Currently listening to: My mother's snoring on the sofa So, what did I say to you again? Oh, I tried to tell you of my Norwegian exam! We were meant to deliver a short story, based on some text, and then to work on our short story all day. I'm very proud of mine. It was about a shy, intelligent, male librarian that had secretely fallen in love with a girl, Miriam, that stopped by now and then to discuss french philosophy . In the end, he managed to get her phone number, and he finally deared to leave a message on her answering machine, but alas, he had to travel to Paris, so he also left a message begging if she could call him on his mobile phone. So the short story is mostly about the guy, sitting in the appartment in Paris, waiting, thinking. "Will the love of my life call? Will she not? She must! Abelard had his Cosette, Romeo had his Juliet, Marius had his Cosette. I must have my Miriam!" etc., etc., you get my drift And, in the sad end, the reader is informed that "far away, in the capital of Norway, in a small apartment flowing with French books, was a sweet girl called Miriam just murdered by her jealous boyfriend". I seemed to shock everybody with that ending "Gosh! Like, I thought she was going to call the bloke or somethin'!" I'm actually very proud of the story - I wrote about feelings and love, which I very seldom do, but I still didn't think it was so bad ! But what of importance is my thoughts, the teacher will probably hate it anyway. Perhaps I'll try to translate it to English sometime and mail it to you! You? A greebo? Oh! How ignorant people can be ignorant . Makes one a bit ashamed oneself, doesn't it. BTW, someone mentioned that a certain West End show, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang had a small mentioning on 'Have I Got News For You', but no one will tell me what it was . Do you recall any of such a mentioning? What I day dream about? Oh, such a question . I dream of many things. Anything from flying to decapitating some previous class mates Why, what do you day dream about? There, I don't think I violated any rules with this posting. Perhaps I better stop before I do (and anyway, I'm about to eat tacos )
"The prospect of a long day at the beach makes me panic. There is no harder work I can think of than taking myself off to somewhere pleasant, where I am forced to stay for hours and 'have fun'." -Phillip Lopate Currently listening to: Auf Weidersein Pet, I'm not watching it. Just listening to the dialogue. Too much radio, that's the problem . I'm unused to watching all these magic moving images from satan !! Well as you never got around to guessing I'm going to tell you where I went. I went to the seaside. Before the trip to the seaside: I love the sea!! Yay for the sea!! I'm gonna enjoy myself so much!! After the trip to the seaside: Bl**dy sea, think's it's so big. Stupid sun, I hate you so much. I got horribly sunburnt on the tops of my arms (the underside is as white as a sows belly) and nose. So I now look like this: I would say that I looked like a strawberry split ! Somthing really funny did happen though. We parked up by the sea and went to look at the beach, it looked ok so we decided to pay the 拢1.40 for the privilage of driving the car onto the beach. We were given a ticket and I held it. I looked at it and absently said to my Dad, 'Oh look, it says that this beach is a certified nature reserve' not looking properly at what it said. My Dad drove me and my Mum down to the very end of the beach where most of the people seemed to be going. We stopped and read this sign that was posted. 'From this point on it is allowed for naturists to practice', ok we were shocked to say the least but when a stark naked man walked in front of the car and gave us a friendly wave, I have never seen someone reverse so quickly as my Dad did just then. As we drove back down the beach in a stunned silence, my Dad said 'Natalie. are you sure it said. nature. reserve?' I looked at the ticket and it said 'Designated Naturist Area, Far end West Beach as signposted.' I slid down in my seat and wet myself laughing. Besides that; My Mum spent the entire time collecting uninteresting pebbles and driftwood, My Dad spent the entire time encouraging my Mum to collect uninteresting pebbles and driftwood and beating me up ( I always fight back but he always ends up making me cry and look like an idiot)and casting worried glances down the beach in the naturist's direction , I spent the entire time being made to collect uninteresting pebbles and driftwood. My parents refuse to fork out for that sort of thing for the garden . The only plus side was that I felt really froody in my new t-shirt, trousers (ok, I know it was the beach but they were new), socks and shoes We also saw a woman and her son crabbing with a whole chicken They attacted a whole chicken to the end of a crab line and were catching crabs with it. That was weird because you usually put a little peice of bacon on the end, a whole chicken? Now that is weird !! Ahh, a guest Eenvoudige Trouwjurken said somthing about someone (probably Tony Blair) looking like the child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang. I think that was what you were tallking about. Your story sounds really good! Please do