Midnight Impulse

learning experiences and impulsive decisions

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Spirit of Adventure

I want to go on an adventure.  Nay, numerous adventures.  I want to have a whole lot of new experiences visiting new places, and excellent photographs to remember it all.  Since I can’t actually go off and travel on my own for now, I figure I can instead discover my own country.  I’ve been living in the world’s first Christian nation for six years and not taking any advantage of it.  I’m soon going off to university having seen less than 10% of the country, and having experienced even less.  Yeah, winter is coming, but that shouldn’t stop me from seeing everything any traveller would spend time and money to see.  I can take advantage of the colder months to visit the history museums and try out new restaurants and cafes to my heart’s content, while discovering the rest of the country can be left for the warmer months starting in May.

A couple of days ago I stumbled upon a Couchsurfing thread of a traveller asking for good places to visit here, and a girl had replied with a long list of places to see and things to do.  I copied down all the URLs she’d suggested and emailed them to myself, determined to see the rest of the country I now consider home.

Tatev Monastery Armenia

Tatev Monastery

I’ve decided to photograph Armenia to have something to remember it by while I’m away.  Everyone is so busy photographing the obvious tourist attractions, but I want to be the one capturing the stonework on an ancient church hidden deep in the snowy mountains.




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How to Have a Fun Night Out

Step 1:  Grab a couple friends

Step 2:  Dress up in costume and face paint for Halloween.  This is crucial: never mind the fact that it’s not Halloween

Step 3:  Go out into the city

Step 4:  Spend the night walking around, going into different [cheap] restaurants/cafes

Step 5:  Enjoy the baffled stares strangers will give you.  Answer their “What day is it today?” questions with humour.

This is what a couple friends and I did last night.  Now, keep in mind we’re a group of students attending an international school in an ex-Soviet, conservative country.  Although Halloween isn’t a very widespread event, many of the younger (and 30 year old clubbers) crowd in the country have fun dressing up and going to Halloween parties at clubs.  Our original plan of attending a party at an undisclosed embassy was cancelled.  Upon arriving, the night guards told us that there was no such thing happening at the embassy that night.  However, there was going to be a party at a place called London Bar in the city at 10.  And so the adventure began.

My friend (let’s call her Teddy) and the new girl in our group (let’s call her Skillet) and I grabbed a taxi off the highway and headed into city center.  Our driver was very much amused by our attire and makeup, and eventually his curiosity got him and he had to ask if there was some special party going on.

We hopped out of our taxi and the baffled gawks began. The most amusing stranger we encountered the whole night was the one who literally stopped what he was doing, let his jaw drop, and looked on in absolute shock.   After all, he had just seen super woman, a skeleton, and a circus ringleader walking around like normal at night.  But as Adam and the Ants chanted, “ridicule is nothing to be scared of.”

We made our way to the promised London Club at about 8:30, which was completely empty save for the cleaning lady who very rudely kicked us out of the bathroom, refusing to answer my question of whether there will be a party that night.

Hungry, we headed to the best burger place in the city, where there was a “party” going on with very loud, bad Arabic music playing (presumably due to the insurgence of Syrians in the country).   Our cute waiter was nice enough to turn it down a tad, and our burgers more than made up for the loudness.

We walked out and headed over to Cinnabon for tea and cinnamon sticks, hoping to kill some more time.

By 10, we went over to the club once more to see if anyone had showed up but were once again disappointed.  Bummed out, Teddy came out with a stroke-of-genius suggestion, “How about hookah?”  We had a chocolate-mint flavoured one for a mere $11 USD and Skillet and I engaged in an equally terrible game of chess, neither having the skills to play a proper game.  Upon leaving the shisha bar, the employees asked us, “What day is it today?” to which I replied with a sad shake of the head, “Not Halloween.”

The third time’s always the charm.  At 12 PM, the club finally had gained some life to it.  We got ourselves a table and a round of vodka shots, paid, and went over to the dance floor.  We noticed a group of boys from school and went over to say hi, and then Skillet and I got ourselves a second round because the first shot hadn’t sunk in.  Teddy is a lightweight, so she opted out.  At some point, we saw the cute waiter from the burger place walk in and wave at us in recognition.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have much time to dance since Teddy had to be home at 1, so the three of us left then and shared a cab back home.  It took me about 20 minutes to get all my face makeup off.

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Paradoxically Conflicted

I recently uploaded some photos onto my Flickr for the first time in over six months but don’t feel as good about it as I thought I would.  It’s an odd feeling, but I felt this sense of dread the second I logged into my account.  On the internet, every website operates in it’s own manner.  Each domain has it’s own “style,”: a certain type of users, a certain sense of humour, a certain degree of snobby philosophy.  I’m just feeling that whatever it is, I’m not very drawn to Flickr lately.  Or to any site, for that matter.  I hate feeling like I’m taking photos for any audience, but at the same time I really want to share my images with someone.  And to think I couldn’t come up with an example of a paradox when I was asked in literature class -___-“




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Senior Year & Stress

Hi there!  

I’ve been gone for so long and feeling quite bad about it.  Senior year has started off with the arrival of a lovely new face in the shape of a handsome man at school.  The atmosphere around the building is, for the first year ever, not as poisonous as it used to be in the past.  People mostly keep to themselves and converse with whom they wish to talk to, but there’s no drama of any sort so far *knock on wood*.  

Classes are challenging what with Pre-Calculus, AP Psychology and Latin but I’m getting on just fine, as soon as I catch up to the latter two, which are online classes.

I took the SAT this Saturday, the 5th.  I’d signed up for Math 1, 2, and the Literature subject tests.  They weren’t required for any university I’m applying to but I decided to try them out anyway.  Suffice to say I’m not going to be sending out score reports to any school on my list …

I’m not going to lie: I’ve been quite stressed out about the whole idea of leaving home.  I don’t feel ready yet to leave home, especially since I’ll be moving off to a whole other continent (Northern America).  I’m considering schools in Boston, New York, and Montreal, but haven’t made up my mind or found out what my heart’s really yearning for.  

More on all of everything later.  Just wanted a quick update.