I'm at my aunt and uncle's house now. sort of near los angeles. It's nice seeing my relatives - well, most of them. My parents are making my sister visit all these colleges down here - and she's not interested in any of them - and they're making me go on all the tours. they're quite boring. and she has NO interest in any of them. actually her plan has her going to University of Australia, forget which one, or SF state. I'm pretty much set on UC Irvine, if I'm going to college right after high school. This computer is in a closet, which is actually pretty cool. Haha, I'm a closet blogger. And my dad and uncle (the only ones here right now) don't even know I'm home - think I'm out shopping with mom and Megan. So. Out and over.

Christmas was nice. Haven't got much to say.

O komm doch, komm zu mir
Du nimmst mir den Verstand
O komm doch, komm zu mir
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

O du bist so schön
Schön wie ein Diamant
Ich will mir dir gehen
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

In deinen Armen bin ich glücklich und froh
Das war noch nie bei einer anderen einmal so
Einmal so, einmal so

O komm doch, komm zu mir
Du nimmst mir den Verstand
O komm doch, komm zu mir
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

In deinen Armen bin ich glücklich und froh
Das war noch nie bei einer anderen einmal so
Einmal so, einmal so

Oh du bist so schön
Schön wie ein Diamant
Ich will mir dir gehen
Komm gib mir deine Hand...

I tell you, hearing that on the radio was the high point of my day.

Yay. Tomorrow I have only one class, not counting reg. But I have to sign in for math. I want to go to Wallenberg. Must get directions from Sara...

Oh dear. Gift Day (falls on the last school day of the year) is upon me, and I still have...*thinking* four? five? presents left to buy for school friends. I'm going shopping after ballet tonight, and if it weren't for that stupid class meeting tomorrow, I could get a lot done before reg as well. I wonder if my parents are going to let me skive off.

In German today, we were watching a most awesome subtitled movie called Run Lola, Run. I'm going to rent it over break and finish it.

Wiedersehn

Pintel: You. You’re supposed to be dead!
Jack : Am I not? [looks down on himself] Hmm. [turns around and attemps to walk away, finds himself facing several pistols. turns back, thinking.] Puhluley...puhlulehvoos...parleli...parsnip, parsley...par...par…
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack : Parley! That’s the one. Parley! Parley!
Pintel: Parley? Damned to the depths whatever man had thought of parley.
Jack : That would be the French.

Depp is a genius.

"Captain Jack Sparrow...a roguish pirate who could pass for the illegitimate spawn of rockers Keith Richards and Chrissie Hynde."