amadeupname: (Default)
( Dec. 22nd, 2008 10:38 pm)
Fucking hell, iTunes, why do you keep restarting EVERY TWO MINUTES?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOOOOOOU?!
amadeupname: (shark/manatee friends)
( Dec. 17th, 2008 04:44 pm)
Man, I spent most of my day reading this. This is so batshit. Makes me glad I'm a lazy, avoidant fangirl.

Three days later, I finally decide to post about meeting the boyfriend's mom... )

I've been really bored lately. This kind of confuses me, since I JUST got a Wii (an early Christmas present that I already knew was coming) and therefore should obviously be gaming my heart out, but I think part of it is that I really haven't spent that much time with my friends. I've seen Nick for a few days, I got to see my friends at school last Tuesday for a couple hours, and Friday I got to hang out with Ricky for a while, but other than that I've been stuck at home with no one but my family to talk to (and while I love my family, I honestly can't be around them all the time or I go kind of crazy. I loved Germany, but I was kind of isolated most of the time since I spent most of my time with the mom (who was usually a house wife) and met only a handful of people outside of the families, most of whom were polite but not incredibly interested in me. And while I've got a few friends left in Jackson that I can see, I don't know anyone in the area my mom lives in. So right now I'm really craving human contact, and I'm not going to get it on a regular basis until school starts. At least Nick is coming over tomorrow, and on Friday we're driving to Jackson so he can meet Ruth Ann (which promises to be interesting, believe me) and hang out at my dad's for a bit.

I'm also kind of pissed off because I can't find some stuff in the boxes I have here at mom's - my Japanese textbooks, my tablet, my DVD spindles with all my anime on them, and the Gamecube controller that I could have SWORN was in the bag with my PS2, Gamecube, and PS2 controllers - and I'm either not recognizing boxes (which is entirely possible since I apparently can't see my TV in the practically empty basement), they're in Dad's basement and buried under all of his crap, or they've magically disappeared like my GC controller and I am shit out of luck. I really hope I find this stuff, though I am mostly freaking out about the tablet. I was having trouble finding it before I left for Germany, so maybe I should just double-check at Grandma's if I can't find it at Dad's. Oh god, I hope my stuff turns up.

While looking through my boxes, I DID find a journal that I received for Christmas last year. It's really pretty, and I haven't used it yet, but I'm tempted to use it as a pen-and-paper journal - problem is, I already have this LJ and I don't know if I'd want to just use it for private non-LJ stuff, write down everything and just copy stuff from the journal to LJ, or what. But this is a really pretty journal and I don't want to just leave it to collect dust, you know?

I need to email the IFYE people in Germany, saying that I am alive and okay, but I am feeling rather lazy about it.
amadeupname: (Default)
( Dec. 11th, 2008 10:01 pm)
I have a phone again! It is shiny and has a camera and plays music. I decided to stick with Alltel, so I've got the same number as before - either check Facebook or email me if you don't have it.

I've been invited to go shopping for a Christmas tree with Nick and his mom on Saturday. I want to be excited, but really I'm nervous as all hell. He's already met my parents - this is the first time I'm seeing his family. I know I should just calm down, be myself, and just make sure I don't say anything wholly inappropriate, but I'm still not sure if this will go well. Nick says his mom is really happy that he finally has a girlfriend - I hope she doesn't have high expectations.
amadeupname: (shark/manatee friends)
( Dec. 7th, 2008 11:31 pm)
I can't sleep. It's 11:30, and in four hours we need to be in the van on our way to Hamburg. I went to bed about three hours ago, dozed for about two of them, went to the bathroom, threw up, and now I'm not even remotely tired. I will probably stay online for a bit until I feel tired, try to catch a few more minutes of sleep, and most likely I will sleep on the plane. I was hoping to be more well-rested so that, when I got home, I could stay up until about 8:00 and try to get back to a normal sleep schedule that much faster, but I don't think that plan is going to work too well now. Fuck. I hate sleeping on planes.

But still, I'm pretty spazzed about going home. See you guys back in the States.
amadeupname: (Aeriroth)
( Dec. 4th, 2008 03:03 pm)
End-of-the-year meme - go through your archives and post the first sentence or two from the first entry of each month. Yay! Stolen from [ profile] __fantine.

