Drew, You Dastardly Man

I think I'm finally getting back into the swing of things with this blog. My consistency has been atrocious, and I apologize. Not that anyone reads these or anything, but I like to believe that my blog is one of those blogs that earns two hundred grand a year through advertisements and a multitude of followers. I prefer this fantasy over the painful fact that Drew is probably my most avid follower. Talk about depressing. Where is Drew now-a-days anyway? South Africa? I read somewhere that over 50% of all males in South Africa have admitted to some sort of sexual assault, a staggering statistic. Drew may return a criminal, knowing his tendencies. I apologize; sexual assault is a terrible thing to joke about. My deepest condolences to those offended. But enough tangents; I always hated calculus anyways. I guess pretty much everyone back home is abroad somewhere. Drew is raising the statistic to 51% (again my deepest condolences) in South Africa, Trav is in Uganda (?), KY is in Brazil, I'm in Germany, and Emily and Claire will be with me tomorrow, Amara will be in New York in a week... Everyone's traveling! This year has been my first time to really 'travel.' Not that I needed to travel; one who is born in Texas has pretty much seen all anyone really needs to see. Nevertheless traveling across Western Europe has been an enlightening experience, an experience that has taught me quite a bit. It hasn't changed my life or anything, and do I ever hate it when people attribute a flight across the Atlantic as a 'life-changing' experience. Tangents again, I will stop. But I have had an excellent time country-hopping over here. I left France last Monday hearing French, woke up Tuesday to Italian, listened stupidly to whatever the heck version of German the Swiss speak, and today I am sitting in an internet café listening to Germany-German. I wish I could learn all of these languages. Sometimes when I just sit and listen, something that I've done quite a bit of, I almost think I can understand what's being said. This is silly, of course, because I don't even know how to say 'thank you' in German. I guess it's kind of an osmosis thing; I feel like I've been squeezed into all of these new cultures, and though I'm foreign to them, I'm still living and operating within them. It's a neat sensation; you should try it out some day. Anyways, this was more of an update than a real blog. I'm camping outside tonight! Booking hostels is for chumps.