Full House

Well, I've met everyone in my suite now. Tommy came back last night, making Vor der Grieb 1, floor 2 totally full. Tommy, Markl, Franz, Sophie, and I stayed up last night until around midnight talking to each other. Conversation was limited to most of the basic "where are you from," "what do you study," "what's your family like," at first, but as we got to know eachother we got a little livelier. Sophie, being French, had an involved discussion with Markl about the differences in Brie and Camembert (Thanks Tiff for spelling that one for me). We all switched between German and English a lot, sometimes midsentence. Sophie's English is better than her German, but her German's still a lot better than mine. She's had 7 years of it, I think she said. She and Franz also spoke in a little French, mainly b/c Franz had been to Quebec recently and supposedly absorbed a bit there.
French will always just baffle me, and occasionally make my head hurt, but it's one more language in our little multicultural pot here.
Oh, and nobody here eats peanut butter, and the thought of ruining their jelly with it made them all cringe.
I was supposed to be finishing up my Art journal yesterday so I could turn it into class today. With all that excitement, it didn't happen. I'll get it done by one.