Holy Spirit, I need your touch more than ever before.
So some random Austrianess:
I woke up today, got ready, went to make my bed, and found a CD laying on top of it. It's not mine, not my roommate's, no one has been in our room, we keep our door locked... I listened to it and it' really wierd, but kind of cute (though often cute in a wierd way), and kind of good. It's all by the same guy, and the CD says post office on it. Therefore, we assume that the band is called Post Office. It's just really confusing how it got onto my bed considering that I sleep in it every night. I would have noticed if it had been there before. I jokingly told my roommate that it is probably one of our stalkers (Sean or Romerio). Romerio's the boy who wrote me a long, creepy love letter then transferred schools. Alisha's theory is that Romerio is probably from Austria (he mentioned in the letter that he is going back to his home country; for many reasons we assumed that that was Mexico, but you know what happens when you assume). She thinks that he works at the Spar (near-by grocery store) and slipped the CD full of wierd love songs into my bag. She's thinking of writing a murder mystery about it. That whole theory, even though there's a 99.999999999999% chance that it is not true totally freaks me out, especially since I would most likely be the victem in that murder story.
Also, there are a bunch of random children that live at the Kartause. When students go to and from mass, we often get ambushed with snow balls from these small children. On the way to the Mensa (where we eat meals) today, a group of small children decided to barracade the door. It took twelve guys to restrain the small children so that we could all get inside to eat.
Just figured I'd give you guys something to laugh about and contemplate. Love ya all. (Ya all is not to be confused with ya'll).
I woke up today, got ready, went to make my bed, and found a CD laying on top of it. It's not mine, not my roommate's, no one has been in our room, we keep our door locked... I listened to it and it' really wierd, but kind of cute (though often cute in a wierd way), and kind of good. It's all by the same guy, and the CD says post office on it. Therefore, we assume that the band is called Post Office. It's just really confusing how it got onto my bed considering that I sleep in it every night. I would have noticed if it had been there before. I jokingly told my roommate that it is probably one of our stalkers (Sean or Romerio). Romerio's the boy who wrote me a long, creepy love letter then transferred schools. Alisha's theory is that Romerio is probably from Austria (he mentioned in the letter that he is going back to his home country; for many reasons we assumed that that was Mexico, but you know what happens when you assume). She thinks that he works at the Spar (near-by grocery store) and slipped the CD full of wierd love songs into my bag. She's thinking of writing a murder mystery about it. That whole theory, even though there's a 99.999999999999% chance that it is not true totally freaks me out, especially since I would most likely be the victem in that murder story.
Also, there are a bunch of random children that live at the Kartause. When students go to and from mass, we often get ambushed with snow balls from these small children. On the way to the Mensa (where we eat meals) today, a group of small children decided to barracade the door. It took twelve guys to restrain the small children so that we could all get inside to eat.
Just figured I'd give you guys something to laugh about and contemplate. Love ya all. (Ya all is not to be confused with ya'll).