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Nothing New on the Western Front
Nov. 8th, 2004 12:21 amFinally uploaded the Veldenz photos and most of the Ring*Con photos I made.
Since Jörg had helped a friend of his mother with her computer, we were invited for dinner this evening. Stuffed pumpkin; a belated Samhain meal if I ever ate one. Incredibly tasty, the dessert was just as great, so the food made up for the... sort of dryish conversation.
Yesterday, my parents had their 22nd wedding anniversary (and yes, that means that I was born half a year after my parents' wedding. So?) so they invited us out for dinner. Which means that we both ate much too much yesterday and today and now we can both roll around, laughing or not. (Jörg is watching some documentation about Tchernobyl, so we're rather not laughing.) Bad. Very bad. I'll be terribly out of breath at practice tomorrow - if I even go there.
Before dinner, Jörg had to do a Jûdô presentation at some sports festival. The presentation was good, although too short, but the audience was dreadful - lots of kids between 6-12, tired after hours of playing and running around, waiting only for the prices and thus being totally uninterested in the presentations. Jörg met a former classmate of his, though, who once was multiple German champion in skiing and now has three children. The three kids had no respect whatsoever for the guy with the black belt and just ran him over. Cute. And someone still has to tell me why I feel so... slow, missing something, whenever I hear about people I know getting married or children or both (stupidly, it's not only with people of my own age, but even with people who are quite a few years ahead - this woman now must have been 16 years older than I am, and still it worked. Hello? Biological Clock? Plenty of time. No stress. Please.)
My grandmother already phoned to ask about a Christmas present for me. In early November. Well, that means I can now compose and share a wishlist without worrying about seeming greedy, doesn't it?
(A notebook, grandmother. A notebook, a good digital camera, a flight to South Africa, Japan and/or Canada, Kendô armour. Fine. A paid LJ account, then. Why do you ask if you don't want to know it? No, I still have plenty of clothing. Really.)
Nothing new otherwise, so I shut up and go to bed now.
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( Im Westen nichts Neues )
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Since Jörg had helped a friend of his mother with her computer, we were invited for dinner this evening. Stuffed pumpkin; a belated Samhain meal if I ever ate one. Incredibly tasty, the dessert was just as great, so the food made up for the... sort of dryish conversation.
Yesterday, my parents had their 22nd wedding anniversary (and yes, that means that I was born half a year after my parents' wedding. So?) so they invited us out for dinner. Which means that we both ate much too much yesterday and today and now we can both roll around, laughing or not. (Jörg is watching some documentation about Tchernobyl, so we're rather not laughing.) Bad. Very bad. I'll be terribly out of breath at practice tomorrow - if I even go there.
Before dinner, Jörg had to do a Jûdô presentation at some sports festival. The presentation was good, although too short, but the audience was dreadful - lots of kids between 6-12, tired after hours of playing and running around, waiting only for the prices and thus being totally uninterested in the presentations. Jörg met a former classmate of his, though, who once was multiple German champion in skiing and now has three children. The three kids had no respect whatsoever for the guy with the black belt and just ran him over. Cute. And someone still has to tell me why I feel so... slow, missing something, whenever I hear about people I know getting married or children or both (stupidly, it's not only with people of my own age, but even with people who are quite a few years ahead - this woman now must have been 16 years older than I am, and still it worked. Hello? Biological Clock? Plenty of time. No stress. Please.)
My grandmother already phoned to ask about a Christmas present for me. In early November. Well, that means I can now compose and share a wishlist without worrying about seeming greedy, doesn't it?
(A notebook, grandmother. A notebook, a good digital camera, a flight to South Africa, Japan and/or Canada, Kendô armour. Fine. A paid LJ account, then. Why do you ask if you don't want to know it? No, I still have plenty of clothing. Really.)
Nothing new otherwise, so I shut up and go to bed now.
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( Im Westen nichts Neues )
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