Of the Normal and the Insane

So apparently I actually have a readership that needs to be appeased with another post (honestly, I didn't know people actually read this). I'm writing this on a coffee break at work, since I can't really quit my habit of drinking coffee. I feel I deserve it. This morning the tram broke down, or rather it collided with a car I believe, leaving me to walk five stops before I could get on another line. This would not ordinarily be a problem except I was carrying my laptop because the desktop at work really hates me as all technology does - witness the computer fiasco of fall 09 - and this made my bag more unbearably heavy than usual. To make a long story short, I felt I deserved the two cups of coffee I've had so far this morning. Life in Geneva is a mixture of expected and crazy, and somehow it usually vacilates between these two extremes. The expected- coming in to work, sitting at a desk, doing research and other normal internship work (honestly, it may be the UN, but it's rather normal, not that glamorous), stopping by the grocery store on the way home (my money all goes to food and drink, and yes by drink I do not mean water), settling onto the couch and watching How I Met Your Mother, something I have finally been convinced to do at the insistence of my darling roommate and now I'm hooked, alas I'm almost out of episodes. Honestly, there isn't that much to do in Geneva. And everything closes so early. Even places that claim to be open 24/7 (is it wrong of me to assume that Aperto 24 means Open 24) close at midnight. When one is that poor wretch whose train gets in at 12:08, it's kind of depressing. The crazy, well maybe I should make a list.
1. The World Cup. I'm writing this today because there's a good chance I won't want to tomorrow. Let's just say it's been a fun three weeks. And granted I do spend every breathing second on soccer sites from Germany, the UK, America, etc, but people are still amazed when they hear me talk about it. Apparently I'm an encyclopedia?
2. My friends. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywRcx_jus8Q. Enough said.
3. The people here. Yesterday, I was visiting my darling friend Sara (yes, I'm writing this post at your insistence!) in Lausanne for what else but semis watching, and on the train ride home I was talking with this seemingly nice elderly couple. They had kept staring at me and looking at each other and then finally talked to me, and you know I had run out of episodes on my ipod to watch so I acquiesced. This is all normal (old people tend to like me for some reason) until when we finally got to Geneva, at which point they asked me if I would join them in a threesome. Needless to say I hurried away. Honestly, why are even old people creepy here?
With that fun story, I'll leave you for now. Let's hope for success tonight against Spain so that I'll be cheerful enough to write again soon. I'm going to Berlin this weekend for soccer (what else?), I figure either way I'll see the Germans play and in Geneva a max of 500 people or so watch the game in this outdoor stadium, it's no comparison to the Fanmeile on any level, and I want to let all my fanaticism loose. And I truly hope that's on Sunday, not Saturday night.