Dear jackass who stole my money,
Thanks for shamelessly taking 100 Euros from a broke student. 100 Euros! That's like $160!! But thanks for pretending to be a halfway decent person by turning in everything that wasn't of use to you.
They even took the three swiss fracs I had in there. Seriously? Was that necessary? I kind of hate you, whoever you are. But at least I got all my cards and stuff back, which saves me an infinite amount of time and hassle. The guy at the Fundbuero said normally people turn things in in person, and leave their name and number, but whoever turned my wallet in just shoved it in the mailbox. Because you don't leave your name and number after you take a hundred euros out. And Commerce won't reactivate my debit card and is being completely blockheaded about sending me a new one. I've got an idea, Commerce. Shut up, stop referring to me as "an extraordinary and unusual circumstance" and send me a debit card. Gracias.
So minus this both good and retarded turn of events, I had a pretty good Tuesday yesterday. It was New Hungarian Friend's birthday, so we all went out and I spent like an hour talking with Bald German Dude and Romanian friend about lots of fun things. Bald German Dude told me I have a very strong American accent when I speak English (woot? crap?) and Romanian friend without meaning to completly cleared up Konjunktiv II for me.
For those of you who haven't suffered the endless, boundless joys of learning the subjunctive II in German, it's one of those really lovely parts of the language that makes you want to put a subjunctively conjugated knife through your eye. And Psycho Bitch of a German Teacher was completely unabashed with her horror at my inability to grasp it. But last night while Romanian Friend, Bald German Dude, and I were having a conversation about how German was a hard language to learn, Romanian Friend said simply "You know what I find really hard? Konjunktiv II, where you're in the past tense but talking about the future. Like 'If such and such had occured, than such and such would happen.'"
Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's what that is? *pulls subjunctively conjugated knife out of eye*
Kreuzlingen tomorrow (didn't make it there the other day), and Medieval Market this Saturday? Where does Germany come up with these things? At any rate, good stories should come about.