January: I'm not entirely sure how to react when my friends say stuff that offends me.
February: I have an appointment Wednesday to have my tooth looked at.
March: I finally asked Nick out.
April: I have returned from Chicago (yesterday, actually, but who cares?) with no visa.
May: a. Post a list of 15 fandoms.
June: HA! Somehow I am very much not surprised.
July: I've been in good ol' Deutschland for a week and a half already.
August: I moved on to the third family on Tuesday.
September: I've been in Munich since Friday.
October: So, my host mom is in the hospital until Monday.
November: Holy FUCK, you guys. This woman is a crazy bitch.
December: One more week and I will be HOME.

Four more days.
amadeupname: (Default)
( Dec. 2nd, 2008 11:18 am)
Your rainbow is intensely shaded red, green, and violet.


What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it. Those around you admire your fresh outlook and vitality.

Find the colors of your rainbow at

amadeupname: (cat-shark toothy thing)
( Dec. 1st, 2008 10:25 am)
One more week and I will be HOME.
amadeupname: (Default)
( Nov. 25th, 2008 05:52 pm)
I had this dream last night where I ran into the lead singer of Die Ärzte on a train, and he asked me to move my stuff from the seat in front of me even though all the other seats were empty. Throughout the entire dream he was speaking in English, and the one time I said anything in German ("Kein problem") he looked really confused. Then we were outside and he was asking me about why I was in Germany and how I should be trying to learn the language (he wasn't really paying attention to what I was saying), and then he started talking to this black lady who was his wife or something, and all these black people starting showing up, lining up to talk to him, and it was his family reunion or something, and this guy from my graduating class who had my mom for a teacher showed up, but he left before I could say more than "Hi" to him and I was really upset about it. And then my alarm clock went off, and the dream ended.

Also, while I was in Lübeck today I saw a guy who looked almost exactly like [ profile] latinforgoddess's (ex? I don't know anymore)boyfriend Jim. Tall, gangly, glasses, same face, same red hair in the same style it was in the last time I saw him - the man either has a German doppelganger, or he can speak German so well that my host mom is fooled. I'm gonna go with the first one.

I'm coming home in less than two weeks! SOOOOOOOOOOO excited. :D :D :D
amadeupname: (Default)
( Nov. 19th, 2008 07:34 pm)
I've been busy doing Christmas crafts with small children and creating my lizard army. More info on that when I have pics and a replenished supply of googly eyes.

Next week is "Sarah's German Thanksgiving of German-ness". I've managed to find what seems to be a decent pumpkin pie recipe that doesn't require evaporated milk - now I just need lots of bread, part of a turkey (there's only three adults and two small children here, and we can't even fit a whole turkey in the oven let alone eat one), potatoes, and green beans. Possibly also a small dose of sanity.

I will be home in less than three weeks!!! I'll be back on Monday, December 8, which is exam week at Western. Remember, guys, I'll be coming by on Tuesday to see Nick and bother everyone, so if you're not horribly busy and/or dead from studying, lemme know and I will come see you and give you all a hug! I've been missing everyone like crazy and I'll be soooooo glad to be home that you'll have to remind me not to crush every bone in your body, okay?

I must flee. My lizard army awaits!
amadeupname: (Default)
( Nov. 2nd, 2008 05:34 pm)
Holy FUCK, you guys. This woman is a crazy bitch.

Poor kids! It's not like they're going to be voting, so why punish them for their parents' choices? Hell, if you're going to be that picky about the whole thing, don't bother giving out candy at all.
amadeupname: (Default)
( Oct. 29th, 2008 08:38 pm)

Guess what? I made a teddy bear! His name is Pierre Noel, or Pere Noel or whatever "Father Christmas" is in French, and when I get the chance I'm knitting him a little Santa hat. I MADE A TEDDY BEAR AND HE'S SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE YOU GUYS!
I realize I was there a month ago, but I want to talk about my trip to Berlin for a bit.

Because we were all in the same area, I went to Berlin with the other two exchange students, Ashley and Emily. They're not bad people, and I like them up to a certain point, but I'm not entirely fond of spending an extended period of time with them. Ashley a bit on the air-headed side; Emily is bossy, can get pretty bitchy, and likes backhanded, passive-aggressive comments; and they both come across as the "popular" type that likes to make people like me a pet project of sorts and really believes they're doing them a favor. I'm okay with them when they're not together (when they're together it just feels like they're ganging up on me) and if I'm only spending a couple hours with them. That said, I was initially glad they were going with me to Berlin because I'm not entirely comfortable walking around a strange city by myself - I probably would have (A) gotten lost, and (B) given up after seeing a couple things and gone back to the hostel to relax. I'm kinda lazy that way.

