good mood to take away
night people like me in society misfits. Our World does one based on early bird principle. And although I am mostly very successfully defend against university events before the very early morning for me lunch, I could not prevent an event: Russian lessons to NINE CLOCK IN THE MORNING! to take part because I insisted did at his own request in the highest price, even though I am because of my grammar skills listed in the second-most (I've since due to practical good language skills alittle bit bored), bite me so every Thursday morning in the bitter " Eight-Clock-morning-Get Up-apple ". I translate that ma just for fitting into the social framework of the average citizen: dat is for I sort of like you for two or three clock out at night from the springs and fresh and cheerful shine against the still non-existent day ...
Mach erstma So my beloved radio with the situation now for the survival-in music. But instead I only catch those pesky advertisements that promised me a good mood by eating a McDonald's breakfast. The following is a very vivid description that makes a real run together at this ungodly time, the water in the mouth. The culmination is the final slogan: ".! Breakfast at McDonald's do not oversleep the good mood" (exclamation point is important, non-advertising speaks, she screams).
course, I got up too late and now rushing through the room during the sentence still reverberates in my ears. slept a good mood ... so, I think to myself, if you're on speed is probably sleeping ... but what is absolutely good vehicle for humor. Well for me at least ...
Regardless, I think to myself, no time to Rumphilosphieren. Smack me briefly is the Zeuch's face it - I think - to restore my looks and join me on the socks, the coffee in my favorite Starbucks Matryoshka holding cup in his right hand. Yes I need something that causes my eyelids to yield non. Shortly before the finish (front door of Slavic Studies Faculty) seems to me a my fellow students towards me and announced the good news actually: lessons from falls!. An hour earlier it would have been a valuable information. What then should we begin with the findings (?) Time that could have been better spent sleeping? Back in the spring sounds too tempting, but I have to fulfill a mission: to pick up Metro-student ticket. An event which I've been feverishly awaiting. Because for busy metro riders like me can go the absence of such a piece of gold ticket a little expensive.
New motivation drawn I walk to the Metro station. Around 9:30 I'm at the counter in anticipation. With a disapproving glance I will refer to the time. Such kind of pick slips are accepted until 10:00. I deal with my disappointment and the approach of any irritation and anger in a friendly smile and thank you for the information (this psychological tactic does happen from time to time better), even if this is the lady, probably non-affected in the slightest. You are working is tired and needs. I can understand well. Had no fixed true on so nen job ... is it ...
reports at this point, my empty stomach on sound. Had him in favor of early education and scheduled my "Better-Long-Sleeping-attitude" completely neglected. In my mind's eye is a McDonald's breakfast past me and shouted me a "sleepy not the good mood" contrary. So I piligere diagonally opposite to the "Auchan" (large shopping center - from the Russians probably not due to existing knowledge of French "Ashan" called - that we name after on the first floor there be loaded). The third floor of the restaurant / fast food-mile promises me a good mood. And frankly I have a little support in terms of positive thinking is sorely needed. So why not. But the project gives me a grin that one or the other is able to irritate well. Of the McDonald's counter order I'm looking feverishly for the advertised copy of "McDonald's breakfast". Hm, weird. Can see it anywhere. The solution: "With us there's no breakfast." WHAT? My blood pressure rises. When a heart patient that would be a hundred percent certainty was an infarct. My inner feelings I swallow a few minutes later, down with a Coke and a McChicken. I eat from time homicide reasons snail's pace and watch the way the guest-worker harassment bemittleidenswerter cleaners. As in Germany, I think to myself. The same minor. The aliens do the jobs asshole (unfortunately possible to give non-different) and will be treated as just that. Not infrequently, people who have enjoyed in their country a higher education. Here they are often at the mercy a brain-amputated delivered by dubious business of money-down, with a bunch of complexes offset boss who exploited his power to the fullest. Now this is more of a Russian phenomenon. I've christened "small-scale power-exploited". Read more but maybe another time ..
