Still having issues with my internet. Apparently, BT cannot determine the ownership of my phone line, and therefore I cannot sign the line over to me. Which means I cannot get internet, even through another company, because I have to pay BT for the line.
So.
Please, if any of my "friends" would like to contact me, again, use: joshua.neitzel@mildenhall.af.mil
So.
Please, if any of my "friends" would like to contact me, again, use: joshua.neitzel@mildenhall.af.mil
Merry Christmas to me. I bought this for myself (along with several other shirts for friends from Mental Floss). I admit, however, that it looks much better on her...
So I feel as though I've been dishonest with you all. I haven't lied, per se; I just haven't told everyone everything that's been happening these past few weeks. I've only let one person in on "the big secret," but I think it's because I couldn't contain myself.
My current malaise is more of a wistful longing than a funk created by loneliness. While I was in Crete, I did indeed meet a girl. She (who will be henceforth referred to as Simona, as that's her name) works as a bartender at our favorite watering hole in Chania, called DNA. I unintentionally opened up to her about some of the things that had currently been bothering me, in which she reciprocated by doing the same (By the way, Simona is not Greek, she's Romanian -- she speaks English very well, though somewhat awkwardly, at times, and has a lovely accent). By the end of the night, when all the tenders of the bar were going home, I smoothly asked if I could walk her to her place, which she gratefully accepted.
From that point on, we kind of just hung out with each other when both of us weren't working. Nothing physical; just two adults going out and being friends. It wasn't until a few days of being around each other that we started feeling something for one another. Whenever I visited her at the bar, she would write me cute little notes in her awkward English (because she couldn't just hang out by me the whole night -- she had to make tips somehow). My favorite one was "You start on me some feelings that I never feeled before -- this is the true."
Eventually, a couple nights after she finished work, we went out together to another bar with some friends, and we would drink bottles of champagne, sing along to old rock songs, and just make out. I hadn't made out with a girl in like two bloody years until that point. She didn't seem to care that I had braces (and I assure you, they didn't hinder me in the slightest). On our last night in country, we stopped by DNA and stayed for like 12 hours. Before coming in to work, she baked me a marmalade crepe, just to keep me from leaving to get food from someplace else. The girl is a total sweetheart.
And then I left. Crete.
We had a tearful goodbye (well, she cried, as I'm incapable of showing emotion other than happy or not). She wouldn't let me go, which simply crushed my heart into a bloody pulp. I felt terrible. I still feel terrible.
However, we're still talking, and I'm planning on making a trip out there either for the Air Force or my own personal trip. She even drunk dialed me this morning at like 2:45 am. I was like "Do you realize what time it is?" And she said, "It's five." "No it's not. Well, okay, yes it is, but no!" I'm 98% positive I'm completely smitten by this girl.
There it is. My dark secret: Josh has emotions! I'll leave you with a couple pictures I took one night at the bar.
PS -- if you didn't catch it, my internet will be out starting around the 3-5th of December. If you want to talk to me, send me an e-mail at: joshua.neitzel@mildenhall.af.mil
My current malaise is more of a wistful longing than a funk created by loneliness. While I was in Crete, I did indeed meet a girl. She (who will be henceforth referred to as Simona, as that's her name) works as a bartender at our favorite watering hole in Chania, called DNA. I unintentionally opened up to her about some of the things that had currently been bothering me, in which she reciprocated by doing the same (By the way, Simona is not Greek, she's Romanian -- she speaks English very well, though somewhat awkwardly, at times, and has a lovely accent). By the end of the night, when all the tenders of the bar were going home, I smoothly asked if I could walk her to her place, which she gratefully accepted.
From that point on, we kind of just hung out with each other when both of us weren't working. Nothing physical; just two adults going out and being friends. It wasn't until a few days of being around each other that we started feeling something for one another. Whenever I visited her at the bar, she would write me cute little notes in her awkward English (because she couldn't just hang out by me the whole night -- she had to make tips somehow). My favorite one was "You start on me some feelings that I never feeled before -- this is the true."
Eventually, a couple nights after she finished work, we went out together to another bar with some friends, and we would drink bottles of champagne, sing along to old rock songs, and just make out. I hadn't made out with a girl in like two bloody years until that point. She didn't seem to care that I had braces (and I assure you, they didn't hinder me in the slightest). On our last night in country, we stopped by DNA and stayed for like 12 hours. Before coming in to work, she baked me a marmalade crepe, just to keep me from leaving to get food from someplace else. The girl is a total sweetheart.
