and now for a little self indulgent chatter

I'm going to start throwing things out the window. Each night a cloud of smoke (some cigar, some cigarette) rises up from the cafe below me. It's accompanied by bits of conversation I'm either too tired or too incoherent to attempt to translate but must hear until two or three in the morning. I think these people never sleep. I see why the coffee's so popular, though.
I'm in the third section of Gunter Grass's The Tin Drum and not wholly put off by it. Tiff's developed a passionate disdain for the book, but I've been impressed by its oddities. It's still disturbing, and I still don't think I could stand to read more than 5 chapters in a single setting, but it's not torture either. You'll get to hear more about that once Humanities starts up.
So, that's all my classes. Humanities, Art, German, and Culture. Quite a Liberal Arts spread, isn't it? It's strange not having a Creative Writing class or a Technical Writing class (both of which have accompanied each semester of my college career), but CW especially requires the occasional break.
I write here because I enjoy writing, not just out of habit. The itch is there, though, and always will be. I write. I may not do it well, I know I don't always do it properly, but I do it with relentless fervor. Even when I'm not writing, I find myself lost in thought about how I would describe my setting or a particular sight. Today's trip to the Dom reminded me of that. Much like you can never capture all of a cathedral on film, it's impossible to capture it in writing. I could describe the once-white, now-gray stone contrasted by the gold and glass that shine as bright as they did the day they were installed, I can describe the gargoyles and the saints, but I can't bring you there.
That's just something each of you will have to do for yourselves.
And I hope this blog is giving you the desire to do so. I like to think I'm touching some little bit of interest with these great word heaps, and not just intimidating you with volumes of reading or boring you with my incessant babble. Tonight I'm being self-indulgent, but hey, it's my blog too.
Thanks for catering to me.
I'm going to sleep now, I have a test in 10 hours. Tomorrow may be brief, but Sunday/Monday I'll have Nurnburg stories, a scavenger hunt, and maybe some fresh pictures finally uploaded (the server's still evil, but Sunday might bring about a conversion).