So I tried the whole "hold off until you get a chance to write in order all the things you've been meaning to write" thing. Doesn't work. So I've decided just to cut my losses, move on, and write about certain thoughts and experiences when I get to them. I've decided this is the only way I'll ever end up writing blogs, even though this out of chronological orderness is killing my perfectionism (obviously my perfectionistical tendencies have nothing to do with grammer or proper diction). At first I tried doing this whole 'slap a date on here until I can catch up thing' which didn't work at all. So now what I'll do is just write when I get the chance, and if it works out for me to write about something that happened further in the past, so be it. Maybe I'll slap a "Throwback to earlier this semester" note in the title, maybe not.
Anyways, Today was a long long Monday. I actually got to bed at a decent time last night and was able to wake up promptly at 7 this morning, giving myself an hour to get ready this morning. I was able to get online and make a few Skype calls before heading of to school. Now the people I called were totally sleeping (as opposed to partially sleeping. 1) 1-2 AM in TOTALLY sleeping. 2)See The Princess Bride for more details on the difference betwen partially and totally. AnywayS, it felt good to start the day rested and relaxed. I think I'm gonna do the same thing tonight. I have some homework which I'll attend to after this, and then turn in. Even WITH all this rest, German DRAGGED today. For me, learning new concepts or pushing myself to perfect my understanding of review concepts really helps pass the 3 hours of instruction we have each morning. This morning was one of those times where I had to pay attention but the subject wasn't factual/structural enough to hold my interest. I spent the classtime bored out of my mind. Litterally, the last 5 minutes were crawling so painfully that by the tail end 2 minutes of class, I told the people sitting next to me that I'd pass the time by attempting to hold my breath until 12. I succeeded in hoding it for the required minute 20 seconds left, but the far greater success was the passage of the last few minutes.
I spent the afternoon catching up on reading for Business Cultures, only to get to class and find out it was canceled due to a sick professor. I'd be bummed that I was needlessly at BrentanostraBe all day when I could be at home...goofing around on Facebook? Ok the end of that last sentence shows exactly why I am glad I didn't know about the class being canceled. I ended up reading for this week's class and for the class the week prior (I'm...behind). This leaves me with just 3 more weeks of reading to catch up in...in this one class...until next week's additional reading...ok that's depressing moving on.
Today Michaela, Tom, LB, Kenny and I went to Kaufland (like Wal-mart but ten times better because of Proverbs 27:7) today to pick up a few things. We were making our way through the expertly planned store (in the shape of a horseshoe, funneling all customers through the majority of the store) when I came upon the mustard section. In america, section equals some shelf space. In Germany, the mustard section would better be described as a 'Mustard Shrine'. I knew their mustard is equivelant to our ketchup, but this blew anything we have out of the water. This was an entire aisle's shelf display to at least 40 different brands of mustard. Organic mustard, grey, yellow, sharp, mild, etc. I pointed it out to the others and Michaela had a conniption. After drawing the attention of some more frumpy Germans with her exclamations(your everpresent 65 year old lady standard model), she explained that she'd been looking all over for this. I dunno how you can miss a such a golden shrine as this one (yeah, I did just make a pun, that's right), but I went ahead and decided to be glad for her. The odd thing was she was so grateful for my pointing it out to her that she gave me a big hug. We pondered over it later that that was the first and only time that we'd ever hugged. We pondered later over the fact that our only hug was over a condiment, and whether that was A)frickin sweet, or B)really pathetic. Jurie's still out.
At Kaufland I only had 75 cents with me but borrowed 10 Euro from Tom. When it came time to check out I told LB and Michaela (Tom and Kenny had already had enough of woman shopping speed, and consequently left) that Iit was a big deal for me to be checking out with possibly not enough money for all my purchases, since it's always been an anxiety of mine to be shortchanged and embarassed at the checkout counter. We all took guesses of how much my total would be, and Michaela guessed 10.43. LB did our best to pull the strategic yet douchesque Price is Right move by trapping her into a 5 cent window, me getting open ended up and LB getting open ended down. My exact bill...10.43
Michaela would have walked out the glowing victor. Subjunctiive because she soon after had to pay for her own groceries and tipped her change purse, scattering 1 cent and 2 cent pieces all over the floor in all directions in the middle of the checkoutline at the front of a long line of scowling Germans. :-)
are there 100 cents in a euro?
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