I'm still alive.
So, I wanted to report briefly. Actually it was
in recent weeks nothing particularly spectacular, and I'm too lazy to special events now write more, do you have bad luck.
Yesterday, however, was a pretty ... how shall I say? A pretty great day, actually. School went by quickly, 4 math, 1 in German. In the evening we should arrive at the Pfalz in Kaiserslautern theater had to because we have an idea of Schiller's The Robbers visited. Did I mention that I despise Schiller? Crappy exaggerated pathos ...
Anyway, I lied to my teacher that I had already been to Kaiserslautern and therefore can not pass the class. He's also swallowed. So I drove a half hour earlier to another little to have my peace and to be able to buy a DVD. What I did not know at this time. So I grabbed two or three books, a bottle of water and my disc-man in my backpack and went on their way to the station. The train arrived early, I was in good spirits. On the train I was first then the music on my ears. And I must say that the new The Cure album against all odds is damn good. I read in my books, saw other passengers to do thanato feeling good. Look good.
In the same town I made my then my way through the pedestrian zone and crashing into everything, and everyone threw expenses - of course, completely unintentional - on the road and hated the rest of humanity. As a small child who is brought up apparently anti-authoritarian, and I did not make the slightest zurannte institutions to evade me, I dodged a step to the right and put him a leg. I saw him too in how it fell and struck his chin was bloody and with a grin as if I was the only person on earth further. The shouting and screaming with parents even covered my weak music. I did not care. I loved me just at that moment. In
Karstadt I went to the multimedia department, and bought time almost blind left The Beach. I schmökerte still around a little between the other DVDs, flirted with Cypher, bought it then but not yet. Afterwards, with the tramps from last time two bottles of beer tipped given them a cigar and the Burger King. Have eaten there for 17 €, rumgerülpst and hang out let the Asi. I loved her even more.
On the way to the theater, I met a drunken neo-Nazi who greeted him with "Heil Hitler!" and also got him a beer promptly. In order not to attract attention, I went with him shouting her about the Pack and the parasitic alien, but most of those pesky hangers-Nazis who did not believe at all in the ideology of National Socialism. He did not notice that I was so making fun of him. I left my bomber jacket and a friend went to the theater. Top notch actor, piece of shit, as Schiller.
Afterwards I went with the black man through the now deserted pedestrian zone and cried about twenty times, "The road is mine!" or "Only Kaiserslautern, then the world". I myself admirierte
I went home, disgraced my class on the train. When I got home from the bed and watched The Beach. Today I made blue. Fucking.
Dances the labia Tango!
Giga Travolta
