Hm. Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm.
Dec. 8th, 2003 10:46 pmLet's get the easy stuff done first. So, with some last-minute learning and some cheating, the Kanji tesuto passed not well but well enough, I hope. I hadn't prepared the text either and swore for the billionth time it's all going to be better next year. It is! I swear. Again.
Bach home I went for the cookie-baking. In the old days, my mom would make the dough and my brother and I would make the cookies; now, my mom doesn't have time and my brother is working his way through a galaxy far, far away. KOTOR sounds extremely great; I think in the vacations I'll give it a try. 'Till then, no freakíng time.
Anyway, so I was the only one left for the cookies. Today, I'd made sure we had enough of the necessary stuff and spent 4 hours baking. If anyone mentions the word "Christmas cookie" again, I'll impale them upon a cinammon star cookie.
I still managed to burn two CDs (while my brother was in school), the most commemorable music of my year 2003, so to say. I also tried to reconstruct '02, but that's not finished yet.
I revised my opinion of this looking like a damn long week. It rather looks as though it'll get a very short one, because I have so much to do. University, kanji flash cards, the final Christmas cards, Kendô, getting a hell of a lot of stuff to Cologne,
seefuchs' birthday party, getting to Freiburg on Saturday. Short breather there, and then Zürich on Monday, and I should be back in Cologne on Tuesday. :P But I know, it's my own fault, and I'm looking forward to most of this stuff anyway, so actually, that might again lengthen the week in my perception. Only it just doesn't all fit.
Something else might be better next year, but it looks terribly complicated right now. I don't even know how to talk about it, so you'll have to live with allusions. Don't you interpret too much, you people (if possible). I'm not making sense, am I? Imagine that something you have wished for to happen for over 2 years seems to just have happened. Now that's a wonderful thing and I'm almost bursting with happiness on the one hand, but on the other hand it scares me and I'm wondering about decisions: Whether the one that, in hypothesis, always was the perfect one, really is the perfect one; whether it can work; whether it will work; what will it be like. There you go, now we're two doubting cowards. If there's one thing I always take over from others, it's doubt. Dammit, man.
So, yeah. I'm scared. And happy. And sad because I'm sympathetic. And really excited.
And with that, I leave you to interpret my most recent madness.
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( Noch mehr Hm. )
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Bach home I went for the cookie-baking. In the old days, my mom would make the dough and my brother and I would make the cookies; now, my mom doesn't have time and my brother is working his way through a galaxy far, far away. KOTOR sounds extremely great; I think in the vacations I'll give it a try. 'Till then, no freakíng time.
Anyway, so I was the only one left for the cookies. Today, I'd made sure we had enough of the necessary stuff and spent 4 hours baking. If anyone mentions the word "Christmas cookie" again, I'll impale them upon a cinammon star cookie.
I still managed to burn two CDs (while my brother was in school), the most commemorable music of my year 2003, so to say. I also tried to reconstruct '02, but that's not finished yet.
I revised my opinion of this looking like a damn long week. It rather looks as though it'll get a very short one, because I have so much to do. University, kanji flash cards, the final Christmas cards, Kendô, getting a hell of a lot of stuff to Cologne,
Something else might be better next year, but it looks terribly complicated right now. I don't even know how to talk about it, so you'll have to live with allusions. Don't you interpret too much, you people (if possible). I'm not making sense, am I? Imagine that something you have wished for to happen for over 2 years seems to just have happened. Now that's a wonderful thing and I'm almost bursting with happiness on the one hand, but on the other hand it scares me and I'm wondering about decisions: Whether the one that, in hypothesis, always was the perfect one, really is the perfect one; whether it can work; whether it will work; what will it be like. There you go, now we're two doubting cowards. If there's one thing I always take over from others, it's doubt. Dammit, man.
So, yeah. I'm scared. And happy. And sad because I'm sympathetic. And really excited.
And with that, I leave you to interpret my most recent madness.
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( Noch mehr Hm. )
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