Back at Metro, I switch the rich lady who appears surprised by my clear after such a short time repeated appearance, pick up my towel. After prolonged rummaging in a scrap of paper and envelopes with any container filled me explain this in Soviet-friendly that there is nothing there. After further extensive search she gives me just my completed application with the words "Because you have forgotten your student ID number to write" back. My nervous condition after taken from my brain this information is difficult to put into words. I breathe deeply. Again. (I know that this stupid mop before TWO solid weeks sent for processing, was carefully checked this or any other lady for errors and omissions. When I asked out two weeks previously, was confirmed to me very faithfully represent the completeness of my application . According to Soviet code of conduct which one should best learn fast, is an indication of an error by the other party (which sits on more leverage), a no-go. exciting way, too.) I take up all my strength that prevents me durchzudrehn good and fill in the missing number. The thing is see through to actually not be so easy, as there are also lines accordingly, should be left empty. Basically, it would suggest this note at the university to teach as a minor. Once again I take a deep breath and prepare myself for my last show of strength: the "All-existing radical ease-taking together-And-In-The-O-creep" * gg *... we all know what is actually meant here (try strong language to keep low ... who knows who else reads this here ...* lol *). For I know that one out of applying for a student card, proving that you study, even the passport, which proves that the person be predetermined, has officer. I drag this out - I think - for obvious reasons not around with me (though not functioning Russian law requires this to me). A GERMAN stolen passport in Russia is no joke. Unfortunately, I'm not aming the mal ne copy. What has happened now so I could really anticipate non. I put my words to the end of the completed application plus student ID to Lilliputanerfenster and hope for a miracle. "And your passport?" Shit. So I explain to the woman in Engelston that I've traveled long way NEN (lied of course completely) and this is an unexpected situation me. That is yet to see on my student ID my photo. That I have presented my passport but two weeks ago. (Absurd situation when you know you can falsify such documents easily in Russia at very affordable price) I call on your humanity and put my naive "good-girl-view". This will entail. Got me briefly in the balance, their "five minutes of power", which I do not begrudge her the rest, savor snorts, then resigned emphasized, in the end there but then as a noble savior and accepts my application. Mission accomplished. "Just" wait another two weeks to ticket, instead of making you cover the administrative procedures of the new. The saves me at least a week and a lot of nerves. * * Schweißvonstirnwegwisch
sets after this masterpiece of my hand, then a good mood even without a McDonald's breakfast. Here in Russia you learn to really appreciate the obvious. I can not find it bad. .. Russia - the "little-things-big-country))
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Teak Shower Bench Ottawa
initiated at the spring ...
morning the birds delight me with their song I open my eyes: the sun shining through the curtain I jump Yes it is finally... finally arrived ... SPRING Impatiently I stumble across the room to the window I pull the curtain on ..... and?.!. SNOWING IT Aha And the nasty critters to me sing something by Spring before. They've got NEN damage. In Germany, the weather in so nem either dead or flown. The Russian Birds know nothing since.
Granted, it's warm in the street. Of course, not warm in the southern sense. But I can easily draw n light shirt under the jacket without Friern. Despite the snow. You can feel the spring in the air. If you close your eyes, the snow remains unnoticed if it falls on a non-grad on it or it slipped degree in it is. )) But for me it is a bit crazy as a Western European snow and spring So Together to agree in my head.
In short, I expect the spring, despite the threat of hay fever, which affects me every year, with impatience. Finally draw again walk through the city, the parks. Simply depend on the lake. Go walk. Have
present inserted a pause longer write. But there were also non really what to say. In any case, nothing really for the reader and crew (or anything particular to the outside world ...). People I hold dear were leaving Moscow. 've Met new people, old acquaintances deepened (clearly not ambiguous * gg *). I noticed that active after half a year, the Moscow nightlife enjoy this issue some time (as probably all times) loses its appeal. Yes or perhaps simply some people are missing it, that I've done here. Maybe I need to get out even the first time in my nostalgia (maybe I'm just old ... oh yeah, a complex, from which I must come out at last ma ...). With each new, the feeding, I'm glad when it is not German. German (generally, all foreigners, except there are other Slavs) meet in Russia is still too early very nice. Sometime's it then. People are always the same tiresome questions. And everything is sooo exciting. Most are a little younger and really do ma haun the town red (or are older, but never really grown up ... or they are people with a social intelligence of a dead man). And most are for the first time in the eastern plains on the road. Then they come along with their Western arrogance. In such moments, I remove myself prefer discreet. Upset is bad for your health. ))
I enjoy the tranquility. Read more. That pleases me almost the most. We can only force taking the time to. Furthermore, there is hardly anyone with whom I speak German. This is also extremely encouraging.
