and then there were three...

liebe liebe lotte,
wir werden dich so vermissen. komm bald und öfters zu besuch!!!
xXx

the last supper/lotte gets herself her very own belgian flag

fässla stube, aka the place with the schlechteste luft in all of bamberg

brave mädchen kommen in den himmel,
diese mädchen kommen überall hin ;)

calculus & kicker

i've posted the lyrics to a couple of my favourite songs lately. here's a little excerpt from one that won't be making the list:

I know my calculus
It says you + me = us together

sound pretty terrible? indeed. well, ms wojtowicz not only has that little ditty in her iTunes library, she also knows the actions! she kept us all entertained as she argued the merits of 2ge+her and o-town (who she's seen in concert more than once). but one can only handle so much good music in a night, so we decided to give priscilla's laptop a little rest and have ourselves a little kicker tournier.

oh, how i love the do-it-yourself shot

it's not just a game to the italians

heaven when we're home

here's another one of my favourites:

Don't know what time it is, I've been up for way too long
and I'm too tired to sleep
Called my mother on the phone, she wasn't home
and now I'm wandering the street
I've been a fool, I've been cruel to myself
I've been hanging on to nothing
When nothing could be worse than hanging on
And something tells me that there must be
something better than all this

I've fallen many times in love and every time
it's been with the wrong man
Still I'm out there living one day at a time
and doing the best I can
Cause we've all made mistakes
that seem to lead us astray
But every time they helped to get us where we are today
And that's as good a place as any
and it's probably where were best off anyway

It's a long and rugged road
and we don't know where it's headed
But we know it's going to get us where we're going
And when we find what we're looking for
we'll drop these bags and search no more
Cause it's going to feel like heaven when we're home
It's going to feel like heaven when we're home

There's no such thing as perfect,
and if there is we'll find it when we're good and dead
Trust me I've been looking
but tonight I think I'll go and take a bath instead
And then maybe I'll walk a while
and feel the earth beneath me
They say if you stop looking
it doesn't matter if you find it
And who's to say that even if I did
it's what I'm really looking for

It's a long and rugged road
And we don't know where it's headed
But we know it's going to get us where we're going
And when we find what we're looking for
We'll drop these bags and search no more
Cause it's going to feel like heaven when we're home
It's going to feel like heaven when we're home

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i'm so happy i could cry

the sun is shining! THE SUN IS SHINING!!!!!! i was blinded when i walked into my kitchen this morning and the floor was warm from the sun shining down on it. i stood there genießing it for a minute, hoping it wasn't just a momentary break in the clouds. i sat down at my desk and tried to get some work done, but have decided that i should just go outside and stay there until the sun sets to make up for lost time.

spoonful of sugar

matt mays is my favourite. every time i hear this song, i fall in love with it all over again. same goes for about half the album. i can't believe i missed the tour...

Spoonful of sugar in Montreal city
When the leaves are dying and look so pretty
At home the ships are on the rocks and sinking
And as hard as we try we just can’t stop thinking

Dirt in my fist, roots on my sleeves
This year the trees fell before the leaves
People like me like people like you
Cause people like you are far too few

Oh, the night, daylight’s got nothing on you
Nothing’s everlasting when you’re always just passing through

Earful of music just when I need it
Your soul won’t sing unless you bleed it
Looking for answers through the night hour window
Million miles an hour through the wind and snow

Spoonful of sugar in Montreal city
When the leaves are dying and look so pretty
Nothing can cure the homesick disease
This fall the trees fell before the leaves

Nothing can cure this homesick disease
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
This fall the trees fell before the leaves

Spoonful of sugar in Montreal city

i've said it before and i'll say it again: buy the album

all the cool kids are doing it

we get ourselves acquainted with turkish culture in preparation for the trip we're oh so excited about

awwww

studenttunes & college culture

with finals written and scheins in hand, the amis could wait no more. they missed their drinking games. so, after a semester of talking about them, they decided to teach the uncultured non-amis how to play beer pong and flip cup. there was no doubt that their experience proved beneficial to them as they won every single game of beer pong. but flip cup was another story. the "europeans" (the amis couldn't handle a canuck on their team, so they decided being canadian is really more like being european than american) left the drinking game profis in the dust. but good times were had by all and it was off to morph to show the world our moves on the dancefloor.

shawn made every one of the six cups in one game.
i think he's played before

aneta in all her cuteness

priscilla & katie

my teammate extraordinaire, ms pauline clerkin

katrina & romina

king pong

thomas, my other teammate

dan briefly graces us with his presence

came back into the room to this. dunno...

everybody <3s morph club

i told you she was cute

go commonwealth

me and my gang

we spent the evening bringing out our creative sides. here are the goods, and evidence of the inability of some to put iron-on letters onto t-shirts correctly :p but whatever, it just makes them funnier. i got the letters right, but got a bit of a shock when the iron made my t-shirt change colours. the iron-induced purple eventually changed back to pink, and in the end we left with six sweet shirts that i'm sure will be the hottest thing this season. i think we might go into business. gotta pay for all these trips we booked somehow!

ski trip revisited

courtesy of priscilla, who shot these pics of our adventures with €2 bottles of wine, their synthetic corks, and the fun we had trying to open them with a broken corkscrew.

had to take a little laugh pause
to try and get it out of my system and regain my strength

with that intense look of concentration on shawn's face,
we must be close to getting that bottle open

oh, and open it we did.
we also both managed to fall.
and spill half the bottle of wine.

good times, good times...