Berlin was fun, and for the most part the girls were enjoyable company. The part where they started to annoy me was when we were going to different museums on the "Late Night at the Museum" program. I wanted to see the museums that were related to World War II and the Cold War, specifically Haus am Checkpoint Charlie, the Jewish Museum, Topography of Terror, and the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. (I also wanted to go to the Gay Museum, but they immediately vetoed that. Sorry, but the link is in German.)

The first thing Emily asked me after I said that I wanted to visit these places was "Are you Jewish?" No, I'm not. "Then why do are you so interested in these museums?" Excuse me? I can't be interested in a specific period of history unless I'm connected to it in some way? I like history, and I've been interested in the Holocaust ever since my dad told me about Anne Frank (which was around third or fourth grade - hooray for morbid fascination at a young age, eh?). It's really no one's business why I'm interested, anyway - all I wanted to know was if they would go or not. In retrospect, I should have just split off from them and gone by myself.

We went to the museums at night. Now, I realize that we were trying to go through a lot of stuff in very little time, but when we got to the museums, I would read the plaques and look at the exhibits and try to absorb as much as I could, while they pretty much ran through the entire thing and dragged me away before I was even halfway through looking. I don't know about anyone else, but I'd rather take my time and see less museums, but get more information and a better understanding of the subject, than run to as many museums as possible just to say I was there. Hell, I already knew more about the Holocaust and the Cold War than they did! They could have stood to learn more about the history of the country they were visiting.

What really pissed me off, though, was the next day. I was already in a grumpy mood, because my feet were covered in blisters and I couldn't walk too fast. We visited the memorial, and after walking through it we sat down on one of the concrete blocks to talk about what we were going to do next. I would have preferred a bench, but getting those girls to move would have been like trying to teach a dog to talk. Anyway, I was drinking from my water bottle, and Ashley pulled out a little bottle of wine she'd bought and started to drink from that. A guard came up to us and told us politely that alcohol is banned on the memorial grounds, and asked Ashley to put the bottle away. When he walked away, Emily started asking why we couldn't drink there, and I told her "Well, people litter, and if people got drunk here there's a possibility they'd try to damage the memorial or something."

Cue her whining "We wouldn't do that, though!" I tried telling her that it doesn't matter if she wouldn't do it, because the guards don't know her from Adam and for all they know she would do just that. It didn't go over very well. I just gave up and let her pout about it, and all was well until Ashley decided they needed some funny pictures.

There's a tower in Berlin, the Fernsehturm ("television tower"), and it has a visitor platform that's circular and makes the tower look like someone stuck a kebab skewer through a silver golf ball. Ashley got the idea to do one of those pictures where, if you pose right, it looks like you're holding a person/tree/building/whatever in your hands. This required her and Emily to stand on one of the concrete blocks. She asked if I'd take the photos, and I told her very calmly that I didn't think it was very appropriate to take silly "I'm having so much fun, wee!" pictures at a Holocaust memorial. They couldn't seem to understand why I felt this way, even when I told them that it's incredibly disrespectful to treat a memorial, dedicated to millions of people who were tortured and murdered just because they didn't fit some lunatic's idea of the perfect human being, like a playground. (Speaking of which, I was also pretty appalled at the people who were climbing on the blocks and jumping from one to another. Do people not realize where they are?) They took the pictures themselves, and after that they were finally ready to go, but they were still acting like I was just a big party pooper.

