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Recently had baked brie in cranberry sauce with all of that in a pastry. Yeah, we rock at cooking. I received two blank email today at work. This is the equivilant of someone asking for help but not telling you what they need or why they need it. This is why I stopped updating... I've nothing to say. Going to start watching the Boondocks for the first time. End

So, I have been getting a little bit more bored at the new job (IT Tech Support for UK). I have learned to post on twitter and facebook via command line. I think LJ is a fitting end to this foray. Nonetheless, this post is mostly a test. Hope everyone's doing well.

So, last Friday was the first time Virginia could really party hearty in quite the while. Did we do it to it? Why yes we did! In fact, Virginia did it to it harder than all of us. So hard, in fact, that at one point, while we were all in a Rite Aid, she decided it was not her place. I saw her leave, assuming she was ill, and thought she would find a comfy curb/pillar combo; those are my favorite I'm-too-ill-for-this-shit sitting spots. Lo and behold, she was actually sitting a pile of lawn chairs that were for sale, at the very top, so that her feet were at my chest.

This is why we're getting married.

So I was examining some honeydew melons for a work party. As you may know, one method of testing a melon's ripeness is to smell the ends and see how sweet the odor is. While testing melons, a homeless man entered Kroger, looked at me immediately and yelled, "Boy! Get yo' face out a'that brown-eye."
I found this too funny to get angry. I chose two melons that day.

So, about a week after my car was hit by a hit and run driver, someone stole my bike seat. I didn't bother fixing it until it got warmer again and I could start parking it inside. Yesterday, in fact, I went to the bike shop next to us, spent $80 in part and labor since the entire assembly was taken, and proceeded to go to the bank. Upon exiting the bank, I saw a man fall of his bike. Then another man came running to help the other back up, which quelled my initial instincts to help this fallen biking comrade. When I arrived at my bike, I noticed a distinct lack of seat again. "Motherfuckers!" I thought until I noticed the man still struggling to get up happen to fall because he was fleeing in hurry. But from what?
Upon further investigation I noticed the very post from my brand new seat sticking out of his grocery bag and immediately  pounced onto my bike, with no seat, and the chase began. Unfortunately it also ended very quickly. He had already crossed the street and I, being stuck at the intersection because of traffic, could only watch as he rode away with my bike seat.

I'm pissed.

First off, I got into my very first one sided yelling match last night. I was pounding out some pork for dinner and I assume my neighbor took offense? He began yelling, which is not that abnormal, but proceeded to go outside just yell at me a little more. I am not entirely sure why. He then proceeded to bang on my floor, his ceiling, to which I responded by beating my rolling pin against said floor just to be a bitch. He, again, went out side and began yelling at me. I also heard shit getting thrown around. Eventually he stopped.

After lunch, I noticed that my bike seat was stolen and my bike was kicked around.

I have no idea if these events are related, but coupled with the hit and run driver, by transportational life is somewhat in the gutter.

That man, by the way, is over fifty I'm pretty sure.

Indeed.

-_-

What do you suppose my chances are they'll find the person?

He'll tighten the girth

From webhosts

A superb work find.

So, VA and I recently tried all the wedding foods. De-fucking-list! The following is the menu:
Sausage stuffed mushrooms
Spanakopita (feta and spinach)
Fruit bouquet
Prosciutto and melon balls
California rolls
Little sandwiches with either roast beef, benedictine spread, or goldenrod jam
Cakes include:
Plain boring white with raspberry filling
Coconut with lime filling
Pistachio with apricot filling
Dark chocolate with strawberry mouse filling

Eat it, bitches!

So, my job has forced me to update as a means of staying awake. As it stands, I will only be up in Louisville for a single day -_- Sorry folks. I will however plan future trips once my car is in proper working order... if it ever gets that way. I recently found a crazy financial website that is most certainly amazing for me. Um... I've been getting things for the holidays ready... and I've been running out of things to type about.

Apparently working full time makes your life duller -_-

Virginia just finished her semester. 21 hours is a lot and I am frankly tired of doing so much housework in her absence; okay, so maybe I embellish a tiny bit, but it will be nice to have her around more often. My Peace Corps application is only wait for two essays from me and a single letter of recommendation from being complete. Virginia's has been complete for a while; I'm holding us up -_-.

Also, here's a list of proposed grad schools:
Berkley
Stanford
University of Arizona (Tuscon)
University of Michigan (Amherst)
MIT

Fuck y'all, I'm out.

