Paper writing is not for the faint of heart

Yeah, yeah. haven't written in a while. blah blah so on and so forth

I have a paper to write, therefore, I'm updating

Predictable, I know

Many wonderful things that I could have written about but didn't happened in the last few weeks: Halloween festivities complete with killing REAL zombies on Grand River, Ingrid Michaelson concert, numerous episodes of Glee, more walks late at night than should be academically healthy, my family getting a piano, Carla getting pregnant again (!!!!!) and so much more

So, why I chose to write about this day, I'll never know.

Perhaps I will discuss with you (or at you, rather, unless you leave a comment in reply) the link between people who own yellow VW Bugs and people who speak German.

My AP Lit/German teacher from high school always drove her yellow Bug with her Deutche sticker on the back (just a D, but still) to school. I mean, it's not as if the sticker set her car apart from all the other Bugs since no one else drove a VW Bug, but here begins my evidence.

College time and I meet Meredith. Yay for Meredith. Last year, I found out that she owns a yellow VW Bug. Guess where she is right now? Germany. Hmmm

Fast forward to yesterday. I'm walking in the parking lot right behind Akers/Hubbard (waaaaay out in BFE) and I pass a yellow VW Bug with a sticker on the back of it. What did the sticker say, you ask? Well, I'll tell you:

Deutchland

Now, perhaps I'm excluding all other cars in my observations. It might be that these sorts of stickers show up on blue Chevy Impalas all the time and I'm just not looking because I WANT there to be some kind of odd correlation between these cars and the land of the Germans.
And I know the car's name has german origins, so that could account for some of it, but I've never seen a black Bug or a blue Bug or any other kind of VW Bug or ANY kind of Volkswagon, for that matter, have a Deutche sticker

Just something for you to think about.

I feel like this weekend is one of those where there's a shit ton of stuff going on, but I cannot remember what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I have ten million things planned and I can't remember a one of them. It's one of those situations where someone says, "We're doing such and such on Friday. You're coming, right?" and I say, "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."

But I might just if I can't remember what IT is.

So, if I miss you this weekend, I'm sorry.

I have to start writing things down.

In other news, I ADORE my political science professor

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped