Thank god I honeymooned with Lou for 2 and a half years.
And when I'm talking about Lou, I mean Lucius Maximus -my big white 'wife beating' mini van. I fucking hate not being about to drive. Oh, its not even that. Its that I technically can drive, I even have my license and shit, but god be damned. I have no visa. (I am an illegal alien.) So last night was valentine's day. But I had absolutly no way to get to Basti's house last night because he had no car, and my host sister hates my guts... ie she drank too much to be allowed to drive (well on that note, she just shouldn't be allowed to drive sober either... she's just that awful.) And all the other alternatives fell through... so I spent Valentines day at Itzi's house... I tried to make the best of the evening. I brought Ferrero Küsschen (they are these little chocolates things. I bought them mostly because a küsschen is a 'little kiss' and since they don't have Hersheys Kisses here -let alone Hersheys Hugs, it was the closest thing I could get.) Yeah, so it was a normal night at Itzi's... I drank not a lot, got plastered anyway, walked home at 11:30, insisted to my host mom that: a) I was not drunk, and b) The underware I bought in Hannover (black and pink with multi colored polka dots, and boy cut undies to match) were a lot more fun then the underware that she bought (white and blue standard cotton... phhhhsshhhhaaawww).
Oh man that reminds me of last Thursday night when Vi (a Canadian exchange student) and I went out for coctails and gossip. Anyway to make a long story short, we met these Scottish soldiers who are stationed in the area, and they kept saying things like, 'You go girlfriend' trying to be all sassy, but its sounded ridiculous with their thick Scottish accents. Oh man...
I have tons of stupid homework to do... and its stupid, and ich habe keine Lust. Echt. Aber ich will nur Basti sehen.
Oh man I totally have a craving to sit on my couch in Westford, eating black rasberry ice cream from Kimballs, and watching the newest Sex in the City DVD. All Sundays should consist of that. They shouldn't be spent doing stupid German excersises on putting sentances in the present into the past and past perfect. Oh man.
I am going crazy.
Ich gehe verrückt.
I went crazy.
Ich ging verrückt.
I have gone crazy.
Ich habe verrückt gegongen.
The whistle tip goes, WOOT WOOT,
Erika
Oh man that reminds me of last Thursday night when Vi (a Canadian exchange student) and I went out for coctails and gossip. Anyway to make a long story short, we met these Scottish soldiers who are stationed in the area, and they kept saying things like, 'You go girlfriend' trying to be all sassy, but its sounded ridiculous with their thick Scottish accents. Oh man...
I have tons of stupid homework to do... and its stupid, and ich habe keine Lust. Echt. Aber ich will nur Basti sehen.
Oh man I totally have a craving to sit on my couch in Westford, eating black rasberry ice cream from Kimballs, and watching the newest Sex in the City DVD. All Sundays should consist of that. They shouldn't be spent doing stupid German excersises on putting sentances in the present into the past and past perfect. Oh man.
I am going crazy.
Ich gehe verrückt.
I went crazy.
Ich ging verrückt.
I have gone crazy.
Ich habe verrückt gegongen.
The whistle tip goes, WOOT WOOT,
Erika