Class? Dammit.

Classes have been crazy - average of about 5-6 hours a day. Everyone from here thinks I'm crazy for trying to follow two programs at the same time. Despite having thousands of students in the two colleges, every time I go to an admin office for something, they always say something to the extent of, "Ah, I remember your file." Or, even better, "So you are him...." Naturally, this means I've got to pass all of my courses, just so I can shove it all in their face - not the mention the blow to my ego if I don't.

Also working on my thesis proposal for business. Thesis topic allocation process is competitive, so professors choose the best proposals to work with. This generally means that the best professors and topics get the most proposals and thus the best professors. I'm trying to get a professor who was educated in the US and really likes me because I'm American. He seems to be the most helpful promoter and has a big business network in the US, which could be useful later. Also seems to be flamboyantly homosexual, though he could just be Dutch. Only problem is, I can't think of a topic that seems even remotely interesting.
I officially take back all the time's I said Dad's master's thesis in geology was mind-numbingly boring. I know there are interesting topics out there, I just can't think of them.

I might go to Antwerp on Saturday with a friend. It should be more interesting than here. Leuven is very quiet on the weekends, because Belgian students go home on the weekends to restock their tupperware, have their mother do their laundry, and sober up. That means that thursday is the big party night here. Down the hill from where I Iive is a vast lake of beer most weekday nights with twice the alcohol content (if half the nudity) of Bourbon street. (In case you were wondering, it's generally just too cold - bit too nippy - to run around nude here).

It doesn't help that most of my views are similar to this.

The faculty of business' student union, which is by far richer than any other three combined, throws huge, free keggers almost once a week. Really, it's no wonder the failure rate is so high. I don't have to go to class (I am), I don't have to study yet, as there is only one exam, which is after Christmas (will start soon), and there is one brewery for every four square miles of territory (haven't finished the ones in town yet) and and any given Monday (or Tuesday) I could get enough free beer to melt my liver, most of it from my faculty (liver intact). I don't know whether it's heaven or hell to have to try and study here.

Antwerp is a maybe, though, because I promised my replacement I would help him move into the house saturday. If nothing else I'll go to Brussels or the Ocean. Place is so damn small I could be in France, Holland, Luxembourg, or Germany an hour after I left my room if I timed the trains right. Or, I could just get smashed at a monastery after afternoon prayers...

OK, going to run. By the way, my skype name is alexander.fournet, i think. It's on any time I'm in my room, so if you see me on, feel free to give me a call.
Don't forget I changed my address.