These Germans need to lighten up.

At this moment, I am so sick of Germans. I wish I knew German well enough so I could go off on them in their own language. It was just a frustrating day with Germans. I don’t even remember half the reasons that I’m so annoyed with them. Oh, and last night the Germans annoyed me too.

Instead of going to the German version of Cru tonight (which I had been trying to do for a few weeks now), I had to go see the play, Medea. It was painful. The book was boring enough in English. And then it was impossible for me to read and understand in German. And so of course I barely got anything out of the play. What I could understand was not enough to make me appreciate it. And it was just completely out there. Very modern.

Tomorrow I go to Tübingen. That should be something different… or just more of the same.

I’m looking forward to coming home, but I think that I was so excited at the end of November and beginning of December that I am now void of excitement. I tend to do that at times. Now it’s just ehh. And I’ve been having disturbing dreams about going home. Disturbing dreams tend to affect how I feel about something later. I’ve been having a lot of disturbing dreams in Germany. Many of them were about Alecia, strangely enough.