There she goes again with fish-nets on, and dreadlocks in her hair...
She broke my heart, I want to be sedated.
All I wanted was to see her nakeeed!
Despite how frightened I was, the interview went smoothly.
So, if you’ve made it, just be glad you did and stay there. If you ever feel loved or needed, remember that you’re one of the lucky ones; and if it’s over, just remember what I told you. It was bound to happen, so just keep moving on.
I am going back to work next week. I can’t wait to go shopping. I think I might have to work two jobs, just for fun. The owner of Crooks and I started a discussion in Michelle’s Café, and I was impressed by the length of our conversation. As the meeting was drawing to a close (my coffee was getting too cold and all I wanted to do was go sit down!), I laughed and told him that I had wanted to apply earlier this year, but the girls had told me he wouldn’t be hiring. He looked me in the eye and said, "Please come in an apply. Make sure you find me." I ecstatic, Crooks has some nice clothes, but they’re pricey. I have bought two things there: a $75 skirt (black, layered tulle with sequins) that is now on sale for $35!!! and a beautiful camisole (sheer black tulleish layer with ribbons/gold fabric/lace over a leopard print base with red lace peeking out from under the top layer… comprende? It’s really more classy than it sounds- it's unfortunate that leopard has such a trashy connotation…).
My non-existent "love life" is in shambles. Nonetheless, there is hope: Justin and Michael both E-mailed me. Yay. Justin wants to know what show I will be attending (so we can makeout! Haha.). We converse mainly about religion; I have my doubts and his faith runs deep. I find it interesting that my fan-mail turned into an intellectual debate of sorts.
I want you to see how cute Michael’s E-mails are. He translates them from German, so it doesn’t all come out correctly. Usually I am a brat about grammar, but he’s an exception. In class he used to look in his little German-English dictionary and then tell me something. The verbs and adjectives were always awkward, but the fresh twist was almost pretty. I definitely got a new perspective on words, I began using them in ways I hadn’t considered.
Hi Maureen
How are you? How was the interview? Did you get the scholarship?
I will leave Germany around the 10th of August but I have no idea where I will come. You can be sure that you are one of the first persons who know. Actually I have no idea how my friends are because everyone of us does a practical work at a social institution. We have to do that because of our school. So I’m coming home late and that’s the reason why I don’t have much free time and not that much fun. My soccer practice started again and school starts next week. Bunny is fine and I’m thinking of a solution where she can stay when I’m abroad because when I put her out of the cage she is my room dragon. She runs to everybody who is entering the room and my family is a little bit afraid of giving her food. At the moment I’m excited about the exchange but at the same time I am afraid when I’m thinking about things which can go bad. What if the family is not friendly? How would be school? All these questions are coming up. But thanks to my organisation (called AFS= American Field Service) I have the feeling that everything will be fine. And I’m also afraid of my future because it doesn’t look good in the German industry and the chances to get a job are getting lower and lower.
What have you done on the girl’s weekend? How is Audrey?
Well I hope you feel fine and that I will hear from you soon. I will go to bed now because I have a cold and I don’t feel very comfortable.
Love and miss you
Michael
P.S.: What does xoxo mean?
Aww, isn’t he adorable. I find our relationship amusing. A while ago he informed me that we’re getting married.
Blah.
The diamonds have returned. The silly things, they must know they aren't wanted. Poor darlings, poor waifs.
I am through romancing my depression.
My addiction to tears is cured.
I refuse to flirt with suicide, despite the tempting cat calls.
Nevertheless, I hear her, too close for comfort. Perhaps she has already arrived. I must gather my guilt and through it out the window to shatter on the ground below. I must hurry. I won't let her use it against me, not like the last time. I can't lose, not again, not ever.
All I wanted was to see her nakeeed!
Despite how frightened I was, the interview went smoothly.
So, if you’ve made it, just be glad you did and stay there. If you ever feel loved or needed, remember that you’re one of the lucky ones; and if it’s over, just remember what I told you. It was bound to happen, so just keep moving on.
I am going back to work next week. I can’t wait to go shopping. I think I might have to work two jobs, just for fun. The owner of Crooks and I started a discussion in Michelle’s Café, and I was impressed by the length of our conversation. As the meeting was drawing to a close (my coffee was getting too cold and all I wanted to do was go sit down!), I laughed and told him that I had wanted to apply earlier this year, but the girls had told me he wouldn’t be hiring. He looked me in the eye and said, "Please come in an apply. Make sure you find me." I ecstatic, Crooks has some nice clothes, but they’re pricey. I have bought two things there: a $75 skirt (black, layered tulle with sequins) that is now on sale for $35!!! and a beautiful camisole (sheer black tulleish layer with ribbons/gold fabric/lace over a leopard print base with red lace peeking out from under the top layer… comprende? It’s really more classy than it sounds- it's unfortunate that leopard has such a trashy connotation…).
My non-existent "love life" is in shambles. Nonetheless, there is hope: Justin and Michael both E-mailed me. Yay. Justin wants to know what show I will be attending (so we can makeout! Haha.). We converse mainly about religion; I have my doubts and his faith runs deep. I find it interesting that my fan-mail turned into an intellectual debate of sorts.
I want you to see how cute Michael’s E-mails are. He translates them from German, so it doesn’t all come out correctly. Usually I am a brat about grammar, but he’s an exception. In class he used to look in his little German-English dictionary and then tell me something. The verbs and adjectives were always awkward, but the fresh twist was almost pretty. I definitely got a new perspective on words, I began using them in ways I hadn’t considered.
Hi Maureen
How are you? How was the interview? Did you get the scholarship?
I will leave Germany around the 10th of August but I have no idea where I will come. You can be sure that you are one of the first persons who know. Actually I have no idea how my friends are because everyone of us does a practical work at a social institution. We have to do that because of our school. So I’m coming home late and that’s the reason why I don’t have much free time and not that much fun. My soccer practice started again and school starts next week. Bunny is fine and I’m thinking of a solution where she can stay when I’m abroad because when I put her out of the cage she is my room dragon. She runs to everybody who is entering the room and my family is a little bit afraid of giving her food. At the moment I’m excited about the exchange but at the same time I am afraid when I’m thinking about things which can go bad. What if the family is not friendly? How would be school? All these questions are coming up. But thanks to my organisation (called AFS= American Field Service) I have the feeling that everything will be fine. And I’m also afraid of my future because it doesn’t look good in the German industry and the chances to get a job are getting lower and lower.
What have you done on the girl’s weekend? How is Audrey?
Well I hope you feel fine and that I will hear from you soon. I will go to bed now because I have a cold and I don’t feel very comfortable.
Love and miss you
Michael
P.S.: What does xoxo mean?
Aww, isn’t he adorable. I find our relationship amusing. A while ago he informed me that we’re getting married.
Blah.
The diamonds have returned. The silly things, they must know they aren't wanted. Poor darlings, poor waifs.
I am through romancing my depression.
My addiction to tears is cured.
I refuse to flirt with suicide, despite the tempting cat calls.
Nevertheless, I hear her, too close for comfort. Perhaps she has already arrived. I must gather my guilt and through it out the window to shatter on the ground below. I must hurry. I won't let her use it against me, not like the last time. I can't lose, not again, not ever.