i say it`s just for kicks.

Following the words, “Damnit, update your journal, woman,” or something like that, I was “inspired,” or rather feeling forced, by Brandi, to write a post. So, here I am.

Thanksgiving in five words or less: Rice never tasted so good.

Temperature there: 40s. Here: 70s. I cannot stand the difference.

After a whole year of “trying,” the revolution has started. Zweite personen mogen stricken. Mwahahaha. Yarn is the devil (but oh so lovely and niedlich).

I had my German oral today, but any success I may have had could not have been possible if not for one Billy Riggins. Although I am horribly mean and crude to him, he came to my rescue at 10 o’clock last night, bearing Nyquil, Dayquil, grape juice, and candy. I had a horrendous headache, with sniffles and coughs. I cried at him through the phone for help. He sure helped me, and he is my angel. He also tucked me into bed. Let’s see your boyfriend do that! Mwah!

“Kein mehr Bier fur mich.”

The next seven days are what I am going to now call “Seven Days in Hell.” On Friday, I have a final exam, and over the weekend, I must study for the two final exams I have back to back on Monday. Then, on Wednesday, I have a paper due by 5. I am sooo going to Epcot for “Christmas Around the World” next week as a treat.

And Jason Mraz is here tomorrow. I’ll be there, because I’m so square. And freezing. (It’s 66 degrees here… too cold for me.)

Must start knitting my death scarf again, made from the wonderful Moosh Moosh Mooshy ball of death. Tschuss.