So, the past week was a bit hellish, even for me. Virginia's schedule was pretty much 'work work work.' Oh, and 'fastfood because you can't manage to do dishes and clean and learn perl...' Thank God, or at least time, because now that's over. Oh, yes, I am currently learning perl. If I keep writing, this post will become more and more disjointed, so here I stop.

Disregard

Virginia insisted I make that the subject line of this post.

In other news, I am still alive. I'm trying to make a better effort to be more active on the livejournal, but it is difficult. VA and I are picking grad schools and finishing our Peace Corps applications. I'm corresponding more regularly with James too, and it's most happy-making. You should also know how dearly I miss all you Louisville kids. I should be up soon, if nothing else, for the holidays.

Oh, Virginia and I are officially engaged. Beware.

VA's mom is bridezilla. Beware.

You are all invited. Beware (namely on the sixth of June at 7:30 in the evening)!

Make it so!

Okay, that may be a lie. There isn't much happening in my world. I'm slightly closer to graduating, having perhaps the greatest bureaucratic feat of my life behind me, and am sadly getting ready to start paying loans while waiting on enthusiasm for filling out all the bills and applications I need to.

On a different note, I realised today how easily I could be layed off as my employment is technically temporary in status. Boo... 

Just hanging out, waiting on some lights to warm up. Have I mentioned I have a conference tomorrow? Also UK's bureaucracy is infinite I'm 90% sure.
Meanwhile, spore has not ceased to be amazing.

Wow, so it has been a while, but I finally have enough time and a stable internet connection to finally update. As you most likely know, I've been apartment hopping the past few months. After returning from Germany, I lived with my mother for a month. It was a bit awkward as you can imagine, but I managed. Interestingly, I was not planning on being able to escape so soon (after the first month) but in the two most productive hours of my life I landed a room and a job. I moved out a couple days later.
For the next month I lived with Cody (Swanson, if you know him), where I spent most of the month in peace to my surprise. The place was dirty, I can't lie, and despite all the mouse shit and piles of dishes, I can't really complain about the people I lived with or the place for that matter. My real issues arose in my last week there.
I returned one evening to find white boy chilling behind the house talking on his cellphone. He wasn't very remarkable aside from a typical white-boy-fro and a tight-smiled greeting. Rounding the corners I came to my porch on the opposite side from where I saw the boy to find another man flagging me down across the street.
"Hey man! Hey dude!" After coming nearer he continued lifting his shirt, "Hey man, I'm just a black man; ain't got no knife, no gun, just need a dollar or a dollar fifty. You have any money you can spare?"
"No, sorry, I don't carry money anymore," I replied, not lying.
"Can you ask any of your neighbors or friends or somethin'?"
"No, sorry, I just moved in less than a month ago and am moving out next week. I haven't had the chance to meet anyone I live near yet."
"Alright man, that's cool," and so he proceeded around the house to said fro-ish boy. Unfortunately my night was not quite finished being so mundane. Two pistol shots rang out and I heard the same black man yelling, "I don't wanna die, man, I don't wanna die!" Puzzled from this, I went to the window to hear what was happening only to hear fro-ish white boy saying:
"... yeah, I just fired a couple warning shots..."
He went on to babble some more useless information about what just happened to whomever was on the other end, and the cops never came. I wanted to call them, personally, but my phone had recently enjoyed a douse of water and was irreparable and none of my roommates were at the apt. I couldn't believe that a stupid suburban white boy was so scared by a black man announcing his lack of armaments that he needed to fire "warning shots" regardless of the conditions  illegality.
Of course, the next night I awoke around one in the morning to a few more pistol shots, followed roughly ten minutes later with "Drop the gun! Get on the ground!" Perhaps an overly broad generalization on my part, but cops seem sure to act on white on white crime, but not on white on black crime... very strange.
So I moved in with a German and Chinese friend the next month, which although without gunfire, was a bit stranger. Tina, the German, and I always ended up in absurdly long discussions beginning and ending where no one dared venture intentionally, through which, although, I didn't discover and amazing and hilarious antic of Germans. Upon discussing our mutual dissatisfaction with Israel's handling of almost all their foreign affairs and namely those dealing with the Palestinians, I head Tina explain to me at least five time about how she wasn't anti-Semitic. It never dawned on me, but I can imagine it being difficult to critique Israel when your country... [blah blah blah].
Andy, the supposedly closeted Chinese cousin of a Chinese friend, was almost never to be seen. The only evidence of his existence being the shifting bowls of moldy fruit and long twice-daily showers, our relationship never progressed beyond the hello-goodbye-howareyou phase. Luckily for me, I had plans, finally, for the next month.
With July came a beautiful happening. Virginia and I finally moved in together. It only took us [almost] five years! ^_^ Let's face it, in the Bible Belt, most people, us not being excluded, are willing to bend over backwards to ensure ignorance for their parents. We have been enjoying a wonderful three weeks of reacquainting ourselves, properly, with our friends and having many nights of long discussions and other things that make lovers lovers and non-lovers grossed out. Despite her returning to La Grange for three weeks, I am happy to have spent as much time with her as I could. She does tend to hinder my productivity, however.... ^_^
As for my job, I now work in a library photographing old newspapers, prepping old newspapers for photographing, and processing old photographed newspapers. It's a decent temporary job and should allow me to survive nicely before VA and I enter the Peace Corps. Sadly, she's going to need a while to graduate.
Also, by means of a graduation present, I am now typing to you on one of these.
Unfortunately, there is still plenty more to tell you, dear sparse readers, however I am very tired.
Good day, sir; I said 'good day!'

