8.8.2011

• I'm fairly certain that one of my roommates smokes in the kitchen.  If I ever catch him in the act I'm going to Sparta kick him off the balcony, but rather than shouting, "This is Sparta!" I'm going to shout, "I have asthma!"  It will be epic. I'll write again from prison if my plan sees fruition. 
• I'm down to living off of gruel now, having run out of milk, quark, eggs, cheese, fruit, vegetables, meat, yogurt, cereal and bread.  I just don't want to spend any more money on something as mundane as groceries.  I'm going to need a multivitamin IV pumping some iron and B12 goodness into me as soon as I get back.
• Operation "Kick a Pigeon" is a go.  I am going to buy bread this weekend in Heidelberg and lure in some fine feathery friends.  Then I will plant my toe directly in their backside with wicked briskness.  Pictures to follow if it's a success.  If it fails no mention will ever be made again.
• Linking those two previous points- if I should accidentally kick a pigeon in such a way that it gives up the ghost, I will have to eat it for nutritional reasons.
• Today in class we did nothing but Umgangsprache.  That's the German word for slang or "street speak."  What little chance my language skills still had died.  I will never speak properly again, if I ever did to begin with.  I'm going street from now on.  Sorry, Anke.
• I have to admit that at the moment I'm a little more excited about everything that's going down back in the home territory than what's happening here in Germany.  My Provo contract just sold and I now have housing in Logan! I wanted to celebrate, but I think I'll do my Art History project with great somberness instead.
• I hate Macs.  Hate.  Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate.  I miss my computer.  I love my computer, broken though it may be.
• I can't concentrate on what I need to be doing with this page open, so I'm going to post this and close it.  Tschuess out, Leuts.