Es gibt keine Lösung.

You know what's fun? I shall tell you. You know when you send an email to someone and when they reply, it has what you wrote under a heading that says '-your name here- wrote'? Well, I sent my German paper to a girl in Germany and when she replied, instead of saying 'Sarah wrote' it said 'Sarah schrieb'. I thought that was immensely fun.

Sunday may be the day of the week that I most look forward to. It's a nice day. It's a break from the monotony of classes and nothing. It's something to break up the week and it's usually enjoyable. Wednesdays, on the other hand, are probably my least favorite days because I have 6 hours of class spread from 9am-8pm. Ugh. Fridays are nice, Saturdays are boring, Mondays are kind of long, and Tuesdays I pretty much enjoy. So I guess my days from best to wrost are as follows: Sunday, Tuesday, Friday, Thursday, Saturday, Monday, Wednesday. Speaking of days, tomorrow is Monday the 13th, Garfield's most hated day.

I'm so behind in my reading. It's pathetic. I only have 14 credits, one of which hasn't started yet and another of which is band. So, at the moment, I actually only have 12 real credits (4 3-credit classes)... and I'm 8 chapters behind. Not to mention that last week I forgot to do my homework twice (I was supposed to do a reconstruction/historical linguistics thing and I was supposed to find the name of a random animal in German), I forgot to take my books to class a few times, and I forgot to take my notebook to class once. It was a stupid week.

For some reason I felt really weak this morning and during church I was shivering and trembling. It was odd.

Ok, this evening I was in my comfy "in between" clothes all set to watch some Sunday night TV when Jen Fongers came to my door and was like "wanna go boxing?" Um... riiiiiight. It was really tempting because I had wanted to do it before and I wouldn't have minded some battle scars. But you know how I am... but it was really tempting... and so I gave in. Yes, that's right, I was boxing tonight. We went to the IM building with David and met Jeremy and Kevin there. I don't think I was too bad but I definitely wouldn't qualify as good. I might've gotten one good punch but I got more than I gave. My left arm got tired really quick. It was quite fun. ...gross and awesome...