So, I have not died, or been maimed, or anything terrible. I am still alive. Things are very busy at the moment. I have spent the last month settling into a new place, only to pick up and move again next week. I've been working full time between two part time jobs for a while, and today started a full time position that will hopefully last until Virginia graduates and we go to the peace corps. I had a bit of a money crisis; experienced the whole double take at the online statement, etc., but things are moving along now with work and the fact that I finally got my 350 euro deposit on my apt in Germany. That was an exciting find today. These next two weeks are going to be a mess. I've finally started looking at apts again, permanent ones, aka the kind I don't move out of after a single month. Virginia comes in this Sunday. Kelly gets hitched on Saturday. I'm going up to Louisville on Friday. Sometime over the weekend I'm going to have to see my dad and my grandparents. In between all that I have to move, clean, yell at Germans, and so on.
I did go camping over the weekend and that was most enjoyable. We went to a friend's place whose father has 160 acres of mostly woodland. We saw a coyote, but heard many more. We also packed so much food, cooked it all, and somehow gained weight while 'roughing it.'

Lastly, ye Louisvillians going to Kelly's wedding, help me plan! When is everyone planning on going? How are you going to get there? Can I carpool with ya'll? These are all important life questions and you should answer them post haste.

It's strange. I know I hated on Heidelberg a lot, but I can honestly say it's pretty pimp in comparison to the suburbs of Lexington. I look outside, see perfectly square houses, corners, and cars, mailboxes orderly put together for everyone's convenience... It's actually quite boring. Hopefully, assuming a job comes quickly, I can get apt downtown soon in the college slums again. If nothing else, my shitty car is still running. I'm finally thinking of selling it, too. I can probably get two grand for it. The thing's only four years younger than I am. Oh well, enough return-home culture shock.
The flight was interesting. As mentioned, I had to give up my apt the day before my flight left, and as such I had no where to stay. No one was in town so I decided to decided to spend the night in the airport. This was also due to the fact that if I did stay in Heidelberg I would have had to get up by three in the morning just to get to Frankfurt on time. I couldn't check my bags in when I got there, so I found myself a 'schnitzel-sandwich' and a corner and made a home for the evening. It was snug. A homeless guy pestered me and the neighbor, but all turned out well.
Security was terrifying going into the US. Everyone was briefly interrogated as to the process through which their bags were packed. No other country does this. No other country sets up an embassy in peace time and blocks off the entire street with military. The British have military on their embassies, but you can still cross the street. The Uzbek embassy shutdown their sidewalk. The US embassy has fucking roadblocks and barbed wire. Why are we so afraid and of what? Terrorists? Rival economies? Different ideas? The notoriously violent German youth (sarcasm)?
The flight was ten hours long. I was between a military guy from Fort Knox and a older woman with an annoying husband. He was fat to the point of not being able to eat on his tray because his belly was too big for it to fully lay down. lulz. Oh America... Upon arriving in Dallas, I accidentally ordered a 22 oz beer and a sandwich, and boarded the next flight to Cincinnati. My mother picked me up from there.
So, in total, 39 hours underway to get back to Lexington. I started at 2 pm Central European Time, and got back at about midnight Eastern. Now, I have finished breakfast and am sipping tea. Life is almost back to 'normal.'

