Micheal Ballack - Revised

Michael Ballack ist eine sehr guter Fussballspieler aus Deutschland. Er hat Fussball gespielt, wenn er jung war. Er war sehr gut. Er hat für die Kinderliga gespielt, als er zehn Jahre alt war. einen Mittelfeldspieler seine Mannschaft. Seine Mannschaft war sehr gut, weil sie oft die Meisterschaft gewonnen. Im 1986 er hat seine Mannschaft zum Seig Meisterschaft geführt. Es war eine sehr schwierig Spiel. NAch der estern Halbzeit, war seine Mannschaft verlierend 2-0. Aber der Spiel war nicht geendet! In der zweiten Halfte hat Michael Ballack zwei Ziele und eine Vorlage gemacht. Michael Ballack war der Mann vom Spiel.

Blog Drei: Meinen Urlaub

Ich habe einen lange Urlaub! Ich werde nach Deutschland reisen! Ich werde Frankfurt besuchen! In Frankfurt, ich würde zu Fussballspiele gehen! Da würde ich viel Bier trinken und für Eintracht Frankfurt erfreuen! Ich würde einen neues Trikot und mehr Frankfurt Bund-dinge kaufen. Später, würde ich St. Paul's Kirche besuchen. Ich würde auch die Sehenswürdigkeiten anschauen. Vielleicht würde ich nach Bad Soden gehen. Ich würde da essen. Vielleicht würde ich mehr machen aber ich nicht wieß! Das würde meinen Urlaub sein!

Blog Zwei: Meine typisch Woche

Eine normale Woche für mich is nicht sehr interessant. Am Montags, Mittwochs, und Freitags have ich vier Kurse. Ich habe "American Political Thought", "Populations and Change", Deutsch, und "Major Foreign Governments: Europe". Ich finde diese Kurse sehr interessant. Am Dienstags und Donnerstags habe ich "Macroeconomics" und Anthropologie. Ich finde diese Kurse nicht sehr interessant. Ganz Abends habe ich arbeite, aber nicht alles. Manchmal habe ich frei-tag, dann ich viel spass konnen habe. Vielleicht spiele ich Fussball, wann ich freizeit habe. Andere Zeit spiele ich XBox 360. Ich schreibe meine Hausaufgaben auch bevor ich Spasszeit habe. Das is eine typisch Woche für mich.

Michael Ballack

Eine Biographie für Deutsch: Michael Ballack

Michael Ballack is seht gut Fussballspieler aus Deutschland. Er hat Fussball um jugendlich Alt gespielt. Er war sehr gut. Er hat für Kinderliga gespielt, wenn er zehn Jahr Alt war. Er war Spitzetorjäger für seine Mannschaft. Seine Mannschaft war seht gut, weil sie oft die Meisterschaft gewonnen. Im 1986, um zehn Jahr Alt, Michael Ballack hat seine Mannschaft in die Meisterschaft den Seig geführt. Es war sehr schwierig Spiel. Um Halbzeit, seine Mannschaft war verlierend 2-0. Aber, Der Spiel war nicht getan! In der zwieten Hälfte Michael Ballack hat zwei Ziele unde eine Vorlage gemacht. Michael Ballack war Der Mann von Der Spiel.

Deutsch Extra Credit!!!

I was told putting this in my blog would help earn extra credit. So here goes....


1.Haben Sie eine Waschmachine?
- Nein, ich habe nicht nur Waschmachine, sondern auch ice habe einen Trockner!

2.Haben Sie ein Haustier?
- Nein, ich habe keine Haustier, aber iche habe einen Bruder.

3.Haben Sie einen Sportwagen?
- Nein, ich habe keinen Sportwagen, aber ich habe einen Lastwagen.

4.Haben Sie ein Mountainbike?
- Nein, ich habe kein Mountainbike, aber ich habe einen Roller.

5.Spielen Sie gern Schach?
- Ich speile nicht nur Schach, sondern auch Fussball!

6.Sehen Sie viel Fussball im Fernsehen?
-Ich segen nicht nur Fussball im Ferhsehen, sondern auch sehe ich viel Hockey.

7.Sehen Sie oft fern?
- Nein, ich sehe nicht of fern, aber ich spiele viel Computerspiele.

