Consider This A Recap

Soooo I haven’t posted anything in a while so rather than go through everything that’s happened since January 24th I figured I’d just give you all a quick rundown of my life since then. Ok, here goes.
Fell and hit my head at a club. Had to get 3 stitches on the side of my face. Tried to make out with the doctor that stitched me up, surprisingly she turned me down (there are more fish in the sea I guess). Went to Seville. Hit 20 minutes of turbulence. Children were screaming in the rows behind us. It was my worst nightmare, I felt like I was in the show LOST, except I knew that if we crashed I wouldn’t land on a magical and cool island (and Evangeline Lilly wouldn’t be there so it wouldn’t be worthwhile anyway). Plus I’m not a doctor, criminal, Iraqi ex-general, millionaire, hunting/ survival expert, am pregnant with the Messiah, or have any outstanding skills that would make me a interesting character on a hit ABC show, so I probably wouldn’t survive the crash anyways; oh well, can’t win them all. While in Seville Cohen accidently kicked over a homeless man’s basket of change. I’ve never laughed so hard in my entire life, seriously …never. I probably should have helped pick up the change but I didn’t want to seem like I associated myself with Cohen and it was funnier to let him do the picking up of the poor man’s change by himself… Pritkin helped too, what a good guy. Drank on the river in the freezing cold with all the American students, felt like I was back in high school. Call me what you will but when its 40 degrees out, I’ll pay a few extra euro for a drink inside rather than on a sketchy river bank. Besides a few days later we found out that our friend Ross got robbed at knife point in Seville, so yea ill stick to the bars and clubs; sorry Ross. Flew back to Barcelona, hit more turbulence, fuck Vueling.com. Realized that all of the airline’s prices around here correlate with how well the plane his made, hence a 25 Euro flight round trip from Barcelona to Berlin might not be the best investment; that is of course only pertains to people who value their life, if not… go for it. Took my stitches out myself despite my roommates recommendation not to (yea I’m badass). Sorry but going to the hospital, waiting for 2 hours, and paying God knows how much for a procedure that could be done for free by me with a pair of tweezers and a pair of 4 euro scissor, is not my idea of a smart decision. Your welcome Mom and Dad’s bank account. Went to Loco Lunez at Otto Zutz (for those of you not in Barcelona, that means I went to a club on a Monday night). Me and Ryan wound up having to run out without getting caught by a bouncer, Ryan wasn’t so lucky, he got caught. Let’s just say we went someplace we weren’t supposed to, took something we shouldn’t have, got caught by someone we didn’t want to get caught by and had to use our healthy American legs to the fuck out of there as soon as possible (because my parents read this if you have any further questions or would like to know about the where, what and who I am referring to you can ask me or Ryan separately. Although I wouldn’t recommend asking Ryan. Apparently drinking alcohol in excess impairs ones memory to the point where they don’t remember things, huh weird. Anyways I had to explain the whole thing to him the next day). Oh yea Ryan might have also shoved someone he wasn’t supposed to, its fine though, he’s American, its expected. Fell asleep in class the next day. Went to Interlaken that weekend, hit more turbulence. Stayed in a room with 22 other guys and one bathroom, obviously the ideal living situation. Cohen got woken up by some drunken girls tickling his feet and looking for candy hidden in his mattress (you can’t make that shit up). Went skiing in the Alps, it was awesome. Came back home. Went to Carnival in Sitges (Pronounced: sea-chase), I would equate that experience to this,[(Halloween – Candy) + (Marti Gras – Nudity)] + (Transvestites^10 x Crack Cocaine)= Sitges. Ate some nuts hidden in a sauce… got an allergic reaction. 2 days later got strep throat, went to the doctor, got some Antibiotics, couldn’t drink for a week ;), killed my social life. 4 days into the cycle of antibiotics in Madrid I got a stomach bug, ruined my Friday night (ill spare the details). Sat night had some pizza that I heard gave people food poisoning the week before, I figured I couldn’t get much sicker so I ate it anyway (plus I like to live on the dangerously). Got back to Barcelona, at Chinese food. Mmmmm. Wrote this Blog.Home sweet home.