Weekend.

Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Can anyone feel me? Am I even here? Im feeling like Im floating. And not in that good, on a light cloud way. On that weird sinking gravity confusing cloud way. It could be the fact that my life is basically a rollercoaster right now, and I have only slept 3 hours, and have school tomorrow. I really wish I was Chels, she doesnt have to go to school, she just lounges on the Thai beaches.
I was so excited about Eurotour, and I might not be able to go, because of the stupid Visa, which I didnt get around to obtaining. Well, I tried, back in December, and then I forgot about it after the school break ended. Then I remembered and I have everything I need for it, but I have to go with my councellor, and he is like, not returning my calls. But if I dont have it
by March 15th the latest, I might not be able to go. Fuck.
I also have to email my mom and ask her to fax me some thing saying from her that I am allowed going, as we are going to a whole lot of different countries. Im going to Spain and Holland and Cheq. and Italy and the whole tour starts about a half hour away from where I live. Which means I dont have to take a 4 hour train with pent up nerves of seeing everyone again. And I can go early, because its not far. Or I could sleep in and go late.
We went to Zankl yesterday and today. My host sister was a bit sad because the younger one didnt show up, and the older one did, and was being a bit of an ass. Though no one seemed to remember him being an ass before, I do. It was funny for me. But he was still hitting on me and stuff, so thats always fun. Then (this was saturday) we went home and my other host sisters best friend and her were like, a bit on edge, so the friend hung out with me and the younger host sister and they fell asleep at 2 or so. Alicia did not have that luxury.
She fell asleep at 3.30 and woke up at about 5 because she was cold. So she ran upstairs, grabbed her blanket and ran back down. We all slept on the same couch, three of us girls. Then Alicia fell back asleep about 7, and we woke up at 8 and had breakfast (which was fresh from
Italy) and played a really complicated version of Uno (when a 9 is up you have to slap hands down, last one down has to take two cards, when a 1 is up, you have to connect thumbs up signs and the one on the top takes a card, when a 7 is up, you switch hands counterclockwise.) and
an Italian game and watched some movies. Then we went back to Zankl, at about 6pm, after Tati (Tatiana. 13, sluttish.) showed up. Played some foosball, stole a ball so we dont have to pay an euro every time, (we just put cardboard in the goals, then the ball goes in, but not down.) drank some sprite (Im the only one old enough to drink Alcohol, and really didnt want to.) got bored and went home. Tati is sleeping here tomorrow. She is avery odd girl. My host sister Eva says that she doesnt like her. But then Tati says she has the number of the younger, that Eva likes, and all of a sudden they are gossiping and giggling like lifemates. Its kinda sad, how much Eva wants the number.

Song break:

Mach die Augen zu und Küss mich.
Und dann sag das du mich liebst.
Ich weis genau, es ist nicht wahr.
Doch ich spüre keinen Unterschied, wenn du dich mir hingibst.

And for Linds, (And others?) the less romantic english version!
Roughly Translated by me personally!

Close your eyes and kiss me.
And then say that you love me
I know that its is not true,
but there is no difference if you give yourself to me.

Im thinking Im too lazy to translate the whole song.
Read it here if you want the whole damn thing. ^^Click Here. +)

I dont know what else to say, writing for the sake of writing gets boring it seems.
There is this cute boy in the class of my friends. I hang out there in the break. (Only one break, 15 minutes. So sad.)He talks to me, one day I was on the computer when he was beside me, (this was in my free block) and he was all "Wow, look how fast she types," and started imitating me, which, really, all he did was pound the keyboard. I actually articulate thought, for the most part. There is another boy in that class, he always talks to me too, but not cute. He is always "Hello! How are you,So, where exactly do you live? Do you need money? (This was when I was buying something at the canteen) "Good english.
Tomorrow I have two hours first thing of history. I dont like my history teacher. He asked me a question one dayconcerning History, like "What are your views on the downfall of the Roman empire" or some shit, cause he didntrealize I am an exchanger. Then he was all "oh, I didnt know" when everyone started laughing and saying "ya, she doesntknow much german".
I do, really, they just dont need to know that. Its not my fault that they dont have the patience to let me think about it.I can write better then I can speak though. Its that whole, afraid of saying it wrong because I usually do thing. But whatever.
I have to play Volleyball on the 6th of March in a school tournament.
Apparently Tati and Eva are going to Zankl tomorrow. I have 12 hours school (till 6pm) tomorrow, and then Volleyball after. It never seemed like a lot of time back home, being at school till 6. Here it is like, a life sentence.