I'm a mutant. Whatever.
I figure once every 3 months is worthy of an update...if anyone ever finds this live journal anymore.
First, the real updates:
-decided to live in the German House next year
-starting Chinese in the fall and eventually will join that with French and Russian
Today I don't have any classes. Drinking strong coffee, surfing the net and listening to Frank Sinatra compete with the violent wind beating the trees. I wish it would rain.
Und dann, das was in meinem Kopf schwimmt:
A weird concept: The CBers now are more than half way done and the ones for next year are already chosen and we're still telling watered-down, recycled stories of a year's worth of experiences that no one gives a shit to listen to anyway.
I can't say I blame them. I wouldn't listen to me either.
It's a cruel trick. Live abroad, learn a new language, travel to other countries via Ryan Air, skip Gymnasium and get fucked over and over again by the deutsche Bahn. All that and no one to tell it to.
Sorry new friends, but I'm a mutant. I cuss too much, drink too much caffine and miss the world too much.
Just love me or bad mouth me behind my back amerikanisch style, it's cool. I'll understand.
Sewanee is fine, don't worry. I do love it here. I just wish that I had more space than I have. In D-land I spent most days alone in my cold, cold room reading Harry Potter auf deutsch with my legs curled around the Heizung on 5.
Sarah, my true fellow sloth, I commend your bravery and spontenaeity for going back. I hope it comforts you.
First, the real updates:
-decided to live in the German House next year
-starting Chinese in the fall and eventually will join that with French and Russian
Today I don't have any classes. Drinking strong coffee, surfing the net and listening to Frank Sinatra compete with the violent wind beating the trees. I wish it would rain.
Und dann, das was in meinem Kopf schwimmt:
A weird concept: The CBers now are more than half way done and the ones for next year are already chosen and we're still telling watered-down, recycled stories of a year's worth of experiences that no one gives a shit to listen to anyway.
I can't say I blame them. I wouldn't listen to me either.
It's a cruel trick. Live abroad, learn a new language, travel to other countries via Ryan Air, skip Gymnasium and get fucked over and over again by the deutsche Bahn. All that and no one to tell it to.
Sorry new friends, but I'm a mutant. I cuss too much, drink too much caffine and miss the world too much.
Just love me or bad mouth me behind my back amerikanisch style, it's cool. I'll understand.
Sewanee is fine, don't worry. I do love it here. I just wish that I had more space than I have. In D-land I spent most days alone in my cold, cold room reading Harry Potter auf deutsch with my legs curled around the Heizung on 5.
Sarah, my true fellow sloth, I commend your bravery and spontenaeity for going back. I hope it comforts you.