and tomorrow night, then I will be traveling once again to the great land of those annoying immigrants from the early 1900's. . . Ireland! Northern Ireland, actually, which is not part of Ireland. The big difference, one ought to notice, is the awesome accent the Northern Irish people have. Think Iowa farmer. Not real Iowa farmers, but how they are depicted in television. That's what I imagine the people of Northern Ireland to be. Of course, K has given me a impression of the U.K. that I hadn't really considered before, they're actually pretty normal people, and they don't all hate Americans, so we can be friends. So, not sure where I am at on this timed internet service, I shall wrap it up and try to type up more tomorrow or later this evening!
Lesson of the day: Military personnel will attempt to pick up strangers in airports, in bars, and at swimming pools.
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