Thursday is Laundry Day

I've been back in Budapest for maybe half a week, but with all the catching up I've had to do for school and running errands and what not, it feels like I've been back for an entire month. I lucked out and everyone I've gotten to know, including the professors, have been extremely helpful in getting me up to speed with everything. Two of my friends even gave me recordings of some of the lectures- unfortunately one of the recordings is of the professor who has the thickest Hungarian accent ever and I can't make out a single word that he's saying. This is true in real life as well, so this will definitely be an interesting semester. I hope at some point I'll get used to it and understand what he's saying.

Yesterday I had my first class at 11 AM, and my second one wasn't until 5:20 PM so I had a few hours to kill. I struggled to find ways to do so- I did all my required readings for the next two days, I dang-near wrote a novel for an e-mail to Cassandra, and I read every single word on the Daily Newsminer's website. After all that I still had two hours left to go, so I decided to grab some food at a Chinese restaurant near the school. I don't know why I thought that would kill any amount of time, I was finished with my food in about ten minutes and I still had nothing to do. The restaurant didn't exactly have the "sit around and hang out" atmosphere that I needed, so I moved down the street to a coffee shop. I did this on the same day I decided to give coffee a rest, since it's somewhat expensive here and  I'm sure my health would appreciate the break. "Just one more day wouldn't hurt" I thought, but then of course this stupid schedule would be repeated next week all over again. Also, I completely forgot I could have just ordered a hot chocolate, or even a non-caffeinated tea or something. I'll remember that for next week.

Today my first class isn't until 7 PM. It's my Hungarian language class, and after the first session I had two days ago I don't remember anything except how to introduce myself. Oh, and I know how to count from 1 to 2, and then 5 to 10. Right now I can't remember how to say 3 or 4, but as soon as I look at the notes laying on my bed I'm sure I'll be golden. Since I had no obligations for school today other than to write a 1 page response paper on a really easy reading for my Aesthetics class, I decided to catch up on laundry, clean my room, write the paper, and listen to the Chicago soundtrack. When I listen to the music from it I like to pretend that I am Roxie Hart, Velma Kelly, and Billy Flynn all at the same time. Don't worry, I have the whole routine worked out in my head and it pretty much only works in there, so you'll never have to worry about me thrusting it upon you or anything. :) Since it's not quite 3 PM I still have quite a lot of time to kill, so I'm thinking I'll do some yoga, take a shower, have a late lunch and read some more of the Time Traveler's Wife. I should probably go out and explore more of Budapest, but I still have the experience of being in Alaska last week fresh in my mind and I'm not ready to let go of it yet. Besides, if I do all my exploring now, I'm really going to have to find a way to kill time for the next two years.