
Sven
Wednesday morning, it is 8.26Uhr. I'm in a fairly modern room on the top floor of the modern annex of our school. His name: Schöning (I must admit not knowing the correct spelling) because it was an office building of the same publisher earlier or something.
is in this room with my English course and the course instructor. We just want to do some writing tasks, after all that's important so we know how to write the words that we speak. The question is whether we have good after three Years of English still happen, the volatile typical stupid spelling mistakes as in the beginning ...
Outside it is gray. It was pleasant after the long hot again rained, the through large windows give the room and the atmosphere somewhat melancholy gray. The pronunciation of my teacher is quite amusing as they austestet speaking again and again the differences between a high and a slightly deeper voice. If it is not [As I understand it] would be prohibited from teaching the [closed space;)] record and release it, I would like to do it. With my seat neighbors on the left, I talk briefly about the Impact of rain on hair wax or similar [-> Sticky] and that I "with something like that fortunately never had stress. I hope that he can not read what I write, because even I would find it something very strange when I am with someone about my meaningless entertain and he recorded everything directly with a pen on his checkered PRINCE A5 block. Speaking A5: I hope I get my new laptop last week. but I hate having to type out, I finish my notes here.
Thank you for your interest,
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Svensen
PS: Now swaps the person sitting next to someone different from their own experiences with basement flooding. Now they talk about the weather ...
the first time since (as it appears to me) months, I am now again in the evening at the weekend alone in my room. These are mine incense, tea and biscuits and in the background just LCD Soundsystem .
Yesterday was all in all a fun evening, which I will not comment further at this point. This morning, then against 12, we made our way to the bus stop. It was raining and we were wet. We are the way the gay companion Laura, Daniel, and I Mäx. So we drove into town. In the bus we met funny people. There was, for example, the little girl that Laura looked at from a distance of 50-10 centimeters and only estimated to comment on Laura waited to whatever. And of course, as we know it, unemployed young parents:)
What I just realized my writing style leaves something to be desired today very much and I think I'll end this blog today too early. I am now fully dedicate my Biscuits and Emopunk .
Wonderful greetings
SvensenSpontaneous ideas are always the best. All the time I had would enjoy blogging , but did not know what I could write there. Why do not I describe my day in the following ways?
The sky looks like a painting. I wake up in age to a great on a sofa, but nicely furnished living room. My head throbbed a little bit. I k omme completely under the rug out and look in my pants, lying on the floor between the coffee table and sofa, my cell phone to find the time. 9:26 shows on my cell. Crap. Even so early. No matter. I'm out, get my clothes together, get dressed and go to the kitchen. Although many visitors yesterday was there and the rather long night, my grandma has not cleaned up everything. But the air is stuffy, so open I the window, then I look out the window and before me the beautiful Sauerland is with mountains of trees under a wonderful uniform sky. From the corner of the kitchen hole I me a glass of water and my contact lenses. Then I sit down at my regular seat at the head of the table by the window and put my utensils ready. The contact lenses are used and I start to write. Meanwhile, I think that if there is a are things that I can, it is the removal of contact lenses in the state of intoxication. When writing down the first intention of the day, I notice that it would be quite nice to smoke. I turn, because on the windowsill behind me is the Stopfzeug . I take some tobacco out of Pall Mall Stopftabakdose for € 5.95 and press it carefully into the stuffing . From the adjacent big-box sleeves Giza is the dress for my first cigarette of the day. Even when I had entered the kitchen, I had searched all cigarette after cigarette, d och all have already become smoke yesterday. I generally have this habit. Whenever I sleep somewhere else, and I wake up earlier than the others, I scan everything after the first cigarette of the day, even if the something very rude.
While I was making up the cigarette, I notice that I have tobacco in your hand and remove it. I take a sip of water and then continue to write.
I hear from the cellar for my uncle typical cough, shortly thereafter, opened the cellar door and my uncle does. I toss him a nice view, but then write, as he was not there. He walks through the room and grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator. We have a brief loaded ngloses call (Me: "Why do you bist'n already awake?" He: "Why are you awake now" Me: "I am awake and could not penn '"He:" Oh, are you a ... [ mumble ]) and he goes down again. When he is in the basement, I hear again the typical for him cough.
an eyelash on the sheet. I pick up with the middle finger and blow them away, while I want something. I lean back and decide the text later on the laptop to continue writing. My MP 3 - Player Nova International sends me his ear. Unbelievable how far the technology has become ...
now back on laptop (;)) I report on. Throughout the sunny day I walk with porn glasses, shirtless and wet hair and wet swimming trunks on the terrace and do nonsense (sister gets "accidentally" suntan lotion on the tights because Said for me so was not visible, etc.). This must indeed be times, even the way I fit on Cousin and cousin to do the same thing as me, namely, only nonsense, I have to constantly remind them and get back because they always go to where they do not hindürfen. Towards evening again grilled. The sun slowly disappears and the shower sends only cold water, and the sun to dry my head is missing. Nevertheless, the temperature just right. Beer will be served. Also this evening is long, but this time without me, I go to bed at 0Uhr .