||[Sep. 11th, 2006|03:25 pm]
hi there folks :) ok i haven't blogged for like the last five million years so this is just to let you know that i'm still alive and well and have not yet been viciously assaulted by some random american sex fiend and left to die in some dank dark alley ;p in fact, i think that my inability to remember that the cars all drive on the wrong side of the road over here is rather more likely to see me into the hospital than any number of fictional sex predators (which small town Brunswick, Maine seems to lack anyway). fortunately, it's mandatory by law here for cars to stop when they see pedestrians which means that even along the busiest road here (that's not saying alot, this -is- small town Brunswick), i can choose to cross along the most crowded stretch and be perfectly within my rights in causing a ten-car pileup on each side of the road as i trapse lithely across the asphalt.
in case you think i'm exaggerating when i afix the words 'small town' to Brunswick everytime i mention my dear sweet sad little college town, just keep in mind that most (by that, i really mean all buildings not on campus) of the buildings here don't exceed three stories in height and that up until a couple of years ago, a 12-storey dorm on campus was the tallest building in the entire state of Maine. there are people living out in the woods who don't have neighbours within walking distance. there are even people who think sweatpants constitute perfectly acceptable garb for braving the public! talk about rural seclusion =_=
but it's not all bad out here, actually it's been rather unexpectedly enjoyable. for one thing, the social (ie. night) life is incredible. there are parties every thursday, friday and saturday night. they engage bands to put up concerts at least once every week (which makes choosing between hitting the parties and the concerts rather tough). there's an amazing ice cream place about ten minutes off campus in Brunswick which serves icecream in scoops about the size of three of my fists (that's a size small, mind you. Welcome to America) in the most fabulous crunchy waffle cones - unfortunately it's now closed until next summer which is HEARTBREAKING. the people here are pretty nice too and by 'nice', i don't just mean that the guys are tall, hot and gorgeous (though they are ;p). the people are all genuinely friendly and interesting and also surprisingly diverse considering that Bowdoin's known for being primarily a recipient of rich white prep school kids who shop exclusively at J Crewe and Abercrombie & Fitch.
actually, i feel like i should insert a disclaimer here. these kids are interesting and intelligent -until- thursday night and then they all get completely trashed. i've had to walk more than one inebriated friend back to their dorms and i've only been here two weeks - can you see where this is going? so far, the drunks i've encountered have all been charmingly drunk (ie. refreshingly unabashed and utterly hilarious) though i've heard stories of the more unsavoury variety. the only issue is that when you're the only decently sober person at a party and incidentally also probably the lightest person around, it can be extremely difficult to lead people who outweigh you by perhaps twenty pounds back to their rooms, especially when their alcohol-soused minds are telling them that one more can won't hurt. haha did i mention how enjoyable it is being the lightest by a large margin? ;p it lets me tuck in to the fantastic dining hall food without feeling too guilty haha ;D anyway, im going to go do my work now - feel free to entertain yourself by drooling at my lovely dining hall menus here ;D;D