||[Apr. 10th, 2002|06:41 pm]
A huge portion of the first hour and a half of class today was a few students fighting with the teacher over her teaching style. (they think she talks too fast and doesn't explain grammar well enough or something?) Personally, I think if they could fight for all that time in German, they're doing well enough. I can understand most everything, but can't speak worth shit, compared to the fighters. Anyway, one of the girls then started crying, and about 10 minutes later the break came.
I was absolutely pissed off that I wasted 90 minutes with that. Seems class is getting increasingly boring. One girl sits and plays with her hair the whole time. Maybe I understand why now. I started playing with the strings on the end of my sweatshirt.
Or maybe I'm more pissed off that Internet access is still so hard. I probably should be at home, working on that company thing I made.
Little things like seeing "Wash me" written in German on the back of a dirty car used to tickle me. Or listening to babies talk. But it's getting kinda old.
I need to find the damn basement too. Several pieces of paper I have say that there's a Waschraum im Keller, but I can't find the damn Keller, and I'm running out of clean clothes.
Must... stick... it... out. Things'll get better. I'll start learning something in class. I'll find a good net cafe, or repair Michael's lame-ass http-proxy-only one. I'll do my laundry.
Anyway, off to meet classmates for drinkin' soon now. hooray! (the people, as usual, are the best part of anything....)
How long are you in Germany for? Only been there a week so far, right? Things will get better. Enjoy the beer!
Heh, I was hopelessly amused the first time I heard a toddler speaking German.
I've offered that you can do the laundry at my house AND/OR to ask the strange janitor for you where exactly the frikking Waschraum is, even though I'll prolly be staring at his balls all the time. Or the butt crack. And as a third alternative, you can go explore the city, a.k.a. go two streets further, and use the laundromat. OR (damn, I'm never running out of possibilities) I bring some heavy machinery and we knock a hole in the ground so we don't have to find the door. This means, no reason to complain about the laundry.
I think exploring the city and a laundromat is a great idea.
You might meet some interesting people, or perhaps that hot german chick who will want to do your washing.
I just hope you don't run into someone doing herion in a laundromat, as I did in Montpellier. But still, it made it an adventure. Bring a book, or a friend, or some cards. Or all three.
And cheer up. You're in Germany.
And if you hate it, then leave.
Yeah I bet there are plenty of hot German chicks around that want to do Brad's washing. Hell, even I offered him that. And I am ... well ... German. =)
I don't know why Brad isn't taking you up on this.
Personally, I'd be stoked if just about anyone wanted to do my washing, regardless of attractiveness level, gender, or nationality (I'm an equal opportunity "someone else can do my laundry please" type of person). As long as they did a good job. And didn't shoot up herion while doing it.
It's a man thing I guess (for some reason I have to grin when I'm imagining him sitting on the sofa tomorrow checking his mails and looking at me reproachfully when he reads this). And then he probably also thinks that I wouldn't do the laundry anyway, I'd just show him where the washing machine is and give him detergent. Which is a 100% correct assumption.
I totally agree with you though on the irrelevance of physical features of the person that wants to do your laundry.
You might want to take a look at their clothes though before you hand them yours. I'm not sure if shooting heroin while doing somebody else's laundry would so much influence the way the washing comes out of the machine eventually.
Possibly, it distracts the washing person from the actual object of desire (i.e. the washing) and somebody else can sneak up to them and steal the boxer shorts. Or maybe this is just a wild theory.
2002-04-10 10:51 am (UTC)
Try repeating in your head the sentences after they're said, like you're trying to echo the teacher. Construction of sentences is a very low-level brain function and it's best to work it by example and rote repetition.
Or, what I did: taught myself to flip a coin (1DM worked well, IIRC) over the backs of my fingers. I practiced for a few hours every day (through each class) and eventually I sorta got it.
I loved the flow of this post =) It is very real and relatable.....
anyway, I wanted to say that I met you at the lalj bash on the patio on friday. I was wearing all black (a backless top) and have added you and enjoy listening to your experiences. I just wanted you to know that I am not a random freak (ok, maybe I am that too :) voyeuring in your journal :) It was a pleasure meeting you...that night was one of the best I have ever had at a function of that sort.
hadet! (enjoy yourself, here and now is where you want to be ;) xxx
wash me in german? haha.. that would be funny.
and hunny, are you playing the field? going to bars? drinking german beer? meeting german girls? walking around flashing your passport saying "me hot american man"?
wow, you think that'd work?
"...but I can't find the damn keller..." --I laughed so hard when I read that! You are hilarious! Actually we Central Texans have the same problem. Many of us have no kellers because our homes are built on solid rock out in the canyon areas. hehe (no kellers.) But I digress...now, about your problem. Find a hot domestic German fraulein who wants to wash your clothes at her place. :)
2002-04-10 07:17 pm (UTC)
When in Germany, do like the Germans do...