I'm at 8 1/2 pages.
I'm at 8 1/2 pages!
I woke up two days ago with only a couple. Now I can almost start concluding. I haven't even begun the intro!
This is a relief. I was reasonably certain for a while that I would never finish this paper. For the first time in my life, bureaucracy seems easier than academia; although, now I mention it, they're kind of the exact same things. Very strange!
I have to get started cleaning things up in the apt before I go visit my old host-family. After seeing them I should be heading out to see Virginia one last time before she comes back.
I will go ahead and admit, that I spent most of last week partying, in stead of writing this blasted paper. I did so in honor of many people before me, who celebrated absolutely nothing, but delighted in meeting friends on the street and buy too much beer. Also, Johannes had a birthday. I need no more excuses.
Tomorrow some snowman is coming to look at my apt. He's almost signed the agreement from Studentwerk, but wants to make sure he's not getting ripped off. I don't blame him. I do think he's a creep for messaging me on StudiVZ and somehow figuring out who I was when my address wasn't even posted. What a creep.
Here, a lol.
A different kind of lol
but a lol nonetheless. Not to mention the French; they have a dance. It's called the techtonic. A much more nasal lol, if I do say.
::Edit::
Forgot to mention, the techtonic kids remind of the really skinny uninterested children you see, who are forced to pick up martial arts. Anyone else reminded of this?

Wow! Forgive the delay. I had no intention of keeping you all waiting but I have been busy. About three weeks ago today I arrived in Caen, Normandy, to visit the dear Virginia, where we engaged in many lovy-dovy-make-readers-vomit kind of things. I stayed there ten days and then returned to Heidelberg for two. After that I caught a trip to Berlin, where I visited an old Friend, Gela, and got a night tour of the entire (cold) city. It was wonderful. I stayed there two nights, and then traveled to meet my lover again with her friends in Amsterdam. Yes, we did engage there in a medley of incredibly illicit activities. I highly recommend it. Apparently, smuggling out of Amsterdam is super easy, too. Wish I had known that earlier...
Also, two papers down, one to go. Thank God!

There is as brief a synopsis I can must. I have only slept two hour. Good night.

So, Valentine's day is tomorrow and Virginia's birthday is two days after. As per usual, February is an expensive month for me. Since I can't get to France until Friday, I decided it would be best to try a bring a wine or something with Virginia's Valentine's gift. My roommate Sebastian also recently suggested an organic wine he had found and enjoyed. I, having wanted to try organic wine for a little over a year now, decided to test it before deciding on whether or not to bring to VA. BAD CALL. Sebastian must have an dull palate and a stomach of iron. Needless to say, I'm not taking that wine with me to France.

In other news, I'm a mixture of relieved and worried that I can't get a hold of my prof. I wanted to turn in two term papers tomorrow, but since he's not answering, I have no other course of action but to assume he's in Poland already. I guess we'll have to interact solely through email, which means I don't have to rush to get everything done so soon... a much welcomed change.

Pretty much kids, that's what's been going on sadly. I've been toiling away at these papers for a while and am now going to spend a delightful break in France with my lover. Go ahead, be jealous. I certainly would be.

This is the question asked by about six dentists I saw today, who were all working for about four hours to fix a broken tooth, two chipped teeth, and two fractured teeth.

My chin met the curb... literally.

Am not going to say anything else.

So, for the most part I've been trying to motivate myself to write papers again. It's not working too well. I plan on getting on that hard tomorrow.
I have windows in a window in Linux again and it's fun; mostly as a result of the fact that I was finally able to activate a few features on the ipod.
Also, as I already mentioned, Anon is at war with Scientology, and it's getting creepy. In case it's already fixed, here's my screen of it.
Lastly, for all you social networkers out there, I found this today. It's called flock. It has a use. It's use entails social networking and massive image uplaod capability. Useful for facebook.

So, the last few weeks:

Virginia came to visit and it was the highlight of my entire time in Europe

My mother called me a three in the morning today to get my phonebook so she can all all you Louisville kids to come help her move. Beware, and be afraid. She might pay you though...

I have one of these now; woot!

School is rough all of a sudden. I have one month to type 45 pages of research paper in German and take three exams.

