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I have about two weeks here. FUCK.

I have a paper to write today, and we shall see how this works out.

Edit:
Writing papers in German is rather difficult for me simply because I cannot listen to most of my music while doing it. It's in English, and mixes with my brains, so that I end up stuck with this weird Deutschlisch version of whatever I was trying to say. It tends to drive me a little bit batty.

Edit the second:
How in the name of sweet fuck did I get this far? I feel like I just got here and the whole world was strange and bizarre and I had ten months in front of me to survive. Now I'm here, I know all the places where I can get a cup of coffee to go and which have free internet, I haven't eaten peanut butter since Christmas and my computer keyboard now contains letters that, three years ago, I did not even know how to say.

I remember in late September of last year calling up my mother and freaking out over how far from home I am. Where did that scared little girl go?

Madness? This. Is. FUßBALL!

Vienna has gone insane.

Why? Austria is playing Germany today, and the winner is going to the European Championship semi-finals. Austria has never gotten to the championship before, and has only gotten this far this time because it's got an automatic in as a hosting country. (So does Switzerland, which also has never before gotten this far.)

The area immediately surrounding the "Fanzone," the giant big-screen TV in the center of the city, is PACKED with people wearing red and white shirt, hats, face-paint, and Cat-in-the-Hat Hats (which apparently are okay, despite the fact that Dr. Seuss is unknown in the German-speaking world.

In amongst the sea of Rot-Weiß-Rot, there are small, terrified, dedicated pockets of painted and be-flagged Germans. They do not, however, get cool chants.

Currently Playing (rather, being shouted by violently involved fans):
Imma WIEda, Imma WIEda, Imma WIEda ÖST-ER-REICH!
(Or, roughly, Now and EV-er, now and EV-er, now and EV-er AUST-RI-AAA! )
and, sometimes:
Wir singen ROT! Wir singen WEIß! Wir singen ROT-WEIß-ÖSTERREICH!
(Roughly, we're singin' red! We're singin' white! We're singing red-white-Austriiiiaaaaaa!)

We've still got two and a half hours before the game starts. I have not brought my camera.

Well, at least they have good taste

The Austrian football hooligans are now singing along to Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer."

They all know all the words.

Why am I leaving this country again?