...ok, let's think positive.

I don't get it!! The weather is nice again. What is UP with this place !? It seems like Florida weather. In that case, I should be feeling at home.

I forgot to mention the other day that Hannah told me that there is such thing in the USA as spreadable cheese. I have to admit, that was one thing at the top of my worry-list about coming home--I've grown quite accustomed to spreadable cheese. The thought that I might not have any when I got home really shook me up!!

Looking forward to leaving tomorrow...

Finally finished proofing that text... didn't take me that long overall, its just tedious because I have NO idea what he's trying to say sometimes, and I'm waiting for him to send me the German version so I can translate from that in an effort to figure out what in the world it all means. He said he'd send it this week, and that was last week, and this week's almost over, so he must not be in too much of a hurry to get it done...and in that case, neither am I!

Mom, I had a margarita for you last night... they messed up the order again though so I ended up with a frozen one instead of a Golden one... but it was still better than the time they messed up the order before and I ended up with a strawberry margarita... lol.

On April 1 I am going to go pick up Lea, who is from Australia, at the train station! I'm excited to meet her! She'll be here in Koblenz for the summer, as well.


Gonna get laundry done and clean this place up a bit so I have a nice home when I get back next week...


Feeling a bit more cheerful,
Caitlin

Sometimes, Holidays SUCK

Holidays suck when you are alone, for one. Holidays suck when EVERYTHING IS CLOSED, and you couldn't leave if you wanted to--the buses aren't running barely at all, all the stores are closed...holidays also suck when its gray, raining, and FREEZING outside. This morning was so perfect, barely a cloud in the sky... and an hour later, my hopes for a nice day (for a change!) were shattered...

So here I sit, alone until tomorrow night at 8pm, with literally nothing to do except the things I have to do... wash laundry, pack, finish proofing this paper...all the while clinging desperately to my sanity...

I should write novels.