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I can't complain anymore

I got good news today. News so good, that I almost forgot that my heart is broken because the owner of the cat took away my cat. News so good that a friend of mine thought I was pregnant - no, not pregnant. Let's hope for a ring before we hope for anything further, yes?

So the good news - ready? I finally have the official, signed, sealed and delivered documents that make me a Masters student at the Christian Albrechts Universität zu Kiel. YAY! I get to begin my masters! Finally! Just in case you're wondering, it's called "English and American Literature, Cultures and Media." And it will be amazing.

But don't worry - not that you are worrying. I still have to continue with my German course. Some crazy thing about "When in Rome..." Only, for me it is more of a "When in Germany..." thing.

And so, because it was my huge dream and all, I ain't allowed to complain no mo'.

When it's too cold outside and I must be off to study, you may tweet me saying, "Suck it up, bee-otch, you can't complain, you wanted this!"

When I have too much to read and write, you may facebook-inbox me saying, "Whatever, dude, quit your whining and getter-done, you fought real hard for this!"

When I complain that the classes are too light or too boring, or that my classmates are too young or too stupid, send me a BBM and tell me, "Oh, bless your heart... but that was your dream!"

When I snooze way too many times because I cannot get myself to leave the bed at ungodly early hours in the morning, email me saying, "Nuh-uh! Get up, lazy-bones, you choose this all by yourself!"

So you need to do this for me, ok? Because, well, I will complain. I will tweet about it. I will update my facebook status about it. I will BBM my contacts about. I will email about it. And of course I will blog about it. And when I do so, you need to remind me of THIS post. Because the time will come when it will be too cold in Germany - and it won't even be winter. The time will come when I have too much to read, but I also have an apartment to take care of, and god forbid I don't take care of Honey... I will surely have one (I will be blessed if it is only one) classmate whom I will hate, or a class that I will dislike. I will have to leave un-showered to class more often than not... and surely that day will be cold, dark and rainy, or even snowy.

But I want this, I want this masters. You have no idea (or maybe you do?) how much I've struggled for this. It is my dream. It was my decision.

And that is why I can't complain anymore!

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  1. Congratulations! I'm so happy for you, awesomeness!

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  2. @Momnesia: THANKS! I am so happy and excited. Only one more week of vacations and then - OMG... what have I gotten myself into?

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  3. My coffee bean... so rich and full of promise! I am so happy for you and your continued successes. Remember that this is NOT ASU and you cannot be all to all and survive all... so do your best to be you! Afterall, I wish I were you! ;-)
    K

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