The Braunchweig Lost Post
7-8-06 10:04am
I’m writing this on my laptop from Felicitas’ room. I wanted to post, but her computer is odd and wouldn’t let me write a new entry on live journal, so I’ll write his now and post it from Berlin.
I had a nice night last night. The barbeque was canceled due to the rain so Lici made a delicious pasta dish that I ate a lot of. It had a cream sauce with mushrooms and some other stuff in it. It was mighty tasty.
At about ten of 8 Lici’s boyfriend (Tim, oddly enough) showed up and we all went out. I was shown the campus of the Technical University, what I think of as Braunsweig Tech (Go Muskies!), shot a couple rounds of pool, then got him some food, and got a drink at a trendy bar called, I’m not making this up, Sausalito’s. It had a cactus for the t.
The pool was fun, but frustrating. I get the feeling I could get pretty good if I played more. I know where I need to hit the ball, but getting it to that point is so hard. I missed many easy balls, and hard ones too, with the ball knocking around on the pocket bumper and coming out. Those are hard to swallow.
I did make a crazy circus shot it the last game. I forget how it all happened, but I was so stunned I was doubled over laughing repeatedly saying, “Holy shit!”
After our somewhat overpriced drinks (wheat beer for Tim, some sweet ass girly cocktail for Lici, and while I pondered a whisky, Carlsburg beer for me) I got back to this room at 11:30 or so, checked the email, watched a little TV, and went to bed.
While sleeping I had the weirdest dream I can ever remember having. It involved protecting and stealing royal diamonds, a crazy looking machete, hitting people with heavy glassware, and lots of crying. It had more twists and turns than a John Sanford novel and had it not prominently featured my parents it would have been pretty cool, but with them involved it was downright terrifying. Weird night.
There is a Chinese female field hockey player on TV at the moment. If she has spent her entire life as a woman, then I’m her fairy godmother. Mary Kate Clancy, look out. (Note: If you’re not my parents, you won’t get that reference. Don’t worry.)
I’m meeting Lici for food at 12 and taking the train to Berlin. Its an hour and half train ride and there is one every hour. I have reservations at the hostel so I don’t need to rush over. The 2 o’clock maybe or the 3.
Like I said it is off to Berlin. I’ll book my next hostel from there. This last week has just flown by. I hope it all goes like this. I have a feeling it will.
Oh, I have a hypothesis on my ipod problem. I think that the ipod software, what makes the music play and itunes recognize it, got wiped. My music is still there, but the thing doesn’t recognize the music as music. It knows its there, but doesn’t know what it is. We’ll see if I’m right.
I only get pissed about it when I think about it. Now I’m pissed. Think about Maizie. Ok, I’m fine now.
Lici has Colombo on DVD; maybe I’ll watch an episode while I put my stuff together.
I love and miss you all terribly
Matt
I’m writing this on my laptop from Felicitas’ room. I wanted to post, but her computer is odd and wouldn’t let me write a new entry on live journal, so I’ll write his now and post it from Berlin.
I had a nice night last night. The barbeque was canceled due to the rain so Lici made a delicious pasta dish that I ate a lot of. It had a cream sauce with mushrooms and some other stuff in it. It was mighty tasty.
At about ten of 8 Lici’s boyfriend (Tim, oddly enough) showed up and we all went out. I was shown the campus of the Technical University, what I think of as Braunsweig Tech (Go Muskies!), shot a couple rounds of pool, then got him some food, and got a drink at a trendy bar called, I’m not making this up, Sausalito’s. It had a cactus for the t.
The pool was fun, but frustrating. I get the feeling I could get pretty good if I played more. I know where I need to hit the ball, but getting it to that point is so hard. I missed many easy balls, and hard ones too, with the ball knocking around on the pocket bumper and coming out. Those are hard to swallow.
I did make a crazy circus shot it the last game. I forget how it all happened, but I was so stunned I was doubled over laughing repeatedly saying, “Holy shit!”
After our somewhat overpriced drinks (wheat beer for Tim, some sweet ass girly cocktail for Lici, and while I pondered a whisky, Carlsburg beer for me) I got back to this room at 11:30 or so, checked the email, watched a little TV, and went to bed.
While sleeping I had the weirdest dream I can ever remember having. It involved protecting and stealing royal diamonds, a crazy looking machete, hitting people with heavy glassware, and lots of crying. It had more twists and turns than a John Sanford novel and had it not prominently featured my parents it would have been pretty cool, but with them involved it was downright terrifying. Weird night.
There is a Chinese female field hockey player on TV at the moment. If she has spent her entire life as a woman, then I’m her fairy godmother. Mary Kate Clancy, look out. (Note: If you’re not my parents, you won’t get that reference. Don’t worry.)
I’m meeting Lici for food at 12 and taking the train to Berlin. Its an hour and half train ride and there is one every hour. I have reservations at the hostel so I don’t need to rush over. The 2 o’clock maybe or the 3.
Like I said it is off to Berlin. I’ll book my next hostel from there. This last week has just flown by. I hope it all goes like this. I have a feeling it will.
Oh, I have a hypothesis on my ipod problem. I think that the ipod software, what makes the music play and itunes recognize it, got wiped. My music is still there, but the thing doesn’t recognize the music as music. It knows its there, but doesn’t know what it is. We’ll see if I’m right.
I only get pissed about it when I think about it. Now I’m pissed. Think about Maizie. Ok, I’m fine now.
Lici has Colombo on DVD; maybe I’ll watch an episode while I put my stuff together.
I love and miss you all terribly
Matt