8.Spielen Sie Curling gern?
- Ich speile nicht nur Curling gern, sondern auch ich traniere fur die Olympiade!!!

Where are the Bunsen Burner's and Schematics?

I've come to the great realization that I should look at my syllabi more often. Not that I'm terribly behind (that I know of) but it just helps. For example, I'm sitting here in language lab with an oral project overdue and another German blog to write, and yet I'm writing this one instead. This stems from my over-ability to let most things like class work and women's subtile hints to pass me by without notice, much in the same brilliant way that Sherlock Holmes doesn't not (suck it grammar!) notice.

However, despite my general lack of my surroundings that I either don't care for or that come from other humans there is one thing I have noticed. This is a language LAB, yet there are no real things in here to suggest Lab-like qualities. In one way, this place is not an overly happy place always looking to please you, constantly interrupting your serious moments, and needing to be walked every day at 5 in the damn morning. On there other hand, there are no Bunsen Burner's or Schematics. I think it we made this place look a little more lab-ish it might enhance its appeal to a staggering tolerable.

We might want to consider having the workers dress up in lab coats and carry clipboards for starters. Then, after we've found some insanely, highly illogical, but awesome reason to justify that, we can upgrade our lab. We can get a whole array of glass containers and fill them with liquids of different colors that will explode or create poison gas when you mix them. That'll make this place a hazardous work environment and all the more fun because danger = fun.

We're going to make an awesome lab, not a lame one, so logically we won't include anything that normally comes in a lab that doesn't have the ability to explode, create poison gas, cut, boil over, bludgeon, or do any other kind of harmful thing. Plastic eye glasses? Not in the budget. Trinitrotoluene? You bet. Safety gloves? Who needs 'em? Arsenic. Yes please.

Anyway, those are just some ideas for an awesome lab. Right now I'm stuck with computers and people who don't understand the concept of "gain" on a microphone. None of this is helping the fact that today is in fact Mardi Gras and I'm somehow NOT on the road to New Orleans for the night. Lame. As. Shit. There's no party like Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and now that the Saints have won the Super Bowl, I can't even imagine. Yet as fate would have it, here I am, in deep East Texas, in a computer lab, attempting to put off my German until sometime later.

Allow me to give you some insight as to how Texans celebrate Mardi Gras, and how they've bastardized an otherwise great holiday. I've been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It was the single greatest parade and party I've ever been to, and I didn't even hit up the French Quarter which is where everyone gets the stereotypical girls gone wild Mardi Gras images. However, if I wanted to, I could have just walked on over to it and joined in. I later, much later, went to Mardi Gras in Galveston, Texas. Much like the Mardi Gras in New Orleans people tended to separate themselves based on if they wanted to have the "Family Friendly" Mardi Gras or the "Party Hearty" Mardi Gras. The only, immensely detestable, horridly shocking, completely insulting difference was that in order for my crew and I to get into the "party" we had to pay $20 to go through a gate. What is that? Oh how I longed for home. Texas likes to brag about how it does everything bigger and better, well not this time Texas. You royally screwed up on this one. If you ever plan on going to Mardi Gras, leave whatever state you're in and fly, drive, hitchhike, or walk your ass to Louisiana and get a real taste of Mardi Gras.

This all didn't stop me from celebrating the great tradition of Mardi Gras though. Had an awesome party this weekend to commemorate Mardi Gras this year. My folks came up and helped boil crawfish and my friends and I had a great big feast followed by a party at my place filled with beads, king cake, and music. It was a far cry from the real thing, but we all enjoyed it immensely.

In sports, Eintracht Frankfurt won this weekend in a 2-1 victory over SC Freiburg. That puts us at 7th with 34 points on the table and a goal differential of zero. Let's keep it up Eagles!



Bon Mardi Gras.

Who 'Dat?

Well it's finally happened. After 40+ years of waiting the city of New Orleans finally has a Super Bowl Champion team. What a game. Of course this happened last Sunday, since then I haven't found the words to express my joy. I still haven't found those words but I figured it was time to write. It was a healthy 31-17 victory over the Colts and Peyton Manning, who consequently threw the pick that screwed his team over. So to all of that I have only one thing to say... Who 'Dat sey dey gonna beat dem Saints? Who 'Dat? Who 'Dat?

A Walking Biological Weapon

Well, not really. But, I do have Staph Infection. Fun. First one.

