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Monday, November 16th, 2009
12:44 pm	The problem with Haiku: Writing a poem In seventeen syllables Is very diffic (I didn't write this, but I like it a lot) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 22nd, 2009
4:39 pm	What the heck, Tim. What the heck. Me:      hey sexbutton Tim:   Yeah lovedryer. Me:     dryer? Tim:   Yeah. Tim:   Because when we tumble, you make me HOT and TANGLED. Tim:   Also, you make my socks get lost. Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 26th, 2009
1:36 pm	Also: POSTIN' FROM PRAGUE From 6:30 - 9:00 I hated this city, it was all spooky and no one was anywhere, and I was lost and I couldn't find anything and no one would take my money to let me buy things (eg. a tourist map, a subway ticket, etc.) From 9:00 - 10:00 I was warming up to this city- the sun was coming out and I watched the silly astrological clock and things were going on~ From 10:00 - 1:00 I love this city oh gosh I love you Mucha Museum. I seriously spent over a hundred dollars on posters and postcards and writing paper and a key chain and mmmm many things. I've checked into my little hotel (I think the conclusion is "good enough" or "AMAZING IN COMPARISION TO TRAINSLEEPIN'") Now I need to go, I'm going to go on a walking tour of many other places! Tomorrow: Jewish Synagogues and anything I maybe have missed? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
1:28 pm	Small world... Last night I rode the night train (one of two night trains, actually) from Budapest to Prague. The two people in my cabin with me were both profs at Carleton. Seriously. The conversation went a bit like: me: blah blah blah ... a long way from home. them: oh? And where's home for you? me: Canada them: !! Us too, we're from Ottawa me: no way! I'm from Ottawa them: We're professors at Carleton me: I just graduated from there holy cow what the heck They had a bunch of crap with them that made me homesick, even though it was just stupid crap- a water bottle with French on one side and English on the other, a folded up LCBO bag, MEC backpacks... It was SO WIERD though. Of all the trains to Prague, and all the cabins on that train, it was just the three of us chillin out for a couple hours and having a great time. Also: I don't think I'll ever again pay extra for a couchette on a train. LEAST COMFORTABLE "bed" I HAVE EVER SLEPT ON (or tried to sleep on). It wasn't long enough, was barely more than a plank, sheets were starchy, it was way too hot (until about 2am when it took a turn for the FREEZING COLD and I had no blanket), it was noisey, you could hear people talking everywhere... I would have had better luck sleeping sitting up in a comfortable chair :/ Unimpressed. Current Mood: tired (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
9:57 pm	Boo! Welcome home! I went to the movies tonight, mostly just to see if I could (Outcome: successful!). I saw "A Haunting in Connecticut", which I think is already out on video back home(?). In any case: comedies, children's movies, rom-coms and other lighter films are dubbed (usually atrociously~). But scary movies, dramas, etc. are subtitled- leaving the delicious English that I can understand for audio. So I managed this, figured out times, found the theatre, everything was fantastic. I came home, opened the door, turned on the lights... and the last bulb in our shitty five-bulb fixture broke with a shiny ~pop~. Horray. I tried to explain that their are no more lightbulbs in our room and it broke and now it is dark to the porter. The porter handed me a light bulb and shrugged. I will remind you that the ceilings in our room are 15 feet high? I still don't speak enough Hungarian :x (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 17th, 2009
6:42 pm	LANGUAGE CLEVERLADY I AM NOT A COMPLETELY USELESS PERSON. HORRAY. Today at lunch, the lady gave me a warm bottle of coke. A moment later, when she gave me my sandwich I was all <<Excuse me, this coke is not cold>> in Hungarian. And she turned to the lady next to her (who was stocking the fridge) and the second lady was all <<There are no cold ones>>, but then she pointed at the other fridge and I traded cokes and the lady smiled and it was ok! EVEN IF IT WAS IMPERFECT IT WORKED. AND THEN LATER, ON THE METRO LINE ONE!  AN OLD MAN ASKED ME A QUESTION THAT WAS ALL "somthingseomthingOperasomething" (Opera's a station) And I said "Nem, itt OKTOGON" (Oktogon's a station) and he nodded. And then we got to Opera and I said to him politely "itt Opera" and he SMILED AT ME AND NODDED. It was pleasent. I am capable sometimes. Current Mood: bouncy (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 11th, 2009
8:46 pm	PLACES I HAVE BEEN (Or: Hungary, a Virtual Tour) The royal palace at Gödöllő (This was a really really pretty place- decorated in Roccoco and Baroque style. Absolutely gorgeous.) Memento Park (interesting- all the old "politically inspired" statues were dragged out to the edge of the city, and they are persevered there in a grey park, crowded together. There was some really neat information there as well, as well as a chilling little video about life in under the soviets) Skanzen: Hungarian Open Air Museum (click "Fotók" to see pictures- the "English" button seems to be broken) Esztergom Basilica (this building is HUGE- the largest building in Hungary. Pictures give you no sense of scale at all- quite honestly this thing is twice as big as it looks and stunningly gorgeous. The inside is mostly one open space and it almost feels like you're standing