Ja, ja ja. You're expecting a German blog. Well, I'm sorry I can't furnish you with one. I was trying to pray in German the other day, and I realized that I can only pray for:
Food
Help with my homework
My family
Thanks for this class and for the Savior
So I decided I might get farther along with the Almighty if I decided not to become a German citizen.
Which leads me to a story.
Once upon a time, I had a roommate named Lindsay. Lindsay used to talk in her sleep in German all the time. It was weird. Mind you, she didn't speak German in real life. Only in her dreams. Ja, das war weird. It started a chain reaction of every roommate from thenceforth talking in her sleep. I now know bits and pieces of German, Korean, Spanish, Mumble, and Microbiology that I would otherwise have missed had I not had the roommates I did.
Which still doesn't change the fact that I can't find the Umlaut.
And we had German pancakes yesterday and they were yummy.
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i had a roommate who swore in her sleep. that was ALWAYS entertaining.
I can tell you where the umlaut is.
Even on a mac?
Baby Kendall, I'm so glad the circle of life is now complete.
Nama, Kendall's bishop used to swear in church. Whether that's better or worse than swearing in one's sleep, I dunno. The point is, the British can get away with anything with the proper accent.
Your bishop didn't happen to be brother Merrill, did it?
LOL. I love Brother Merrill! He was my absolute favorite teacher in religion. I love how straightforward he is. If I get into the seminary institute program, I'm gonna be like that. Though maybe with a few less flames. :)
double woot.
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