I got a mean message from Trier this morning. They said that their 'geduld war am ende' and that they needed my Kaution pronto. I knew this would happen, I've been afraid for some time that my unpromptness would bite me in the rear. So, tomorrow, I rush out and find Heather and figure out a way to pay my Kaution. Why don't I know how? I can't remember where to deposit the money! ARGH. Scary. So I'll run out and do it tomorrow since apparently their "geduld ist am ende' and that's sort of scary wording. They've already contacted Hamline but Hamline people can be understanding. What are they going to do about it? Cry?
I can't sleep now, all I can think about is getting my Kaution in. ARGH.
Monday, December 1, 2008
I Know...
It's been a month or so and I feel obligated to post again since I know some people actually read this. Here's what's happened in the last month or so (incoherant as it is):
1. Latvian Snowman!
Amanda and I, along with the help of our Latvian friends Didzis, Andris and Inessa, went out during the first snow fall and made a snowwoman, complete with boobs, and slid down the hill on plastic bags. We made snow angels but Didzis kept falling on my head since he's so tall and we wrote our names in snow. That was Latvian Snow Night.
2. Latvian Party Night
Amanda and I, along with Didzis, Andris, Inessa, Lasma, and Jay from Latvia went out to a house party where I drank a liquid I thought was wine but was rum and I ended up throwing up all over the floor. No one saw me, so that was wonderful. Me and the Latvians minus Andris went out to Lucky's Luke (a German typo) and had a drink of delicious banana juice before heading home. I also did up Didzis' face with white face paint and black eyeliner so he looked like The Crow and I drunkenly drew The Joker's makeup on my face. Strangely, the people in the club took to it and men started hitting on Didzis.
3. Birthday Weekend
For my birthday Nick and Nick from the Air Force base bought me drinks, took me out to their apartment and we ate Spaghetii-os and played Guitar Hero. It was the most amazing night ever. We even got to play with a puppy. Unfortunately, the puppy was covered in poo. It was still a nice night. On the way home, Romain and I saw a giant, wild pig and started screaming.
And that's been Trier so far! 22 more days until I come home for Christmas!
1. Latvian Snowman!
Amanda and I, along with the help of our Latvian friends Didzis, Andris and Inessa, went out during the first snow fall and made a snowwoman, complete with boobs, and slid down the hill on plastic bags. We made snow angels but Didzis kept falling on my head since he's so tall and we wrote our names in snow. That was Latvian Snow Night.
2. Latvian Party Night
Amanda and I, along with Didzis, Andris, Inessa, Lasma, and Jay from Latvia went out to a house party where I drank a liquid I thought was wine but was rum and I ended up throwing up all over the floor. No one saw me, so that was wonderful. Me and the Latvians minus Andris went out to Lucky's Luke (a German typo) and had a drink of delicious banana juice before heading home. I also did up Didzis' face with white face paint and black eyeliner so he looked like The Crow and I drunkenly drew The Joker's makeup on my face. Strangely, the people in the club took to it and men started hitting on Didzis.
3. Birthday Weekend
For my birthday Nick and Nick from the Air Force base bought me drinks, took me out to their apartment and we ate Spaghetii-os and played Guitar Hero. It was the most amazing night ever. We even got to play with a puppy. Unfortunately, the puppy was covered in poo. It was still a nice night. On the way home, Romain and I saw a giant, wild pig and started screaming.
And that's been Trier so far! 22 more days until I come home for Christmas!
Monday, November 10, 2008
THE REALLY SCARY NIGHT
I hate my room. It is 7 in the morning and I have not slept at all due to the fact that it was windy and things kept knocking my window and causing all of Tarforst to lurch in creepy, creepy ways. I have class all day starting at 10 am and I have hardly slept all weekend. Right now there's this weird tapping on my window and at one point I laid my head down and my body immediately became paralyzed and my head felt really fuzzy. I was terrified. I thought I was being possessed or something so I sat there, paralyzed and terrified with the lights on, unable to do anything, until I forced my hand to move. WTF? Am I going insane? This room is creepy and weird and I don't like strange sounds while I sleep. I've had the light on all night and now that people are waking up there are more creepy, weirdo sounds. UNHAPPY.
