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GO HARD OR GO HOME! (I went home)

GO HARD OR GO HOME! (I went home)

As expected, much has gone downhill since my initial days in Istanbul. I was awestruck by the scenery and the expanse of the city, but I’ve had a few too many instances lately that have left me with some negative feelings. I say that this is expected because no matter how “international” and “adaptable” I make myself out to seem, I always have a horrible time at the beginning when I’m in a new place. This was true for Costa Rica, Oklahoma, and Israel. However, with time, I grew to really like the places (or at least like certain aspects enough to be able to survive) 🙂

I guess my first and biggest problem would have to be my phone sitch. Gizem had a phone set up and ready for me when I came to Turkey (so sweet). But the other day, when we went to an orientation for foreign students, it stopped working. I thought it was possibly just out of the service area, but I never got no bars back. And it sucked because I met a lot of cool people and they were like “What’s your number?” and I was like “I don’t know because I’m Turkey-tarded.” And then they could never call me and I couldn’t call them. Things did work out mas o menos through facebook but I was desperate to get my phone fixed. It’s been lyke five days now and I have been to at least 5 PHONE STORES and today I spent lyke 4 HOURS STRAIGHT trying to get this damn phone. And it turns out that the place I finally ended up at is two minutes from my apartment. Fuck that shit!!!

Number 2: This weekend, the internet at my apartment stopped working. My roommate says its because the people here before didn’t pay the bill and that we’d have to wait until Monday. Some people think it’s really cool to “go off the map” and not use technology for a while…I discovered this weekend that I am not one of them, especially when I’m in a new place where I don’t have anything to do except look at shit on the internet and call my hopefully new friends, both of which were not possible.

In this same period of time, I got locked out of my apartment twice (once it wasn’t my fault), got stuck on my balcony alone for an hour because I couldn’t open the door, and got told I was rejected by my department at the university (turned out not to be true). So, I was pretty sure I was going to end up crying in the bathroom stall, eating a whole chocolate cake, and talking to my mom on the phone all at the same time. This didn’t happen in reality, but I did have the same emotional overload.

Last, but not least:
After an isolated fun experience of going to the Istanbul Modern Museum and walking around the city yesterday with my new group of friends who I really like, we ate dinner together and starting drinking for a “fun night out.” The motto (proposed by me of course) was GO HARD OR GO HOME (optional: BITCHES). After some hardcore pre-drinking where I ended up being the drunkest one, we went out into the night! We went to this birthday party at someone’s apartment and then took a bus to Taksim, the downtown area of Isty. Be-tee-dubbs, apartment parties aren’t fun here because you live in the same building as families so everyone wants you to shut up. And people will yell at you in Turkish on the bus if you’re loud and drunk. We ended up first at a shady dance club and then a shadier bar. As the night progressed, Momma realized he was not having it. I was ready to 1) get some, 2) have someone pay attention to me, or 3) go home. The first two didn’t work out so well, so I ended up having a romantic solo taxi ride home. It sucks that I couldn’t even live up to my own motto. LAME, HUH? But I’m glad I realized I was on my man rag and couldn’t take any more attention whores (this is a separate story) or stupid Americans for a while.

I know this makes it appear as though I’m having a horrible time, and I am. But that’s hopefully only for now. Things can only go up from here, right? I have had some successes and a lot of fun at times. I trust that e’erthing will be OTAY soon! Just gotta keep chugging along…

I have a crush…

I have a crush…

Let’s play a game faithful blog-readers. It’s called “Where the Fuck is Peter?!” It’s been almost a week since I’ve arrived in Turkey, but I think I would lose this game because I DO NOT KNOW WHERE I AM SOMETIMES HERE. Istanbul is unlike any place I’ve been before. It’s MASSIVE, awesome, and I love it so far (which kind of freaks me out, because I never like a place when I first get there).