I'm still kind of mad at how dismissive they were of the whole thing (on top of being pissed off that they rushed me through the stuff I wanted to see, and then got mad when I my feet hurt so bad that I was too slow to keep up and didn't want to go to some of the stuff they wanted to see, and the fact that they never actually waited for me - they just kept walking ahead until they were about a block ahead, which is a great way for us to get separated and for me to get lost, and Ashley had our subway and train ticket so we really couldn't afford to get separated), but at least we didn't have the opportunity to visit a concentration camp. If they'd tried to pull that kind of stunt there I think I would have hit them. I'm so glad I was by myself in Munich - though I'm curious as to what my Dachau tour guide would have done to them.
amadeupname: (Default)
( Oct. 2nd, 2008 09:06 pm)
So, my host mom is in the hospital until Monday. Apparently she got really dizzy at work and had to go to the hospital, and they're keeping her for a while because her blood pressure was waaaaay too high. I hope she's okay. =/
amadeupname: (Default)
( Sep. 19th, 2008 01:28 am)
Well, tomorrow is the last day of my vacation within a vacation - I leave France and head to the next host family. Three families and almost three months left before I come home. On the one hand, hey, I'm halfway through - but on the other, it seems even longer than it did at the start of the whole thing. I'm more than ready to come home and see my mom and Nick and all of my friends. Hell, I even miss my dad, and most of you know how big my issues with him are. And I'm kind of worried that, this being the last half of the program, the closer I get to coming home, the more I'm going to focus on that and not on what I should be doing in Germany. I mean, it's kind of hard to remember what I'm here for when my return date's looming closer and closer, you know? I keep thinking about what I'm going to do for Christmas, and wondering how much I'm missing, and who's left the group and how many newcomers there are, and whether or not people will want me back (which is a stupid thing to worry about, I know, but then I've never exactly been rational about these things, have I?).

I miss you guys every single day. World travel kind of gets old after a while, if you're gone for too long and there's nobody from home to share it with.

I think I can make it. I guess I have to. I just hope I don't manage to royally fuck up in the process.
I've been in Munich since Friday. I have leave tomorrow around noon, and I don't know what to DO with myself today. I was going to take a walking tour, but my feet hurt so bad I don't know if I want to try to stuff them into my sneakers. I feel kinda bad sitting around on the internet in a youth hostel, but I dunno what else to do - I'm running low on money, so I'm trying to limit my spending to (cheap) food and a tour or two.

I took a walking tour of Dachau yesterday. It was definitely worth it. I don't know how many people know this, but I've been sort of morbidly fascinated with the Holocaust since I was in third grade. There's no way I could have passed up a chance to go to an actual concentration camp. I knew most of what the tour guide was telling us (not the details specific to Dachau, but the general "this is what went on in concentration camps" information), but it was still really interesting. And his fiance's grandfather was actually in the camp from 1933-1938 for being a Communist. (The guide was also really hot and had a Scottish accent. I tried not to dwell on this while we were in the camp. >_>)

At the hostel I met this really cool Argentinian girl named Ana. We went to a biergarten last night and met up with some Scottish girls that she'd met on a tour. While we were talking, a bunch of guys on a stag night came up to sit at our table... and asked us if they could cut off our bra tags for "Bra Bingo". Yeah. After trying to convince us for at least ten minutes to cut them off ("They itch! If you cut them off they won't itch anymore! What do you mean it'll itch if you do cut them off?"), a couple of the Scottish girls took out the bikinis they'd bought earlier and cut the tags off those to get them to go away. It was absolutely hilarious. I wish I'd thought to get a photo of it.

Completely random: OMG Hey Arnold! is finally on DVD! DO WANT.
amadeupname: (hyd rain)
( Aug. 31st, 2008 01:19 am)
My feet are probably going to fall off while I sleep, and at this point I WILL NOT CARE. FUCKING OW.

Berlin is awesome. The Reichstag is pretty impressive. I would have enjoyed the museums more if the people I was with didn't zip through them and want to leave when I was halfway through the exhibits. Blarg.

More walking tomorrow. Must remember to soak my feet when I get back to Poley.
amadeupname: (hyd rain)
( Aug. 25th, 2008 02:56 pm)
I want to come home.

Bettina, the German IFYE chapter secretary called the other day, and said that I need to try harder to be part of the family, because the other families said that they enjoyed the time with me, but I spent a lot of time alone in my room. I don't know if they told her that I always asked if there was something they wanted me to do - helping out around the house or farm or whatever - and that I even said that sometimes I like to spend time alone, but that if they wanted me to do something I wouldn't have a problem with it. It's not like they were banging down my door begging me to come do stuff with them and I was refusing. Most of the time I was alone while the kids were busy at school or with friends, and when the family DID get together it was for meals and sometimes watching TV.

Maybe this IFYE thing was just a bad idea.

