canned pineapple diaries

So, as many of you know, I have quite the soft spot for pineapple in a can.  I have also proven to myself that I can live off of the pineapple alone when aided by some cereal and an occasional burrito, which is besides the point.  I have always liked canned fruit, but it was not until my dorm days as a freshman that I realized that I hated the dorm food so much that I would rather just eat heaps of pineapple than even think about digesting another bite of food provided to me by the meal plan. 

So, I am currently in Finland, Tampere to be exact.  I took a train in from Helsinki and my lovely school sanctioned friend met me at the train station.  We proceeded to take a bus from the train station to the stop that we believed would lead us to my dorm building.  we quickly realized as the bus left us in the dust that this was not our stop at all.  So instead of waiting for the next bus we decided to trek the rest of the way.  In general this would not be a funny/awful experience, but seeing as how I am here for quite some time, and I am not a light packer by any means, this became a bit difficult.  I was assured that it was right up the road, and off we went.  Two sidewalks, one gravel road, and about a pint of sweat later we arrived at my dorm, which from the inside hallways looks almost completely like a prison, not the converted hotel that I was led to imagine.  Regardless my room is cute, and the best part its a single!  Another good thing, the entire building is full of singles, so it  doesn't look like I am the totally antisocial girl in the single, VICTORY!

once I found my room safely, we went off on an outing to find me a bus pass some linens, and to show me the city.  it was a success, the only downside to all of this is that I am starving.  My body refuses to sleep but it seems to be that it is trying to replace sleeping with eating. downside to consuming more food than a small nation every 3 hours with people you don't know?  they obviously think that your a giant fatty American.  Also, people in this country resemble gnomes in their size so this does not help.  Regardless, after I was left alone to fend for myself, armed only with my buss pass, bus schedule, and one finnish word, I headed straight for the nearest department/food store.  I got my much needed bedding, and soap before heading downstairs to the 'cellar level' to buy some food.  problem #1 europeans buy about 2 items per shopping trip, most likely because they don't have real jobs so they can just spend all their time going grocery shopping for the amount of food to feed an ant, but I digress.  I bought 6 items and it clearly was the most amount out on anyone.  Of this shopping trip, you can bet your twin  sister that I bought myself not one but 2 cans of canned pineapple.

Thats where the story begins again.  Once again two years later I am sitting in my dorm room eating canned pineapple, out of the can, with my fingers, because buying a plastic fork would obviously up my item count to 7 thus making it near impossible for me to show my face again at the market.  Old habits die hard.