I've discovered that Tuettingen must be a cool place if so many cool people can come out of there, namely my roommate Daniel and his friends.

I just napped after eating a massive amount of ravioli. Life is good.

I feel bad as I don't think I can send the gifts I wanted to this year. It seems to cost a fortune to send things abroad. Boo.

That's it. I'm sure there's more, but for now, that's all you get.

I finally managed to swindle some poor soul to share their internet with me. Sadly, I didn't realize, that I wasn't the first. Myself and about six others are sharing this very very slow dsl connection over WLAN. I do believe I'm getting lightening fast downloads of around 33kbps. Point is, I have internet at home, sort of, and you all my finally be seeing a bit more of me.
I had a rough couple weeks. Classes were stressful, the kind of stressful where you read the completely wrong material for class and show up speechless, but I did get to see Virginia in France over a four day weekend. I must say, Virginia is wonderful, but the French are a much funnier bunch than I remember. Hurray for European sass.
Another stressful week of class thereafter now ends with me not going to Strasbourg as I am too tired from eating Spanish food, drinking wine, and getting in arguments with Americans over the green party until 2:30.
Also, I'm reasonably sure the military job didn't work out. I'm kind of relieved and saddened by it. A whole month of applying and only two positive responses. Hell, I'm pretty sure they even had a guy following me for about two weeks (Ami soldiers don't mix well into German crowds). I guess I'll just have to get the Aufenthaltserlaubnis and be legal after all.
How are you?

Hokay

Long time, no update

Things have been interesting to say the least. I managed to go to Würzburg on the fly last week. Shane is getting 'Europed out,' as he puts it, so I suggested that we go somewhere, granted still in Europe, just to get out of town for a day. There's a good chuck of south central Germany that we can travel to without having to pay a dime since we both have the 'semester-ticket.' We therefore sought out the largest city in that area, aside from Mannheim, and boarded a train for it. As with most German cities, Würzburg has a plethora of churches/cathedrals and a fortress. We visited these, got a little lost and stumbled upon the palace, found our way back, had a beer, ate Chinese food, and came back to Heidelberg. The train ride was only about two and a half hours. We also met a delightful Dana on the way there who entertained with conversation. Also, after leaving Shane at the girlfriend's, I made an epic attempt to get eggs before 22:00 as after that, everything would be closed until 8:00 or 10:00 on Monday morning, only to be thwarted by my roommate and his friend on their way to a party, beer in hand, mine included all of a sudden, and then I didn't get home until 6:00 on Sunday. I slept until 11 I believe.
Otherwise the week was the standard monotonous go to class, look for a job, do homework, etc. routine, although I did buy both my BahnCard 50 and a ticket to France to see Virginia this Friday. I'm excited!
Had a interview for a position as a cook for a sort of daycare/kindergarten on the local military installation. Sadly my schedule didn't work out for them. I only have 6 classes, which translates to like 12 hours, and they just happened to want me to come in during those times. $9.50/hr, too. Damn.
Oh a happier note, the Weihnachtsmarkt opened (the Christmas Market). It's a sort of outdoor market where everyone sells every kind of gift, and not mention all the warm spiced wine one can pay for, and if you're really feeling festive, you can buy with rum. That will be going on until just before Christmas. It's pretty cool.
I also finally came into contact with Gela, a friend from my first visit here, again. I can't wait to visit her in Berlin. From what I gathered, Berlin has a pretty pimp Weihnachtsmarkt, too. I'll have to let you know.
I also still have like 10 letters and postcards to write. I am not pleased. Be advised, you may receive one.
Now for a sampling of my written journal:
"Oh my God, can I do metric! ~750g of pasta (420g of sauce and ~330g of noodles) + 300ml of wine + 200g chocolate = oh my God does my stomach hurt!" I not sure which was the error here: the absurd amount of food or chocolate? The world may never know.
::Edit::
I have another interview lined up! We will keep appointed.

So, an update?

Not too terribly much has been occurring. I am overzealously excited about Virginia's arrival on Thursday. I'm leaving everything to our usual whimsing way of planning aside from the first day. I will not go into further detail, as she reads this journal and that would give away the surprise.

