This is the strangest life I've ever known

It's been an... interesting... past two weeks. Ok, honestly, it's been rather dull, but some instances broke up the insipidity.

I had to eat the nastiest "hamburger" that I've ever tasted. I'm weird and don't like anything that could go in a salad on my burgers. Luckily neither lettuce or tomato were present. Mayo is a crime in my book. That slime should not even exist. This so-called burger was covered in it. And the patty wasn't a patty. It was a flattened meatball thing, and I'm about 167% sure it was pork. Ummm... no.

One day I took Dana to ballet. At one of the Straßenbahn stops, a grandma started to talking to Dana. Dana is really shy, so the old lady said, "It's ok, mama's there" and smiled. Do I look old enough to have a six-year-old daughter?!? Especially when we look nothing alike? What the heck!

On the same line, not a week later, I introduced myself to the members of Vocalis. I told them I'm 20, and some guy actually said "WIRKLICH?!?" (really?!?) quite loudly. Like I heard him from the other side of our large circle of thirty-something people. Apparently both my parents had a similar problem.

We had another Probewochenende (rehearsal weekend) for Vocalis. Yay singing!

I don't know why, but Dana hates it when I pick her up from Kindergarten. I get tired of fighting her every single day. I wish I could describe just how obstinate this child is. Just imagine the most stubborn child you know, throw in some animal-like grunts, barbaric yawps, wildly swinging arms and grimaces, and that should suffice. I was fed up with her stopping every few feet and trying to grab onto anything firmly planted in the ground or just flopping on the ground, so I just picked her up. That was fun.

I FINALLY got to go to some second-hand stores yesterday. It was lovely, even if I didn't buy anything. I've been keeping a list of the ones I see around town, and only got to go to a few of them as they close at six.

Oh, and after four months, I got a cell phone. I miss my old full keyboard phone. Typing's a pain in the butt, but I guess I'll get used to it. At least the price was right. It's not worth it to buy a smart phone for only eight months, especially when they all come with two-year plans. And as much as I'd like to stay here that long, my visa won't let me. I'd need either a university acceptance letter or somebody to marry. Ha.


Mostly I just sit in my basement after the day's work and read Harry Potter and periodically check Facebook. Facebook has let me down, though. It's only good for telling me who got their mission calls or engagements. Thanks for reminding me that I'm off the beaten path. At least life's an adventure that way...