Otherwise I'm just trying to illegally enter a phonetics course. Illegal, I (includes anthropology here at this) here as a student of the History Department at the Philological Faculty probably have only the right to attend those events that are offered extra for non-philologists. And I'm also a philologist in the minor. But not itchy. Especially as the philologists access even in our courses are. I will not attempt here to force a logical connection. Crazy shit, I tell you. After I unfriendly below the belt by Irina Alexandrovna (just in case ma anyone who reads this, to them true: note names) refused (to my question about the phonetics course have been) (in a tone that is second to none ...). According to the motto: "You do not have the right! They are part of our faculty to not, "I replied (extremly friendly and quiet), that at us is the course but failed and yet I could talk to the teacher, if too many would be there, I'd going away, of course, possible more. About half of the sentence I was interrupted with the words: "? Have I not responded to her question" That this person said, with a aggressive mischievous smile on his face, for I have found that day in my mind a lot of very suitable terms that would have fallen in the Russian media censored. In German, moreover, also, if they ever were such words in German. * Gg * Anyway. After brief questions could I found a few philologists who visit exactly those philology course and initiate me into the mystery of the place and time. Basically, it is indeed so, that here in Russia can always talk to the people. Just all depends on the mood of the person from sitting on more leverage. Matter of luck, a family affair (Vitamin B) ... or just a question of how thick your wallet is ... Oh yeah ... I only properly: we see more and twice in the life ...* * BIATCH =)
Despite such potholes, the one here are the often plays in the way (you have to learn this into something positive convert), I feel good here, have little desire to leave this place. Yes, I feel at home. I've noticed because I no longer each time before branching out as reverently pray before the great main building at Moscow State University and disbelief-high fixed admiringly. This fact would surely do nothing around me such as to be covered if I one of these routine course of my faculty (right there at the monument Lomonsov) not to happy with themselves and the world to himself hinlächelnden and reverently to the building with Stalin's signature seen looking up students eh tte. I should have thanked him for it because I could not help smiling too. I stopped and looked at me once more, to the building in which a day I go out and, yes, in which I live. It has become so common. And somehow it has for me visually in size lost. Even sad. We forget to wonder. May be created for non? Maybe this is a bit like being in love with it takes a short time and pivoted around into something for the body bearable. The habit as a protective mechanism. Too bad. But we deal with things that we do not usually so good. No place for emotions, for a pause. And in the end there is not much left of our all in all useless activity. Hm
Na? Today?
morning the birds delight me with their song I open my eyes: the sun shining through the curtain I jump Yes it is finally... finally arrived ... SPRING Impatiently I stumble across the room to the window I pull the curtain on ..... and?.!. SNOWING IT Aha And the nasty critters to me sing something by Spring before. They've got NEN damage. In Germany, the weather in so nem either dead or flown. The Russian Birds know nothing since.
Granted, it's warm in the street. Of course, not warm in the southern sense. But I can easily draw n light shirt under the jacket without Friern. Despite the snow. You can feel the spring in the air. If you close your eyes, the snow remains unnoticed if it falls on a non-grad on it or it slipped degree in it is. )) But for me it is a bit crazy as a Western European snow and spring So Together to agree in my head.
