The Luke and Kem Variety Hour (now in color)

Yes, Kristin, you've taken the Blog to a whole new level with your colouring idea. Maybe now people will start Blogging besides me and Luke. But I doubt it.

This was the first week of classes. In Germany you just go to whatever classes you're interested in and then you can sign up to enroll if you want. There aren't many classes taught in English to choose from, but the first was on Tuesday, "African American History in Contemporary Novels and The Arts" so naturally it sounded like the shiznit. The room number is 0.454 and since we have no clue what we're doing, me and two friends go and sit in on the class. The prof comes in 20 minutes late, and starts talking in German about shit that definitely has nothing to do with Black history. So one of the guys I'm with turns to his neighbor and asks in German what the fuck is wrong? Turns out we were in room 454. Room 0.454 is in the fucking BASEMENT so the three of us get up and walk out of the class right in front of the professor and everyone like a bunch of assholes. Then we find the RIGHT room and open the door. There are about a hundred people packed into this tiny room, and the prof is speaking GERMAN. So we immediately close the door and ask each other "what the fuck?" again. Then we leave cause we're sick of this bullshit. We e-mailed the prof and it turns out the class IS taught in English but the prof spoke german on the first day cause most of the people taking it are germans and she didn't think it would be a problem.

The next class we wanted to try out was on Thursday, and we get there and sit in the room which is practically empty, until 10 minutes after the hour when some random german bitch comes in and asks us what we're doing, because the sign on the door said the class this week was cancelled and it actually starts NEXT WEEK. Then we left.

And that was my first week of classes. Which involved absolutely no classes at all. Just sitting in classrooms and finding out we made a mistake. Now I've got nothing to do until the next class I want to try out, which is next WEDNESDAY. Crazy German education system.

Pippi, what were you thinking that I would hook up with some some german "chic"? Don't you know me at all? I could never hook up with anyone, ESPECIALLY people whose language I can't even speak. Luke, I appreciate your comments about being funny and all. But it's much harder to be funny when you only know 5% of the vocabulary of whoever you're talking to. They laugh, all right, but only because you're making a travesty of their language with whatever you try to say. Crazy German language.

At least the fucking beer is good. Thanks for smoking those blunts for me. I might have found a weed-connection at last. One of the americans knows some exchange students from Ireland who know a drug-dealer here so perhaps I'll finally have some sweet sweet grass by the end of next week. Until then I'll have to be content with my SCHWARZ BIER. Which if you don't KNOW ABOUT by NOW, makes you a BITCH.

Enjoy your party, bitches!!!