lucid in deutschland

stress, stress, stress!

[Update] Not so stressed now, but still the pressure is on. Another heza.u.f.ed.up has further limited my options for this coming year. I’m cooking in my own sweat and I can read the face of the interviewer -IN, whatever girl with a BWL degree, sitting across from me that I sound like an idiot as I sputter German words out like a broken robot. She doesn’t look through me, she looks out the window 6 inches from my head. Yes, I noticed. Why did you even invite me, Miss -IN?

But I’m learning. I have to get better at this.

So about the song: I don’t have any holes in my nose and the teenage woes are luckily behind me. Yet I find myself in that vacuum once again, searching for my niche in German life. In vain I try to block out external noise that prevents me from thinking straight. Some how this song by the Doctors, er, Die Ärzte just fits this post.

“Denk an deine Zukunft, denk an deine Eltern. Willst du, daß wir sterben?”

Artist: Die Arzte
Album: Junge
Title: Junge