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You gotta love the world when an octogenarian couple drives by at the speed Car Wash in a Trabbi, complete with fluffy pink handcuffs dangling from the rearveiw mirror.

In other news, today I went to the bank by myself. (this is not the news. this is the news:) The cashier like, totally understood. me! Yay! /incoherency. I was worried that since I speak German like a retarded toddler who's just taken a few hits (on the head, of course) she wouldn't understand me. And also because I have a thinck American accent, I'm sure. And also because I tend to put verbs ) where-ever I feel like putting them. BUT the world is still okay. Rly.
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I had a kind of wtf day.

First: w00t for my boxy box, which I finally managed to convince the post office to relinquish. Ranch flavored Pringles! We have Pringles here, but not ranch ones, because...we don't have ranch. T^T Le sad.

And that's what I'm happiest about in the box. No, not really, I have a freaking digital camera too! Yes!

Perfect timing for my trip to Hungary. I'm not dead for a week, guys, just in Budapest. So Diskarrteslaind is not allowed to launch a nuclear attack on Somnamblia while I am away, you hear me? Dryoma, Bayunok, and the Empire of Magnus the First will protect me! So there. =P

But getting my box was wtf-y because of the postal workers, again. I really don't even want to get into it, it was that wtf.

Second: While on the bus home from MY LAST DEUTSCH COURSE (excuse me while I laugh in triumph: hahahahah) there were some rowdy teenagers in the back. They were just generally being jerks, playing loud music, putting their hands and feet everywhere, and other Disorderly Ungerman Things. After about fifteen minutes of this extreme annoyance to every other passenger, the bus driver makes the usual stop at the market and orders the kids to come to the front of the bus, where she chews them out. She said a lot of things in a very calm tone of voice, and then she said, "If you're going to act like animals, you can walk home."

And she kicked them off the bus.


That was cool but also wtf.

Third: While walking home frmo the bus stop, I ran into a man. Now, so you know, it is dark except for streetlights and mildly raining. I ran into a man who stopped me to talk. No, I wasn't scared for my life or maidenhead or anything; that's not what was wtf.

Out of the blue this man asked me if I was going home, and he made this point specifically, to sleep. At first I was all wtf and thought I had misunderstood, so I told him my German wasn't so good. He said: >>Gehst du nach Hause....*mimes sleeping* zum Schlaft?<< I was just like.....Yes, yes I am. And then he asked me if I was here on vacation. I lied and said yes because it was easier.

Random tangent: Germany will do that to you. Either you will become a very honest person, or a very good liar, because they try to trap you. They say things like: Did you do [this] today? when they know it's not possible. z.B., did you go to French club after school (I know it was canceled let's see what he'll say huhuhu). Why do they do this? Are they just distrustful of people in general? Is it an adult-to-teenager thing? Is it only me? Because, ha, I haven't been caught out yet (mainly because I haven't been lying, but still).

So. Ähem....where was I? Oh yes. The wtf man. Then he's all like, That's cool, how long for? and then without waiting for an answer he pointed to the house behind him and said he lived there. Then he shook my hand firmly, said Tschüß, and walked off.

Did I mention he was standing in the rain? I'm thinking that maybe he thought he recognized me in the dim light and then realized his mistake but was too polite to brush me off. Seriously, though, am I alone in thinking that'a little wtf? Maybe I'm the crazy one. *sigh*

That's all, folks.
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I talked to Mom last night about the certain level of 'let it go' you need while in another country in life. You can't always ask 'Why' because sometimes there isn't an answer. Because I didn't get a satisfactory one, this is me reason for post deposits... )

I have so much other stuff I should be doing, but here I am. On eljay. Eljay sucks my soooouuul.

In other news, this company from Great Britain called White Horse put on a play at our school today. In English, yay. It was called Relatively Speaking, and if you can find a script for it, please do so, it's hysterical.
kindigo: (onoz)
Just clocking in for everyone who may be watching the news, if it's on your US stations- I'm staying inside for the 'hurricane', and I'm not once of the (so far) two dead. Yay me?
kindigo: (holehead)
German punctuality is one of those things--"you'll learn it if it kills you". Well, I'm learning it, and it's killing me dead anyway.

See, whereas in the States, "meet me at 7" has the context of "and I might show up five minutes early, in which case I will wait around for a reasonable time until you show up, or maybe I will be five or ten or even fifteen minutes late, depending on traffic, life, and other Acts of God, in which case I will expect you to still be there when I get there".....

