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hp_halloween on the computer at work, and the draft n paper is in my purse which is in Hammelburg, too. Duh!
So I had to rewrite it from memory. It's not the same, but it's 200 words and it's off to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ir4tional on time.
I just addedverseblack to my flist. *waves*
Welcome to the... well - whatever it is.
And this is yet another call for addresses. Come on, pleeeeeeeeeeeease!
Email me your addresses so I can send you christmas cards.
Gotta go to bed now. If I want to go with the parents to pick up the dog tomorrow, it's breakfast at 7.
Yuck.
I don't sleep until noon, but this? No good.
I snatched a bunch of books from the library. Donations of books we already have, or books we shouldn't have. Which means I brought home a collection of military and history literature.
My brother is now very happy, because there's some politically totally incorrect stuff that should be burnt. But I don't like book burning and I know my brother, so I have little problems giving him a book published by the Wehrmacht as motivational reading for the soldiers.
After all, he's totally not a nazi. He just likes to provoke people into betraying their lack of historical knowledge. Hint: if you ever meet my brother, do not talk about history, especially not 1933-45 or Roman empire, unless you studies this.
We're talking about a person who thinks discussions about the calendar reforms from Ancient Egypt to the Russians are suitable dinner conversations.
Which goes well with my sister.
You know, now that I think about it, there might be a reason I am considered the person of my family with whom it's easiest to get along. At least I don't go around boasting with my superior knowledge in HP fandom and the details of the Dewey Decimal System.
Anyway.
Didn't I say I need to go to bed?
Have a good night, flist!
(And for the Germans, guess the comic series: Gute Nacht da draußen, was immer ihr sein mögt.)
That quote reminds me I'm much older than I usually think I am. Also, I realise that when a new "Kuschelrock" sampler comes out and I find I know the originals to all the cover versions on there. (Kuschelrock is a series of samplers containing lovesongs or songs considered lovesongs because the melody is soft and slow. Popular with German teenage girls, and yes, I have a lot of them.)
Which reminds me: why the heck must Madonna go and cover parts of ABBA songs? If she can't think of anyhting herself anymore, it's probably time to stop.
Okay. Now I'm really going.
See, I'm gone.
Totally.
Not here anymore.
I feel like a rat on drugs.
Wheeeeee, running through the labyrinth.
hp_halloween on the computer at work, and the draft n paper is in my purse which is in Hammelburg, too. Duh!So I had to rewrite it from memory. It's not the same, but it's 200 words and it's off to
ir4tional on time.I just added
verseblack to my flist. *waves*Welcome to the... well - whatever it is.
And this is yet another call for addresses. Come on, pleeeeeeeeeeeease!
Email me your addresses so I can send you christmas cards.
Gotta go to bed now. If I want to go with the parents to pick up the dog tomorrow, it's breakfast at 7.
Yuck.
I don't sleep until noon, but this? No good.
I snatched a bunch of books from the library. Donations of books we already have, or books we shouldn't have. Which means I brought home a collection of military and history literature.
My brother is now very happy, because there's some politically totally incorrect stuff that should be burnt. But I don't like book burning and I know my brother, so I have little problems giving him a book published by the Wehrmacht as motivational reading for the soldiers.
After all, he's totally not a nazi. He just likes to provoke people into betraying their lack of historical knowledge. Hint: if you ever meet my brother, do not talk about history, especially not 1933-45 or Roman empire, unless you studies this.
We're talking about a person who thinks discussions about the calendar reforms from Ancient Egypt to the Russians are suitable dinner conversations.
Which goes well with my sister.
You know, now that I think about it, there might be a reason I am considered the person of my family with whom it's easiest to get along. At least I don't go around boasting with my superior knowledge in HP fandom and the details of the Dewey Decimal System.
Anyway.
Didn't I say I need to go to bed?
Have a good night, flist!
(And for the Germans, guess the comic series: Gute Nacht da draußen, was immer ihr sein mögt.)
That quote reminds me I'm much older than I usually think I am. Also, I realise that when a new "Kuschelrock" sampler comes out and I find I know the originals to all the cover versions on there. (Kuschelrock is a series of samplers containing lovesongs or songs considered lovesongs because the melody is soft and slow. Popular with German teenage girls, and yes, I have a lot of them.)
Which reminds me: why the heck must Madonna go and cover parts of ABBA songs? If she can't think of anyhting herself anymore, it's probably time to stop.
Okay. Now I'm really going.
See, I'm gone.
Totally.
Not here anymore.
I feel like a rat on drugs.
Wheeeeee, running through the labyrinth.
