penultimate day, part dos
Were getting ready, Oktoberfest tonight. We get ready in a hurry and leave in a hurry. Two becomes four as we hit stop one and at stop two, four becomes a lot more. Smaller than a party but larger than a social gathering. Drunk German teenagers, I think I’ll fit in ok. I speak to most people and get along with them too. I try my hardest to speak German, Rahel is impressed. With a combination...
I hope that show about the galaxy is on bbc iplayer when i get back to England If I’ve missed it I’m going to be so bummed.
fuck-it-and-see: fantabulouss: fuck-it-and-see: family antics. You chucked him on the sofa yeah… Being chucked on the sofa is nothing, when I was a kid my dad used to hang me over the stairwell by my ankles and then loosen his grip so I freaked out, thinking I was about to fall. He thought it was funny.
you know when you follow a really good blog and your dash is just filled with wonderful things and you want to reblog it all but you can’t because it will make you seem like a creep and it will spam your followers with stuff well that is me no ok apologies
huliancasaderpas: so i heard this hilarious joke on tv today it said please welcome fashion expert nicki minaj
german radios play a really weird collection of music it’s brill
penultimate day, part uno
I’m excited, I love ice skating. En route to the rink, with two friends of Rahel and I feel a bit sick, brilliant. I hope it doesn’t last. I remind myself of Bambi when I get on the ice, I don’t trust my feet and my legs feel like jelly. I’m slow, it takes me a while to gain my confidence and just as I think I’m going ok, I fall. I get up quick and carry on, slower...
an evening and a morning.
Her brothers are lovely, gorgeous too - her entirely family is though. Their German is far too quick for me, I understand bits, not much but enough to grasp the conversation before it takes a different path. I don’t contribute much, only when spoken to directly. They laugh a lot, it’s clear they’re close, they remind me of my family back home. There’s chocolate,...
You know, I’m not entirely sure yet but very funny. thesilentalarm replied to your post: living for the day affter tomorrow. The end of the world kind or sunday ?
the second day.
A shit nights sleep. The film goes over at one and it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep. Rahel’s phone rings at two, mine at two thirty and hers again at three. I wake up on all three occasions. I wake at five thirty for no reason and again at eleven when the alarm rings. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open. Breakfast, shower and ready, we catch the bus at one; a single...
When you see an attractive person that you would...
living for the day after tomorrow.