My free time's coming up in a week and a half. I wish I could just go home for the two weeks and then come back. Maybe then I wouldn't be so damn homesick. Right now I can't seem to stop thinking about Nick and school and my mom, and I don't know how to get my mind off of home. Hell, Bettina said that if it was really bad she could probably arrange for me to come home early - and I can't say I'm opposed to the idea - but I should stick this thing out to the end, shouldn't I? I mean, I may just be miserable by that end, but it's not like there's a huge hurry for me to come home. At this point it's too late to sign up for classes, so I'd be spending the time at home, looking for a job. And if I can't make it through six months of being away from home, what am I going to do when I graduate? I was planning on going for the JET program, like Darcy, but if I go home after three months then what's the point of even thinking of being gone for a year? Plus, I haven't been practicing my German as much as I should have (but then it's really fucking hard to try when everyone around you speaks at light speed and makes you feel like you're in the very first class again), and that was the entire point of me coming here.

I still just want to come home.
I gave into temptation and downloaded New Moon a couple days ago. Even while converting it to HTML format so I could read it on my web browser instead of in that crappy little text window, I finished it this morning.

Good god, Bella is one stupid bitch, and I want Edward to die more than ever.

Seriously, I don't know why she kept mooning after him and shutting herself off from everyone when he purposefully treated her like shit to keep her from coming after him. And the whole comparison to Romeo and Juliet made me gag (not only because it's trite and cliche and all kinds of stupid, but because I also really hate Romeo and Juliet). Not to mention Bella's stupid "Oh my god those vampires are eating innocent people how can that human lady work for them hey why won't you make me a vampire Edwaaaaaard?" reaction at the end. GOD.

The only thing that made reading this book even remotely worth it was Jacob, and Bella kept pissing me off through the entire thing. I was fine with the Bella/Jacob pairing, even if I DO hate her and want her to die, but the fact that she pretty much betrayed Jacob by following the vamps when she KNEW they're his arch-nemeses - by nature, though at this point it's also his choice - to go follow Mr. Perfect when she KNEW Jacob was completely in love with her, just made me want to strangle her. And then just automatically forgiving Edward for the shit he put her through with "I knew you loved me all along!" - it just completely made any sympathy I ever felt for her throughout the book shrivel up and die. Jacob - at least pre-wolf Jacob - was so obviously better and safer for her.

I will never, ever, EVER understand the attraction that some people (characters AND fans) have to the brooding, mysterious, beautiful jerk-ass. Because that's what he is - a complete, irredeemable, all and out jerk-ass. And the only reason she/they love him is because he's supposedly the paramount of physical perfection, and he's secretive and aloof and pushes the love interest away, at least at first, and therefore he's even more alluring (which goes into the attraction to things we can't have). Apparently it's enough to overlook the temper and the controlling attitude and the fact that he never tells her what's going on, treats her like a small child to be looked after, lies to her, goes against her wishes (seriously, if your girlfriend tells you she doesn't want to celebrate her birthday, just give her a damn CD and hang out with her for the day, don't drag her to some elaborate party that she's protesting the entire fucking time), doesn't respect her enough to let her make her own decisions or discuss things with her before he makes his own - he's pretty and kissing him is soooooooo much fun! It's okay that he causes no end of heartbreak and crying, because the idea of being in love with him is too appealing to let go of. It's the only reason she exists, so of course she has to be in love with him.

I'm not even talking solely about Edward at this point. Half the shoujo manga I've read has a set-up like this (Ceres: Celestial Legend or Fushigi Yuugi, anyone?), and there's ALWAYS the normal, decent guy who is totally in love with her and would actually make her happy and never, ever do a thing to hurt her unless it was a horrible accident, and he ALWAYS always always gets walked all over, used, pushed away, treated like dirt... and never seems to give up and move on.

And the girl never actually makes a choice, because the formula is always the same:

Girl meets Mysterious Guy. Girl falls in love with MG. MG pushes her away, realizes his feelings for her, they start dating or whatever. MG leaves for some stupid selfish reason. Girl goes into shock and turns into a weepy mess because she's a co-dependent idiot and can't live without him. Average Guy supports her, helps her, has obvious unrequited love for her that he is usually completely honest about. Girl says no at first, then gets closer to him and either falls in love with him or gets close to it. Then MG shows back up and Girl ALWAYS RUNS RIGHT BACK TO HIM, no matter what it does to poor AG, and is shocked if/when he's not cool with it.

