Back from Prague. Definitely one of my favorite cities. I've said that about other cities but I genuinely mean it. Here are some cities that rank at the bottom for me- Zürich, Zinal in Switzerland and Paris. Salzburg was okay... Anyway, everything in Prague was walking distance so we got our fair share of sightseeing. My favorite part was the Charles Bridge like everyone else who has visited Prague. The city is incredibly romantic so I'm glad I went with Amos. =)

As much as I'd love to gush about Prague, I have other pressing matters on my mind.

You know how in the beginning of the relationship you wanna make yourself seem like Miss/Mr. Universe. Brains, beauty, talent, the whole lot. Accomplishing this said image might sometimes entail telling white lies. When we first met, Amos told me he played drums. I also have a drum background. I played for the drum corps in high school. First place two out of the three times I competed, baby. Anyway, I decided to take it up a notch. I told him I was in a band called Mosquito Cleavage and that we were discovered practicing in a friend's garage. We were signed immediately and are currently in the process of putting out an album. Production is, however, on hiatus due to many of the members studying abroad, including yours truly. We were also supposed to tour with the Rolling Stones but once again, due to scheduling conflicts, we were forced to take a raincheck.

Because we live in such a great dormitory, there's a music room complete with a drum set. Amos had been wanting to play but it had always slipped his mind. Today it was the ONLY thing on his mind. He even went to the bank to take out money for the 25€ deposit. He says, "I can't wait to play drums with you! I wanna see what you got." Totally unbeknownst to him, I got nothing. Well, aside from military beats which can be completed with one snare leaving the bass, toms, and cymbals feeling totally left out. So I had to fess up and tell him that Mick Jagger was in fact not knocking on my door begging for Mosquito Cleavage to do at least one leg of the tour with them.

Instead of being mad at me for making up such grandiose lies, he accuses me of being scared to play. I mean, if the guy wants to hear the beginning of Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes, I'm all for it. (For those of you who don't know the beginning, Meg just beats the bass repeatedly) Other than that, my drumming skills are right up there with decoupage and shark hunting.

Moral of the story- don't include celebrities in your white lies.

Here is what happens when you are bored before a final... You talk to Smarterchild.

3:49:47 PM smarterchild: Get in Shape Now - Take it outside with BootCamp SF Outdoor exercise program in SF (sponsorship)
3:49:53 PM ooohjanellecita: are you calling me fat?
3:49:53 PM smarterchild: I think I might be calling you fat, yeah.
3:49:56 PM ooohjanellecita: why?
3:49:57 PM smarterchild: Eh, cause that's the way it is.

I can't even catch a break with a bot.

I'm a fucking emotional trainwreck right now. Monday will mark Jorge's one year death anniversary. My mom told me about the prayer she was having at our house but it hadn't hit me until today. He died two weeks before I left for Germany. I don't think it's been as much of a reality for me as it has been for my mom even though I was at the funeral and everything. When I go back home, will I expect him to be around? Oh Jorge, I will make sure to visit Bay Meadows before I go back to Davis. I'm sure you're doing well, wherever you are.

I don't know how many of you know Dane Cook, the comedian, but his mom died recently and this was posted on his website. It's kind of a long read but it made me a little teary-eyed.

On July 3rd my mother passed away. She had been fighting cancer for some time.
My mothers name was Donna Cook. She had an amazing laugh. Loved to make other people laugh, although shy, and she so deeply enjoyed watching all of her children go on to make something of themselves. A kind, honest woman who could also be tough and determined. She was my champion.
Mom loved coming out to my shows. Starting out in Boston she would come out to the clubs or Chinese restaurants that had comedy nights and sit in the back eating and enjoying the show. Sometimes she would actually heckle me! One time she yelled out because I forgot what I was saying after being distracted. Trying to help she shouted out and a guy "shushed" her. I had to say to him please don't tell my mom to shut-up she can yell out whatever she wants.
But her favorite thing to do was watch all of you watch me. After shows she would give me play by play driving home on who laughed and how they laughed. She would act out how people would hit each other and wipe their eyes cause they were crying from laughing so hard. I was as entertained watching her recap for me as you were watching me do my act.
She so enjoyed when I would read fan mail to her. I would call her or sit with her and read wonderful letters from around the world. People discovering me and my passion for performing. I find myself reading fan emails out loud the last week so she can hear them too.
Her words of wisdom stay with me and always have over my career. She watched this past year with pride and wonder. Sometimes people ask me how the hell I've done so much and I think a part of me was wanting to show her everything I promised I would achieve. She saw it all. She watched my hbo VICIOUS CIRCLE footage and was proud. My promise to my mom 16 years ago was to someday do my very own HBO special because my family and I used to watch young comedians specials and stuff on there and just got a kick out of cracking up together and quoting our favorite comedians. She also got to see early footage of my first leading role in a film Employee of the Month and, again, was just so happy to see I was doing what I love.
My mother said the words that I read and remember everyday in my office. I was feeling down and unsure a few years back. She confidently said, "You embrace that which defines you, Dane." Like her and my dad raised me I lived the life of a comedian. I was true to my voice. I have never gotten bitter or resentful when I had nothing or no opportunities. I didn't let it go to my head when I got something or made a little money. Didn't lie or step on toes to get to where I desired and didn't steal one word or try to emulate another persons persona. I have been true to myself, my family and my fans.
But more than anyone I honored my mothers wishes. To never stop no matter what anyone said or did to me. Because the only thing that matters is living in the truth and doing what you love.
Okay so this post isn't funny but it is important. Do me a favor. Laugh today. Listen to a CD that gets you going and just fucking laugh for a few. It is how I'd like my fans to honor the person who deserves the most applause my mother Donna Cook.
I love you and miss you mom, but I know you told me after you were gone you'd have the best seat in the house.

