I can confidently say that I have been a complete bum the last few days. We are back in Athens right now, with a few days off from class before we have our first test and a trip to Crete.
We got back from Pylos yesterday afternoon and I managed to do my first load of laundry before I started studying and catching up with people back at Lake Forest on Facebook. Today was Greek Independence Day and I managed to somehow sleep through the parade, I blame karaoke night from the night before for sleeping so late (we take karaoke pretty seriously here). I spent most of the day doing homework and studying. This afternoon when I took a break from homework and walked to the Plaka with James and Zakea for gyros. As always, the Plaka never fails to give me a creepy experience. This time, I was walking next to Zakea (aka Zak) and one of the many waiters who try to lure you into their restaurant was staring at us. Not only was he staring at us, but he continued staring at us as we walked away (I know this because I got the stranger danger feeling and looked behind me). Normally I wouldn't care about this but what makes this experience genuinely creepy was that as we continued to walk by the waiter kept saying "Very Nice" in an accent that sounded exactly like Borat. He kind of looked like Borat too.
The highlight of the last two days was my conversation with my roommates tonight as we were making dinner. We talked about Sims! (yes, the computer game that I played religiously in middle school) I never really imagined it was possible but we were having a riveting discussion all about the Sims. About how ridiculous it was that none of the characters, even the parents could control their bodily functions. When they would cry if they peed their pants because you didn't prompt them to go to the bathroom quick enough. How building and decorating houses was the best part of the entire game. Secret codes to cheat your way into getting more money. Weird ways that our Sims sometimes died. The Sim language (voulalala and any combination of grunts were actual words to them). The thought bubbles that always told you what they were irritated about or were trying to do. How hard it was to get your Sims a promotion in their jobs after a certain point (after three promotions you need like an additional 30 close personal relationships and 7 more creativity skill points, both of which took at least 4 hours a day). It was definitely a walk down memory lane and it was kind of relieving to hear that other people also had the same problems with finding enough Sim neighbors to have as friends or how all we really wanted to do was choose really cool wallpaper. I also feel really sad knowing that somewhere in my transition to college my dad either hid, lost, or sold my Sims games--sad day.
Anyway, this concludes a rather uneventful day for me. STUDY TIME.
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