outside even though there is a roof over your head.) Visegrád Palace / King Mathias Museum (no English, "fotók" has pictures though. A huge medival castle from 1300s/1400s. Old. Super old.) The Labyrinth under Buda Castle (This was really cheesy and obviously a tourist trap, but I still had a lot of fun with it and thought it was more than a little cute :3) House of Terror (if the video at Memento Park was chilling, this whole museum was HORRIFYING. Hungary survived two totalitarian regiemes one after the other- first the Arrowcross (nazis), and then, immediately afterwards, the communists. This house made that bit of history very real for me- both the Nazis and the Communists made it their headquarters in Budapest. Throughout the museum, some of its survivors tell their stories from video screens (with English subtitles). One of the last rooms you walk through is a dark room, lined with executioners blocks. A child's voice reads the names of the victims quietly. In all seriousness, I cannot imagine a worse place for a bunch of American tourists to talk loudly and laugh amoungst themselves. THANKS AMERICAN TOURISTS. THIS IS WHY THE WORLD HATES YOU. Fantastic museum, though- a fitting monument to an overwhelming loss.) Is this interesting for anyone at all? If so, I'll try to make it a point to collect links from the other places I go and see what I can't do to post them with comments? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 8th, 2009
3:17 pm	Address Heather Anne Burch Room: 225 HU-1118 Budapest, Ménesi út 11-13. HUNGARY (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
6:50 pm	Talking about the weather: Teacher: "*It is wind*" blah blah blah "*It is cold*" blah blah "*It is minus five degrees*" Student: "Is that fahrenheit?" Teacher: "Umm no. It is Celcius." Student: "What temperature is that in fahrenheit?" Teacher: "I do not know" Student: "How do I say x°F" Teacher: "Um, we do not say that. Here we use centigrade. Fahrenheit... it is like Kelvin. We do not know." Other student: "Hey! It is NOT like Kelvin" :< :< :< Teacher: "Yes it is." (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009
10:18 pm	Photos ( Pictures in cut ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 21st, 2009
10:30 pm	Goal for souvenir: Badass Soviet-era sport-shoes I think they are supercute. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
4:57 pm	I like Hungarian class: Teacher: gyógyszertárban vady Student: Can you say that slowly? Teacher: (thinks a moment) Yeess... I can even say it quickly! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 20th, 2009
12:46 pm	/cry I couldn't have been here like- a month and a half ago? There was a Mucha exhibit at the museum of fine arts here until July 7th. :< At least I can still visit the Mucha Museum when I go to Prague? I will buy myself many, many presents in that gift shop, oh yes. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
8:22 pm	List of things that I like about Budapest: (Since I am trying to think positive, here is a list of things that I like:) Liverwurst is mad cheap. Like- a 200g tube costs less than a Canadian dollar. That is over a week of thick meat-paste-y sandwiches right there. Current Mood: hungry (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
1:38 pm	PHOTODUMP All my pictures are huge. ( PHOTOS ) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 16th, 2009
5:54 pm	I really don't understand how I still have friends... [00:41] Jesse: I forgot how good limerence feels [00:41] Heather: Limericks are the best [00:41] Jesse: -_- [00:42] Heather:There once was a love unrequited And a young man who couldn't admit it His heart started to burst And his penis felt worse, But somehow he still couldn't quit it. [00:43] Jesse: :-O [00:43] Heather: A limerance limerick [00:44] Heather: I wrote it for you. [00:44] Jesse: much appreciated  Current Mood: amused (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 15th, 2009
12:42 pm	Tramsblog is Listblog Things I alreadz hate about this place: The building is hella old. This means it is hella gorgeous and nice to look at (mostlz from the outside), but also that it is kind of a hellhole on the inside. There was a bug in the shower with SO MANY LEGS I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MANY LEGS. I would have sworn that it was just a gross clump of hair if it weren't trying so desperately to get out of the shower-pan. I don't have the password for the wireless network until Monday, when the administrator gets here. Until then, I have twenty minutes at a time on the SLOWEST COMPUTER KNOWN TO MANKIND. Hungarz kezboards are crayz and I make too many goddamn typos and god forbid I have to try to use a special character (five minutes looking for how to make an @ so I could get into my email? yeeeaaah... (also z and y are in opposite places. Every single time either of those characters shows up in this message I tzped the wrong one first. Seriouslz.)) I am on the second floor of the dormitory. There is no elevator (stairs only). Also Hungary starts counting floors at zero. The keys they gave me are on a keychain the siye of a fucking hockey puck. And it has my goddamn room number on it, and damned if I'm not stupid paranoid about that. Everything is closed on the weekends p much. It is noon o'clock here, and six AM back home. I cannot call anybody to say hello at all. Swiss Air flight from Montreal to Zurich was HELL. I am not a total fatty, but the seat was far too narrow for my butt, the armrest dug into my thigh, my knees were tightly pressed