Also... Das rothaarige Mädel war schon eine Weile aus Deutschland...

Und bestimmt jetzt wissen Sie, dass ich total unzuverlässig bin.... Ich poste manchmal... manchmal nicht... manchmal warte ich fünftausend Jahren vor ich wirklich überhaupt eben daran denke! Es passiert... ich mein, ich ein Leben (mehr oder weniger) und die Schule ist wirklich schwierig dieses Jahr (in meiner Meinung).... Ich kann auch nicht posten, wenn da keinen Strom ist also könnte ich bestimmt nicht letzte Woche posten.
Der letzte Schneesturm hat viele Bäume niedergeschlagen und damit viele Stromleitungen und so wir waren eben letzte Woche für vier Tage mit überhaupt keinen Strom. Als ich es fand war es total ungünstig, besonders wenn wir schon so viel für Strom bezahlen und wir haben es doch nicht. Ich habe bei meinen Freunden geduscht und habe immer nach Feuerstelle gerochen (nicht, dass das schlecht ist aber es gibt Schmerzkopf nach einer Weile).
Jetzt während ich nicht in Deutschland bin denk ich immer, dass ich leute aus meiner Klasse sehe! Ich vermisse die alle aus Deutschland... und auch die Brezeln und Kürbiskernbrötchen. Und Bier und früh aus der Schule zu kommen. Ich vermisse damals, wenn ich Rad überall fahren konnte oder in der Stadt mit einem Zug fahren und bücher kaufen. Ich vermisse SPÄTZLE! Ich vermisse viele Dinge, wie man alles will, was er nicht gerade hat. Ich werde irgendwann zurückkehren und ich hoffe, alles im Deutschland eben mehr lieben als früher :)

Schönen Tag Noch! Bis später!
Deni!

The redhead is super pumped for:

Harry Potter and  also the Women's World Cup Final: both of which together with meeting my best friend after a year of not seeing her, join together to make what will probably be one of the most memorable weekends and moments of my life.
      My last few weeks in Germany are here, and they are blasting apart and out of control like crazy. Two weeks from today is my going-away party, where I will say a long goodbye to all my dear friends here (who also for the most part all recieved the lovely invitations today), and I shall be leaving the next day for Dresden with my father and be traveling with him for a week before landing in my very own bed in my very own room in my parent's very own house in my very own little Pennsylvania, USA.
      And my heart quickens to think of the smiling faces of my family, the hugs that have waited months, my nephew, my sisters, my closest friends. And everytime I think of it something leaps inside me, up into my throat: my soul I expect, hoping that maybe it could speed up the process. I already know what I want for my coming home dinner: I want corn. I want good, loving Pennsylvania corn on the cob and most of all I want to shuck it myself. Everything else about the meal from my perspective is rather unimportant, althought ribs might be nice and some of my mama's mashed Poh-tä-toes! I can't wait to re-arrange my room, and do something in our backyard. I can't wait to see my puppy-dogs and play with them!!!
      but in the mean time I have to pack and plan and make lists of things I still need to do! Have a hoppin' Harry Potter weekend!


      "... gimme dem chocolate Frogs, every flavor beans,got my permission slip signed, going to Hogsmeade. The Pheonix gives the orders at platform 9 3/4 and after dinner we're gettin' sorted an' I hope I'm GryffinDOR. AWWYEAh: Hufflepuff  know what's up: let me see you gettin' nasty wit yo Pumpkin Juice Cup with your Pumpkin Juice Cup.All these muggles all around me they be actin' like they drunk!"

The redhead has had a fantastic Independence Day so far.