In short, I expect the spring, despite the threat of hay fever, which affects me every year, with impatience. Finally draw again walk through the city, the parks. Simply depend on the lake. Go walk. Have
present inserted a pause longer write. But there were also non really what to say. In any case, nothing really for the reader and crew (or anything particular to the outside world ...). People I hold dear were leaving Moscow. 've Met new people, old acquaintances deepened (clearly not ambiguous * gg *). I noticed that active after half a year, the Moscow nightlife enjoy this issue some time (as probably all times) loses its appeal. Yes or perhaps simply some people are missing it, that I've done here. Maybe I need to get out even the first time in my nostalgia (maybe I'm just old ... oh yeah, a complex, from which I must come out at last ma ...). With each new, the feeding, I'm glad when it is not German. German (generally, all foreigners, except there are other Slavs) meet in Russia is still too early very nice. Sometime's it then. People are always the same tiresome questions. And everything is sooo exciting. Most are a little younger and really do ma haun the town red (or are older, but never really grown up ... or they are people with a social intelligence of a dead man). And most are for the first time in the eastern plains on the road. Then they come along with their Western arrogance. In such moments, I remove myself prefer discreet. Upset is bad for your health. ))
I enjoy the tranquility. Read more. That pleases me almost the most. We can only force taking the time to. Furthermore, there is hardly anyone with whom I speak German. This is also extremely encouraging.
Otherwise I'm just trying to illegally enter a phonetics course. Illegal, I (includes anthropology here at this) here as a student of the History Department at the Philological Faculty probably have only the right to attend those events that are offered extra for non-philologists. And I'm also a philologist in the minor. But not itchy. Especially as the philologists access even in our courses are. I will not attempt here to force a logical connection. Crazy shit, I tell you. After I unfriendly below the belt by Irina Alexandrovna (just in case ma anyone who reads this, to them true: note names) refused (to my question about the phonetics course have been) (in a tone that is second to none ...). According to the motto: "You do not have the right! They are part of our faculty to not, "I replied (extremly friendly and quiet), that at us is the course but failed and yet I could talk to the teacher, if too many would be there, I'd going away, of course, possible more. About half of the sentence I was interrupted with the words: "? Have I not responded to her question" That this person said, with a aggressive mischievous smile on his face, for I have found that day in my mind a lot of very suitable terms that would have fallen in the Russian media censored. In German, moreover, also, if they ever were such words in German. * Gg * Anyway. After brief questions could I found a few philologists who visit exactly those philology course and initiate me into the mystery of the place and time. Basically, it is indeed so, that here in Russia can always talk to the people. Just all depends on the mood of the person from sitting on more leverage. Matter of luck, a family affair (Vitamin B) ... or just a question of how thick your wallet is ... Oh yeah ... I only properly: we see more and twice in the life ...* * BIATCH =)
Despite such potholes, the one here are the often plays in the way (you have to learn this into something positive convert), I feel good here, have little desire to leave this place. Yes, I feel at home. I've noticed because I no longer each time before branching out as reverently pray before the great main building at Moscow State University and disbelief-high fixed admiringly. This fact would surely do nothing around me such as to be covered if I one of these routine course of my faculty (right there at the monument Lomonsov) not to happy with themselves and the world to himself hinlächelnden and reverently to the building with Stalin's signature seen looking up students eh tte. I should have thanked him for it because I could not help smiling too. I stopped and looked at me once more, to the building in which a day I go out and, yes, in which I live. It has become so common. And somehow it has for me visually in size lost. Even sad. We forget to wonder. May be created for non? Maybe this is a bit like being in love with it takes a short time and pivoted around into something for the body bearable. The habit as a protective mechanism. Too bad. But we deal with things that we do not usually so good. No place for emotions, for a pause. And in the end there is not much left of our all in all useless activity. Hm
Na? Today?
Monday, January 26, 2009
Irrigation Hose Home Depot
rainbow in the abdomen outside
send And your ma last numbers on all Internet portals. 'm Back. New phone - new luck .... or something .... just good that I'm such a positive person ...
Yes, my friends ... because we had him back. In old Fresh, he came crawling. We did so, at some point that day come upon us ... and yet he so surprised again and again ... farewell.
I am convinced that I'm using this as a plague world travelers more than the ordinary (not to sound judgmental) Car ordinary consumers (höhö), who rarely crosses the borders of the country in touch come. One would think "oh so slowly you could be getting used to that have ..." I can only reply as: "Not at all." There is no better. And certainly easier not. It can be compared with that phenomenon, which I just call it "Tübingen Castle High Pike Bald-time safety-better syndrome". Well, I see ... that would probably present except the Tübingen anthropologists EKWlern and Co. probably not understand ... maybe the non-ma. So I'll just run it. Is this a hopeless task (Tübingen Ethnolgie seminars see the castle in a certain amount, you must first climb up, instead. FOOT!). Thus, it actually takes a fresh baked Tübingen anthropology student who when climbing such heights unexpectedly sudden spurts of getting asthma attacks, dat is, at some point ... better condition and so on. I appropriate to you, the condition remained constant is moderately marathon. The only difference is that we know now is what one gets involved there and the whole thing in a rather takes a run up. Above is then finished, as if you had run slower, but then yes, there was time for a cigarette ...)).... yes.
