Friday, August 1, 2008

WTF Amanda speaks German?!?!?!

I actually thought of you, Salena, when Hercules came on. OF COURSE I watched that. 10,000 BC was so bad I turned it off after ten minutes. Okay, maybe more. 20 minutes, tops.

Germany has finally gotten interesting. We took an exam to place us in groups and I got the retard group. My friend there, Miller, only wrote his name on the test. Interesting thing, Miller is from St.Thomas and lives in DinkyTown. He leaves for Afghanistan (he's in the army) in three weeks and doesn't speak any German. We're gunna go get tattoos next week. :O You'd be very surprised that I hang out with him because he's pretty different from my usual group, but he's bmy Trier buddy and he's out drinking with Roman, the French guy, and David, the German one. Roman is so French it hurts; we went out to dinner and at the end he started talking up FOUR German ladies. Thex invited him to their table and he drank their wine, it was ridiculous. Whatta playa. Ladies, they're suckers for the french. Also, German is very pleasing in a French accent, it's cute.

So, things I've done: no awkward mistakes yet but they could be on the way. Miller intends to tell David that I fancy him and this could lead to me cracking heads. :P The International students all went out to dinner last night and then to a bar in the Judengasse called Styxx (with two 'x's). That was pretty cool. Best part is, we went with our tutors. Hamline would never allow something like that but we all went and got smashed and Roman sang a French drinking song and Amanda and I sang 'Livin on a Prayer'.

I was not so optimistic at first since things sort of sucked, being alone a lot, and I spent the better part of my days in my room, reading Margaret Atwood and listening to The Decemberists. Emo is no longer in my vocabulary since I'm less into Emo now than turn of the century fashion and history. Europe changes you, dude. Amanda would say differently; she'd tell you I was cutting myself in the fountains and crying at night but that's just because she's giving me shit. :O

So far I've met some cool people. Özga from Turkey is really nice, and so are the Japanese students, all whose names I know but can't spell properly so I won't try. Miller is cool, we talk about the stuff we miss (he hates Chipotle?! WTF) and Roman, the French guy, Regina, the Russian girl, and this girl from Poland are all really nice. The girl from Poland looks exactly like Jeanine from Switzerland, our senior year. It's crazy.

My German is much better now and I can hold whole conversations and understand a huge amount. I bought Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami in German which is called, 'Tanz mit dem Schlafsman' or, Dance with the Sleepman. I'm pretty excited, aparently Murakami is really popular in Russia. I feel worldly now.

There are really no words for describing being in another country every moment and then waking up and knowing you're there for the long haul. Instead of being there for vacation and skipping through the language, you have to be familiar with all the roads and the buses and the people and the places. It's insane, I still don't know the way to Gebäude AB for sure, I walk around in the direction and hope to run into a sign. Also, German is in my every waking though. I think in German, I translate English songs in my head without trying, it's like a tiny dictionary in my head that's always open. The Japanese students call me the Otaku, too, since I mentioned some things about anime. I don't know whether to be proud or incredibly embaressed.

It's hot here but I finally bought a fan. My body cries daily and I've probably lost a lot of weight already from just not eating. I have no appetite and I only eat when I'm hungry. I've also never walked so much in my damn life; my feet are hardened and permanently black. When I get out of the shower my footprints are black with dirt.

So, Germany is alright. I haven't talked to Christopher yet but I intend to get his email adresse soon. Everyone should come visit me. Beck, when can you come? We'll do amaying things here, you'll fucking love it. It's a very 'precious' country.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I've been listening to so much Radio Rey (La Ley!) lately that I'm starting to translate all the lyrics into English automatically. Which isn't hard because every other word is either 'heart' or 'dream'.