Good News/Bad News

The good news is that I finally found jeans that fit. The bad news is that I dropped two sizes in the last 2 years since I last bought jeans.

Not cool. I feel like the incredible shrinking woman. Also, now it's even harder to find pants, given that I am the size of a seventh grader again.

I'm writing it here because I didn't want to hear the sarcastic comments it would bring in as a facebook status update, and I wanted to complain somewhere.

Lass mich bitte in Ruhe

Okay, so, it is already pretty clear that a guy would be more effective at my job. Sometimes, though, being me, as I am not a guy, leads to interesting experiences. Imagine: You are a guy at a bar. You see a girl sitting with a group of 3-5 guys, and she is laughing and heavily engaged in conversation with these guys the whole time. You don't know her; therefore, she could very well be dating any one of them. What do you do?

I would imagine that if I saw such a scene, that I would consider her "taken" and move on. Well, that's not what happened to me last night. This one guy came out of nowhere and started talking to me, even though I was in the middle of a group of guys. After we ended our conversation, he kept coming around and trying to talk to me, sort of following me at one point, even though I was with my guys already. I don't get it. (Also, it should be noted that German guys don't seem to have the same protective instinct that Americans have, or at least that Southerners have. Haha)

Well, on a positive note, he said that my accent was very light.

More Mouse Drama

Bitsy has a really bad cough. I know it sounds silly, but it's true. It sounds like she is having a panic attack or breathing out of lungs made of plastic. I don't have time to take her to the vet until Thursday. I hope I don't wake up with a dead mouse in the next few days. Or ever.

How do I explain this to the vet in German?

Identity Crisis.

Today I voluntarily drank coffee. I mean, I was alone at my house, made coffee, and then drank it.

Who am I?

P.S.- It tastes really good when it's mostly vanilla soy milk.

Bear Claw

Note to self: next time your brother is getting married, don't play paintball with a bunch of guys a few weeks before you're going to be in the wedding. He and his wife- heck, or you- probably don't want you to look forever in the wedding photos like you got attacked by a baby bear .

On Game Night

I need to stop forgetting that I should not wash my hair or wear clean jeans on game night day. Now I have perfectly clean hair that, if I go to bed like this, will continue to give me a headache from cigarette smell. Gross. I have clean sheets, too. Sick. I mean, nice but also sick.

In other game night-related news, I ended up with playing till the end with three guys again. I didn't even notice till we were walking down the street when we left. I just feel so at home as "one of the guys" talking about football, Weird Al, and paintball weaponry. Haha. Oh, my life.

Just Another Time I Felt Like a Spy

When Brie came, we went on a tour of a castle. I asked one of the docents a question, and we ended up having a little conversation. Here's a snippet.

"Where do you guys live?"

"Oh, I live in Dresden, but I'm from the US."

"I'm surprised; you don't have a really thick American accent."

"Really?!"

"Oh yeah, you can usually hear an American accent right away. It's really distinct. Especially people from Texas, they have a crazy, terrible accent."

I can't remember how I replied to that besides laughing in my head.

Billy Goat Viral Computer Invader?

When I signed up for an online forum recently, I had to agree to the terms and rules. They made me promise:

Not to Troll. Wikipedia definition of trolling: "In Internet terminology, a troll is often someone who comes into an established community such as an online discussion forum, and posts inflammatory, rude, repetitive or offensive messages designed intentionally to annoy or antagonize the existing members or disrupt the flow of discussion, including the personal attack of calling others trolls. Often, trolls assume multiple aliases, or sock puppets."

I had no idea that the danger of internet sock puppets was so real.