das kinder no liken das bier!

ok so thats not actually german but its my version of the language. i have become fluent in like three days, mostly because i know about five words now as opposed to my original 2 and then everything else i make guttural noises and yell like cartman in the south park episode "the passion of the jew." its a classic.

so the last time i had left you i had just arrived in berlin i think and we hadnt done too much yet. wellllll thursday we went sightseeing and did some standard touristy stuff. holocaust memorial, reichstag (german parliament), checkpoint charlie which separated east and west berlin, all that stuff. also on thursday we didnt eat for like... a really really long time. i was surprisingly ok with this, however i still have not had a schnitzel because they scare me a little bit. thursday for dinner, after nearly starving to death walkiing all the F over berlin we decided to make some delicious bratwursts and some other stuff. kates kitchen is down the hall from her room so we went in and started making some delicious eats. we were coming and going from teh kitchen, figuring everything was fine. kate, however, decided to turn up the brats because they were taking far too long to brown up properly. bastards. we return to her room to drink our beer and hang out for a couple minutes. after a rousing conversation of some sort we returned to the hallway to smell smoke and realize that there are clouds of it billowing from the kitchen. AAAHHHHH we run into the kitchen only to find our delicious brats burning!!!! nbd. we can just scrape the burned part off a little bit. kate tries to hold them out the window so that the smoke doesnt come inside anymore. right before i say "hey we can just scrape them off" she makes and executive decision to ditch the brats and tosses them out her window, four stories to the cold, unforgiving ground. FML. bye brats. i cried.

after this a dutchman named kasper convinced us to go out to dinner with him and a couple friends quickly before we were supposed to meet other people at a bar. the couple friends turned out to be like 12 people and we were 2 hour late to the bar. NBD. also i was sitting at one end of the table that was exclusively dutch. they spoke some english because its rude to speak a language that not everyone can understand, but its kinda rough having to speak to your buds all in another language. i get it. i sat there some, not awkwardly mind you, just kinda acting like i was interested. they could have been saying that i am a giant homo with buckteeth and three nipples and i woudnt have been the wiser, i probably would have smiled slightly and looked at my beer some more. i only looked at my beer because at some point in the night i started having mad chest pains, which FREAK ME OUT. i hate that shit. its probably cuz i have mad allergies. damn genetics. i kinda stopped drinking for the night, bummer, but i still had some GTs at the restaurant (where i found another love of my life, a german girl named sarah) and the cuban bar where we discussed the choking game and hypothetical theme park ideas centered around it for roughly an hour. maybe more. good times all around.

we also had some other adventures too- more on that later because kate needs the internet and i cant use my computer here fo free. baaaaahhhh