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Kem's going insane, people. I've never been more isolated in my life. The other Americans here don't call me anymore. Justin the asshole found a new german friend. Rachel and David are too busy secretly dating to invite me to do anything. And Jesse has so many friends it's impossible to keep up with him. Meanwhile, Kem sits in his room, reads, mixes music with Cool Edit, watches Internet TV, drinks, and writes e-mails to his friend in Texas who is equally isolated from humanity. There are lots of Germans on the floor, but Kem can't understand what they're saying and it always seems like they're laughing at him anyway.

Ah, but soon it will be Christmas break, and I will be heading down to the Black Forest to spend a week with my big German family, get free home-cooked German meals, and free delicious beer, including Das Schwarze, the best beer known to man.

But as for right now I feel like I'm losing my mind. Last year was non-stop 20-hour-a-day socialization. This year, I get maybe 5 minutes a day of actual human contact like when I just bumped into Jesse in the stairwell on my way to the laundry room. I'm starting to develop split personalities just for someone to keep me company. Only the other personality hates me and just constantly yells at me for not being more out-going and whatnot. I've just got to go out and do things and make friends, right? It's easy enough. Everyone does it.

But it's never been easy for Kem. Notice how at Autumn while everyone had several friends over at least a few times a week, Kem had friends over TWICE in the entire YEAR. What the fuck? And now none of those friends keep in touch any more.

Ah, but I'm just whining. Fuck me and my pathetic loser self. Hey, fuck you! You don't know what it's like! What the fuck do you mean? I AM you, you miserable piece of shit. Of course I fucking know what it's like, and I also know you're acting like a fucking baby. Yeah, well, why don't you fuck off and die? Oh, well why don't you think of a better word than "fuck" you fucking fuckedellic fuckface? Fuck you.

Okay, enough of that.

Anyway, I'm doing just swell and I hope all of you who read this thing are doing even sweller. Luke, your words have been an inspiration, and Kem definitely appreciates the shout-outs. Both of him. It's totally awesome that you have this fresh perspective on life, and that drive to start accomplishing things. I was in a similar state of mind during the last few weeks in America and first few weeks of my time here. Unfortunately those delusions faded for me, but I've got problems. If you can keep it up, that's fucking fantastic.

Also, I'd be more than happy to live with you and Matt Fair in a 3-4 person house close to campus next year. That sounds perfect, and if the option stays open, keep me informed. I'll have to give someone power of attorney to sign a lease for me if necessary, but I definitely need somewhere to stay because I didn't make any preparations to reserve a room on-campus for me upon my return. If worse comes to worse I'll have to commute, but if there's an open room at Autumn or another house close by, that would be wunderbar.

Don't worry about the package being late. I really appreciate you going to the trouble, and I know how damned expensive it is. I sent a little something to Autumn Lane which you should be getting sometime next week, and the cost of shipping was more than the cost of the contents. By the way, I had to declare what items were inside the package, which will make opening the presents much less fun, so if you can somehow avoid looking at the label, or tell whoever looks at the label to rip it off and not tell anyone what's inside, that'd be great.

Anyway, Kem's gotta go now because his laundry is done. I'll try not to let him write something like this again.