And it is not just because today I handed in my last assignment for NWT (Naturwissenschaft und Technik), which is not exactly my favorite subject.
OHH No.
You see my lovely audience, yesterday I said to myself: "DENI ANNE POOPY-PANTIES TOBIN," (yes this in how I speak to myself in my head) I said,"Tomorrow is the fourth of July! What are you going to do? You can't just go to school like normal!". So I decided then and there that I was going to dress funny so that I looked like an awful stereotype of an American. But of course, that could not work out because I do not possess a super huge cowboy hat at the moment (and it was to late to order one on Amazon), nor do I have a Texan accent..... so that option was sadly extinguished. I asked my Host Family if they had any ideas and bless my luck, my host parents, thanks to both their consecutive exchanges in the United States, both just happen to have each a huge American Flag lying around collecting dust in the cellar (because what the hell is a German supposed to do with an American Flag anyway?).
      So this morning, because I needed to do something obnoxious, I donned the flag happily about my shoulders, and Miss Captain America was born. Many did look funnily, and two of my three teachers asked me if the USA Women won yesterday or something, but of course my english teacher knew a second after he gave me a funny look that it was the 4th. On top of that my cape and Independence Day gave me the choice of what song we would sing in music class (to which my classmates muttered something along the lines of " I thought this was a day that celebrated Democracy?" and to which I have nothing to say except, do you celebrate your birthday with Democracy? XD), so of course I picked "Happy Ending by MIKA because, I mean.... that's EVERYONE's obvious Independence Day song choice! (sarcasm)
      Anyway I hope you guys have a great 4th of July with Hot Dogs and Marshmallows and too many fireworks! And Happy 235th Birthday USA! (:

The redhead can't think of a fantastic title for this post.

Did you miss me?
Well, my gingersnaps, I have been to Corsica and now, I am BACK!
We were there for two weeks in the Pfingstferien.(Pentecost vacation which her is two weeks. For those who do not know: Pentecost is the 50th (Penta = five) day after easter, it is a christian holiday that celebrates and commemorates the recieving of the Holy Spirit by the disciples)
Corsica has very big mountains, very spikey plants, and a very hot climate. The only way I survived their was by clogging my pores with more sunscreen that I can ever remember having to put on in one single vacation and sleeping with any possible windows as open as they would go to catch the lovely breeze of the beach. It was very beautiful: and definitely a strange exotic world from the view of a simple Pennsylvanian. We went hiking so many times and for hours and then swimming in the ocean or one of the fresh mountain streams that are overly-abundant. If you are going to go to Corsica, just please note (if you shall be driving on the island which I guarantee you probably are at some point) that the roads are basically all built onto the sidesof mountains, something that at first sounds pretty but in the end is just VERY narrow, and windy and at times a little scary, in other words, if you are easily car sick DO NOT sit in the backseat of the vehicle or, if it cannotbe avioded, take turns with the person riding shotgun. Also: please be careful of the cattle. Especially around mountain paths and such like that there are a LOT of stray goats, pigs, and/or cows! Don't hit them and go slowly around curves!
Anyway, it was pretty, and the Crousants were excellent considering it is technically a part of France!
In other news I have a 2/3 on my very last German test! (much better that the 3/4 on the one before and best in German so far) I will be ending the year, I believe in pretty good standing in all my subjects apart from Math and NWT...and Music... but I think everything else is great and I am fine with it, I mean I can't exactly change anything now anyway so, yeah.
Apart from that I also am going to Altstadtfest today! Altsstadtfest (Old City Festival?) is in Waiblingen. All my class is going to it and we're going rock it out. It should be really fun!
AND YO. The Women's World Cup is rocking so far: The USA is leading their first round group, having won their last game against North Korea 2 to 0 and are going to be in the first WWC game (on Saturday) that has completely sold out that is two completely foreign teams. (WOO!) I'm so proud of my team and I know we're gonna kick boo-tay!
Anyway, love you all, sorry I've been MIA for a while (sheepish grin)

The redhead is going to write about a favorite poet of her's.

Shel Silverstine has been turning ourimaginations upside-down and inside out since our first days in the school library,since our first days of storytime before bed. The Missing Peice, The Giving Tree, or just silly poems such as Backward Bill--teaching us and making us see things not the way theyare but the way they could be. Because of him and Dr. Seuss and so many other children's writers we learned at that age that words are not just for communication: Words a toys that one can use for almost anything and that you never grow out of. Words are bridges and blocks and musical instruments and there is no limit to them. They extend for miles in every language and because we created the languages, we can always make new ones.

"Listen to the MUSTN'Ts, child,
Listen tot he DON'Ts,
Listen to the SHOULDN'Ts,
The IMPOSSIBLEs, the WON'Ts
Listen to the NEVER HAVEs
then listen close to me--
ANYTHING can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be."
-Shel Silverstine

So thank you: You are one thing in my life that I would be completely different without.

Dem Rothaarigen Mädel geht es sehr gut.

