The days are passing by slowly but surely. It sucks that I had to come home early from my vacation but there's not much I can do about it now. I'm sure that if I had stayed in Munich it would've gotten a lot worse and I wouldn't have enjoyed my stay in Italy as much afterwards. Who knows if I would've even been able to make it. =( I definitely feel mountains better though. Thanks for the medicine, Schlaffschwanz. =)

Being sans the Plastiks is kinda lonely. I did, however, meet some girl named Helena in the Tagesraum today and had dinner with her and her friends. It was weird. I was just sitting there translating everything they were saying in my head. I couldn't really join in on the conversation because a. my German is REALLY bad and b. they were talking about dentistry, something I give a rat's ass about. They also didn't really invite me into their conversation either. Will called me and asked me if I wanted to listen to some metal LPs with him and Shawn so I took my brownies and hightailed it outta there.

I asked my neighbor from Spain if I could practice my Spanish with him since it had been such a long time since I had used it. Jesus H. Christ I SUCKED. I couldn't even remember simple words like "week" or "weather" or conjugate verbs. I could only think in German. Then when we were done talking, I was chatting with some girl in German and I answered her in Spanish. My brain is going fucking nuts. I'm surprised I can still speak English but even that's getting worse. I'm pretty sure if I heard Tagalog or Ilocano I wouldn't understand anything.

In other news, I ran into my neighbor in the kitchen and he was obviously really high but he was cooking like a ten course meal. Talk about munchies...