B-A-N-A-N-A-S

So, this place where I live will now be referred to as the convent. This is because only girls live here, and we have to follow rules that make it convent-like.

Anyway, at the convent, we have girls from everywhere. My roommate is fluent in Polish, and I’ve met a girl working for the Austrian Embassy. So, this morning, I sat down for breakfast and started chatting with the girl across from me. Turns out, she is from Germany.

We continued talking for a bit, and in the middle of our conversation, another German girl walked up to say hi, and suddenly the conversation turned German. I barely even realized the smooth transition; I just suddenly realized I had no idea what they were saying. I figured it would be stupid to even pretend and nod along or something  – as I normally would in a conversation I am not following – so I simply turned my attention to my bagel and my coffee.

When I came home from work hours and hours later, I ate dinner with Jackie, a fellow American. I pointed out to her that we had apparently missed out on cake, as I saw someone nearby with a big slab of chocolaty deliciousness. See, dinner is from 5:30 to 7, and if you are in the later crowd, some of the food may have been gobbled up already. By the time Jackie and I got there, they were serving bananas for dessert.

Seriously? This s*** is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. (Gwen Stefani reference. Blame her for the obscenity.) My sweet tooth was not happy to see this.

A few minutes after my cake observation, Jackie said she now wanted dessert. She blamed this on me, and I happily offered to venture off for ice cream with her.

As we stood to leave, Jackie said she needed to run upstairs and grab her coat. When she came downstairs, she was wearing a coat, a hat and a scarf. She looked very bundled and warm, and I feared we were about to walk into a blizzard.

Instead, we walked into maybe 65-degree weather, and we looked ridiculous. (Especially Jackie, with the hat and all.)

I am just overly ready for the harsh cold that I know is ahead. I’m determined to stay warm at all times, and I’m willing to look ridiculous in the process.

Lastly, my eye has been twitching lately. What does that mean? Am I tired? Stressed? Cake-deprived? It’s bizarre. It makes the room look like it’s shaking. The first time it happened, I panicked. I thought it was an earthquake.

Not really, but I did freak out for a second.

I need to go to sleep now. 

Also, a bumper sticker from Facebook: