In six weeks:

I can get stuck in Atlanta for 2 days because I missed my connecting flight to Frankfurt,Germany.

I can go to Austria for 4 days with 7 people, and hike up a hill that they filmed the first scene of Sound of Music on. And run in a freezing cold creek. And go to the castle in Salzburg and look at the beautiful Alps.

I can get up at 4am the next Friday and decide to go to Venice, Italy and pull 3 more girls along with me. And I can get tormented by the Italian men because of my ass, and I can feed the birds in St. Marco square and allow two birds to sit on my head.

I can go on the Strassenbahn and watch a guy vomit because he had too much beer to drink even thought its just 9pm.

I can go to a bar and get harrased by football players that has never seen an ass like mine. And then get picked on by an English man wearing a yellow floral dress with webbed feet.

I can go Feldburg which is the highest point in Germany wearing only a shirt, jacket, jeans and sneekers. Then when I get up there I find snow and 25mph winds.

I can go to Strasbourg, France and watch my friends get spat on by French boys. (I wanted to kill those damn french boys)

I can go to Berlin and see the wall. And I can go to crazy parties in Berlin too, and I even ended up in a drug party by the end of the night...how did I get there? I can't remember.

I can go to Heidelburg, Germany and look at the beautiful castle and visit the Roma museum.

I can go to Basel, Switzerland just to buy chocolate and party in the night with crazy people.

I can put orange hair colour in my hair.

I can go to St. Barbara and hike 30mins for food. (It was worth it)

I can go to class Monday to Thursday from 8:30 am till 1:00pm and drink every night and party every night and still get good grades.

I can go to the Dubliner (Irish Pub) every thursday to drink with my german friends.

I can met a german guy that is getting married in 2 days and he is suppose to be playing a game where he is suppose to go and search for his wife in the town (its a tradition). But he is too drunk to find her so he decides to order more drinks and celebrate with me and my girlfriends.

I can take a large shot of Absinth and Red Bull and run around the dorm until 5 the next morning because I can hear my blood rushing to my heart. And then I have to wake up at 7:45 to get to my 8:30 class on time.

I can go to a nude river and laugh at the old men.

I can get left at a party by two bitches and walk home at 4 in the morning by myself.

I can dream of killing those two bitches. (but i wont...lucky them)

I can spend one day crying that I dont want to leave but I miss my mom so much. Then spend the next day thinking of a way to get my mom to Germany so I wont have to leave Germany.

I can leave Freiburg at 5am to reach Frankfurt at 8am to be harassed by the people at the airport that had a problem with me being a British citizen that lives in Jamaica and goes to school in Florida.

I can go to New York, visit family and then go to Ft Lauderdale to be surprised by my mom who was suppose to be in JA.

to be continued...when I remember...