i'm a punk, i'm a lover, and i wear urban decay... lalala. how does it go? i'm a sinner i'm a saint, and i am not ashamed. so. now you know...
for easter, and to give them a nice surprise, i made easter nests for my host family. around midnight, i got up to go to the kitchen and boil eggs i was going to color red with easter egg color my mom (real) had sent me. (may be austrian, i don't know... what do you guys do for easter? easter egg color is powder you dissolve in water with two spoons of vinegar. and then you plop the egg in the color; wait a minute, you don't plop the egg, you lower it carefully, and then you wait... four minutes, at the least, and then you take it out, carefully, and then you wait for it to dry, and then you cover it in butter, to make it shine, and then you put it in a small basket, and then you add chocolates...) anyway, when i got up to do all that, my host dad surprised me by opening his bedroom door (where i was standing in front of) and switching on the light. he had heard some noise, but as it had been very unusual, not the noise of someone creeping on the hallway but more of a cat, and the cat is apparently not allowed on the hallway, he had to look if everything's allright. maybe he had heard the sound the easterbunny makes when he creeps down hallways?? i don't know... maybe it's my indian blood that i don't make the noise of a person creeping down the hallway but that of a cat... (and i mean, what am i, a cat or a person??) they had a nice surprise, though, in the morning. i think. thinking of it, does that mean, if a burglar wanted to steal anything, he better make the sound of someone creeping down the hallway, more familiar to the ears of my hostdad than the sounds of a cat? is a cat that dangerous? i like cats... but i like cows jumping over moons, too!
i'm sitting here in the lemon tree, with my harp and some english tea...
the weather's really nice and i don't want to stay inside for too long. just wanted to wish everyone a happy easter and i'm going to tell you of my first french easter later!
what is it with walt disney? somehow, the older i get, i start thinking of the man behind the stories... i'm reading lots of comics here, and donald duck stuff too. what are the constellations supposed to be?! i mean, donald has three nephews, all of the same age, and is the fiancé of daisy, who has three nieces, all of the same age, who goes out with other ducks/geese or whatever too, though. why do they all have nephews and nieces, but no children? too much sex for mister disney? but where do they freaking come from, then? broken homes? because since they're the nephews and nieces, they must come from the brothers or sisters of donald or daisy, and then there must be a reason why they're not with their parents but with their aunt or uncle... and don't get me started on mickey mouse!
I don't know, somehow i find hugs more sincere. i mean, you can really show how much you like someone. as with kisses, everyone kisses everyone, or at least the girls have to kiss everyone and the boys just the girls. i mean, it's also sometimes to exclude someone from a group. and i don't know how to make those zwtsch zwtsch sounds yet. comme c'est dure la vie... :-)
i've noticed that i write smaller stuff that i think the recipients might understand in french. that is to say, in e-mails and on the blog. did Agatha Christie speak french? if yes, i suspect her of having invented Hercule Poirot for the sole reason of being able to brag with her french in her novels. (my german teacher would attest her some deficiency problem, picked up in early childhood and not enough motherly love or something)
you know, when you're singing a song, all day long, and can't get it out of your head, you've picked it up somewhere, wherever, (n'importe où) just a little piece, maybe only three notes, but they stick, oh yes. they stay. and are not leaving for a while... so, this is called "ohrwurm" in german, and i think there might be a english word, "earworm", but i'm not sure. in french one just says i've got a song in my head, j'ai une chanson dans ma tête. well, right now, i don't have just one song in my head, i have about six... all at the same time. imagine this: i'm a bitch/sitting in a lemon tree/the only one that i have ever known/wake me up, when september comes. das ist der perfekte ta-ag dafuer. and then, as if that wasn't enough, a jazz tune...
enfin! it's spring! baa, that's so good... i abolutely love spring! and i can actually smell it! (and no, it's not the dog... i hope they will able to wash him soon...) you know, when you can just take a walk after school, and smell the freshly cut hay, when you can look up in the sky and see... the sky, aucune nuage (no clouds), but still, the sky isn't empty, it's filled with colors, light... it simply makes you smile! (or maybe just me, i don't know...)
so. hi there. the snow is melting, everything's really wet, and as it had snowed reaaally much there is now a looot of water and the ground is veeery soggy. i went rowing yesterday, and it was really warm, and so i wore just my t shirt, no pullover, no jacket, no special rowing gloves, no special rowing protection as i did only three days earlier. and what's best: j'ai pris de couleur! or something like that. i bronzed a little bit. the rowing club i go to here is rather huge, unlike the one i go to in austria. and the river i row on is not frozen... there are lots of people here everytime i come, and i really like that, you kow, rowing actually as a sport, with looots of people. can't change the frozen river, though.
aaanyway, might be taking "step" classes also. looking forward to that. the danish girl who i met told me about that; she's really nice. talks a lot, laughs a lot. just the right company for me.
lalalalala, lalalalaaalala. :-)
I dropped peace some time ago, lost it some where along the way. It got so heavy, so I sat down and rested, and suddenly two men jumped out of a jeep and took it. I don't know what they are going to do with it, maybe first torture it and then eat it or something. I had no use for it anyway. So it's not all too bad, just one burden less to carry. It's so hot today anyway. Do you have some water for me?
i mean, g-sus... they have gas for heating here. just that, right now, they don't have any gas. which is happening at a reeeeally bad time thinking of how it is reeeally cold and everything. my dad gave me the tip to warm up my pillow next to the stove (my real dad, not my host dad, so to say) and i'm warming up my pyjamas too.
somehow my english teacher really irritated me today at school, and i was flustered and stressed out the whole day. after the first lesson, i asked him if i could read books and stuff instead, because the class is much too easy for me. he agreed and even gave me some books. today, during the lesson, he said "i want to talk to you at the end of the lesson" in this "i'm really irritated with you"-voice. so i went to talk to him, and he told me that he could absolutely not allow me reading books, and that i was to "attend the class like the other kids". or something like that. i really fear that my english will be soooo bad by summer... like, they learned today "for" and "since". i asked him if i he could give me something harder, but he just went on (i think he actually had this practiced) with "you must attend this class and i will test you like the other pupils" (and imagine a french accent). i was like, yeah, whatever, thinking, fuck you, who are you to tell me that any way? because i actually was wanting to talk to my french teacher whom i didn't want to miss. the english teacher is one of those weak teachers who can't control the class, and i think he was either just testing me or coming back at me for the other students, because he maybe thinks i'm weaker or i'm not from here or i don't know what.
but he is SO WRONG!