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I am horrible at keeping up with this blog, as I am now actually sitting at Claremont McKenna College on the west coast, but I thought I'd try to update on the stuff that has happened before. If I can. If I remember.
The flight was, well, interesting. It wasn't very long, but I was seated in between an american couple, of which the man(guy?) was very interested in talking to me about travels, norway vs. the us, Iceland etc, while as the woman pretended like I wasn't there. By all means, it was an extremely pleasant flight, with my own tv-screen where I could control what was on when etc., still, i was SO tired... And why on earth am I writing about my flight experience?
Arrived in New York in the evening in New York time, late at night Icelandic, looking bewildered outside as public transport in to the city from JFK runs surprisingly infrequently. Still, I made my way by bus and subway to a hostel just north-west of central park, coming in pretty late in my time, but decently in New York time, and couldn't possibly get to sleep. The hostel was clean, nice, with a big breakfast and friendly people, and above all: it was cheap. 18 dollars a night.
I met a nice guy from California(who dislikes Obama and loves his governor, remind me of shying away from politics from time to time) who let me borrow his computer as there was free wi-fi access at the hostel. He threw me his dorm keys and I went up to use it and sat there silently while his dorm mate was reading. It seemed like an innocent and friendly thing to do, and then after about 10 minutes, he came by his room to take a shower. This is when it gets funny: he takes his shirt off. Fine, I continue my work. Then, he starts flexing his muscles and sort of inspecting them. I try to stare intently at the screen so as not to burst out laughing. Then, he makes me look at him by starting to comment on how he can't wait to get back to training, as his muscles have shrunk(if they really have, he must have been Schwarzenegger's brother/work-out companion). By that time, I was so desperately trying not to laugh out loud I almost choked myself. Fortunately, he actually went over to the shower then. I continue writing e-mails, and then he comes out, innocently trying to flash himself AGAIN while getting dressed. By this time, I looked over at his dorm mate, who was rolling his eyes, and I started seriously wondering if those tricks had ever worked on any other girl before, and then I fled the room.
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