It started out just looking like a bite from perhaps a spider or some other creature bent on it's own annoying survival around last Tuesday. It progressed much like a normal bite would, it became a bump with a small red circle around it, then a large bump with a large red circle around it (I was beginning to see a pattern). Thursday night, having no idea what this damn thing was, I decided it might be a good idea to go to the ER, as pain was beginning to resonate from the area every time I moved my hand or a sleeve over it. So the journey began.

It was about an hour wait in the ER before I was called back (I wasn't expecting a record time in treatment). There I was on a bed for about another thirty minutes. The doctor came, left, and then after about another forty minutes a nurse came and gave me medicine and said I was good to go. In total, excluding my friends who escorted me there out of boredom, I probably talked to another human for a total of four minutes.

I got back to my place around 3:30 am. Fatigued for class the next day? That's a yes. I made use of the time I had by sleeping in, which is something that doctors need to prescribe more often. To celebrate my little odd looking infection on my arm, I went that night to go see Zombieland with some friends at the dollar theater on campus, as it was only appropriate to watch a zombie movie with a zombie-ish looking infection. After that it was once again time to pass out, to which I promptly did.

Saturday consisted of prepping for a party at my place to celebrate the Saints actually having won a Championship game in ever. Andrew and I went out all day getting supplies like food, alcohol, and even commandeered our friends Rock Band 1&2 plus The Beatles Rock band. The stage was set, an awesome party was about to ensue. And then it didn't. Most people who said they would show up, did not. Their excuses? My friend came into town (ok, I can see that, somewhat), I feel asleep (ok now we're pushing the understanding here), and I'm depressed (really? really?). Parties are great to go to if you're depressed, they let you vent some steam, and focus your mind on things that aren't depressing, like partying!

Putting aside having food for 40 people and only getting, at one time, seven, and only eight in total showing up, the party didn't completely crash. Most of the time was spent playing Rock Band and its sequels. Then a quick listen to the comedian Dan Cummins (look him up) and a game of kings. Kings is a drinking game, I was on meds, bad decisions were made. I didn't drink alot, I only had two mixers, so I figured the effects would be light a generally looked over.

When the party ended Andrew and I bounced to a party at Kris's where I played Beer Dodgeball (upon request I will make a blog of the rules), also a drinking game. I downed two beers there. My mixers were fairly close together with about an hour and a half break to the two beers which were equally close. Over time I drank that much in a total of about 6 hours.

That night, nobody was ready for it. I got home feeling fine enough, in fact so fine I didn't even feel buzzed. But deep within my intestines and other insides that do stuff for my survival, a storm was brewing. I had to take more meds before going to bed so I did. I wasn't able to sleep at all. Over the course of the night, I threw up six times, my lower back began to hurt like it does when you get sick, and I received a slight sinus headache. At best I was able to rest for 2 hours. Sunday was spent not eating (probably the most horrid tragedy of this story yet), going back to the ER to confirm my infection as Staph and not a whack ass spider bite, and sleeping. NyQuil helped me get some rest and cover my back aches and high temperature.

All of this still does not explain my urge to jump at people and rub my arm on them (where the staph infection is), or the desire to freak out my hypochondriac roommate. I keep telling him its the Anthrax, not the Staph, he needs to worry about.

On one last note, I'm not sure if its the meds or because my imagination is awesome, but I've been experiencing some whack ass dreams.

Nummer Eins - Ein Deutscher Anlasser

Hallo! Ich heiße Blaise. Ich bin ein Student an der Uni Stephen F. Austin State Universität. Ich studiere Politikwissenschaft. Ich komme aus Houston, Texas und ich bin dreiundzwangig Jahre alt. Ich liebe Fußball speilen! Ich bin Eintracht Frankfurt-Fan. Ich koche nicht so gern. Ich habe einen Bruder. Er heißt Tyler. Meinen Vater heißt Allen und meine Mutter heißt Evelyn. Wir sind aus Louisiana, originell. Ich möchte in Louisiana später wohnen.

Go Marching In

The Saints are going to the Super Bowl. WHO 'DAT?

I've been a Saints fan since as far back as I can remember. We used to be known as the team anybody would want to play, simply because everyone could half ass it and still beat us. Not anymore, this past season The Saints were considered one of the best teams in the NFL. For people like me, we're finally getting what we wanted, a trip to the big one.

