Note to self

I took a Latin dance class in the fall of 2009. We learned steps to Meringue, Cha-cha, and Salsa. I had a ton of fun (and had a pretty fantastic partner) and even though I sucked pretty bad (I'm uncoordinated, as we've covered) I would totally do it again, even though I haven't actually danced since my final, which was in December.

So my dad flew into Sweden today (he does work here on occasion) so chances are, he will come check out my dwelling at some point in the next few days. Obviously, I am now frantically cleaning everything, and, like everyone else on the planet, I blast my music when I clean (and dance like a fucking loser, but hey. You do it too, don't deny it).

Of course, my playlist then decides to play the song we had to perform for our final in that Latin Dance class, and I, high off goofiness, decide to attempt to remember the moves.

Bad idea.

Especially when, after about 10 seconds, I realized I couldn't remember the moves at all, and instead jumped about like an even bigger loser, and crashed into my bureau, which sent all the books on it cascading down onto the floor, creating an even bigger mess for me to clean.

The US is not the only high tech place in the world!

I went to the local library a few days ago because I need to read a play for one of my classes, and buying a copy seemed dumb. I actually stumbled across the library by accident when I was trying to find the bus station after getting done at the police station (where I requested a new passport, nothing bad for once).

So I walk into this library, hoping to GOD that it works the same way that it does in the US. You know, you walk in, go to the information desk, get a library card, find your book, and then go check it out at the register or desk or whatever.

No dice.

I walk in, and see... a lobby like thing, with a couple of computers. No information desk, no friendly librarians... Shit. Well, I spot a helpful sign that says "ADULT SECTION UPSTAIRS". I then walk upstairs, hoping that "Adult Section" does not mean "Porn Section" and thankfully, it was not. It was just the non kiddie books.

There's a lot of non-kiddie books. Where's my play?

I finally spot someone that looks like an employee and ask for help. She looks at me sort of like I am an idiot, but does help me find the book, and she signs me up for a library card. Then she asks me if I would like her to show me how to check out a book.

You mean you can't do that for me?

She takes me to another computer. Or rather, it's a monitor, and in front of it is a big red pad.

This is what I learn:

Put your library card anywhere on the pad, face up. This logs you in.

Then, select check out on the touchscreen monitor.

Place your book on the pad, wait about 10 seconds, and boom. You've checked out. If you would like a reciept, hit the reciept button.

Computers are taking over the world.

My landlords have a book

It's a rather normal sized book, of perhaps 150 pages. I have passed by it many times, because it sits on top of of the fireplace. It sounds like a sort of self help book - the title of it translates into "Everything Men Know About Women" so I have never been particularily interested.

For some reason, I decided to pick it up today, probably because I felt like avoiding homework on a Sunday afternoon. The back of the book boasts about how many years of research went into the book, and that this is the first comprehensive book of the subject matter at hand (that is, the female gender). Below that, there are some reviews from some national newspapers. One of these claims that the author of this book should immediately be nominated for the Nobel prize in literature.

I was intrigued, and turned the book back over to its front cover, and flipped to the first page.
It was at this point that I had to sit down due to laughter.

You see, every single page of this book is completely and utterly blank.