Monday, October 27, 2008
The HouseFucker
The Hausmeister of Tarforst cannot smile or laugh. His ancient face would break.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst does not have children at home because when they were birthed they flew away on leathery wings.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst is made of slime and scales and mutilated puppy dog tails.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst hates happiness. It angers him.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst crawled from the depths of another dimension, if you stare directly into his eyes you can see the deep, emptiness of Zero.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst was born at the age of 65 from someone's mutilated penis and sea foam.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst cannot eat sugar, anything sweet with rot his miserable head.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst is mostly cyborg. He had his feeling removed many eons ago.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst once got drunk and tried to beat his wife, but he fell down the stairs instead. That's why his head is so soft.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst wears those flannet long sleeve shirts because his torso is burned from the sun. He cannot stand the sun.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst causes the constant rain in Trier. He wants to spread despair and disease in his miserable wake.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst will one day die and when his tainted spirit reaches it's destination he will topple the dark master of that realm. From his black throne he will lash together a machine of bone and blood and, fueled by his hatred of college students, this fear engine will bore a hole between this one and that one. When it begins we will hear the sound of children screaming - as if from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As he slips through the widening maw in his new form the Trier will catch only a moment of his radiance before it is incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down his face, his dark work will begin.
He will open one of his six mouths and sing the song that ends the Earth.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst does not have children at home because when they were birthed they flew away on leathery wings.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst is made of slime and scales and mutilated puppy dog tails.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst hates happiness. It angers him.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst crawled from the depths of another dimension, if you stare directly into his eyes you can see the deep, emptiness of Zero.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst was born at the age of 65 from someone's mutilated penis and sea foam.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst cannot eat sugar, anything sweet with rot his miserable head.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst is mostly cyborg. He had his feeling removed many eons ago.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst once got drunk and tried to beat his wife, but he fell down the stairs instead. That's why his head is so soft.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst wears those flannet long sleeve shirts because his torso is burned from the sun. He cannot stand the sun.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst causes the constant rain in Trier. He wants to spread despair and disease in his miserable wake.
The Hausmeister of Tarforst will one day die and when his tainted spirit reaches it's destination he will topple the dark master of that realm. From his black throne he will lash together a machine of bone and blood and, fueled by his hatred of college students, this fear engine will bore a hole between this one and that one. When it begins we will hear the sound of children screaming - as if from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As he slips through the widening maw in his new form the Trier will catch only a moment of his radiance before it is incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down his face, his dark work will begin.
He will open one of his six mouths and sing the song that ends the Earth.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
WHAT?!
WHAT?
Things are getting stranger and stranger here. I went for a two hour walk to find the Visa office and started out in good spirits. As I went, though, I started to get a stuffy head and my throat started to clog. I got sicker and sicker with each step and I had no choice but to continue on to the Visa place where I met a man who spoke like a Nazi and I got my Passport all updated and stuff.
So, I began to walk home, back to the Porta Nigra where I could catch the bus but I was feeling absolutely miserable. Half an hour later when I finally got into my room I collapsed on the bed in tears, completely confused as to how I had gotten a fever.
The next 24 hours in bed were harrowing. I couldn't get up to make myself food so I didn't eat for a whole day, I couldn't get myself water so I just sat in bed and had nightmares all through the night, waking up every two hours or so. It was the most miserable night I've ever had. But here's the funny part:
For the last two weeks or so I've had a big, loose taste bud in the center of my tongue. It was HUGE and it moved around, like it was going to fall off. I didn't think much of it all night but after 24 hours of total suffering I looked in the mirror to find it was big, loose, purple and infected. I touched it and it fell right off. Throat pain cleared and headache started to fade. I had been in misery because my TASTE BUD was infected. How does this happen? I'm beginning to think that certain unique things only happen to me.
Things are getting stranger and stranger here. I went for a two hour walk to find the Visa office and started out in good spirits. As I went, though, I started to get a stuffy head and my throat started to clog. I got sicker and sicker with each step and I had no choice but to continue on to the Visa place where I met a man who spoke like a Nazi and I got my Passport all updated and stuff.
So, I began to walk home, back to the Porta Nigra where I could catch the bus but I was feeling absolutely miserable. Half an hour later when I finally got into my room I collapsed on the bed in tears, completely confused as to how I had gotten a fever.
The next 24 hours in bed were harrowing. I couldn't get up to make myself food so I didn't eat for a whole day, I couldn't get myself water so I just sat in bed and had nightmares all through the night, waking up every two hours or so. It was the most miserable night I've ever had. But here's the funny part:
For the last two weeks or so I've had a big, loose taste bud in the center of my tongue. It was HUGE and it moved around, like it was going to fall off. I didn't think much of it all night but after 24 hours of total suffering I looked in the mirror to find it was big, loose, purple and infected. I touched it and it fell right off. Throat pain cleared and headache started to fade. I had been in misery because my TASTE BUD was infected. How does this happen? I'm beginning to think that certain unique things only happen to me.
