Next week marks my one month anniversary at work well I wouldn’t really call it work. (If anyone from work has stumbled upon this JUST KIDDING). Anyhow, I haven’t had much time to update my blog because I have been taking the last few weekends off and going back and forth from Reutlingen trying to get all of my stuff. Let me just say, I have no freaking idea of how I am going to get all of this stuff home, All I know for sure is that I am going to be sending some home and then I am going to be buying a new suitcase. I guess I was a little idealistic thinking that I could get my entire stuff home in the one and a half bags that I brought with me. I still don’t internet at my house at the time of writing this so in order to be caught up, I am going to start writing them and saving them. Although I suppose that I could upload them at work but I just feel weird about this even though it doesn’t seem like work. So more importantly, why don’t I have internet, Well, it is because my roommate is a retard (if you are reading this, I am NOT JOKING). The problem is that even though he is an IDS (computer major) he seems to believe that the WI-FI key is something that each and every individual users of the router can use. Now let me say this, I am not the smartest person in the world, I think we can all agree on that but as many WI-FI networks I have put together and what not, you are always SUPPOSED to use the key that came with the router. I have even gone as far as to print out the instructions in German. How do I know I am translating them right? Let’s just say that I haven’t forgotten how to use a regular dictionary and besides you don’t need a dictionary to translate the pictures, well I guess if they were Egyptian hieroglyphics then you would need the Rosetta stone. So this apartment I live in has no individual house numbers so the only way that you get mail is by putting your name on the mail box out front. I need to ask him when he gets home the proper way of doing this because I am sure, like most things in Germany, if it is not done properly, they will take it down and “forget” to tell you that you need to re-do it. Let me just announce officially, the myth of German efficiency has officially been dispelled.
Last weekend I went to the Cann-Badstadt Fruelings fest or more precisely the spring beer festival. It was a good time, much smaller than the Oktoberfest but isn’t it always a party when you have a few of your closets 1000 friends stuffed together in a beer tent for 8 hours. What made this one so special was that pretty much all of the people that I went to school with last semester and who have internships in Germany travelled back for this fest. That is the ones that were not too faraway and could get back easily. There were about 50 of us overfilling three tables singing, dancing and drinking the night away. This is the point where I edit for content, my friend Ben asked me once why I edit for content and my answer has always been “what are you crazy, my mom reads this” have no fear, the pictures are worth latterly one thousand words. Just like the Volksfest, I wore my “trust me I’m a Ninja” t-shirt. I guess it’s sort of a tradition or more like that if I drink enough I might actually pull off some pretty sweet Ninja moves. My friend Barry’s sisters were over from Ireland just for the beer fest and they kept trying to get me to give them my shirt so they could take it back to Dublin. You guessed it, I didn’t. Why? Because when I bought it, the person I was with said they hated it and it seems to me that everyone I meet when I wear it loves it and wants it. Maybe I should add to the back of it in block letters “I told you so”.
On a side not, if you all read or have a bunch of blogs to keep track of like I do, I would suggest using Google reader. Once you get everything set up it automatically updates when ever someone posts a new blog entry and just makes it easier to keep track of everything. I guess I’ll just leave you all with one last thought that I have been thinking about the last few days. Would you really trust some one who was a ninja?