(The redhead is very well)

Why? Well let's see:
Though the redhead's soccer team did not win their big game last saturday, they fought hard and worked together as a team and tied in the bi-polar Weather. I call the weather bi-polar because it was really fracking hot and then at half time it began suddenly to rain, without warning; though this was fantastic, it was also very strange because as I say, it was really sunny and really hot. As far as I'm concerned we won because we fought as hard as we could and we could never have stopped the one goal that went in because after all it was a really dumb one. But as I say: we tied and because we tied and the team that was one place below us lost, we are in third place for the season, baby!! But every good part is accompanied by the bad: and because I am so proud of my girls here and I will be sad to leave them and miss them for sure next season.  : (
I have been planning my next month or so and have realized that I have ABSOLUTELY NO FREE WEEKENDS LEFT. Everything is so crazy. This next weekend my family and I are going to Korsika (a tiny island that belongs to France in the Middle Sea.....I mean Med. Sea!) and going to cover myself with WAY TOO MUCH SUNSCREEN because we know what happens to pale little Deni in sunny weather (and the reminder is still viewable on my poor wittle back), then the next weekend I will be going to this cool Medieval Fest in Waiblingen with a friend of mine and chill, the weekend after that I shall be off hiking with some friends, then the weekend after that in Kassel (and we will be watching HP7 part2 at midnight!!!!!!!!!!), and then my father comes. That's how close it is! My father will be here six weekends from now as my time ticks slowly away, down to the home-bound arrival that I both don't want and yet long for.
Now I will stop babbling at you because I got things to do and essays to writing and time to enjoy!
You should go enjoy yours!
Deni

The redhead has things to say.

But first: Happy June! and Happy Father's Day!
I shall be calling my father later tonight. (I wrote it on my arm so that I DO NOT forget.)
Today I awoke at 1 o'clock in the afternoon and had to rub my eyes a few times before I was convinced that I hadn't read the time wrong. I had been sleeping for 12 hours! I had no idea how I could have possibly done that, but I got up and changed and ate brunch, finding out that my host family were a little worried about me and how long I slept. But I'm fine, just tired.
Since this morning I think I have discovered why I slept so incredibly long this morning. It starts with a strange victory of yesterday that sent my goody-two-shoes, american concious into a perfuse sweat: I bought my very first beer in a super market. Alone and with my one money--and I was so proud of myself.
I bought two Beck lemon and lime beers to bring with me to a little grill party that our class was having at the YMCA center (here YMCA is a different bunch of four letters but I forget what they are: anyway, you get the point.). So I brought them with as well as much appreciated marshmallows (because what is a fire without smores?) and a few Rotwurst for myself. It was quite a nice evening, just sitting, talking, laughing. We ate cookies and played on the nearby playground a little to, because, let's face it, Swings are the BOMB.
We also started telling riddles at one point starting with this one which I will write in German and English because in German it sounds a little better:

Der blaue Punkt geht ins Wasser, der grüne Punkt geht in der Wiese, der rote Punkt geht ins Feuer. Wo geht der gelbe Punkt?
The blue dot goes in Water, the green dot goes in the grass field, the red dot goes in the fire. Where does the yellow dot go?
After a rather long time contemplating it in actually seriousness no one knew andwe asked our friend who told us to give us the answer. And he refused, something that made this particular riddle a Plague of the evening consuming almost everyone's thoughts. So we tried to distracted ourselves, we played other games like 20 questions, we ate the marshmallows. Eventually we started playing campfire songs which reminded me horribly of home but also reminded me how awesome my friends and my experiences are here. But finally the yellow dot was getting to be quite annoying because no one could solve it and noone would give the answer. We went on likethis for an hour until we decided to leave and were all quite annoyed that the answer was "Der gelbe Punkt geht auf die Nerven" (The yellow dot gets on your nerves.).
During the course of this nice little get together I managed to drink both beers, because I was thirsty and they were good, but I showed really no sign of it, because I ate things in between and drank them sparingly (as they were the only drinks I had with) the only sign of me drinking them at all were the empty bottles and, I suspect, my 12 hour sleep.
In other news we started reading "the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" by Mark Haddon in English and I think it is a fantastic book. If you havenot read it yet, I would highly reccomend it.
Anyway, thanks for reading and subscribing! Keep a smile on (:
Deni