Freakishly Happy

John's back, and I'm back so hopefully things will start to normalize and stabilize and we'll have a lot more blog entries posted soon.

As soon as John got back on Saturday we started talking about where we wanted to go next. We decided almost unanimously that we wanted to go to France, and not just France but Paris. We went to the Bahnhof and inquired in to tickets, and even booked a hostel for the weekend. Then yesterday we realized that if we went we'd have to bring riot gear, and since that was one of the things that we forgot to pack we had to scrap our whole trip. What a bummer!

I've been pretty cranky as of late. Having lived with Jessica and Lorrie in the dorms last week made me realize just how much interaction we are missing out on living here in our apartment. None of our neighbors speak German, and it is fairly difficult to really interact with them, as we are not yet in the "Baby Club." Also, just going to the dorms is not at all the same as actually living there because the amount of interaction is so different. Just being able to hear German from most of our roommates would have a significant impact on our ability to learn German. And quite frankly right now I don't really care THAT much about learning German. I'm kind of doing a rebellious thing and I'm refusing to speak it unless I absolutely have to (some call it culture shock, but I think I'm just going through a quarter life crisis). I just really want to live with people. I feel really out of the loop living where we live, because we're farther away from most things, and we're missing out on a lot of the little things that would make this experience abroad truly great.

I went and talked to our Program Director yesterday, who looked at me as if I'd asked him to donate his kidney to my dying pet hampster (in other words, didn't seem too overly excited about the whole idea.) I went on a HUGE rant last night for about 5 hours about this whole thing. Pretty much the rant escalated to the point where I could have blamed us not living in the dorms for world unemployment as well as global warming. John as usual was very paitent with me. He's so great.

I am also really frusterated with myself because I keep misreading my schedule and either missing classes, or spending 45 minutes trying to locate the room of a seminar that I'm certain that I'm late for that doesn't actually begin for another 2 hours. I am actually currently missing a class because of this reason and I'm pretty miffed about it. I was CERTAIN that it bagan at noon, but it actually begins at 10. I'm not sure what it is but I just can't seem to get this whole thing together.

So I wasn't really sure how to catagorize this entry.. Is it a blog or is it a rant? You tell me.