My personal metaphor for the impossibility of improvement of the condition and a real getting used to the Bye-shots.
It is not my farewell. Nope. Due to the great progress that I notice when I could - in many ways - I have until the end of June. At this point I would like to thank once again to thank the main sponsors for this unique oppurtunities that I really appreciate it ma ... namely: Mama)), and Mama ... ä Äähm Mama)))) (I know I'm not always easy. THANKS !)... otherwise still in the world not be so popular really, but still functioning State, its citizens must be me. Thank you Germany, you're so social, even if all are in you just the grumbling and whining. Yes and I also especially like to thank my anthropology professor Mrs. Stellrecht, which is soon to retire (which will probably never come to the site) that I "forced" to learn this terrible language I now have learned so dear. Marylen, my savior and guardian angel in distress (a conversation with you and everything seems so simple, clear and logical: *), without which I would have never gone to Minsk (although since then in some way a play the other Insider hunts ...): ОГРОМНОЕ СПАСИБО, ДОРОГАЯ!. And finally, I thank you here but just me saying that I am the thing that would have simply pulled ma.
And while we're on the thank ...
Thanks guys (so I beat my all and everything ... the good and the bad ... is indeed all experience from which to learn and so), here for the time together in Moscow. Most of you I'll probably never see again, even if of course you have always promises to the contrary (and in some is probably better that the * gg *). Well, and those you really want to see again and find out which is based on reciprocity, the reunion will probably not cause any problems. So I say goodbye to say with a big fat rain cloud on the left and a bright sun right in your stomach and give you a nostalgic rainbow with Moscow on the way in which he shines in bright colors you the other way (I should Write texts for Soaps * gg *)!
... yes ... and for all that remain: the next party makes clear) ... when the phonetics course is finally beginning ?..... ......... Baikal lake we come !))))))
send And your ma last numbers on all Internet portals. 'm Back. New phone - new luck .... or something .... just good that I'm such a positive person ...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Jc Penney Kms California
Socially ...
from the mouse with "Yes, We'll see ... I then ma bell with you by ..." or "send me a text message if you are there." As of today, I take the time being ma non multi-part in social life. My phone is gone. I had last night to find painful, but I just felt the need for communication. Way. My life seems empty. Yes, ok ... so bad it is non-natural. But sort of. Life without a cell phone. the Can anyone imagine today? Is this still possible? I imagine in today's world remains quite difficult. And yet I still (at least for now nothing else left. ... Oh, and the Internet gives us parked in the MGU too. ... I'm out there already, so if
who panicked is because I answer to me or even non- was about to terminate the friendship: handylos currently find myself on the edge all social ... bye, beautiful colorful world Hello, you of the noise. not ringing telephone. God, I'm addicted.
Well ... this should be a call to the numbers-Dispatch. On the Internet I still exist virtually. Send me your contact details so please.
from the mouse with "Yes, We'll see ... I then ma bell with you by ..." or "send me a text message if you are there." As of today, I take the time being ma non multi-part in social life. My phone is gone. I had last night to find painful, but I just felt the need for communication. Way. My life seems empty. Yes, ok ... so bad it is non-natural. But sort of. Life without a cell phone. the Can anyone imagine today? Is this still possible? I imagine in today's world remains quite difficult. And yet I still (at least for now nothing else left. ... Oh, and the Internet gives us parked in the MGU too. ... I'm out there already, so if
who panicked is because I answer to me or even non- was about to terminate the friendship: handylos currently find myself on the edge all social ... bye, beautiful colorful world Hello, you of the noise. not ringing telephone. God, I'm addicted.
Well ... this should be a call to the numbers-Dispatch. On the Internet I still exist virtually. Send me your contact details so please.
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