Heisse Pursuit

Thats right. I am now in hot pursuit. After too much time at home (in Regensburg) doing schoolwork and applying for jobs, and not nearly enough time in town mingling with the burgers, I have come to the conclusion that my mission is not complete. What happened to my incessant need to fraternize? Have I become too withdrawn? Or am I just a lazy freak, exhausted after six months of fighting public transport, a circulation disease, and the unknown? All of these things, when taken in moderation, are wonderful. Don't misunderstand; I would rather be on a bus over here than in a Dodge Ram killing the environment. I think my laziness just results from the fact that I really am overwhelmed by the luxury of my aunt and uncle's house, their amazing view of the countryside and local monastery, and literally mental and physical exhaustion from the past semester. Nothing wrong with that; I've watched a heck of a lot of movies that I've needed to: lots of WWII films- check, lots of political films and Native American films- check, lots of German porn- check... (seriously(ok not seriously(well, believe whatever you want))). But sadly, I have not yet gotten intimate with a local. And when I say intimate I mean chatting about European litterature over ein kaffee. I haven't even danced in the street with an old man, which is usually inevitable.
Well, all this is just to say that for the next 5 days, I'm gonna be shopping for Germans. The last few Ive been shopping for sweet souvenirs, but after finding the most kick-ass boots for 290€ (but which were of course the only decent choice), and deciding against them, I have decided to quit the quest for great German stuff and have reinstated my original goal- hanging out with the people. Its what I should have been doing all along; I blame it on my apparent vulnerability of being a material girl. How shallow! I disgust myself.
This probably is the strangest blog Ive written in awhile, but je m'en fiche because I have a new lease on life and it stems from the freedom of someone who has been redeemed from their chains of wanting things instead of experiences. I guess its what happens when you live with adults who go to work 8-5 everyday and bed at 11. I pray that fate never becomes me. Theres actually a great quote on Thoreau perfect for this situation....hold on while i find it...
Emerson, on Thoreau: ''He declined to give up his large ambition of knowledge and action for any narrow craft or profession, aiming at a much more comprehensive calling, the art of living well.''