Cross the desert at the speed of sound
Okay, the third round of the English competition thingie was today. It was… quite an experience. Yeah. I’m too tired to write n blog. Grahh. Maybe I’ll inform you all about my amazing advantures an other day.
Or maybe right now. We’ll see, how it goes.
Fuck, my someone ate from my anti-depressant!
I had a nice little Ritter Sport (Quadratisch. Praktisch. Gut.) in the kitchen, just in case. Yesterday I wanted to have a bite, but half of it was missing!!
You can see her here, the fourth one in the first row… With full hazelnuts, mmmm. 
Good though, that only half was eaten, leaving the other half for me. I made an outstanding display of willpower and only ate two little squares.
…and little mugs of tasty soup rule my world. Soup is way better when sipped from a little mug than being eaten with a spoon from a big bowl. Apply the formula:
soup in little mug > soup in big bowl
Never forget that. Keep this sheet for further reference!
Oh, and Stella Marie, you’re my star! This is so inner-joking it hurts. Inner joke for me andanyone who listens to PJ Harvey’s first record, Dry. People who don’t listen to it… well, they should.
Today was a good day, overall. No math, so only four lessons, nothing extremly hard or torturing. There were some drawbacks, but… Hell, even I want be optimistic from time to time!!
Come, come, dance around and sing with me!
