I talk way too much. That's a simple fact. I can tell when my friends (read especially as male friends and family) tune out and stop listening. I wonder why it is that I do this. Is it that I'm female? Am I self-centered, like hearing myself talk? Do I have a lot on my mind? Do I just misjudge how much people actually care about what it is I have to say? Whatever it is, I've talked so much this weekend, that it's worn me out. I spent yesterday evening talking to Janice, then Aunt Mary. This morning was Aunt Mary, then my parents (which tends to turn into less than interesting political debate with my ultra-conservative father), and then with Eliza and her family. Throw in conversations with Dave and Kelly, and I was marathoning with my mouth. I find myself going off for minutes on end without really knowing what I'm saying. This seems like some disease for which there has to be medication. Maybe duct tape is the cure... Maybe I just need to find something interesting to say.=)

I got word today that I've gotten into George Washington, which was pretty cool to hear. Still, the more I know that things will be getting better soon, the more depressing the idea of going to work in the morning becomes. I just want to go out and have some fun: drink, dance, and make out. I should have just stayed in school to begin with. This is what low self-esteem gets you. I underestimated my chances at grad school, and ended up taking a poorly advised year off. I've learned my lesson. I want to be a student again!!!

I realize that I've been neglecting the German vocabulary portion of this blog. My recommendation therefore is that you all find yourselves a copy of something by Die Ärzte or Die Fantastischen Vier (you can burn my copies) and go to town. And remember: "Was ich versuche dir zu sagen ist Ich liebe dich!"