And then I left. Crete.
We had a tearful goodbye (well, she cried, as I'm incapable of showing emotion other than happy or not). She wouldn't let me go, which simply crushed my heart into a bloody pulp. I felt terrible. I still feel terrible.
However, we're still talking, and I'm planning on making a trip out there either for the Air Force or my own personal trip. She even drunk dialed me this morning at like 2:45 am. I was like "Do you realize what time it is?" And she said, "It's five." "No it's not. Well, okay, yes it is, but no!" I'm 98% positive I'm completely smitten by this girl.
There it is. My dark secret: Josh has emotions! I'll leave you with a couple pictures I took one night at the bar.
PS -- if you didn't catch it, my internet will be out starting around the 3-5th of December. If you want to talk to me, send me an e-mail at: joshua.neitzel@mildenhall.af.mil
I might not be able to get on here for the next couple weeks, as I'm going to be changing internet providers (BT sucks my asshole!). So, to those of you who would call yourselves my friends, if you'd like to get in contact with me, shoot me an e-mail to my work address: joshua.neitzel@mildenhall.af.mil
I just had a wonderful time with an epic snowball fight with my friends and their children: adults versus kids. I think we won. But I can't be certain. Those kids are all tactical, because they play Halo...
A question:
Does anyone know of an online text messaging/SMS service that one could send messages from, say, the UK to Greece? Any leads or clues into this endeavor would leave me infinitely grateful.
Does anyone know of an online text messaging/SMS service that one could send messages from, say, the UK to Greece? Any leads or clues into this endeavor would leave me infinitely grateful.
Not so much excited about going back home.
Ecstatic, however, at the developments of last night's foray into international relations (ribbonsundone, you know to what I refer).
Ecstatic, however, at the developments of last night's foray into international relations (ribbonsundone, you know to what I refer).
Best. Sleep. Ever.
Some friends and I did one of the few monastery hikes last night. We set out at about 4 pm with the goal of making it back UP the mountain before dark (about 6 pm). We were, for the most part, successful in this. The hike starts at the top of a mountain at the main building of the monastery (I'd tell you the name of the place if I knew Greek). You then descend down a windy, rocky gorge on some ragged, hundred-some year-old stairs that do a lot of switchbacks all the way down. While descending, you pass through old, ruined buildings and caves, now occupied by mountain goats and various birds types of which I've never seen before. Oh, how I wish I had a camera so I could share what I saw.
We were of the understanding that the hike down would take 45 minutes, and the return trip would be almost twice that. What we didn't know was that the 45 minute hike down only led to the last part of the old, ruined monastery (wherein people had set up mini-shrines which had some intriguing items left behind). I spotted a small gorge that would be somewhat easy to navigate. We were feeling exploratory, seeing as we made good time down the hill (about 25 minutes at our hastened pace). We traversed the craggy, rocky gorge, almost slipping on some loose rocks in the process. Everyone made it out unscathed, and we were rewarded with a lovely shoreline and sea spray at our faces. And the water...! It was the bluest water I'd ever seen. We goofed off and caught a few baby crabs that washed in with the high tide. We set them free to be with their crab families. Again, I wish I had a camera!
The return trip was slightly less easy. All the areas we found difficult to pass on the way down took some team effort to get back up through. Once we got back to the lowest part of the monastery, it was already starting to get dusk. We decided to double-time it back up the stairs, but we met some brutally tall stairs (who the hell builds foot and a half tall stairs up switchbacks?!) which quickly sapped our energy. We had to take a few breaks to regain strength. By the time we got back to the easier trails, it was dark. There was just enough light for us to see where we should be walking, so no one got hurt. My friend and I decided to sprint out the last couple hundred yards in a foolish dick-showing competition. He won, but he's got a few years on me. I'm surprised I stayed as close as I did. I guess I'm still pretty spry in my old age.
The aches and tightness set in right before I went to sleep last night, making my slumber easy to reach. But, with the good comes the bad, too. For some reason I kept have vivid dreams of a female that I may or may not be foolishly crushing over. "Josh," you say. "What could be so terrible about dreaming of a beautiful girl?" Well, when you wake up with an epic erection and you're clutching your pillow like you're about to rail it, I'd say that's a little weird. I digress. I hate having crushes. They remind me of how few of them come to reality. Hence my frustration with the dreams I had last night.
Still, I feel so much better after it all. I'm invigorated. I'm ready for work, and I'm ready to go out for a night on the town tonight. It's probably my last night of fun in Greece. Then it's back to the doldrums of England. Meh.
