Interwebs discovered

A giant bugbite appeared on my leg not so long ago. Scratching it through the pocket of my jeans proved difficult, and provided further motivation to buy new sheets, just in case that had anything to do with it. Also, I might have just killed a mosquito.

I headed downstairs at 12:50 this afternoon after a careful 20 minutes deciding which shoes would be best given various inclement weathers. I settled on the converse. The weather settled on not raining while I was outside. We all milled about in the lobby until Matthias, our FUBiS guide, led us like a troop of ADD baby ducks to the university building, which, much like our dorm, is in the middle of fucking nowhere, or as the Berlinerisch goes, j.w.d (janz weit draußen). I entered the building and drifted towards S-Z check-in to find Rachel Mandell, an aquaintance and friend of friends from Casa Zimbabwe. We were hellof stoked to see someone we actually knew. We sat around with another girl from Berkeley, Torey, and then Susie from Harvard and Stephanie from UPenn. We went to the horribly boring and doubly long orientation lecture—doubly long because everything was said in both English and German. We grabbed free food from the buffet, and then skipped out on the ending orientation lecture to go find internet and coffee.

As nothing is open Sunday, we decided to hit up Alexanderplatz, which would seem to have a higher traffic and thus more open things. Rachel said her friend had said to look for a Dunkin’ Donuts as they tended to have internet, but we asked at information and the name of the place was just “Easy internet café.” After a trek across most of Berlin, we arose from the U-Bahn to find streetpunks and their dogs. It felt like home. We were pointed to an internet café, only to find it…above a Dunkin’ Donuts. I have never been so happy to see a donut store in my life. It rained while we were all safely replying to email, checking facebook and myspace, and ummm, reading important news, or something. Rachel and I were totally down with grabbing a donut and shit coffee just for kitsch value, but ended up getting an okay crepe and coffee from some weird little stand instead.

I need more food, I ran out really fast. Torey and I are going to look up a natural foods store at uni tomorrow. And go to a department store. And I need a Vodafone, hopefully one closer than the one I saw at Alexanderplatz today (which was, of course, closed).

Before I go to bed, here is are some phrases in “Berlinerisch” and their English equivalents. The selection of phrases in this magazine really makes me wonder…

Ick bin janz baff! = I am completely surprised!
Ick bin in der Bredullje = I am in a tight spot.
Ick mach dir gleich Beene = Move your butt!
Imma ran an de Ramme! = Down the hatch!
Er hat sich eenen anjedudelt = He’s slightly toasted
Wat haste wieda ausjefressen? = What the hell have you done?
Den hamse injeseeft = You framed him!
Ick liebe dir = I love you
Da kiekste, wa? = You didn’t expect that, did you?