There used to be a post on this website just like the one that I’m about to write. And I bet you’re wondering why that is, right?

Well, first of all: this is the best week I have had in a really long time, friends-wise.

My second-home-American-family sends me a package, my beautiful friend Linn sends me a package, I sort of am friends again with a person that used to be very important to me but whom I haven’t talked to in a really long time; and today, Viktoria - another great friend I met during my stay in Kentucky - called and thanked me for the Christmas card I sent her her.

She lived in the house next to my host family over in Kentucky and she was also an exchange student from Germany. Obviously, we went to the same high school and bonded really quick - which makes sense, given that we were the only people around who could speak German and also really understood how the other one felt.

She only stayed for half a year and left right before Christmas in 2005 (she could have extended her stay but her host family was awful and totally ruined her American experience) but when I got home six months later, in the summer of 2006, she rang me up and we talked forever.

Since then she is the one who keeps in touch and always makes sure to call and see what I’m up to. She is such a good friend. I am so glad and so thankful to have gotten a chance to meet her - the memories we share are priceless!

We went on a high school trip to Washington, D.C. together and watched gay porn in our hotel room to freak out the American girls who shared a room with us and then laughed about it later while jumping around in our underwear in one of those those big, comfortable beds you only find in hotels. The next morning we got up early and went shopping in the city and tried to act all glamorous and city-girl-ish, what with our huge sunglasses and fancy shoes. We went to this little café and ordered Irish coffee with extra whiskey and although the waitress looked at us like we had lost our minds - it was only 11am, after all - she came back with two Irish coffees. We were only sixteen at the time and felt cool as shit.

It’s these things that remind me how awesome it is to be a girl because only in girls’ friendships can you have that much fun and be that silly and end up feeling all grown-up about it.

Just like last night when I went to see P.S. I love you at the movies with five of my girls and had the greatest time. We grabbed something to eat before the movie and then went to the 11pm showing afterwards. We had so much fun! Oh, and the movie: perfect, perfect, perfect. Go see it if you haven’t done so already.

Before we left for the movie, N had called me to tell me all about this girl M who was going to come with us and, apparently, has the tendency to behave like a complete slut. N said, that M will do anything to make out with the guys her best friends have a crushes on. Which, I’ll admit, is a little high school dramatic but if you think about it, it’s just rude and uncalled for and everything but being a good friend.

So we ended up trying to completely cut her out that night by ignoring her.

You know, sometimes I feel like I don’t need any friends and that, in most situations, I’m better off on my own. It’s too much drama, too much commitment, too much pain to lose them or see them when they’re going through hard times. But during these last couple of days I have, once again, come to understand how important they really are.

It feels good to have friends, no doubt. And it feels good to be a friend as well.

If there is a kind of American candy that I miss, it’s definitely Reese’s peanutbutter cups. I don’t like peanutbutter as its inventor wanted it to be enjoyed (most likely on a peanutbutter and - ew! - jelly sandwich) and I certainly don’t like that sorry, crumbly, overly sweet yet somehow strangely bitter mass that’s being sold as chocolate over there.

But man, do I love a combination of both!

My loved-ones from Kentucky sent me a little thank you card for the Christmas gifts I had sent and they sent the peanutbutter cups right along side with it. They are so good, I wanna cry. Seriously, I had forgotten just how good they taste!

I miss America.

Just when I started to feel like crying my eyes out, though, another package arrived: from my dear friend Linn from Norway. She is the most outgoing person you will ever meet. With her, even I enjoy crashing a party! She is so funny and beautiful and smart and perfect, it’s intimidating.

We met in Kentucky, she was another exchange student there that stayed in the same neighborhood I stayed in and we became best friends. We hadn’t talked in forever and she hadn’t replied to the last texts I sent her or the emails I wrote.

But today this really sweet letter arrived. She also sent a hand-made necklace with it which I love.

It’s perfect to wear in spring and summer. I was so happy to hear from her again! I honestly was afraid that she wasn’t interested in keeping in touch anymore but, apparently, - and thankfully! - I seem to have been wrong about that. Oh, and Kati is my nickname, by the way. Everybody calls me that. I actually like it better than my whole name but I just never thought of using it online.

I was so completely and entirely happy today that I actually ended up doing my French homework, although I only need it until next Tuesday. I don’t think that has ever happened before, ha!

It’s a paper on WW2, the Germans’ invasion of France. And it was not easy to write it all down in French. I’m glad I got it done. And I’m glad that I could treat myself with a handful of peantbutter cups afterwards.

Lesson of the day: having friends all over the world definitely pays of. Always.

I know, I know - I get on your nerves with Gossip Girl mentioned in every other post. It’s one of those shows, though, that doesn’t only tell a great story of interesting, loveable characters and treats you with beautiful bird’s eye view portrays of New York City every once in a while.

No, that show also plays amazing music almost carelessly in the background all the time.

And, of course, I just love it all. Go check out the following, they’re great if you’re sitting at home on a week-night and feel really not glamorous at all. Because they do bring sexy back. Or whatever.

Happily never after by Nicole Scherzinger
Believe by The Bravery
With me by Sum 41
Whatever (Folk song in C) by Elliot Smith
Guess who (Parov Stelar Remix) by Nekta
You’ll change by Machine Translations
Stripper by Soho Dolls
Raise your hand by The Lights

These make me want to grab the car keys, storm ot the door and drive straight to my favorite cocktail bar. Wait - something’s wrong here. When have I started to crave cocktails like this?

I guess it’s a good thing then that my German class has one of the semi-anual class meetings tomorrow. I’m told there’s going to be an All You Can Eat And Drink Buffet. Sounds pretty good to me! P said he was going to make cocktails which sounds even better. And since I’ll be driving, he promised to fix some non-alcoholic cocktails as well.

You really can’t expect more than that from a Wednesday night.

Picture source: here.