...In Germany the unspoken context is "I will pull up at precisely 6.59, and will pull away at 7.01, whether you are in the car or not".

Must be a result of being to close to all those clocks in Switzerland. The enormous mass of pocket watches and grandfather clocks and table clocks and wristwatches and cuckoo clocks (which have leaked over the border and into Schwarzwald) must create a black hole of ticktocking, only instead of time slowing down after passing the event horizon it becomes imcreasingly more precise.

Getting left behind hasn't happened to me yet, thankfully, but I'm sure it's only a matter of...time. Like a bomb waiting to explode. In my face.

As a side note, my host mother totally won this round- I consented to drink this fruity beverage before I realised it was alcoholic and couldn't renege cos of the polite. You know. Argh. I let my guard down cos she stopped spiking my other drinks, probably in anticipation for eggnog and cider. Shit, scheiße, and merde for good measure.
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Ticket to Germany: $2,000.

Calling your sister from Germany while she's in Meijer: 0,02€/Minuten

Reading out a drabble over her Supertron 'squee's: 1572 words.

Getting your sister to say 'fuck' eight times in front of small impressionable children: Priceless.

There are somethings money can't buy. For everthing else, there's Meijer.

Anyway, for all of you still in the States: Happy Thanksgiving. For all of you /not/ in the States: REALLY HAPPY THANKSGIVING. YOU ROCK.

Also, to Frau Schubert, my English teacher here in Deutschland: YOU ROCK HARDER. Thanks for calling me to wish me a happy Thanksgiving ♥
kindigo: (ak)
There is a special circle of hell reserved for the people who won't share a bus seat so that other people are forced to wait for the next bus because there's "no room." I like to think they get a little taste of it now, when I gave them my Vengeance Glare for entire rest of the bus ride and made them really uncomfortable. That's right, I'm looking at you.

Also stupid people are getting on my nerves Re: my Deutsch class. They're all adults, but I still had forgotten what a non-advanced level class felt like.
I'll give you some examples:
'Die ist ganz SHÖN, oder?''Ich finde die heir (fill in blank) SCHÖNER.'
'Heute ist es WARM. Aber morgen soll es (fill in blank) WÄRMER.'

(You don't even have to know the words to get what's going on, do you? No. But Najet reads the next example. Incorrectly.)

'Mein Auto ist SCHNELL. Aber das Auto ist (fill in blank)......(five minute pause while she thinks)... Neues.'

WTF Najet. Did your mom put your head in an airtight box when you were a child? I know you're enjoying your adulthood, but NOW is NOT THE TIME to be thinking out of the box, because the teacher will spend the next fifteen minutes of my time explaining the exercise. Again.
I'm sorry, is this legitimate confusion on her part? Or am I justified? I'd like to mention that Najet is the one who sniggers loudly whenever Tung (China) tries to read aloud, but Najet's pronunciation is no better at all! Argh. head--->desk.

As a side note, none of you prompted me yesterday. T^T So YOU HAVE ONLY YOURSELVES TO BLAME FOR THIS .

Also, I ended up illustrating two of my posts...well one isn't posted yet. But my point is a question....a picture's worth a thousand words, right? *edges toward NaNo with shifty eyes*
kindigo: (hungry German)
Definitely the worst bit of culture shock so far was walking into the Deutsch McDonald's.

I'm never going to go into an American Mickey D's again without throwing a fit at the lack of Schokobällchen. *sulks*
kindigo: (Crowley)
I would like to say that vacations ("eff holidays, I take vacations!") from school during October are great. I feel like I'm doing something wrong, though XD.

Who's doing NaNoWriMo, and where are you doing it?

Also Hilde, I want to rp what happens next, live again plz. Are you ever online when not at work? *exasperated* Less sleep more Jade and December! *snaps imperiously*

In other news, Boozy I fixed my comments page, it's actually brilliant now. Instead of the writeybit and then scrooooll way down to the comments, the comment box replaces the eljaybit. *insanely proud*

But I can't figure how to get the eLJay comment link to link to the reply mode for the newest post over here (right now it just leads to my eLJay front page. Which I need a new one, seeing as I can't see my icons and it bothers me ;_; I luuuurve my icons.) Anyway, shutting up now. If you (or anyone) has any ideas on the link-to-eljay-in-comment-mode, let me know.

