NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am being tested.
First the referat from hell.
Now. This:
Antonio is finally back. WITH A MULLET.
I was so proud that I had found some hot Spanish boy with nice shaggy hair and all that jazz, now I have a Spanish boy with a mullet. Sigh. It is going to take some adjustment on my part.
It's okay, we still play footsie in class. Only now, I kind of have to hold back hysterical laughter that I am playing footsie with someone with a mullet.
In other news, I didn't go to class because I didn't figure out which poems to use, This is SO HARD, I hate doing research in German, it is impossible for me to skim and figure something out, I'll have to spend the next week in the library wanting to take my life. Ugh.
I bought a loaf of bread today that sounded kind of good, spiced bread, then I sliced into it. Guess what I found? CORN. WTF, Germany? Why do you put corn in everything? Carrots? Fine. Corn? NOOOO. You know what guys, Steve-o, I don't know for sure where he comes from, but judging by what he puts in food, I'd say he must be German. Ugh. That was 2,10 Euro wasted. Maybe I'll offer it to my roommates... they are okay with corn in everything. At least when I bought that I had had the brilliance or lack of self control to also buy a Schokocroissant (Choco-Croissant, in case it wasn't immediately apparent), which kept me more than happy until I could go to another bakery and get a normal loaf of bread. Speaking of weird shit, my croissant was not Crescent shaped. Maybe I just made up this connection between CROISSANT and CRESCENT but really, I pretty much thought that Croissant was in reference to the shape. Okay, my Schokocroissant still tasted like a croissant but it didn't look like a croissant. When I asked for "diese" instead of a "Schokocroissant" the woman replied, "Eine Schokocroissant" like I was an idiot. Fine, lady, call it what you will, I think it is a SchokoQUADRAT personally. Okay, enough of my bakery related rants. That is what I get for being lazy and going to the bakery in Neuenheimer Feld and not taking a bus into town.
I think that my goal for the rest of the semester will be to seduce my now mullet sporting spaniard. Who agrees? (I say this, and I will be a humiliation to myself when I fail. Damn.)
Oh, and my referat on Arbor Day? It was a hit. Ha... ha..... ha. Uhhh.
First the referat from hell.
Now. This:
Antonio is finally back. WITH A MULLET.
I was so proud that I had found some hot Spanish boy with nice shaggy hair and all that jazz, now I have a Spanish boy with a mullet. Sigh. It is going to take some adjustment on my part.
It's okay, we still play footsie in class. Only now, I kind of have to hold back hysterical laughter that I am playing footsie with someone with a mullet.
In other news, I didn't go to class because I didn't figure out which poems to use, This is SO HARD, I hate doing research in German, it is impossible for me to skim and figure something out, I'll have to spend the next week in the library wanting to take my life. Ugh.
I bought a loaf of bread today that sounded kind of good, spiced bread, then I sliced into it. Guess what I found? CORN. WTF, Germany? Why do you put corn in everything? Carrots? Fine. Corn? NOOOO. You know what guys, Steve-o, I don't know for sure where he comes from, but judging by what he puts in food, I'd say he must be German. Ugh. That was 2,10 Euro wasted. Maybe I'll offer it to my roommates... they are okay with corn in everything. At least when I bought that I had had the brilliance or lack of self control to also buy a Schokocroissant (Choco-Croissant, in case it wasn't immediately apparent), which kept me more than happy until I could go to another bakery and get a normal loaf of bread. Speaking of weird shit, my croissant was not Crescent shaped. Maybe I just made up this connection between CROISSANT and CRESCENT but really, I pretty much thought that Croissant was in reference to the shape. Okay, my Schokocroissant still tasted like a croissant but it didn't look like a croissant. When I asked for "diese" instead of a "Schokocroissant" the woman replied, "Eine Schokocroissant" like I was an idiot. Fine, lady, call it what you will, I think it is a SchokoQUADRAT personally. Okay, enough of my bakery related rants. That is what I get for being lazy and going to the bakery in Neuenheimer Feld and not taking a bus into town.
I think that my goal for the rest of the semester will be to seduce my now mullet sporting spaniard. Who agrees? (I say this, and I will be a humiliation to myself when I fail. Damn.)
Oh, and my referat on Arbor Day? It was a hit. Ha... ha..... ha. Uhhh.