So I assume Plattsburgh is celebrating Easter under a blanket of snow. But here it's sunny and green...slightly chilly, but definitely bearable. Got up way too early today to bike to Easter Mass at the Catholic church with Natalie, Julia, and Zach. When that was over, we biked back up here and painted some eggs, weeoo. Since then we've just been doing general frolicking. Going through the park picking flowers and making daisy chains, watching Little Britain, playing with ducks, etc. Yeahhh.
I don't think I have that much to say, actually, so I guess just happy Easter, everyone. =]
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Cast off!
NO MORE BROKEN FOOT!
Well, that is of course nonsense...I suppose it's still kind of broken. But in any case the cast is off and I am very happy. The foot is really swollen and creepy...I won't go into details, but it's unsettling. I'm just wearing an elastic sock and hoping it gets better in a few days. I have confidence. Also the wound itself is, uh, black (?!) so I think I may end up with a gnarly scar. Hrmph. Oh well, WALKING AGAIN! And my right beastcalf is gone. What am I supposed to do with ONE beastcalf? And the left one at that, pff. I wonder if I'll end up listing to the left when I'm sprinting. That'd be comical. But yeah, it's apparent that I have a lot of lifting to do to get back to where I was as far as the muscles in my legs; I've probably also lost a lot of conditioning but I don't dare run yet so I don't know yet for sure. Yeahhh setbacks in track are kind of pesky, but I'm just glad I can walk around (almost) like a normal person again.
So yesterday was Zip Your Lip at my school. This is an event where one gets sponsors and pledges not to eat for 24 hours in order to raise money for and show solidarity with the poor of the world. This year the cause was AIDS orphans in Africa...my school alone raised €11025.92, or about $15500. I'm pretty impressed, not gonna lie. The not eating part was actually not at all as bad as I expected it to be; I was actually not the least bit hungry for the entire time. I should become a professional anorexic hahaha. People could pay me not to eat for long periods and those malnourished Africans would be rollin' in it. Clarification: I do not actually want an eating disorder, no. GROSS. Anyway yeah, hanging out with my class in one room for 16 hours (8 hours were just normal classes), GREAT. Nyeh kinda boring, but whatever. I was also amazed at my ability to sleep through a) not eating and b) everyone else watching Saw at midnight (?!). I was not able to sleep through our delightful class Pim (doesn't every class have one? Oh, I think so) flashing the lights and singing at 3AM, but the sleeping people kicked him out soon enough and went back to our rest hahaha. 24 hours at school, yeah I felt totally DISGUSTING, but not hungry and glad to be doing something to help others. Holland doesn't have poor people, or if they do they hide them extremely well, because I have not found any opportunities for community service here yet. Actually I signed myself in at a volunteering bureau, but then I broke my foot. Mhm, way to go Lizz. I'll try again when this is all cleared up.
Tomorrow is the performance of Bach's St. John Passion in which I'm singing. It'll be all day, but it'll be nice enough I think. If there are recordings made, I will attempt to order one and send it back to America for y'all's listening pleasure. =]
Pictures later, when I actually feel like fighting the upstairs computer.
Well, that is of course nonsense...I suppose it's still kind of broken. But in any case the cast is off and I am very happy. The foot is really swollen and creepy...I won't go into details, but it's unsettling. I'm just wearing an elastic sock and hoping it gets better in a few days. I have confidence. Also the wound itself is, uh, black (?!) so I think I may end up with a gnarly scar. Hrmph. Oh well, WALKING AGAIN! And my right beastcalf is gone. What am I supposed to do with ONE beastcalf? And the left one at that, pff. I wonder if I'll end up listing to the left when I'm sprinting. That'd be comical. But yeah, it's apparent that I have a lot of lifting to do to get back to where I was as far as the muscles in my legs; I've probably also lost a lot of conditioning but I don't dare run yet so I don't know yet for sure. Yeahhh setbacks in track are kind of pesky, but I'm just glad I can walk around (almost) like a normal person again.
So yesterday was Zip Your Lip at my school. This is an event where one gets sponsors and pledges not to eat for 24 hours in order to raise money for and show solidarity with the poor of the world. This year the cause was AIDS orphans in Africa...my school alone raised €11025.92, or about $15500. I'm pretty impressed, not gonna lie. The not eating part was actually not at all as bad as I expected it to be; I was actually not the least bit hungry for the entire time. I should become a professional anorexic hahaha. People could pay me not to eat for long periods and those malnourished Africans would be rollin' in it. Clarification: I do not actually want an eating disorder, no. GROSS. Anyway yeah, hanging out with my class in one room for 16 hours (8 hours were just normal classes), GREAT. Nyeh kinda boring, but whatever. I was also amazed at my ability to sleep through a) not eating and b) everyone else watching Saw at midnight (?!). I was not able to sleep through our delightful class Pim (doesn't every class have one? Oh, I think so) flashing the lights and singing at 3AM, but the sleeping people kicked him out soon enough and went back to our rest hahaha. 24 hours at school, yeah I felt totally DISGUSTING, but not hungry and glad to be doing something to help others. Holland doesn't have poor people, or if they do they hide them extremely well, because I have not found any opportunities for community service here yet. Actually I signed myself in at a volunteering bureau, but then I broke my foot. Mhm, way to go Lizz. I'll try again when this is all cleared up.
