I was over at Agnieszka's yesterday, and she asked me what I learned in Polish on Thursday. So I said, "Hmmm.... I learned to say 'Mowie po polsku' (I speak Polish) and 'Jestem amerykanka' (I am an American)." Then I started speaking in German, but it would have sounded something like this if it were English.... "But, everyone else in the class is German. I'm the only Amerykanka..." And we starting laughing because I said the Polish word instead of the German one. She thought it was wonderful. I am so going to rock it up with this Polish stuff. I might keep taking it when I get home, if I can...

 
Aieee!

I've only been out one night this week (amazingly).

I have so much to do! Always!

Right now I'm going to meet Agnieszka.

I might find time to write more later, as surely more deserves to be posted.

 
At some point today--probably lunch--I sat in peas.

 
Oh buddy, no post yesterday (but at least you had what, 3 from Monday to tide you over?) because aside from the usual 'morning o' math' I had to go to Ingolstadt yesterday afternoon and chat with the Bahnpolizei about this whole purse stealing incident, so they could write a report, so I can take proof of the stealing to the Consulate in Munich to have my passport replaced. Sigh. The dude was real nice, though, but I have to go back on Sunday and finish stuff and get the paper or what have you. After that I accidentally took a nap for, say, 4 hours. So I slept through dance. But that's okay. I woke up, ate some dinner, read some stuff, and went to bed. What an exciting day! In the early to mid-nineties, I would have here included the word 'Not!', but I do believe that is now passe, and is probably self-evident anyway.

I gotta go do... something. Hehehe. I'm mysterious.

(Okay, it's drinking coffee with Kay. Can't you let a girl have her secrets?)

 
Amusing story I forgot about:

As Kay (who is adorable) and I are walking into Irish Pub on Saturday night, several young attractive guys are walking out. One of them says to us 'Hola!' We chorus back 'Hola...'

He stops. "Are you from Spain?" We shake our heads. "South America? France? Germany? Where are you from?" He is confused as we reject each of the seeminly obvious nationalities. "America." We say.

He throws up his hands, hurls a few expletives, and storms out the door.

He comes back a few seconds later, smiles at us and says, "Sorry, I'm Muslim."

"Oh no," we say, "We quite understand."

This kid is from Iran, and his compatriots were from various other countries. They talked to us for a few minutes... the usual what-are-you-studying-how-long-are-you-here-for drill. At some point, they want to show off their English skills, so they tell Kay that she is very beautiful, and start singing the Christina Aguilera song to her.

They asked us if we wanted to go to a different bar with them, since we were just standing in the foyer. We had to meet our friends, and when I mentioned something about relocation, Lejla was like "Don't go with them. Really." So we didn't. Later we wished we had, for change of scenery and company if nothing else. That, and it's really the first time we'd been picked up like that.

Next time, Gadget. Next time.

 
I was mildly philosophical again on Saturday, but the thing ate my post.

The gist: I'm homesick.

 
It has come to a point of (almost) crisis. But worry not, it's just a monetary crisis. Luckily, it hit everyone at once--this strange feeling of panic and the need to create a budget. We have, as a group, developed some better spending strategies. Great, huh? There's no reason for us to go out every night if really all we're doing is enjoying each other's company. We're just going to have to plan a little bit better and meet at someone's place. We can eat out less and cook together more (which is tons of fun anyway). It's brilliant.

Aside from budgeting, I met yesterday with my Tandem-Partner. They have this cute program where they match people up for conversation based on the languages they want to learn. i.e. a native speaker of German with a native speaker of English, as here, and you hang out and usually switch off which language you speak so everyone gets to practice. It works out real well in most cases. I have the extraordinary fortune of having been contacted (quite coincidentally) by a woman who is actually bilingual in German and Polish. How great is that? It's like getting two for the price of one. Or, in Lejla's directly translated Bosnian expression, it's like killing two rabbits with one bullet.

I'm hungry and I have no money. Problem. Must locate Americans.