Some friends and I did one of the few monastery hikes last night. We set out at about 4 pm with the goal of making it back UP the mountain before dark (about 6 pm). We were, for the most part, successful in this. The hike starts at the top of a mountain at the main building of the monastery (I'd tell you the name of the place if I knew Greek). You then descend down a windy, rocky gorge on some ragged, hundred-some year-old stairs that do a lot of switchbacks all the way down. While descending, you pass through old, ruined buildings and caves, now occupied by mountain goats and various birds types of which I've never seen before. Oh, how I wish I had a camera so I could share what I saw.
We were of the understanding that the hike down would take 45 minutes, and the return trip would be almost twice that. What we didn't know was that the 45 minute hike down only led to the last part of the old, ruined monastery (wherein people had set up mini-shrines which had some intriguing items left behind). I spotted a small gorge that would be somewhat easy to navigate. We were feeling exploratory, seeing as we made good time down the hill (about 25 minutes at our hastened pace). We traversed the craggy, rocky gorge, almost slipping on some loose rocks in the process. Everyone made it out unscathed, and we were rewarded with a lovely shoreline and sea spray at our faces. And the water...! It was the bluest water I'd ever seen. We goofed off and caught a few baby crabs that washed in with the high tide. We set them free to be with their crab families. Again, I wish I had a camera!
The return trip was slightly less easy. All the areas we found difficult to pass on the way down took some team effort to get back up through. Once we got back to the lowest part of the monastery, it was already starting to get dusk. We decided to double-time it back up the stairs, but we met some brutally tall stairs (who the hell builds foot and a half tall stairs up switchbacks?!) which quickly sapped our energy. We had to take a few breaks to regain strength. By the time we got back to the easier trails, it was dark. There was just enough light for us to see where we should be walking, so no one got hurt. My friend and I decided to sprint out the last couple hundred yards in a foolish dick-showing competition. He won, but he's got a few years on me. I'm surprised I stayed as close as I did. I guess I'm still pretty spry in my old age.
The aches and tightness set in right before I went to sleep last night, making my slumber easy to reach. But, with the good comes the bad, too. For some reason I kept have vivid dreams of a female that I may or may not be foolishly crushing over. "Josh," you say. "What could be so terrible about dreaming of a beautiful girl?" Well, when you wake up with an epic erection and you're clutching your pillow like you're about to rail it, I'd say that's a little weird. I digress. I hate having crushes. They remind me of how few of them come to reality. Hence my frustration with the dreams I had last night.
Still, I feel so much better after it all. I'm invigorated. I'm ready for work, and I'm ready to go out for a night on the town tonight. It's probably my last night of fun in Greece. Then it's back to the doldrums of England. Meh.
This is why I shouldn't be allowed in public places:
My friend Dan and I went out last night, after a group of us ate dinner. We hit our favorite watering hole in Chania, a place called DNA. There weren't many people out yet because DNA doesn't usually open until 8pm. Still, the bartenders know us all pretty well, so they let us hang out.
Dan and I approached the bar to introduce ourselves to a couple of the "new recruits." I did all the talking, which is generally a bad thing:
"Hello, ladies. This is Dan, the sexy one, and I'm Josh, the slightly less sexy, but intellectually superior one. Together we're Dan and Josh: Bromo-sexuals! Apart, however, we are Josh (lavishly displaying my semi-sexy attire), and uh... (snapping fingers as if I can't remember his name) oh yeah, Dan..."
Suffice it to say, by the end of the night, I went home alone, and Dan went home with two gorgeous Latvian bartenders. Did I mention Dan's married?
I need to learn when to shut my mouth...
My friend Dan and I went out last night, after a group of us ate dinner. We hit our favorite watering hole in Chania, a place called DNA. There weren't many people out yet because DNA doesn't usually open until 8pm. Still, the bartenders know us all pretty well, so they let us hang out.
Dan and I approached the bar to introduce ourselves to a couple of the "new recruits." I did all the talking, which is generally a bad thing:
"Hello, ladies. This is Dan, the sexy one, and I'm Josh, the slightly less sexy, but intellectually superior one. Together we're Dan and Josh: Bromo-sexuals! Apart, however, we are Josh (lavishly displaying my semi-sexy attire), and uh... (snapping fingers as if I can't remember his name) oh yeah, Dan..."
Suffice it to say, by the end of the night, I went home alone, and Dan went home with two gorgeous Latvian bartenders. Did I mention Dan's married?
I need to learn when to shut my mouth...
