Keep 'em on Home Row - asdf jklö

Friday night we (Geli, I, Lala, Jörg's friend Alex, and some others) headed over to a town a few kilometers away from Ludwigsburg called Markkröningen. The school there was having a party, or something to that effect. Since we bought some beer and stuff and they, much like a ballpark or something, wouldn't allow alcohol to be brought in, though it was sold there, we stayed outside the fence for quite a while with others who were in the same boat. I got fairly... loose. The others wanted to call me drunk, but I was in full control the whole time, and actually, the songs I sang for them are the same ones I'd sang in front of 600 people in the cafeteria. They just didn't know that side of me, I guess... All in all, the party was pretty much a drag but we had our own good time anyway. There was a band, they played some decent songs, and they weren't bad, but it wasn't enough to make us stay past midnight. Going home on the bus, I was practically nodding off. "At least I won't have any trouble getting to sleep tonight," I told Geli. "Nah, when you're drunk-" "I'm not drunk. Honestly." "Okay. Well, you'll be sleepy now, but you won't get to sleep easy at all once you get in bed." And she was right on that part. I spent maybe an hour tossing and turning.

The next morning I woke up nice and refreshed. However, I did have a slightly sore throat from my crooning the night before. During the day, I chatted with my mother on MSN to make sure everything was sorted out for her visit, and for World Youth Day and our tour of Europe (well, okay, trip to Paris) after that. We should get home the evening of Friday the 26th, if anyone was wondering. Later that night, we headed over to a church to watch Alex's band play. He's a drummer, as I'd found out the night before.
"Do you write all your own songs?"
"Yeah. Well, I mean, I don't write them."
"Yeah, you play the drums."
"Exactly. I don't know anything about chords and stuff."
"But do you sing at all then?"
"Nah, I can't really sing, either. Just play the drums."
"Kinda like Ringo Starr, then."
"Yep. I'm Ringo Starr."
So they played, and we listened. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't necessarily good; nothing really compelled me to keep listening to them. It was much like Battle of the Bands back in Brainerd, at least the parts where they don't sing songs that have already been proven winners. After this we went to Waldhaus, where another friend was celebrating his birthday. Waldhaus is conventionally very bad on Saturday in that most of the music is crappy hip-hop and German rock. However, they ended up playing some decent songs. Furthermore, while Geli and Lala were dancing, Arne, another guy named Moritz, and I had a long chat about politics, smoking, and the school systems. It was probably the best Saturday I've had there, even though it eventually became extremely boring.

Sunday/Today. I went into church in the morning to find out that service had been moved elsewhere. I walked home, then Manfred looked up another service not too far away and drove me out there. Later in the afternoon, Manfred, Geli's grandmother, and I went into Stuttgart for a walk, some sightseeing, and some ice cream. Trying to keep slow for grandma, it was a nice slow stroll, but she kept on falling behind whenever she saw something attractive in the window. Women. Later on she came home with us and they talked about the economy and then they asked me about school and whatnot and we had a pleasant discussion. I took some pictures while we were there, but I didn't post them because I'm too llaaaaaaaaaaazzzzyyyyy slash tired. Maybe they'll get up tomorrow if I have time after Sport in the afternoon. Maybe they won't. You'll just have to check and see.

I also figured out about Religion tests and stuff. Geli told me that earlier during the year they studied some things, Islam for example , and needed to know facts and whatnot.
"So what do you do now in that class?" asked another student who'd overheard our conversation.
"Basically nothing," I said, and Geli agreed.

Anonymous: you're shorter than I. That wipes out a whole .1% of the population ;) So have I already said your name? Is this what you're implying when you said I need to specifically name you?
Jobble is Josiah Collins.

Other than that, nobody really wanted anything...

If you keep up the questions, I'll keep on posting long answers, which will spawn more questions and more answers. It pleases me to see 13 comments hit my posts overnight. (Note: that's not an invitation to start acting like Hukriede and posting chains of 2356334 comments at a time.)

Als ich schon gesagt hab', war ich sicher nicht besoffen. Geli hat mir so gesagt, aber ich hatte ihr erklart, auf deutsch natürlich, "Es ist klar, daß ich nicht besoffen bin, weil ich noch Deutsch kann. Die verdammte deutsche Sprache ist schwer genug wenn man nicht besoffen ist." Sie hat mir dann gesagt, daß man kann eine Fremdsprache besser wenn man blau ist. "Ich spreche nur Englisch wenn ich getrunken bin, und die Valerie immer Französich." Deswegen schlage ich vor, daß wir ein Faß für die Klasse vor der AP Prüfung kaufen. Was meinst du, Tara? Tja. Obwohl ich nicht so gut einschlafen könnte, ich hatte gar keinen Kater Samstag morgen, und das Halsschmerzen bleibt noch, weil ich glaube, daß ich 'ne Kältung hab'. Leider.

"It's awful undermining to the intellect, German is; you want to take it in small doses, or first you know your brains all run together, and you feel them flapping around in your head same as so much drawn butter."
- Mark Twain's A Tramp Abroad

A story to tide you over:
A little while back, I was sitting in the schoolyard because I'd finished my math test early and was excused to go out. There were various others out and about, including an English class. Two twelfth grade girls came over to me and told me they were studying religion in America, and wanted to ask me some questions. I did so, they were mostly easy, although some were kind of strange and challenging, like "What is a... how do you pronounce that word..." "Fundamentalist." "Yeah, what's that?" Anyway, they made their way through a document they'd read, asking me the things they'd not known, until one had another question.
"Are there much sects in America?"
"What? Is there much sex in America?"
"Agh, no..." At this they got quite flustered and embarassed. The story goes on, including me telling them that there probably were more since Schröder's cracking down on some of the loose end weird ones, but that's the main part of the story.

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