As creepy as this is going to sound, I'm going to start working for the military if they pay well enough. Apparently they have some sort of work for US civilians. I'm not necessarily attracted to the work, nor the pay, but rather to amount of bureaucracy it lifts. Getting a job with them entails me not having to go though the Aufenthalterlaubnis (like a Visa) process. I guess it really depends on how much they pay; when decent enough to support my desire to spend almost every weekend outside of Heidelberg, then I will accept this employment opportunity, and when not, well, we shall have to debate things then, yet again.

NOTE: Update; there are no opening by aafes, and thereby, I am stuck trying to get another job.

I also can't decide what I'll do if I get a job that pays enough to support me. Right now my impression of Heidelberg is pretty low, and I don't know if I'd want to live here an extra six months if I could afford it, but I also think it's a bit silly to study abroad for just a semester. Oh the quandaries. I'll probably just stick to the original plan; if the money is good, I'll stay, and if not, fuck it.

Also, I finally came up with the perfect analogy for Heidelberg. Studying in Heidelberg is sort what I imagine studying in Gatlinburg would be like if it had a university with a strong international student body. Lots of us foreigners (approx. 1/5 of the student population here), overpriced everything, and lots of English speaking, and Japanese for that matter. It's fun, but it gets old rather quickly. I enjoy the diverse crowd, but grow rather tired speaking English on a daily basis to either tourists, Americans/Brits, or random other foreign exchange kids who forget words in German and ask me them in English.

Now I'm off to get a bank account.

I'm enjoying myself, though.

Take care!

So, what's happening in David's life as of recent? oh my...

Well, to be frank, things have been going my way somewhat. My classes are
all turning out wonderfully interesting and gleefully easy. Two of my
classes only meet fourteen times total over six months. For grading, I have
three end of the semester tests and three papers, two of which have not been
discussed yet but the other is 15 pages long... in German.

Na ja, es geht.

I've had epic battles with FedEx as of recent. Apparently, German FedEx
workers don't understand how German addresses work. Basically, they kept
saying the address given by my mother was incorrect. 'Oh, snaps, better
correct that' methought, so I gave them my address in an email in addition
to calling them to let them know. At no point in time did anyone say I just
gave them the exact same address they already had. I didn't find out until
later when I received the package, a exercise in patience itself. When I
called a second time, they told me I should receive it on Monday:

"Sir, what time would be best for us to drop it off?"

"Well, how about ten in the morning?"

"Okay... sir, can you be at the address you gave us between 8 in the morning
and noon?"

"Uh, sure..." [note the confusion about how 10 = between 8 and 12]

Keep in mind, in the package is my ever so needed debit card with access to
the money I worked the past couple years and namely over the summer for. I
pretty much took $2000 (barely €1500 :-( ), and flew to Germany. After rent,
a security deposit, eatables, and various bureaucratic fees, and almost a
month later, I was sitting in my kitchen with €30 in my pocket on a Friday
and needed groceries while this woman told me they might get me my package
by Monday. Fun fun.

The FedEx guy showed up in a brown van, unmarked aside from a radioactive
symbol. The man is slightly balding with a nondescript brown jacket. He only
catches my attention since he walked into the Schlierbacher Schiff (my
Studentenwohnheim = student apartments or something rather similar to Greg
Page, but further from campus). He wandered into an area where I couldn't
see him. I began making tea since I had waited for this guy since eight and
it was already ten thirty. This unremarkable man walks to the first story
above ground (I live on the second), and after befuddledly looking around he
went straight to the third story. However this en route I noticed that he
had a FedEx envelope in his hand. I ran out side where he had already began
asking people where 'David King... 210-02-01-09-01' was. We met and I got
the package, but not before realizing that I forgot my key and had to wake
up Sebastian to let me in. Not to much to worry about though; his alarm had
been going off for a half hour of so.

Finally, there was food in this package, in the form of debit card! I
immediately went into the city where none of the ATMs took my card. This,
however, was my own bad math failure.

Now I have cookware and have been eating well for two whole days. I'm
incredibly impressed with what olive oil and onions can do for a fellow.

Oh, I also played poker (a €1/person pot) and lost all of my €1.

One last epic note: HOLY FUCKING SHIT, HECTOR, FROM CB, IS IN HEIDELBERG AND
HAS BEEN FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS!

Take note you Congress-Bundestag kids!

He and I are going to meet up sometime soon. Sadly, he seems much more into
school here than I am. I feel almost bad telling people I just wanted to
take an easy semester in Germany. Yes, Germans, your classes are pieces of
cake for the most part, even if you don't consider linguistics a science or
a valid field of study :-p

Also, if you would like to receive a postcard, or perhaps even a letter,
email my old spammable email address, it_self@hotmail.com with the address
and I'll reply with my own address in kind. Also, mention who you are,
especially if you've never email me before. ^_^

Tschao

Wow. I thank you all so much for all the love. I’m actually doing much better today. For a quick update:
I now have bed sheets
I reran the numbers and ‘technically’ have enough money to live without a job (although I’m still going to try and get one).
I’m completely matriculated for two semesters
Now I only have to worry about:
Registering with the city
Getting the computer running (as well as free internet from campus)
Figuring out where to wash my clothes
Getting into my classes
Thank you all so much, again, for all the love.

I forget how much I hate flying.
Point is, I'm in Germany. I got in yesterday around 3pm (9am EST) and am settling in. Haven't gotten my room yet, but should be getting that today.

Will update upon having more internets.

So, I have truly discovered what it means to be befuddled by the little things in life. Apparently, I require bedsheets, as previously discusses. Also, I can't describe the joy of, nor the jerry-rigging evolved in making the computer work without an adapter, listening to music in my room. Nor can I describe the joy of typing this with all my clothes hanging around me drying. If a picture could capture this image, I would take it.
I should also be getting the internet soon. Fuck that bloody 1.49 Euro an hour plan on Plöck. I distinctly heard someone saying "Oi wee wee, 1,49 pro Stunde, eh!" Yes, for those of you who didn't know, Germans are Canadians in linguistic disguise, and enjoy saying 'eh' after most things that do not require such rhetoric.
My weekend was nice. I went out drinking with the flatmate and we got to know one another a bit. Apparently, he and the other flatmate, who came in and left in my sleep the other night, are varying kinds of 'David' in other universes.
Daniel likes jazz and studies something in the liberal arts and is finishing up his studies in the next year or so. His girlfriend is in Romania right now, and he can't see her too much. In fact, last night Daniel ran out to use a telephone to call her as she finally found a landline she could receive calls on. He's tiny, well dressed, carries a finely trimmed beard, and is of Italian decent a few generations back.
Sebastian has long hair, plays guitar obnoxiously loud, not well, and sings through his amps, as well. Apparently once or twice, people across the tracks have come over to complain about how loud he is. He came in the other night, polished off a bottle of rum, smoked some cigarettes in the common room (not allowed by our lease), and left for Switzerland before I woke up. He studies physics.
I'm starting to like it here.
Also, if any of you know the cheapest way to travel, aside from hitchhiking, through Europe, namely to Caen, France, let me know. This getting more and more essential.

Oh! Before I forget, our ritualistic schedule update:

Die Dämonische Leinwand? Film, Gesellshaft, und Geschichte in der Weimarer Republik
The demonic screen? Film, society, and history in the Weimar Republic
Deutsche Grammatik
German Grammar (linguistics)
Sprachkontakt und Sprachpolitik
Language contact and politics
Die unkämpfte Erinnerung
The un-struggled memory (literature)
Das politische System Indiens
The political system of India

All my classes are on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I have five day weekends every week. Let hope I can use this for travel or work as much as possible.

How's that for an update?

Damn, Microsoft... M$ got owned by EU!

Also, time to update.
I went shooting Friday. I have never shot a gun in my life, so my manager though to start me on a K98k. It was very loud, but it's kick was managable. Also, I have uncanny aim, apparently.

Sunday I went to my Grandmother and Grandfather's 50th anniversary. It was rather run, although awkward, as most family functions are. My mother and I also moved about 60% of my worldly possessions into our basement in Louisville, which consisted of about 90% paper products (books, photos, notes...). I was rather shocked at this.

Also, why is coffee so wonderful?

And I must say it was a good one.
It began with being trained on software I will never use for an hour and a half. The second hour and a half consisted of Will and I discussing how were going to geek it out tonight with beer and Firefly. After warm partings with everyone, and invitation to use the software to make extra money via remote desktop, I stole three pies and went to lunch.
At my techy job, I spent the first two hours helping with surplus equipment and to re-image four Macs that have needed it for roughly a month. The second two hours playing Soul Caliber on the old Sega Dreamcast we found. I apparently own at that game now. ?
Well, I need to pack, we're moving things out of the apt tomorrow, and we'd like to get as much as we can out so it's not just sitting around with my mom and the cats.
I'm started to really get excited about going to Germany again.