However, on this joyous occasion, it brings to mind a few things I don't like about the NFL.

Firstly, here in America people tend to call the winner of the Super Bowl the "World Champion." On what world level did they compete? At least sports like Hockey and Baseball include some teams in Canada, but the most the NFL does in any kind of "worldly" sense is host one game over in London. There are (that I know of) European and Canadian leagues, and though I know they would never stand a chance at beating even the worst of America teams, to be able to call yourself World Champion you would have to at least play these teams. I'm just saying.


On Sunday, I watched the Saints almost lose to the Vikings (which probably would have been the outcome if the game was longer). The Saints held off the Vikings and took the game into overtime. What happened next blew my mind. The referee explained the overtime rules of the NFL to each team captain. The rules were that the first team to score was the winner. In what way does this reflect any of the hard work put into this game (or any other for that matter) by either team? The Saints marched down the field and kicked a 40+ yard (very impressive I might add) field goal to win the game 31-28. Don't get me wrong, I love the outcome, but at the same time, it was all just anti-climatic.

College football rules on overtime are slightly better, but not really. Each team gets the ball to start on the opponents 25 yard line. They then attempt to score. When each team has been given its chance, the team who gained the most points wins. If it is still tied, the game continues with these overtime rules until a winner is reached.

What I don't get is why is it so hard to just play another freakin' two quarters of football, maybe even at a reduced time (say 7:30, half of an original quarter) and declare a winner at the end of that. That way each team has a fair chance to win the game based on the original rules in which the game was written. Simple. Then maybe, MAYBE, at the end of those two quarters if no winner is determined they can move to the shootout style of the college system... maybe.

All in all, GEAUX SAINTS!!!

Introductory Rites

Since this is my first blog, I figured I'd explain a little bit about not only myself but the reason I'm actually doing this thing. Firstly, this is a blog for my German class, hence the German name. No I'm not from Germany. Yes I am part German. No I'm not from an area of the United States known for it's heavy German population. I'm from a small town called Gonzales, Louisiana, it's right outside of Baton Rouge...kinda.

Our professor, Dr. Stoehr, decided on having us do blogs this semester as part of our German class, so this blog will be written partly in English (as I intend to keep it after the class) and partly in German, perhaps with an English translation for those who saw the practicality in taking Spanish.

A bit about myself, I'm the kind of guy who can light up a room just by flicking a switch (thank you Unknown for that quote). Generally, I'm one of those consistently quiet until you know me kind of guys. I'm also one hell of a sarcastic s.o.b. so maybe you don't want to get to know me. I love Football, the European kind. Don't get me wrong I love the American stuff too, being American and all, but the European kind (Soccer as the States call it) is just a different kind of game.

I love to talk about things nobody wants to ever talk about, politics and religion. The reason I like these topics is best summed up like this: The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated. -Oscar Wilde

I find that the more I debate people on these two topics, the more I find people to be... whats the word? Stupid? Yes. Uneducated, stupid, ideological, etc. Speaking of politics though, it must be mentioned that I'm a Political Science major and that I plan to live in a box with the piece of paper that is my degree continually cursing the masses of voters who choose not to learn.

Moving on, I believe I need to suffice an explanation to my America readers (whoever you may be) about the name of my blog, why you can't read it, and why Google Translate won't help you. The name of it is in fact German (fancy that). It means "The Eagles Fan." For all of you holier than thou Dallas Cowboys fans, my blogs name is in no way a reference to a game played quite like rugby but with less action and more pads, the team that plays that game, the league they play in, or anything in this Hemisphere for that matter. The name derives itself from the Football (Soccer, yanks) team Eintracht Frankfurt. One of their nicknames is "The Eagles." So that is my explanation for that. You could not (until very recently) read it because you've probably never taken a German class. In fact, you probably still can't read it, you can just associate the image it is with it's meaning in English. You might also believe (depending on if you're a history major or not) that America officially kicked Germany's ass in two wars. You may also view Germans as rigid, angry, beer drinkers who generally hate other people. Should these be your views, I invite you to enroll yourself in your nearest high school and finish your education. Then maybe you can go to college, but maybe not. Google Translate won't help you because... well it just won't. I believe that's settled.

Anyway, like I said this is the first time I've ever done this, so we'll see how it goes.