::Revenge of the Japogerms::

This morning, on this day, one third of my weekend days, I woke up early. Eight, to be exact. Though I woke up NOT from an alarm or Kai, it was sort of disappointing. Am I not supposed to sleep in on weekends? Not that this even matters; I had to wake up early regardless because I had to shower, eat breakfast, dash to my room with Kai to change into lolita clothes, meet Glenni and run to Building 58 waaaaay out in the middle of nowhere; though that's not true, it's only a block past my Japanese class, but it is also about two blocks from Building 35, which is a little over a mile from my room. Ew.
That is aside from the point, and a very long sentence with two semicolons. Is that grammatically allowed?
Kai, Glenni and I went to talk to Holly White, who is also the twin to my not-Aunt Nancy. They are identical, except not even related in any blood matter. Holly White. The lady a person at CSUMB goes to if he or she would like to study abroad in some foreign country--for example, Germany. And we all know that we, the awesome trio of awesomeness, plus our pet Secret-Fantasy-Asian, want to go to Germany.
I like that I could be saying this in one sentence, and yet I am not. Why? Because, you see, I am a weirdo.
"Today, Kai, Glenni and I went to see Holly White about going to study abroad in Germany."
Isn't that much simpler?
Hmmmm... *Kai heeeeeer* hijacked... ka-ching-ka-pow... take that blog... ahhhh!!!! *avoids an accident* hijacking really gets your nerves going! *dodges a few cop cards* great... they found me!!! Blue!!! take back control before I crash and kill us!!!!
..What. Um. Hi, people. Blue here. Kai went crazy when I asked if he wanted to say anything on my blog. Back to the main plot, yes?
Nothing really super-exciting happened. We were asked why Germany, and then Holly White (to whom I keep referring with her full name) told us which classes she recommends we take next semester so we don't have to take them in Germany, or when we get back. Then she told us that we may be better off in Sweden. The problem with going to Sweden, though, is that our school doesn't have a language proficiency test for Swedish. Honestly, I'd.. prefer Sweden. Sweden and Norway.. I love them. And fika would probably be awesome--but, then, so would having a breakfast of bread, pastries, and cold meats and cheeses, which is in Germany. Or so I hear. The only thing German I've experienced, other than a portion of my blood, is the awesome dessert, German Chocolate Squares. This is only German from the German chocolate cake mix used for it. And is mix in a box really German? I think not.
I lied. I have also experienced Milka bars, which I recommend to anyone. Delicious.
looks like we're going to Germany.
Will: (singsong) Bullets, bullets, bullets--
Shane: (also singsong) Bullets, bullets, bullets, I make them out of clay. When they're hard and ready, with bullets I will play.

Love and other indoor sports (like cracking glowsticks for hours upon hours of glow-tastic fun),
Blue Disastrous

..Once, a glowstick exploded in my mouth. I remember how it tasted, on the inside. I should probably stop cracking them with my teeth. But it's so fun..