translate it and e-mail it to me, honestly, I want to read it! Hmm, what do I day dream about? Err, I dunno Oh wait, Hannibal Lecter, maiming two certain treacherous friends who lied to me yesterday with blatant carelessness and selfishness towards everyone but themselves (ahem), Anthony Hopkins, Chocolate, Hannibal, Anthony Hopkins, me as an attractive person and err, Anthony Hopkins . Thankgod someone else understands me! I am not a greebo, that's a social status and I don't believe in social status'. Our family isn't famous for our athletic accomplishments - myself, I don't find bike rides that rewarding. Yes, of course I'm meant to use my red, rusty bike when I travel to school every day (I do not, though I persuaded my mother to drive me each day), but I just isn't fit. I rather like getting driven, or I'll hitch a ride on Tine's moped, or if everything else fails; I'll walk. Oh, I've made a discovery concerning my little furry companion, Roosta. I was about to clean his cage the other day, and I like to listen to the radio while I do it, so I turned it on, and James Brown's "I Feel Good" was on . Suddenly Roosta leaps out of his little house, goes to its roof, and starts making rythmic movements along to the music. You know, small punches in the air, etc., He continued doing this all the while the song was playing, and scuttered back to his hiding place when it was over. I and Sheila have now giving him the title, "Roosta: The GodHamster of Soul" I'm not sure why he reacted to the song, perhaps it was the particular bass frequens or something (of course I have no idea what I'm talking about) I think my weird behaviour have suddenly left their mark on my pets A Norwegian channel is sending another season of Buffy; The Vampire Slayer I'm not sure what to think yet. I was a big fan of this the last season, but this season . (This is where she has just started on College or somethin') Was she so "blonde" before? So shallow? Was it the same, dull, mindless humour nack then? It's suddenly not so appealing Maybe it's because I don't like the broadcasting of cruelty to other vampires. Though I am relieved Spike is back. Even Giles . There you got me: Slap a British accent on any male actor in an American serie, and you've trapped me. Because them two are, believe it or not, my favourite characters there. . It's baking hot here. A class mate, Siri, invited me on a refreshing swim in the nearest sea, but I have to go down to the band rehearsal. I can't believe I let all that cool, nice water down (was longing to show off my nice cape, too ). And I don't have any time to go swimmin' any other days this week neither. Tomorrow's the math exam I hate math. I can't use my crazy imagination. So, er Erik. How's Swindon at Korte Avondjurken this time of year? So, er. Nah, I miss Nate Please come back. Who needs a life, anyway? I've got some for ya.
GOSH, DO YOU REMEMBER THE WIZARD OF OZ? 'Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with Lange Avondjurken three complete strangers to kill again.' Unknown, Marin County newspaper's TV listing for "The Wizard of Oz" I HAVE BEEN TOLD SOME VERY ODD FACTS ABOUT CHRISTIANS TODAY, SOME REALLY SCARED THE PANTS OFF ME! 'The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.' Herb Caen Currently listening to: My continuous ,and quite frankly annoying, sniffing. My nose is really runny today , ok, too much information there. I will have to break the news gently to you. Truls is a great lad, funny, witty, caring and very attractive (Or so I have been told) but this union of him and my cousin will never be. No she hasn't gotten married, no she hasn't joined a nun's convent in Nebraska what she has done, smells, cries and poops a lot. That's right! She's pregnant, the little tyke is going to be born around December. Nate is gonna be a great Cousin (again)!! It has caused a great stir amongst the older members of our family, they are the only deeply religious ones. The real problem is, none of us have a clue who the father is. I certainly hope that Nina does. I hope you have a great time when you leave . I'm not quite sure when that is exactly, but have a great time none the less. Don't worry, at least you'll have your towel! I got the latest Private Eye, well my Mum got it for me. Ahh the hilarity !! I'm NOT a big Harry Potter fan, the only reason I went to see it was because I fancy the guy who plays Oliver Wood (Sean Biggerstaff)and my friend Owen was in it. He's never gonna stop talking about it. I have been lent The Silence Of The Lambs by Vickie, I'm watching it now. Well, semi watching it. ooh! A shiver down my spine, not terror mind you. The same kind of shiver you get when you meet Micheal Ball I suppose, but mine isn't such a big shiver, um, why are we talking about shivering Back to what I was saying: the blood is glistening off his pale white skin as he moves his musclar hands in time to Bach's, The Goldberg Variations. eyes closed and swaying slightly, fallen bodies behind him, their faces sheilded by their arms.*shivers* I shall try to keep my wits about me, I'm not promising anything so if I come back to you with a stick through my head or somthing equally witless you will know what happened .
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