About 20 hours of my Saturday
Oct. 2nd, 2004 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthAs I couldn't find free webspace from a provider I liked, I decided to just kick most pictures off the page we currently use and create an account with photobucket instead. So now all the guys from the club can find a link to that and the read-only password on the homepage, and I won't have a lot of trouble to put up new pics, take down old and so on.
I think I forgot to update some links, but that can wait until tomorrow. It isn't as if the site gets much traffic anyway, it's just that my Mom wanted to have it. And she is the one to say only men need to have their toys!
This morning, Mom and I went to something that was announced as a farmers' market. It was just the regular stands, but the announcement had drawn a ton of people. As I carried all the stuff we bought, I was really tired of having people run into me when we finally decided to head back to the car.
I checked some stores to see if I could find some boots. But I need ones with shoe-laces and, for the sake of putting them on quickly, a zipper, and that seems to be not in fashion and therefore unavailable this year.
Pity. I was actually willing to wear skirts this winter, but without boots that's not going to happen very often.
I discovered I had much more money than I thought, due to the fact that it's October already. That was a nice surprise, especially as I saw some nice clothes in stores.
Then I worked on the homepage thing until my brother claimed the computer and I had to move upstairs to the one in my room. It doesn't have all the programs I need.
OK, And I was tired of meddling with the page, finding after each time I upload it that I missed something.
Out of curiosity, I made myself a CD puzzle. Took a CD-ROM that had some advertisement and broke it.
Then collected the pieces and put it back together.
And I have learnt some valuable lessons.
CDs are hard to break.
When they break, the pieces fly all over the room. They can be pointy and sharp.
Some pieces are very, very small.
No walking around barefoot in the near future unless I'm sure I cleaned the floor.
But it looks kind of interesting. Should glue it to some surface, shiny side up, and do something with it.
Today and on Sunday there's a show on VIVA, Sounds and Styles or something. I don't know what the fashion part is going to be, but as to music, there's a certain British gentleman showing up. *jumping up and down*
Now I need to get my family to watch it. Chances are low tonight, but tomorrow afternoon my parents aren't home and my brother will hopefully play Age of Empires and leave me alone.
I need to get a haircut before my interview. And figure out what to wear.
And find out where I actually have to go.
Weird dream of last night:
I dreamt I was a German Jew in Third Reich, and trapped with two others in a barn, and the SS or whoever was outside set it on fire.
But before I woke up we had found an exit. I just don't know if we got away.
I think the fire thing was due to the fact that today was the first Saturday in October, when people are allowed to burn stuff in their gardens. And they do that - a lot. It always looks as if half the countryside is burning, and there is the smell of burning wood going everywhere. I suppose that entered my dreams. But why it wasn't just a nice campfire dream I don't know.
Though probably something to do with watching too much Hogan's Heros for years and the fact that I might be working in Hammelburg. That would explain the Third Reich.
Funny, though. I wasn't scared. You'd think that this is kind of terrifying, but it wasn't. But then, if you really are in a situation like this, you don't have time for fear.
Sidenote: I am becoming partial to my Bernd das Brot icon.
I think I forgot to update some links, but that can wait until tomorrow. It isn't as if the site gets much traffic anyway, it's just that my Mom wanted to have it. And she is the one to say only men need to have their toys!
This morning, Mom and I went to something that was announced as a farmers' market. It was just the regular stands, but the announcement had drawn a ton of people. As I carried all the stuff we bought, I was really tired of having people run into me when we finally decided to head back to the car.
I checked some stores to see if I could find some boots. But I need ones with shoe-laces and, for the sake of putting them on quickly, a zipper, and that seems to be not in fashion and therefore unavailable this year.
Pity. I was actually willing to wear skirts this winter, but without boots that's not going to happen very often.
I discovered I had much more money than I thought, due to the fact that it's October already. That was a nice surprise, especially as I saw some nice clothes in stores.
Then I worked on the homepage thing until my brother claimed the computer and I had to move upstairs to the one in my room. It doesn't have all the programs I need.
OK, And I was tired of meddling with the page, finding after each time I upload it that I missed something.
Out of curiosity, I made myself a CD puzzle. Took a CD-ROM that had some advertisement and broke it.
Then collected the pieces and put it back together.
And I have learnt some valuable lessons.
CDs are hard to break.
When they break, the pieces fly all over the room. They can be pointy and sharp.
Some pieces are very, very small.
No walking around barefoot in the near future unless I'm sure I cleaned the floor.
But it looks kind of interesting. Should glue it to some surface, shiny side up, and do something with it.
Today and on Sunday there's a show on VIVA, Sounds and Styles or something. I don't know what the fashion part is going to be, but as to music, there's a certain British gentleman showing up. *jumping up and down*
Now I need to get my family to watch it. Chances are low tonight, but tomorrow afternoon my parents aren't home and my brother will hopefully play Age of Empires and leave me alone.
I need to get a haircut before my interview. And figure out what to wear.
And find out where I actually have to go.
Weird dream of last night:
I dreamt I was a German Jew in Third Reich, and trapped with two others in a barn, and the SS or whoever was outside set it on fire.
But before I woke up we had found an exit. I just don't know if we got away.
I think the fire thing was due to the fact that today was the first Saturday in October, when people are allowed to burn stuff in their gardens. And they do that - a lot. It always looks as if half the countryside is burning, and there is the smell of burning wood going everywhere. I suppose that entered my dreams. But why it wasn't just a nice campfire dream I don't know.
Though probably something to do with watching too much Hogan's Heros for years and the fact that I might be working in Hammelburg. That would explain the Third Reich.
Funny, though. I wasn't scared. You'd think that this is kind of terrifying, but it wasn't. But then, if you really are in a situation like this, you don't have time for fear.
Sidenote: I am becoming partial to my Bernd das Brot icon.