That is all. *wanders upstairs to watch Monsters, Inc. in Deutsch*
kindigo: (todolist)
Rotary Orientation Meeting! )

Yeah, Little Berlin. If you have any questions about the German-German border...Well that's what comments are for!

The Inbounds: ) I remember Lili Bikini. And I suppose that's the point of Rotary Youth Exchange.

Also, to the Latina who did that 'exchange a look with my latina chicas and then sing 'American Idiot' at me: If you're trying to insult me for being an American, don't do it by singing a song in English by an American band while wearing American Eagle. Because you just look stupid and I laugh at you. kthxbai.

Mää tahtoo veivaa veivaa. Mää tahtoo, VEIVAA! (I like to move it move it in the original Finnish!)
kindigo: (*gasp*)
From [ profile] thalo_ryder's post, I was linked to this website: - Bioengineered Buddies!!

I left this comment:


Thank God this is a gag. Live creatures that are packaged in plastic and set on store shelves? And the restraints??!

"Genpets™ have limited mobility. Like dolls, puppies or human babies, they must be looked after and cared for. Upon waking from its dormant state the Genpet™ will immediately bond or imprint to your child."

wtf. Here, buy a baby that we made- but it has animal genes, to it's okay to treat it like a pet. wtf? And their personalities are color-coded!

It's sad to think that though this is fake, there are companies like Allerca which are already selling bioengineered pets.

Sure, it's great that now people like Ame can own a cat, but then where does it stop? This is a very slippery slope, A Very Slippery Slope.

Ugh. I'm linking to this in my eljay.

And it is sad to me that most people's reactions to this is disgust...and then a compulsion to buy it. What the hell is wrong with you people?

Yes, yes it is a horrifying idea. At least to me. And yes, according to Adam Brandjes, he gets a positive reaction from teens and resellers. Ugh. He says it better than I do.

But I know that I'm not your typical Millenial teen,- and my opinion hardly is the norm. So tell me what you think of this satire in art, and don't be afraid to say you'd buy one!


Let's celebrate walls coming down. Let's celebrate the breaking down of hatred. Let's celebrate the reunion of family, of country, of freedom. Let's celebrate wheat bread and the ability to say what you think without....disappearing. Let's celebrate the end of conflict and the beginning of a new journey to find the Philosopher's Stone. Let's celebrate October 3!
kindigo: (meh)
OMG, [ profile] tosatisfyme, this one's for you.

I was in church this morning for Dankfest or some such, but seriously, it was all I could do not to crack up laughing because it was exactly like that Rowan Atkinson skit. The Hallelu----ja-luuuu-ja....luuuuuujaaaaa well you know what I'm talking about. Up, down, what's going on. Only in German.

My cheek is still sore from biting it so hard.

In other news, my skin is burning with bee poison. Maybe you don't know that the Schmeidgens are honey farmers. Well, they are. And Jürgen sees his Honig the way that guy from My Big Fat Greek Wedding saw Windex. So yes, I put honey in my coffee, spread it on my bread, eat a spoonful of this incredibly stong-tasting honey+something-else 'medicine' when I'm sick, and so yes, right now all my scars are burning from bee poison. Because there's this cream and I didn't run away fast enough.
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So, I was sitting in a field yesterday for four hours. It was relaxing.

I thought I'd mention that in gym, they played this game kind of ike prisonball (or Feldball, their second version) only everyone was split into couples, one guy and one girl. And the guys pretty much played the game, because they weren't out if they were hit.

No, the guys were only out if their female counterparts were hit. So the girls mainly hid behind their men.

I was all set to rant how this taught the kids that guys must protect girls and girls are mens' weakness, and they switched.

It actually looked fun. And teaches you teamwork and to guard your weakness.
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I've never seen mist so thick. And because of the landscape, not only does it look like if you stray too far from the road you'll fall off the edge of the world and be lost forever, but you really can. Fall off, I mean. Sudden cliffs were never a danger in Silent Hill! IT never taught me how to handle this! Zombies, yes (die messily); cliffs, no (also die messily)!!! Thanks for nothing, Silent Hill!!

Yesterday was (besides International Talk Like A Pirate Day) a Day Out With Class 10b. We all went to the Kino, and saw 'Das Parfum' (English title 'Perfume', I think).

It is an English-made movie (starring Ben Whishaw, Dustin Hoffman, Rachel Hurd-Wood and Alan Rickman), based off a German book. And let me tell you it is very German.

