I've been in the States for 9 days now.

Berlin seems like little more than a dream to me. A faraway memory that I rarely return to. It's sometimes a boon to have a memory so poor. The last few days were nice. I went to the Television Tower with Evi, Simon and Lara. It was great. We had some soda and cake and looked out the window to the city below.

So what's in store for me now? I've got a lot to think on. I've returned to my "normal" life again, and I've got to make some decisions regarding my family, my future, and my immediate present.

...and I guess that's all I have left to say.
The End.

To drink alone, that is.
( don't you think?? )

"And I was like, 'Seriously? You're seriously hitting on me?' And then I, like, looked at the bartender and he, like, shook his head and I started giggling. Cuz we were, like, best buds by the end of the night."

I didn't realize these would be some of the last words that I would ever say to my maybe-crush. I'm not very good at good-byes, and since Wednesday was the last day that he would be in this week, that was the very last time that I would ever see him. And now he knows how much of a valley girl I am.

( more about my amazing oratory skills... )

I worked all day today. (Mostly for myself rather than for my internship.) I'm pretty sure my flatmate thought I was just sitting in my room all day, looking at the wall. I will admit that while that sounds very stimulating, I was actually having some fun with some Photoshop and Illustrator tutorials that I found online. I'm not yet finished with the first one and the last one also needs some work done. However, for a day's work, I'm pretty satisfied.

       

Coffee doesn't work properly.
( i'm up, i'm up, i'm up... )

It's starting to become more and more apparent to me that while you can take the girl out of California, you can't take California out of the girl.
( how this involves my hair... )

I suppose I've been on somewhat of a hiatus from my blog.
( what i did instead... )

i got back from dublin on Monday morning, a wonderfully small and boring city. relatively.
( more about dublin... )

I've been reading up on the Georgian conflict that recently exploded in all the newspapers after the Russian airstrikes a few days ago.

I suppose I wouldn't have paid it too much mind a few months ago. After all, there seems to be squabbles and such all over the world. I've got to pick and choose my battles, right? What an ignorant little child.
( keep on reading... )

That idiot at my workplace that I've been complaining about--I believe I tore him to pieces today. He tries to hide his male chauvinism behind a veil of humor and idiocy, false innocence and a fast-talking mouth, but I've had enough of catering to his ineptitude towards social manners. (HA! Sounds like Marker...)
( I complain more here... )

The weekends usually start off really slow for me. I generally tend to sleep in really late on Saturdays, and this past Saturday was certainly no exception. ( Read more... )

I know I looked good today. We were having a company bbq in the evening, and all were invited, even the guy who I have a maybe-crush on. Hence, the knowledge that I looked good today. It wasn't good in a trashy sort-of way, though. My sister can tell you that I can do slutty really well. At least, slutty in the gangstah-real way, but I wasn't that today.
( Read more... )

I wonder when it won't bother me anymore. I wonder when I can let go of this burden.
( Read more... )

There were a few things that bothered me about the guy who I went out with last week. ( Read more about my date... )

I ended up doing none of the mentioned options.( so what did i do?... )

It's a Saturday night, and what am I to do?

I've got two main options, and two backup options. None of them are very attractive in my opinion, but perhaps I'm just thinking too much about it. I need to decide in the next 20 minutes, though.
( Here are my options... )

I don't really think that I'm cut out to be an adult. Perhaps this is why I stopped growing in the fourth grade (I was really tall when I was young...). It hasn't even been a month since my arrival in Berlin, and I'm already so stressed with all this grownup stuff. Finding a flat, staying in the flat, legal issues, financial issues...I'm so tired.

However, I have moved into what will hopefully be the last flat of the summer (how many times have I said that so far??). It's a nice small, long room with a 40-year-old art historian. Evi and Simon have seen the room, and they have deemed it livable. It's clean, it comes furnished, and it's only a 10-minute walk away from the office. It's in a great, central neighborhood, and my window looks out onto the busy street. It's kind-of cool. What I imagined my youth to be like. Only 52 more days...

Ah, being social, talking to normal people and getting out. That's one way you could describe the past few days. You could also describe it as living in hell, a very sad state of affairs and a comparably toxic experience to what happened with my other flat issue. However, both of those are really mutually exclusive. How? Well, read on, dear voyeur.

I've found this great little cafe/restaurant with free wifi. It's taken me all day to find this place, and after wandering around from cafe to cafe, asking in my broken and hesitant german if they have wifi, I've finally found it.

Ok, it's actually only happened to me once in my life, so don't get so grossed out. And although it didn't quite happen where I threw up all over myself yesterday, I really thought that I would.