Karma Police arrest this man...
Ok, so I just wrote this whole posting and the computer froze. Plus, there is no Shift alt delete going on here...all I have is 'Strg', 'Alt' and 'Entf'...and aparently that's not the same. So, I had to restart the whole thing.

Anyway, I am going to München this Saturday. I don't know if I'm really the Oktoberfest type. I kinda wanted to stay as far away as possible, but...I'm going. For as long as I've been here (about two months or so), I haven't really been going out and drinking. I'm sure you're all deeply disappointed about that. But, I guess I'll be making it all up when I buy a krug (the big mugs you always see in Oktoberfest photos) which holds a liter. On this same note, my day has been kinda dragging on. Last night, the youngest girl in our group went out drinking and drank too much. She tried to go home, I guess, but got lost and the police ended up picking her up this morning and bringing her to the hospital. So, today at school, all of us Ami's (slang for Americans) got a stern talking to about it. A. It is not my fault for her irresponsible actions. If they knew anything about me, I am practically an old lady who stays at home and goes to bed early. B. We're not all best friends. We just met each other two months ago so, we don't really have that best friend bond going. No one is going to stop someone else from doing anything. C. At the same time, I feel bad and concerned over the whole situation. Oh well. It's done.

So, my dad is one of the funnier people I know. While I studied in London, my dad would send me a letter about once every two weeks. Inside the envelope would be two things. 1. a piece of paper with about 45 words written upon it (for example, 'hope you're having a good time.') 2. a cartoon cut out from the St. Paul paper. I'm sure you can see where this is going. On Monday I open up a letter from my dad which contains 3 (oh yes...3...count them 3...!) pieces of paper. The first is a letter. The second is a photo copy of about 5 comics from the St. Paul paper that are all about cats. The third is a clipping of a picture of a woman dangling from a building in Frankfurt by a bungee cord with the words 'So, is this how you and your friends 'hang out' in Germany? Ha. Ha.' hand written underneath. I laughed for an hour over this. My dad is like a satirical king. He should write a book. My dad.

The weather here is cold. We're talking about 60 degrees. It's warm enough not to wear a jacket. But, unconfortable enough to want to wear one.