It's about this guy who has like this supersensitive nose, because he is born without an aroma of his own. At one point he meets this girl who has an amazing scent, and accidentally kills her. He becomes obsessed with reproducing her smell, so he becomes a perfumist. And then starts killing girls to try to reproduce this beautiful smell. Then he gets caught.

Cut for Spoilers )

Avoid the Spoiler. )
I had an interesting moment when I mentioned Riley- Sandra asked me if he was my boyfriend, and without thinking I said, 'Ne, he's gay.' Unique silence settled around like the morning mist, there. XD
They all seem surprised that, yes I consider myself a Protestant Christian, yes, my best friend is Catholic, no I don't care, yes my other best friend is gay, no it doesn't bother me, and to top it all off he's a Wiccan and I don't care about that either, and did you know I have a gay communist Buddhist friend as well? What do you think of that, eh? Some of my friends are completely atheists! *shock* and *alarm*, you say...? Good ol' USA.

SO ladies and gents, did you enjoy International Talk Like A Pirate Day?? YOU DIDN'T CELEBRATE IT??? Bei Stoertebeckers Bart, über die Planke schicken!

You Leichtmatrosen, you don't even know to avoid the Klabautermann! (As you can see, I celebrated like a good German pirate. And everyone asked me why I 'spoke' in plattdeutsch (Hamburg accent. XD)

Also I thought I'd note that today I can report a successful Malfoy sighting! (yey.)

And in closing, good bye, Godspeed und immer eine steife Brise!

*wanders off singing* Ich hebb mol en Hamburger Feermaster sehn Tomyhoooooday, tomyhoooooday, de Masten so schiep as dem Schiffer sein Bein Tomyhoooooday hodayhoooooh...
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Sunday was a bright day, yesterday... )

In other news, this Monday morning I lurked at the fick door longer than was probably smart hoping for a third sighting of Draco Malfoy. (No show. *pouts*)

I need to figure out a camera, and quickly.

No deadline on the challenge, but I would like to know who's working on it. So far, Korin, Anya, and....???

EDIT 19:57: Kailun, Anya, Skuld, and...
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Since we briefly covered US History in English I've had the 'We The People' Schoolhouse Rock Song partially stuck in my head. (Head, meet desk. Hard.)

More in the Stairs Escapade )

Also fall is here, rather suddenly like in Thumbelina. Also like in Monty Python & the Holy Grail, particularly the bit where the guy under the tree gets conked in the head.

As a side note, baking makes one dirty (yes, and even though I know what kind of people will be reading this post, I leave that statement as it stands. XDD)

Because the German custom is to eat everything on the plate, I have these three steps for surviving gross bits:

1) Try everything on the plate first, so you can save the best for last to cover up the gross stuff.

2) chew in the side of the mouth, and swallow quickly, allowing the food to touch the tongue as little as possible.

3) Brot. Weiß Brot und Wasser. Oooh yeah. Together they can disguise almost anything.

'Good Job! You're a Clean Plater!' Yeah, thx for nothing, Herr Flinstone.

In other news, if I thought talking politics in English was hard... )

One last funny but insignificant trivia: Juliana and her sister-in-law are/were extras in the movie Liebe in September. Wow, the whole family gathering was watching the movie quietly, and then suddenly an outburst like fußball fans at a score every time one of them came on the screen. The back of Juliana's head is famous.

Okay I lied, more trivia: the same way that a sneeze in Japan (or your ears burning in English) means someone's talking about you, hiccups mean your mother is thinking about you. Mom, seriously, cut it out.
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Okay so I was all set that I hate public transportation. It's smelly, hot, crowded, and little kids are worse plague carriers than rats.

Then today I fell into the hottest man in Germany. If Billie Joe Armstrong and Elijah Wood had a kid it would be this man.

I ♥ public transportation.

*goes off to look up stalking laws in Germany*
kindigo: (karma)
Okay, so I've mentioned before to various people that my school is on a cliff, and there's quite a lot of very steep stairs on the way. This is not my point. My point is that on these stairs is a door, and on this door is spraypaintee graffiti, among which are the words 'bastard', 'allez'
...and 'fic'. Now, Kailun, you silly silly girl, because of all your fan-emphasis-on-FIC jokes now I can't pass this door without giggling madly which means I can't breathe for the last two sets of stairs and the hill. You CRAZY. STOP POISONING MY MIND. ALL MY NEW FRIENDS WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT HOW CRAZY I AM ALREADY. THEY KEEP GIVING ME WEIRD LOOKS NOW AND IT'S YOUR FAULT. Burn in whatever level of hell is lower than the one you're in now. Though I can't imaging it'd be much hotter than Taiwan in summer. buuuuurn.