Double Post!
I just can't stop failing. Within a few hours of getting my door open I left with Matt and Heather to go into town and finally buy a cell phone. The phone was only 15 Euro and came with 5 Euros worth of minute already on it but alas, as I reached into my pocket I realized something so tragic it should not even be believed.
I had forgotten my key again.
Locked out now for the third time in two days I desperately ran back to campus with Heather and she boosted me up to my window which was, sadly, closed. I was out of options. It was the weekend.
So, we all gathered in Amanda's room and got our drink on with four bottles of wine and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Danielle from Ireland came over since she was sick and Amanda made her some chicken soup. Then there was me and Amanda and Heather and Didzis and Andris from Latvia came by. Selver and Bueket from Turkey came later and we drank heartily and started up a dance party in the room before heading out to Zapotex's for a post-test celebration.
So, I've got nowhere to go. I don't really want to sleep on Amanda's floor and I don't really want to have to bug Matt again but once I get to Zapotex's the wine hits me and I pass out in the bathroom for about half an hour. Then I rant to some Japanese students in German for twenty minutes (I think they really liked me) and I sat outside for an undetermined amount of time, zoning out and I got the phone number of this cool British guy. Said British guy I knew before hand and it was just a friendly number exchanging but it was a little jarring to look in my phone, see him number, and then not remember having exchanged numbers with anyone. Ah, wine drunk.
I ended up being walked to the bus stop by all of above mentioned friends who were planning on salsa dancing (I was in no condition to even brush my own teeth at this point) and I somehow got on the bus and made my way to Heather's bed where I crashed. Heather woke me up a few hours later by crawling into bed next to me and we slept until around 11 when I called the Hausmeister and gave up 15 Euros to get my room unlocked. Man, money is going fast.
I had forgotten my key again.
Locked out now for the third time in two days I desperately ran back to campus with Heather and she boosted me up to my window which was, sadly, closed. I was out of options. It was the weekend.
So, we all gathered in Amanda's room and got our drink on with four bottles of wine and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Danielle from Ireland came over since she was sick and Amanda made her some chicken soup. Then there was me and Amanda and Heather and Didzis and Andris from Latvia came by. Selver and Bueket from Turkey came later and we drank heartily and started up a dance party in the room before heading out to Zapotex's for a post-test celebration.
So, I've got nowhere to go. I don't really want to sleep on Amanda's floor and I don't really want to have to bug Matt again but once I get to Zapotex's the wine hits me and I pass out in the bathroom for about half an hour. Then I rant to some Japanese students in German for twenty minutes (I think they really liked me) and I sat outside for an undetermined amount of time, zoning out and I got the phone number of this cool British guy. Said British guy I knew before hand and it was just a friendly number exchanging but it was a little jarring to look in my phone, see him number, and then not remember having exchanged numbers with anyone. Ah, wine drunk.
I ended up being walked to the bus stop by all of above mentioned friends who were planning on salsa dancing (I was in no condition to even brush my own teeth at this point) and I somehow got on the bus and made my way to Heather's bed where I crashed. Heather woke me up a few hours later by crawling into bed next to me and we slept until around 11 when I called the Hausmeister and gave up 15 Euros to get my room unlocked. Man, money is going fast.
Friday, October 17, 2008
THE LOCK OUT
Alright. So, my continued Failures of Germany series; yesterday I locked myself out of my room. Twice. Sort of. This is how it went:
I woke up at 9 and stumbled out of my room to class. Class was fine and dandy, it was the last day, we had sang songs and all that jazz, but as I was walking back to my room I realized: MY KEY IS STILL ON THE TABLE. AND THE DOOR AUTOMATICALLY LOCKS.
I ran straight to the Hausmeister who was NOT there (he's never there when you need him) and then sat in Amanda's room, depressed for some time. Only later when the Hausmeister happened to walk by and open my door did I realize my folly. I went to reach for my key and it wasn't in the room either! Where could it be?
I slowly reached into my pocket and my heart froze as I pulled out....my key. I got laughed at a lot, then, but I was in my room and all was good.
Fast forward to later when I'm sitting in my room with my spankin' new guitar and Amanda calls my name. I grab my stuffed dog and cigarettes and walk into the hall and....BAM the fucking door slams shut on me. LOCKED OUT AGAIN. I screamed a long, loud, 'FUUUUUUUUUUUCK' and then walked around the entire campus looking for someone to help me. In a tank top. With no shoes. In the rain. All over the whole campus. I had Chadwin in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and I was limping from the effort since there are cobblestones everywhere and they HURT.