I just don't understand what on earth is so appealing about some poor, naive girl willingly shackling herself to a cold, distant, emotionally abusive jerk-ass whose only redeeming qualities seem to be appearance, kissing ability, and pure unadulterated stubbornness. Am I abnormal for thinking that the well-adjusted, decent-looking guy who actually cares what I have to say and won't force me into a state of co-dependence is the better choice here? Because this damn scenario is so popular I'm starting to think that half the female population of the world is completely and utterly nutso.

I... am also somewhat interesting in reading Eclipse, just to see how bad it gets, but I don't know if I can take much more of SMeyer turning Jacob into the bad guy because he opposes Edward and Bella's Pure, Perfect True Love.
amadeupname: (shark/manatee friends)
( Aug. 14th, 2008 10:51 am)
I moved on to the third family on Tuesday. I got to the train station at 1:25, just as my first train was supposed to be leaving, but it was eight minutes late so I got on in time. I had enough time between trains to still make the connection, so I figured all was well and got off at Nürnberg feeling pretty good.

The cosmos having the shitty humor that it does, my next train was forty minutes late and at a completely different gate. I was still feeling okay, since I was supposed to have an hour between trains at the next station (which I was going to use as a dinner break, but who needs to eat?), and that would give me about twenty minutes to make the next train. And even better, it pulled into the gate in half the time, so naturally I assumed I’d be able to make the next train.

Then the train was delayed and sat in the station because of technical repairs for about fifteen minutes, and about a mile outside the station we stopped and waited again for no particular reason whatsoever.

By the time the train pulled into Leipzig, we were just in time to see the train I was supposed to be on pull out of the station. I had to ask for a new connection, run to make the next train, and was so stressed that of course I didn’t stop to think of calling the family to let them know I would be late. I was supposed to be in Bernburg at 8:00 – I didn’t get there until 9:00, and of course the station was dark and deserted. That’s about when I started crying (but it was mostly some sniffling and whimpering while I dug around for the family’s phone number, at least, and not outright sobbing). I finally got picked up at 9:30, at some dinner, and then we went to go visit another family to go celebrate Emily’s birthday (she’s another IFYE person). There was booze and talk of politics where I pretty much nodded and pretended I knew what people were talking about. Also, I learned to do that thing where you run your finger around the edge of a wine glass and make that pretty ringing sound. That was really cool.

Yesterday I got to help a little bit with their potato harvest. We stood on the back of the harvester Then we went to the grocery store and I got a pretty umbrella. And today I’m finally going to the dentist because of the fact that it really hurts when I chew on the left side of my mouth. Yay dental care!

I like these people already. There’s four girls and one boy, and the oldest is sixteen and really fun to talk to. The mom speaks really good English (especially for someone who’s only studied it in school and never been to the US or the UK for more than a couple weeks), the oldest daughter likes Die Ärzte and Rammstein and is going to let me steal her music (and also speaks great English, so yay!), and they’ve got the first four Harry Potter books in English, so I can reread them like I’ve been wanting to and not be incredibly bored! The only fault I can find so far is that the two oldest daughters like Twilight, but that topic’s avoidable so I’m not too worried about it.

I need to start making plans for my free time, so I’ll have to email Frau Ross about her sister and talk to a couple other people. If I don’t have enough money, I might be cutting it short and going to the fourth family a few days early. Fun times!
amadeupname: (Default)
( Jul. 29th, 2008 09:46 pm)
I've been here for about a week and a half, and I've been to a castle, gotten lost in Nürnberg (a.k.a. Nuremberg), been to the zoo, finished a sock (and am almost halfway through the second), done some embroidery that will be turned into a little sewing case, gone to the lake three times, and smelled turkey poo the entire time because I'm living with turkey farmers and when you have 25,000 turkeys (no, I did not mis-type that, there really are that many zeros), your property kinda smells. You get used to it. Mostly.

While I was in Nürnberg I bought Christmas ornaments for me and Mom, and the special edition Indiana Jones three-movie set. I was super excited, because I've been wanting to see them for a while, and since they're in English and German I thought it would be fun to watch with the kids... and then I got back to the house and remembered that, thanks to regional DVD codes, I can't play it back home unless I download something to my computer. FUN TIMES.

I think I'm slowly getting less homesick, but it's still there. It's sort of a dull "No matter how much fun you're having this still isn't home and you don't belong here" feeling that seems to spike randomly. This afternoon was one of those spikes, though I really was just sad and lonely instead of crying, so that's something, at least.


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