back home
Yeah, I'm home. Again. Since Friday 3 PM. Hospital was somehow really cool, the food sucked but my friends visited me daily - they're awesome!
It's really weird at home: Everyone around me is moving and doing and I want to move and do, too, but I can't. I don't like this! I really don't, I'm so used to being capable of running away or rescuing someone if it's necessary and now I almost pass out when I get up quickly. I didn't expect that. *pouts*
But anyway! My grandma and I were watching Camilla's and Charles' wedding (my grandma chose the channel, just for the record *snickers*) and there was a man who was wearing a Scotish kilt. The first thing my grandma shouted when she saw that was: "A Scotish kilt!! HA! Now we want to see what's under it!"
....yeah, Billy. Listen to what my grandmother, the wisest of all living persons, says to Scotish kilts!
And my mum ebarrassed me to death! We had dinner with my best mate (he's a guy) and somehow came to speak about plastic surgeries when suddenly my mum grabbed my earlob and said: "Yeah, you see, Lucas: Chrisse has a beautiful earlob with this bone there and when women don't have it they most likely will have to have a plastic surgery, but Chrisse doesn't have to 'cause she's got this beautiful earlob... ." That of course was a joke, but FUCK! Earlob = bite it suck it lick it c'mon kiss my daughter! And he though the exact thing, I could see that in his face... arggggh. You should think that my mum has something else to do. *mutters*
First challenge since I left hospital: take a shower. I'm gonna do this now - wish me good luck.
It's really weird at home: Everyone around me is moving and doing and I want to move and do, too, but I can't. I don't like this! I really don't, I'm so used to being capable of running away or rescuing someone if it's necessary and now I almost pass out when I get up quickly. I didn't expect that. *pouts*
But anyway! My grandma and I were watching Camilla's and Charles' wedding (my grandma chose the channel, just for the record *snickers*) and there was a man who was wearing a Scotish kilt. The first thing my grandma shouted when she saw that was: "A Scotish kilt!! HA! Now we want to see what's under it!"
....yeah, Billy. Listen to what my grandmother, the wisest of all living persons, says to Scotish kilts!
And my mum ebarrassed me to death! We had dinner with my best mate (he's a guy) and somehow came to speak about plastic surgeries when suddenly my mum grabbed my earlob and said: "Yeah, you see, Lucas: Chrisse has a beautiful earlob with this bone there and when women don't have it they most likely will have to have a plastic surgery, but Chrisse doesn't have to 'cause she's got this beautiful earlob... ." That of course was a joke, but FUCK! Earlob = bite it suck it lick it c'mon kiss my daughter! And he though the exact thing, I could see that in his face... arggggh. You should think that my mum has something else to do. *mutters*
First challenge since I left hospital: take a shower. I'm gonna do this now - wish me good luck.