No one would light my cigarette since I looked like a crazy person, I suppose, and they walked on the other side of the sidewalk from me so I laughed at them to make them uncomfortable. Selver found me then and went to go get our tutors but she disappeared under the bridge and I stood there, yelling her name and looking really messed up. I waddled back to the dorm and was sad.
So, what's a girl to do? I realized I had a few choices:
1. Sleep on Amanda's floor
2. Sleep on Heather's floor
3. Sleep in Matt's bed with a down comfortor
I made this very hard choice and called up Matt. Then, after watching Ferngully in slightly improved spirits I borrowed a jacket, some shoes, and some money for the bus from Amanda and made my way into the city. It's about a twenty minute bus ride and then a twenty minute walk to Cusanushaus where Matt lives so I made the trek in the dark of the night, scared half to fucking death. After I got there he bought me a beer and we just hung out before crashing. For some reason I drool a lot in Matt's bed, I don't know why that is since I don't drool much in my own bed. Maybe I'm just reaaaaly comfortable in the down comfortor.
Funny story, though, since sometime after we fell asleep Matt, while sleeping mind you, very huskily said, 'ooooh yeah, that's right' and I was suddenly very awake. I started laughing at him but he didn't wake up so I just made fun of him in the morning. He told me he must have been heartily agreeing with someone in his dream. Sure.
So, that was my lock-out story. Matt and I got up at 7 in time for the test, the test went well, and the Hausmeister unlocked my door after being a huge ass. Amanda started laughing at him and he yelled at her in German to 'not laugh! it's not funny!!!' and we laughed harder. He hates us now.
So, don't get locked out in Germany. You'll have to sleep with boys and take long walks.
I woke up at 9 and stumbled out of my room to class. Class was fine and dandy, it was the last day, we had sang songs and all that jazz, but as I was walking back to my room I realized: MY KEY IS STILL ON THE TABLE. AND THE DOOR AUTOMATICALLY LOCKS.
I ran straight to the Hausmeister who was NOT there (he's never there when you need him) and then sat in Amanda's room, depressed for some time. Only later when the Hausmeister happened to walk by and open my door did I realize my folly. I went to reach for my key and it wasn't in the room either! Where could it be?
I slowly reached into my pocket and my heart froze as I pulled out....my key. I got laughed at a lot, then, but I was in my room and all was good.
Fast forward to later when I'm sitting in my room with my spankin' new guitar and Amanda calls my name. I grab my stuffed dog and cigarettes and walk into the hall and....BAM the fucking door slams shut on me. LOCKED OUT AGAIN. I screamed a long, loud, 'FUUUUUUUUUUUCK' and then walked around the entire campus looking for someone to help me. In a tank top. With no shoes. In the rain. All over the whole campus. I had Chadwin in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and I was limping from the effort since there are cobblestones everywhere and they HURT.
No one would light my cigarette since I looked like a crazy person, I suppose, and they walked on the other side of the sidewalk from me so I laughed at them to make them uncomfortable. Selver found me then and went to go get our tutors but she disappeared under the bridge and I stood there, yelling her name and looking really messed up. I waddled back to the dorm and was sad.
So, what's a girl to do? I realized I had a few choices:
1. Sleep on Amanda's floor
2. Sleep on Heather's floor
3. Sleep in Matt's bed with a down comfortor
I made this very hard choice and called up Matt. Then, after watching Ferngully in slightly improved spirits I borrowed a jacket, some shoes, and some money for the bus from Amanda and made my way into the city. It's about a twenty minute bus ride and then a twenty minute walk to Cusanushaus where Matt lives so I made the trek in the dark of the night, scared half to fucking death. After I got there he bought me a beer and we just hung out before crashing. For some reason I drool a lot in Matt's bed, I don't know why that is since I don't drool much in my own bed. Maybe I'm just reaaaaly comfortable in the down comfortor.
Funny story, though, since sometime after we fell asleep Matt, while sleeping mind you, very huskily said, 'ooooh yeah, that's right' and I was suddenly very awake. I started laughing at him but he didn't wake up so I just made fun of him in the morning. He told me he must have been heartily agreeing with someone in his dream. Sure.
So, that was my lock-out story. Matt and I got up at 7 in time for the test, the test went well, and the Hausmeister unlocked my door after being a huge ass. Amanda started laughing at him and he yelled at her in German to 'not laugh! it's not funny!!!' and we laughed harder. He hates us now.
So, don't get locked out in Germany. You'll have to sleep with boys and take long walks.
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