Almost done with the semester. I have one final on Monday which I'm not too worried about since it's all subjective and I have a pretty good command of the subject (labor and globalization). I'm just worried that my grammar will be really shitty but hopefully the professor will cut me a little slack.

I received two of my grades already. So far, I have a 3.5. Obviously, that means I got an A and a B. It's a B+ actually. I'm a little bummed about the B+ because I was two points away from a lousy A-. The class is worth 5.5 units so it'll do some slight damage to my GPA.

I have to be out of my room a week from this Monday. I started packing my winter clothes and throwing away stuff. I'm torn about a couple of things. Like clothes I bought here that I didn't really wear that much. I also have all these souvenirs and I know I'll buy more stuff in Prague. Blahhhh... We'll see how much room I have. Vivian is leaving on Sunday. Man, that's crazy. I still can't believe it will be almost a year since I left San Francisco and set foot on the Frankfurt airport. I'm ready to go home.

Yesterday we made BBQ chicken quesadillas due to my HUMONGOUS craving. I needed liquid smoke but of course I couldn't find it. I also couldn't find Monterey Jack cheese so I didn't follow the recipe I looked up at all. Tortillas were 3 euros for eight. WHAT THE FUCK?! You can get like 50 for $2 in the U.S.! A travesty, I tell ya. So I decided to get all Martha Stewart-y and made my own damn flour tortillas. I was impressed with myself, I'm not gonna lie. They tasted pretty damn good. Maybe that's just because I don't remember what real quesadillas taste like. =/

Oh, how I'm gonna miss our cooking adventures.

WARNING: VERY cheesy post

So yesterday I celebrated my 21 years on planet Earth. It was quite the fun-filled day. Thanks everyone for the IM, Facebook, MySpace and Ecard birthday wishes. It's nice to know that you guys remember even though I'm a some odd 9,000 miles away. Very heartwarming. =)

The greatest contributor to making my coming of legal age day extra special is Amos. He's been amazingly wonderful and has made me feel disgustingly spoiled. I'm so lucky to have this German giant as my boyfriend. Thanks so much for buying our trip to Prague, the Bonsai tree that I've been looking at online for the longest time, the hula hoop that I've been eyeing at Toys R Us, dinner @ Rathskeller, after dinner with the wine and Billie Holiday and the constant love and affection. ;o) You know me so well and even though we don't speak the same native language, we can still finish each other's sentences. The fact that you still have something in store absolutely floors me.

I really don't know what it's gonna be like when I'm in California and he isn't. Not waking up next to him, not spooning with him after a long day, not going to the grocery store together, him not yelling at me to finish my drink, not witnessing his flip out sessions, so many things. Oh Amos, never in a million years would I have thought that the quiet guy on Cindy's floor would have a such a significant meaning in my life. <3

Our baby, Benicio

my camera's batteries died so we had to take pictures back at home. =/

World Cup final- Germany vs. France. HOLLER.

Germany vs. Argentina was one of the most nerve-(w)racking games I had ever seen. Apparently, nerve-wracking and nerve-racking are both standard but I can't pick one. =/ I actually watched it at a place where there weren't that many people so it wasn't too crazy. I had anticipated golf claps but it was more exciting than that. lol Afterwards I met up with Amos and his friends and kinda watched the Italy vs. Ukraine game. We were too busy getting tanked. =P I had never seen Kristian so trashed in my life. It was quite entertaining. =)

Me and Dennis' official bff picture

Sarah and Kristian

The game ended at 7:30pm and we didn't get home til 3:30am. Craaaaaazy! But this was actually the first time I had celebrated one of Germany's victories so it was well warranted.

p.s. I only quoted when Harry Met Sally because I had just seen it. No, I haven't turned into a hopeless romantic but I'll admit, that I understand a lot of that mushy crap better now. haha

When Harry Met Sally is one of my favorite movies.

Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.