(If I were in ER I would use my 'You're uglier than Voldemort (oh burn)' icon. I think you'd like it actually. It's teh pritty.)
kindigo: (onoz)
'The Amusing Conversation Re: English Words In German.'
Cut for Crude Language. (Promising start.) )

An annoying German custom is that, upon entering a room full of people, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM must recieve a handshake and greeting before you can sit down. What the hell. *hides*

There's a passage in Pterry describing noon in Ankh-Morprok- the particular quality of many, many churches, all with their own version of 12:00, ringing the hour. Something similar occurs here (only without Old Tom's great tolling silences, unfortunately.) It's lie that, until only one solemm bell is tolling out the hour, five minutes after the first started. And they're supposed to be accurate clockmakers around here. Maybe we're too far from Switzerland. You can't really imagine the cacophony involved in four or five little town church belss bouncing throught the mountains, and I can't see why you would want to. Thankfully it only seems to happen on Saturdays (search me. No clue).

In other news, I saw a girl with a HanaKimi bag at school. YES!! There are otaku in the building! Now I just have to track her down again (she's not in my class) and hope she understands Gesticulate.

I would have much to say on the subject of assigned seating and the Sun. In. My. Eyes. However Aaaargh pretty much sums it up.

Also: AP Lit-ers, you won't believe what's in my Deutsche book: "Der Tod des Handlungsreisenden." For those of you who don't spreche die Muttersprache, I was flipping through when suddenly I saw

WILLY springt zurück, schreit: Ha! Howard! Howard! Howard!
HOWARD: Was ist los?
WILLY: Stellen Sie das ab! Stellen Sie das ab!
HOWARD: Hören Sie, Willy...
WILLY: Ich brauch 'n Kaffee. Ich brauch 'n Kaffee.

Luckily it's only an excerpt, because as much as I liked the play and as much as the movie amused me, I don't want to go through it again! (There is also 'Romeo and Julia' in the book. lolz.)

I am amazed at the deutsche kids. We were supposed to be looking at this one website in class, and-- now, I know for some of you this may be hard to hear, if you're a sensitive person you may not want to read such a horrible thing, and I know it will be hard to believe but it's true, true I tell you-- they all actually were. No extraneous windows at all. No, really, it's true. And the worst, nay, the most frightening thing of all is that the oppressive aura of this proper-and-rule-abiding country has its own morphogenic field affecting me so that verily, neither did I.

Don't judge me. I am not grotesque! Please try to overcome your horror, okay? (Actually it was more because I was afraid the teacher was monitoring my screen with his mad Vulcan Mind-Meld™ Brainwashing technique Big-Brother-esque connection program Of Doom.

You will be assimilated. Resistance is useless.

*runs from the Borg*
kindigo: (like ninja)
Okay, so I'm related to Kate Winslet and Kirsten Dunst.

Not really. I just figured out who Beata reminds me of. She looks vaguely like Kirsten Dunst. And yesterday at this family gathering-type thing, Nikole looks like Kate Winslet or however you spell her name.

So the family gathering thing was to 'celebrate' little Paul going to school. Here in the Erzgebirge area it's almost ceremonial, the presentation of the zuckertüte. It's like, 'Here, we're celebrating relegating you to the command of a group of old stickers running a place where you will be for eight hours every day without a twitch, for twelve more years---but here, have a giant inverted cone of candy almost bigger than you are.' Consolation prize. We need this tradition. I am afraid of groups of small children singing in German--the stuff of nightmares. The only language better for droning than German is Latin.

And I will never be the same again. I've been spoiled on deutsch cakes, lamb, and beef.

Today we went to a parade for the region (saw a castle on the way). It was fun, standing under the umbrella and watching all these cool costumes go by. I wish I had a camera or my sketchpad with me. (It's an amusing sight, seeing a girl decked out in traditional deutsch costume, multicolored emo hair and a nosering. Like seeing a girl in a kimono on a cellphone.)

School tomorrow. Ugh. Wish me luck!

PS. Thalo, email me that picture bitte. The one I colored on your PC? Danke!

PPS. Sara, thanks for sending me the tornado that saved me from the kracken. Is it the food here that's been giving me weird dreams, or have I always been this weird and just never noticed?
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