Backing up:
On Thursday, September 9th, I boarded a plane from DC to Frankfurt. The plane ride was 7 1/2 hours and lucky for me, as soon as we took off, I found out I had the worst stomach craps IN DA WORLD!!! At first, I was like, “I must be hungry. Let’s get this meal service started.” But the by the time the flight attendant was asking me if I wanted chicken or pasta, I had decided I might be flying Diarrhea Airlines, flight # shit-my-plants, with non-stop service to the farthest place possible. And to top that off, I was in the middle seat, so if I had to go the lavatory, I would have to make someone get up and if I did it multiple times, I would not have any friends for 7 1/2 hours. After forcing down, some gross airplane food, I changed my mind and realized I needed to vomitate 🙁 So, I quietly and politely made my way to the bathroom only to discover that I had misdiagnosed myself. I was just gassy, nauseous, and at this point, cranky. What the hell?! By the time my second flight from Frankfurt to Istanbul arrived, I was better, not 100%, but better. There, waiting for me was my friend GIZEM who I hadn’t seen in almost 3 years!!!

Gizem’s drama:
When I made plans to come to Turkey, I made sure to come early to find an apartment and get settled, but I also wanted to spend time with my friend if possible. Our Polish freak Gosia also planned on coming for a few days and we could all hang out together. However, a couple days before I arrived, the unthinkable happened………………………………………..
The water pipes in Gizem’s house EXPLODED and FLOODED the whole place!!! Noooo! As a result, Gizem and her parents temporarily moved in with relatives, Gosia canceled her trip, and I had to stay in a guest house/hostel. Of course, I’m in no way mad at Gizmo or her family; it was just unfortunate timing. And, my first few days were still fun filled, looking at apartments, eating Turkish food, and watching the basketball world championships which was going on in Turkey!
I also met a lot of Gizem’s relatives and I love them all already. I know it may sound like I’m exaggerating, but these people were just super nice to me although most of them don’t speak a word of English. They’re adorable. I hope to be able to learn enough Turkish to tell them how cool I think they are.
A couple days after I arrived, Gosia surprised us by letting us know that she was in fact coming to Istanbul on a tour with her parents. That day, my personal Turk and I took a water ferry from Asia to Europe (dramatic, I know) and saw the touristy sites of Isty: famous mosques, a cistern, monuments… That night, we met up with Gosh at her hotel and went out for the night. IT WAS LIKE THE BEST NIGHT EVER AND I GET ALL MISTY MISTY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT. We were besties and haven’t seen each other in so long. All we did was go to Taksim (the hip place in ‘Stanbul) had a beer, talked, laughed, and ate DRUNCHIES. We didn’t want to say bye, however our new goal is to reunite again in Poland during winter break.

I am now in my apartment which is about a five minute walk from campus. It’s totes awes! If I like you, you have my permission to come visit and stay here. If I don’t like you, you have my permission to be jealous. 😉 Gizem worked her Turkish voodoo and used her family’s living sitch to make the people living here feel sorry for me and let me stay=I’m her bitch forever. There are two German guys and a Turkish girl. They’re super nice and helpful (at least for now). Will let you know if there be dramz.

1) I have decided that I have a BIGASS CRUSH on Istanbul. Like I said, I don’t usually like a place when I first move there, but I surprisingly like it here. I hope she likes me back…
2)The only thing I hate about being here is that I don’t know Turkish, like anything. Can’t even say basic shit. And whenever Gizem teaches me stuff, it doesn’t even sound like a language so it doesn’t stick in my head. But I will get it one of these days! And I will make my facebook statuses in Turkish so you’ll be like “Shit! Why am I not cool enough to know Turkish like Peter?”
3) Turkish guys like to have two hairstyles at the same time.
For a visual: divide your hair in half (front and back). In the back, make it spiky with gel. In the front, put gel in it also but comb it forward. You now have Turkish boy hair. Weird, huh?
4) For some reason, I have thought up names for Turkish pornos. So far, I have “Constan-titty-nople” and “Istan-balls”. Don’t ask me where this came from.
5) JETLAG CAN SUCK MY ASS!!! Seriously, I either go to bed and wake up at 3/4am and can’t go back to sleep or I just can’t fall asleep until 4am. Why, Allah, why?

Stay tuned, bitches