5:42 (I have my alarm clock set 18 min ahead, it was set for 6. Don’t ask me why I do it 18 min ahead, I just do.) : I awake from my amazing 3 hour or so sleep to the annoying and far too familiar beeping of my alarm. Yay, another morning. I get up, shower, start getting dressed, and , surprise surprise, Mother is calling for whatever it is she wants this time. Hurrying to finish , I go out of my room still pulling my shirt over my head while I walk to a half wall to look down on Mother. She’s crying, this is going to be soooooo fun. I love my Daddy, he’s the parent I would go to for any kind of human reaction, but sometimes . . . . . he can be a bit. . . . I don’t know. Well, he “lost” his passport. Any other day, it wouldn’t matter, but any other day he wouldn’t have noticed, because that(this?) day was the day that we needed all our passports to go the GERMANY! So, instead of getting ready for the trip, I spend the next hour or so looking for a passport that was in the place it should have been all along. So, eventually we leave. I burn my mouth on some hot chocolate from Starbucks, but otherwise the trip through security in Seattle is painless. Once again, I’m squished in-between the two oversized truck loads of parents for the entire 12 whatever hour flight (not as long as Aus though, that I have to look forward to in about a month or so). So, yeah, I HATE flying with Mother. Not just because of the squishedineseseses, but the fact that nothings good enough for her means the entire time, she’s complaining about thing after next. The guy next to me is so rude, he hasn’t talked to me, skinny people have the belt so tight, why are the bathrooms so small, come on you lazy bum, get up so I can go to the bathroom for the eighth time in an hour, my . . . . you get the idea. It’s not something I look forward to. We eventually get to our stopover in Amsterdam; go through security again with much grumbling from Mother. I fully expected to be reduced to tears sooner or later, but I was surprised it was before we even arrived. And the amazing thing is, it wasn’t even because of Mother. Whether it be from x-ray machines or people stepping and shoving on my bags, somehow somewhere along the trip, my MP3 player broke. Really badly. Devastated, I try to see if I can do anything. Luckily, it still plays music, but the entire screen is gone, so I have no way to choose a song. Being Mother, she HAS to point out that my protection plan doesn’t cover x-ray machines and what have you. After the Sims3 and the eBook, totaling around 470 dollars, I have no money or any way to replace the 130 dollar MP3 player. I have no MP3 player. Likely ever again because by the time I save enough up to buy it again, I’ll need it badly for tuition and living expenses. Anyone who knows anything about me knows how much I . . . how big of an impact that small ting has. Music is my LIFE, and that MP3 player is one of the pathetically few ways of having music, and the only easily portable one.
So, I spend the entire 3 hour flight, another 4 hours waiting for the family friend that came with us, and the whole way to the house: crying, falling asleep, waking up to Mothers rants, crying and falling back asleep again. And so the cycle repeated.
Oh, and all this, on my BIRTHDAY. Around 4/5 way through the first flight, it officially turned the 18th, and thus my birthday. My first birthday with my parents in 8 birthdays, and I spend the better part of it crying.
So, we arrive at the house, I’m totally drained dry so no more crying, and I finally get to Meet Andrea. Andrea as in German friend from when Mother was in college, not Andrea as in my sister Andrea. And her husband, Tom, and her two children, Ramona (girl) and Dominik (boy). We have dinner, which is really good, because it was PROPER German food, not the pretend American version of it (no offense). The water is totally disgusting by the way. I can’t stand it. And then they bring out 2 cakes, and celebrate my birthday. One cake is mainly cherries, and the other is mainly plum (and I despise both fruits), but it was still really nice. I felt loved (for once). Next day, we go out to meet my Opa and Nana, and their two friends (I managed to go the whole two days we were together without getting into any major fights WOO!) and have a lunch at Mother’s and Opa’s old house. I got yelled at in the public company of 12 people for getting a hamburger but, whatever. When we were done, we went to the thing that was more important than my would be ever only birthday party ON my birthday. A fair. Wow, I’m sorry, but it was boring for me. A freaking 3 hour long procession both ways of a bunch of girls in freakishly hot clothes and men in tights of different colors and carriages pulled by horses with stinky poo that you have to walk in to leave. It's based on this really old tradition that started like, 750 years ago. Every 4 years, a parade is held replicating the Austrian Princesses Marriage ceremony to a German prince. I swear, I fell asleep at east 5 times. Which is a bad idea, because I forgot my sunscreen. Guess where the second part of the title came from? Yeah, it's not fun. Worst part is: the seat belt of the car digs RIGHT into the sunburn. ugh.
so, a couple days later, we go to Berlin, take some tour busses and boats and walk around and all that. then today we came to this ADORABLE little town that I NEVER heard before, but OMG! if there ever was one. this place is jaw dropping mouth drooling holy hell how can this heaven be on earth drop dead amazingly pretty. It's old wall is still in tact, so you can go walking on it, it's SO pretty. the gardens are amazing and it's just the kind of place for me, what with MY imagination. A total secret garden magical place with secret passageways type thing. The hostel we are staying at is actually part of the old castle. it's just. . . wow. So, my feet are totally killing me, but I LOVE THIS PLACE! This would be the to go place for any vacation if ever I managed to get rid of Mother. with her, it's DRVING ME MAD! *strange grumble uuurgh*


Wow, so, this is kinda loooooooong. I'm gonna stop now. But just, believe me, GERMANY IS AWESOME!