swabbing your blood with formaldehyde
I am returned once more. I have actually been back in my beloved country for a couple of mostly shapeless days now, and I am currently gearing myself up for the first real day tomorrow. I have been skipping the one class that is in my major this semester because it is so damn early. I was literally falling asleep right in front of the professor the last time I did show up, but with the Term Paper On Which My Grade Rests (entirely, i'll have you know, which is awesome and terrible at the same time) looming so frightenly in the near future, I am gonna do my best to drag myself to class in the DARK and the SNOW in the morning. Okay, so the snow is melted. But still.
One more month and this semester is done. Then I have about two months to do God Knows What until I have to decide if I want to graduate on time. That being, if I want to stay in my major, and if I do, if I am cool with forgoing the seemingly drag-ass boring history department here and just taking the kinds of classes I want to take here. That is, classes with lots of Eastern Europeans and the funny little accents they have speaking german. I dunno.
My love of wintry blue skies and occasional heaps of snow teeters from being clouded over with the strange depression that sets in when it feels like your day is finished with the coming of darkness at 4pm. I guess it got dark just as late at home (give or take an hour), but here it feels way different. I was just able to drag myself out of a bit by actually getting a little work done. Sad that it so often feels so impossible.
Anyhow, I am hoping by forcing myself out of my warm (well, that is debatable) nest to do fun things this week I will be able to cheer the spirits. After what is going to likely be a stupendous day tomorrow, I am banking on the Wednesday Night at Paulaner's tradition. Then Thursday I am going to dinner at this old German couple's home with another American and a Polish chick. Friday is Indie Music/Brit Pop night at J.T. Keller, and I am hoping that they serve up the goodness as well as they did the one time we went back in October. Saturday night I am hosting a movie night at Jack's place, where I am hoping native german speakers will be able to get enough of the jokes in Wet Hot American Summer to think I have good taste. Sunday will likely be the oh-Abra'm-i-didn't-do-any-work-cuz-i-was-drunk-all-week fastdance, where I will get all riled up about hating school and wishing I could just, well, I don't know. Ehm hm life.
One more month and this semester is done. Then I have about two months to do God Knows What until I have to decide if I want to graduate on time. That being, if I want to stay in my major, and if I do, if I am cool with forgoing the seemingly drag-ass boring history department here and just taking the kinds of classes I want to take here. That is, classes with lots of Eastern Europeans and the funny little accents they have speaking german. I dunno.
My love of wintry blue skies and occasional heaps of snow teeters from being clouded over with the strange depression that sets in when it feels like your day is finished with the coming of darkness at 4pm. I guess it got dark just as late at home (give or take an hour), but here it feels way different. I was just able to drag myself out of a bit by actually getting a little work done. Sad that it so often feels so impossible.
Anyhow, I am hoping by forcing myself out of my warm (well, that is debatable) nest to do fun things this week I will be able to cheer the spirits. After what is going to likely be a stupendous day tomorrow, I am banking on the Wednesday Night at Paulaner's tradition. Then Thursday I am going to dinner at this old German couple's home with another American and a Polish chick. Friday is Indie Music/Brit Pop night at J.T. Keller, and I am hoping that they serve up the goodness as well as they did the one time we went back in October. Saturday night I am hosting a movie night at Jack's place, where I am hoping native german speakers will be able to get enough of the jokes in Wet Hot American Summer to think I have good taste. Sunday will likely be the oh-Abra'm-i-didn't-do-any-work-cuz-i-was-drunk-all-week fastdance, where I will get all riled up about hating school and wishing I could just, well, I don't know. Ehm hm life.