Today I got up at 4:30am to pack for my two weeks of vacation. =) Today through Wednesday I'm going to be in Munich for Oktoberfest and then on Wednesday and Thursday I'm going to be in Salzburg. Then I'm heading to Rome to stay with Gina for a week! =D I must say I'm most excited about going to Italy because I miss my roomie and it'll be nice to hear something else besides German for a week. haha

The other day I was having a cigarette with my Schlaffschwanz (limp dick) and we were talking about someone and I said, "Sometimes I wonder if he has a vagina." To which he replies, "What's that?" My jaw dropped. This guy is studying to become a doctor. I kept saying, "VAGINA. You must know what that is. Are you kidding me? Honey, I'm not going to explain it to you." Then he asks me to spell it so I do and he says, "Oh Sheisse. Vagina (pronounced vuh-gee [like in geese or gear]-nuh)!" Language barriers, you gotta love 'em.

I talked to Peter for the first time in forever. It was nice to be able to tell him my pointless Eurotrash stories and to hear that he gets sauerkraut on his hotdogs and thinks of me. I missed ya, ace. Glad to hear married life with Arel is working out.

Well, that is all for now. See ya in two weeks, suckers.

Herr Dröscher and his favorite student.


Thanks for all the good times. ;o) ,,Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei"

I wrote most of my 904257 page paper on Baseball. I swear, I will never complain about writing a paper in English again. As if writing in another language isn't difficult enough, here the margins are less than an inch and it's 1.5 spacing. o_O I asked my neighbor to correct my paper and I swear, he tore that shit to pieces. It was a real blow to my pride. Not that I expected my paper to be perfect but man, if he used a red pen, I'd have to wrap my paper with a gauze to keep it from excessive bleeding. I still have to buy my neighbor something as a token of my appreciation for his help. I asked him if he thought any of my friends were cute but there's no hope there since most of them are taken anyway.

While he was correcting my paper I had my itunes open and I said, "Hey Tim, I heard this song today and it totally reminded me of you." He was pretty eager to hear what it was. I played "Tootsie Roll" by the 69 Boys. He didn't really get that it was a joke. He was like, "How does this remind you of me?" My sense of humor just doesn't fly here in D-Land.

Actually, no one really seems to understand me here. My other neighbor had a huge ass bong in his hand and I told him to let me know when he was planning to smoke because I would be totally down. Then he said, "Totally down? Why are you sad?" I really need to lay off of the idiomatic expressions...

As written in a previous blog, I hate socks with sandals. Well, it's definitely the thing to do here. ALL THE GUYS WEAR SOCKS WITH SANDALS. Especially Birkenstocks. WHY? Guys also like to wear cropped pants. Who deemed cropped pants on guys cool? They need to get slapped. Someone needs to sick the Fashion Stasi on them. I don't expect everyone to be on the uppity up with fashion but isn't it obvious that the aforementioned fashion faux pas are extremely visually offensive?

In other news, I have diagnosed myself with Fat Kid Syndrome (FKS). On Monday I went to the grocery store and half of my items were candy and chocolate. What's sadder than that is that I'm almost done and wrote a note to myself to buy more. I just might end up on Maury like this kid...


I actually feel really bad for this kid. It has to be genetics. It just has to!

It seems like everyone is just having issues with food. Vivian keeps buying bananas and banana juice despite the pain it causes her. Another one of my friends has a really bad nick on his lip and I asked him what happened. Apparently, he burned himself from eating a really hot baguette. He looked like he had gotten into a nasty fight but no, he just went couldn't wait to take a bite into his baguette.

I had a lot of fun this weekend. =) Friday we had our Gruppen Refarat on famous people from Goettingen. Of course, we rocked that shit. We did a little parody of the Dating Game with Otto von Bismarck, an old Bundespraesident and Schroeder and the one picking was Hilary Duff. The teachers were cracking up. Even the one that scares that shit out of me!


me (the host) and Erika aka Schroeder


Keinst and Erika
Later that night we had a little fiesta thingy because we were craving burritos like no other. For those of you back home, please eat a bbq pork or grilled steak super burrito for me, please. Oh, and drink an horchata. Ahhhhh! My mouth is watering as we speak.

Kate and I were trying to open this can of beans but the can opener was so strange that we had no idea what we were doing so we decided to go into the hallway and just ask some random person. So I go up to this guy with the can in one hand and the opener in the other with this puppy dog face and he just takes the can and opens it for me without me saying a word. I'm sure he thought I was really retarded but I figured, "Oh well, I'm never gonna see that guy again." We actually ended up asking him and his friends to join us at our little gathering on the roof. They're all chill and very fun to hang out with.

Anyway, here are some pics.


me, Michele and Erika


Sean getting ready for body shots


Michele and her margarita ingredients


I have NO idea what Sean and Kate are doing


Erika, Vivian and our newfound friends

Kate, who I see everyday, has asked me to update and because I care deeply about friendship, I will do just that. Her most recent blog talked about one of her pet peeves which is also one of mine. See, I told you we have a lot in common, Kate. ;o) So I've decided to take it a step further and list multiple pet peeves of mine.

1. Taking pictures in front of a mirror and posting them on your blog, myspace, etc.- Like Kate said, at least hide the camera. It's just this strange form of vanity that I can't stand. Let's be real, you probably took at least 15 pictures before you got the perfect emo expression on your face. The LEAST you could do is place the camera somewhere and use the timer.
   
2. Socks with sandals- It never really bothered me until KC kept talking about how her chem teacher always did it. If you're gonna make the effort to put socks on, putting some shoes on won't kill you. God forbid you might have to tie some shoelaces. What's worse than socks with sandals is socks with flip flops. Two words: NINJA TOE
3. Sunglasses indoors- I'm just not a fan of lame attempts at looking cool.
   
4. People over the age of 18 who type in a cutesy manner- GROW UP.
5. Poor spelling/grammar in blogs- I know I don't have to read them, but they also don't have to disgrace the English language. Saying, "your stupid." is incorrect. If contractions are too difficult for you, save some face and put both words for fuck's sake. Knowing the difference between homonyms such as "there", "they're" and "their" or "here" and "hear" isn't rocket science.
   

So those are a handful of my pet peeves. I'll admit it, I'm a condescending asshole. Maybe it's because I went to Lowell where I was surrounded by nothing but smart people and I expected college to be the same way. WRONG. I'm sure people who do the aforementioned things contribute more to the good of society than I ever will because I'm here on my computer complaining about them instead of doing something useful. But these are my opinions and like they say, "Opinions are like assholes- DELICIOUS." Just kidding.

p.s. Cindy is such a thug.

You can take us out of the U.S., but you can't take the U.S. out of us...

We call him Fabian


Cindy


David


Michele


Shawn

Happy Birthday Cindy! Hope you had fun on your big 2-1. Tonight we had dinner at Villa Cuba and then bar hopping. Then we went to O-Sho or whatever it's called. They played pretty fun music. The only sucky part is that Erika and I put our jackets down and someone took them. Oh well. It's just stuff, really. There are worse things that can happen. Besides, I got it for $6 at Goodwill. It's all about not dwelling.

E M O

One of the many mysteries of life...

Yesterday I took a tour of my dorm. My tourguide had a diamond in her tooth. She was also wearing 80's stonewashed jean shorts with a drawstring. How is it that she was able to implant a diamond in her tooth but unable to buy some up-to-date apparel?