Tomorrow is the performance of Bach's St. John Passion in which I'm singing. It'll be all day, but it'll be nice enough I think. If there are recordings made, I will attempt to order one and send it back to America for y'all's listening pleasure. =]
Pictures later, when I actually feel like fighting the upstairs computer.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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WOW I'm bad at updating.
Let's see, what do I have to say. Plenty, I'm sure. I also have pictures, but I don't feel like bumping all the way downstairs in my cast to get my memory card. Yes, cast. I suppose that's one update: I broke my foot. Yess, go Lizz. I was jumping on the back of one of my friends' bicycles when I hit my foot on something. No, I did not get it caught between the spokes. No, I did not fall. Actually, I stayed on the bike and we kept going; I was just complaining that I had hit my foot on something. I figured it was just going to be a little bruise, but hey, not so much. When we stopped, we discovered that my shoe was full of blood and my foot was covered in it. Yeesh. Hobbled over to a restaurant, where the maître d' was very kind and washed my foot with vodka before wrapping it in napkins and tape. Ahahahaha. We figured nothing was further amiss and continued hanging out, until I realized an hour and a half later that the stupid thing was still bleeding. Yeah, SWEET! Trip to the hospital? I think so. The hospital people this time were really unpleasant and spent the entire time talking about money this, fees that, bills here there and everywhere. More time talking about money than actually caring what was wrong with me, really. The doctor who first examined me was really not a nice person, she sort of looked at my foot scorningly and said "Well, it's not broken, but if you REALLY want us to take a picture"--read, X-ray--"we will. Not needed, though." This even though the other doctor said that it was clearly broken, as I couldn't walk on it. X-ray taken, and what do you know? BROKEN! This means crutches and wheelchair everywhere until the end of next week. Actually this has had amusing consequences. Julia and I took a wheelchair walk in the neighborhood on one of the nice days right after I broke my foot. We went out in Wageningen and Guus pushed my wheelchair home on the bike path at a run because he was going to be late. Took a wheelchair and crutches for an ENTIRE day through AMSTERDAM! New perspective, you know. =]
Religion lessons this quarter are entirely devoted to creationism vs. evolution. Oh boyee! Julia is freaking right out, but I'm pretty at peace with it. It's okay to see what "the other side" has to say about things, even if it's just for the entertainment value of laughing quietly later. =P
My host dad got back yesterday from a month in Thailand. Seems that he had a good trip. He was there to help a Thai university set up a banana-genome project of some sort, I don't know. He cooked Thai food for dinner tonight, which was pretty delicious, I won't lie.
I'm sure I had more to say, but it is now shower time. Email me if you so desire. =]
Let's see, what do I have to say. Plenty, I'm sure. I also have pictures, but I don't feel like bumping all the way downstairs in my cast to get my memory card. Yes, cast. I suppose that's one update: I broke my foot. Yess, go Lizz. I was jumping on the back of one of my friends' bicycles when I hit my foot on something. No, I did not get it caught between the spokes. No, I did not fall. Actually, I stayed on the bike and we kept going; I was just complaining that I had hit my foot on something. I figured it was just going to be a little bruise, but hey, not so much. When we stopped, we discovered that my shoe was full of blood and my foot was covered in it. Yeesh. Hobbled over to a restaurant, where the maître d' was very kind and washed my foot with vodka before wrapping it in napkins and tape. Ahahahaha. We figured nothing was further amiss and continued hanging out, until I realized an hour and a half later that the stupid thing was still bleeding. Yeah, SWEET! Trip to the hospital? I think so. The hospital people this time were really unpleasant and spent the entire time talking about money this, fees that, bills here there and everywhere. More time talking about money than actually caring what was wrong with me, really. The doctor who first examined me was really not a nice person, she sort of looked at my foot scorningly and said "Well, it's not broken, but if you REALLY want us to take a picture"--read, X-ray--"we will. Not needed, though." This even though the other doctor said that it was clearly broken, as I couldn't walk on it. X-ray taken, and what do you know? BROKEN! This means crutches and wheelchair everywhere until the end of next week. Actually this has had amusing consequences. Julia and I took a wheelchair walk in the neighborhood on one of the nice days right after I broke my foot. We went out in Wageningen and Guus pushed my wheelchair home on the bike path at a run because he was going to be late. Took a wheelchair and crutches for an ENTIRE day through AMSTERDAM! New perspective, you know. =]
Religion lessons this quarter are entirely devoted to creationism vs. evolution. Oh boyee! Julia is freaking right out, but I'm pretty at peace with it. It's okay to see what "the other side" has to say about things, even if it's just for the entertainment value of laughing quietly later. =P
My host dad got back yesterday from a month in Thailand. Seems that he had a good trip. He was there to help a Thai university set up a banana-genome project of some sort, I don't know. He cooked Thai food for dinner tonight, which was pretty delicious, I won't lie.
I'm sure I had more to say, but it is now shower time. Email me if you so desire. =]
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