leipzig, the german sprache, and me.
went to leipzig this weekend. smoked a lot. drank a lot. met wonderful people. met, once again, other beautiful people. thursday night i just relaxed with kretschie and inga, smoked a bit, drank cider, reminded myself how much i hate interacting on a military base surrounded by americans (and mostly those types that walked straight out of the frat and into the combat zone). friday i went out with inga, drank some, ate a huge burrito at the killywilly with liz, a wonderful girl, american punk, previously arrested and labeled as an "eco-terrorist" and Iris, a beautiful, energetic german girl always smiling and laughing. She reminded me how much more german I must learn, conversation-wise, because my flirting wasn't up to par, and was only held back by the languaga hurdle. Nils was nevertheless more effective. So it is.
what i do in my personal time here is unlike any thing else americans do. the americans here go out, drink themselves retarded, go home with someone, fuck each other retarded, and come home. That, or they just go out and get into a fucking retarded fight. Or they just stay home, like my roommate, which is probably the smartest decision out of those 3. regardless, on the weekends when i visit friends in the east, i am surrounded by dirty punks, sloppy german, amazing sights and experiences, conversations, interesting discussions and people from all walks of life.
and at some point, i feel like i am living in the underground, in some dark shadow. the people back on base could guess what i am doing, but they would guess of me the same as the rest of the employees; they would never guess i'm singing anti-war songs on my guitar in the middle of connewitz kreuz, leipzig. at some other point, i reminded myself that i have to lose more weight and become attractive, because feeling ugly has been for far too long, and as materialistic and shallow as it is, it's the only way i think i can feel better - to know that someone else wants me in *some* form: physically, emotionally, intellectually..
T-21 days until ireland comes to me.
what i do in my personal time here is unlike any thing else americans do. the americans here go out, drink themselves retarded, go home with someone, fuck each other retarded, and come home. That, or they just go out and get into a fucking retarded fight. Or they just stay home, like my roommate, which is probably the smartest decision out of those 3. regardless, on the weekends when i visit friends in the east, i am surrounded by dirty punks, sloppy german, amazing sights and experiences, conversations, interesting discussions and people from all walks of life.
and at some point, i feel like i am living in the underground, in some dark shadow. the people back on base could guess what i am doing, but they would guess of me the same as the rest of the employees; they would never guess i'm singing anti-war songs on my guitar in the middle of connewitz kreuz, leipzig. at some other point, i reminded myself that i have to lose more weight and become attractive, because feeling ugly has been for far too long, and as materialistic and shallow as it is, it's the only way i think i can feel better - to know that someone else wants me in *some* form: physically, emotionally, intellectually..
T-21 days until ireland comes to me.