against the seat ahead of me  and the Italian in front of me dropped his head practically in my lap for the entire flight. Also the flight was 30-40 minutes late and even though I RAN the whole way to my connecting flight, I was the last one on board and I barely made it. My checked luggage didn't make it, though. (on the other hand, this is actually a thing I like, because it meant no fucking around with Big Luggage on the metro.) Mattress is SHITTY, pillow is LUMPY. City kind of smells, is kind of ugly. Things I have already realiyed I've forgotten: Sheets, towels My pillow (That I have a hard time sleeping without) My other pairs of jeans (seriously, I have one pair of pants with me for the next four months. AND the ones I wore on the airplane were my lazy-ugly-fat pants) My phone bill I haven't paid yet (going to have to ask my mum to open it and tell me how much I owe ><) To buy a travel adaptor before leaving Melatonin, headache meds, cold-and-flu remedy Something to put bits of money in so I can spread it around within mz luggages (envelopes, etc.) Nice shoes to go with the nicer dresses I brought. brb going out to buy sheets and towels and maybe a mattress pad or something. Current Mood: cranky (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 14th, 2009
12:21 am	Who is my boyfriend? He is sweet. He is small-town. Faced with a situation where a family is taking a picture at a tourist spot, my first reaction is always to walk behind the camera. His is to walk right up and ask if they want a photo of the whole group, together. This type of reaction isn't isolated. He likes people and their stories. He is helpful. He is well-known in his town, and he's willing to introduce himself to the people he doesn't know. He likes pineapple and coconut, but not grape. His kisses taste delicious. He is easily embarrassed, and blushes easily. He vaues family very highly, and he considers his friends to be a part of his family. He has bad posture, and his table manners could be better. He is loyal. He is patient. He is anxious. He worries far more than he should. He has a big forehead, and he needs a haircut. He is strong. He can lift me down out of a pickup truck with ease. He is a bit of a nervous driver. He is smarter than he realizes. He likes children, but is somewhat intimidated by them and how bewildering they can be. He is both shy and outgoing. He is a good listener. He is warm, always so warm. He is sometimes very bad at snuggling, because he gets excited and then all of a sudden we're not just snuggling any more oh gosh what happened? He likes puns. He's not always the fastest to come up with a good line, but when he does make one up, it is amazing. He is a good cook (I am not). He thinks I'm beautiful (I am not). He is a little overweight (but so am I). He has a warm voice, a little bit gravelly, but he knows how to use it to make me melt. He should read more. He is sincere and truely regretful when he apologizes. There's no doubt that it's heartfelt and that he means every word. He is gentle. He likes dogs, even shitty small yappy dogs that run around underfoot and jump at my face everytime they think they can get away with it (they think this all the time). He has strange taste in music. He is a little hairy (except his forehead). He cares. A lot. About all the people around him, about me, and about how people see him. He plays a mean game of air hockey, and he can score lots of points in skee-ball, too. He is wonderful. And, most importantly? He loves me. Current Mood: loved (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 18th, 2009
10:50 pm	In which I am a bad friend: Jesse says: I might ask you a big favor Jesse says: I'm trying to ween myself off of the internet some Heather says: o? Jesse says: And the start of that will be with my social networking programs Jesse says: Like Facebook Jesse says: When i'm ready to take a sabbatical from Facebook Heather says: I don't facebook much ever Jesse says: I'm going to have you change my password Jesse says: And not tell me what it is Jesse says: And keep it secret for a month Heather says: It's pussy Jesse says: You are the worst helper ever, of all time Current Mood: bouncy (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
11:16 am	Last night D: Last night was oncealeader 's birthday. To celebrate: drinking party.   We all got together around 7 at his apartment and made jokes and ate ice cream and drank and had a good time. Towards 9-10ish, Ewan reveals that some other friends of his are waiting at a bar that's doing karaoke. LET'S GO KARAOKE OKAY YEAH LET'S GO THIS IS GREAT WOOOOOOO~ So we get there, buy a round of drinks, and start going through the song book. I'm nervous about eventually going up on the little stage to sing (because the first girl who went was actually really good, and I don't want to be involved in Skilled People karaoke, I just like singing). So Ewan says to me, he says, "Oh come on, Heather. Who are you trying to impress? Look around, all these assholes are just here to sing and have a good time." So I agree, whatever, I'll DO IT YEAH HORRAY. The other table had gotten in first, and already put in a bunch of songs, so it was a while before our turn came up. My WHOLE TABLE went out for smokes, and because I don't smoke, I stayed inside. THEN MY BOSS WALKED IN. THEN MY NAME WAS CALLED. ohgodohgodohgod I sang "Hooked on a Feeling" (OF ALL THINGS) to a crowded bar full of people I don't know PLUS MY BOSS AND HIS WIFE.   ........seriously.   Current Mood: confused (3 Comments |Comment on this)