Oh, and we chose a holiday home in Sweden
I'm quite obviously back from the weekend with my parents, and it was nice.
I now have more mosquito bites on my legs than fingers on my hands, and on Sunday my legs were swollen and hurt like nobody's business, but it's getting better now. And how did I get the bites, you may ask? By standing outside the church in Koserow waiting for the play "The Visit" (Der Besuch der alten Dame) by Dürrenmatt to start on Friday evening. The play itself was pretty intense and disturbing. We had seats in the first row, so seeing the actors from only a meter (if at all) away definitely added to the intensity. And I don't mean "disturbing" in the blood and gore kinda way, but that the ideas presented in the play were disturbing: The old lady offers her poor home town 1 billion if one of the town's people kills her former lover who had once made her leave the town in shame. It's a play about the alluring power of money, and how people slowly but surely fall victim to it. The really disturbing part here is that I can't find it in me to say that this would never happen in real life.
I spent nearly the whole Saturday in a Strandkorb on the beach, which was all kinds of amazing. It didn't rain for once (apparently, according to the local channels, we had more rain in July than on the average in 6 months), but it was sunny and warm. I even bought ice cream for me and my brother. I also finished rereading Sean Astin's There and back again, and I still like it quite a lot, because it just feels very honest. There are some passages in the book when I thought "Oh my ... you're an idiot and an asshole!", and he didn't try to find any excuses for his behavior because he knows it was wrong how he behaved back then. Where John Barrowman's biographies are all about TMI (one day, John, one day we'll find out how that thing in the tree worked!) and how amazing he is (and I love that about him, just so you know, John finding himself amazing is one of my favorite things in the entertainment business), Sean Astin's is all about honesty.
I'm also still lacking half of my tv channels thanks to the big thunderstorm a few weeks back, and of course my janitor can't do a thing. Why would he, right? Apparently, I'm not the only one missing ARD and quite a few other channels, and none of the people responsible for our dorm have any idea why. *le sigh* Thank goodness ARD is doing a livestream for the football match Germany vs. Brazil.
PS: leviathans_moon linked me to these pictures: here and here. I'm slightly freaked out now. Also, I'm really, really in favor of penguin world domination. Just so you know.
I now have more mosquito bites on my legs than fingers on my hands, and on Sunday my legs were swollen and hurt like nobody's business, but it's getting better now. And how did I get the bites, you may ask? By standing outside the church in Koserow waiting for the play "The Visit" (Der Besuch der alten Dame) by Dürrenmatt to start on Friday evening. The play itself was pretty intense and disturbing. We had seats in the first row, so seeing the actors from only a meter (if at all) away definitely added to the intensity. And I don't mean "disturbing" in the blood and gore kinda way, but that the ideas presented in the play were disturbing: The old lady offers her poor home town 1 billion if one of the town's people kills her former lover who had once made her leave the town in shame. It's a play about the alluring power of money, and how people slowly but surely fall victim to it. The really disturbing part here is that I can't find it in me to say that this would never happen in real life.
I spent nearly the whole Saturday in a Strandkorb on the beach, which was all kinds of amazing. It didn't rain for once (apparently, according to the local channels, we had more rain in July than on the average in 6 months), but it was sunny and warm. I even bought ice cream for me and my brother. I also finished rereading Sean Astin's There and back again, and I still like it quite a lot, because it just feels very honest. There are some passages in the book when I thought "Oh my ... you're an idiot and an asshole!", and he didn't try to find any excuses for his behavior because he knows it was wrong how he behaved back then. Where John Barrowman's biographies are all about TMI (one day, John, one day we'll find out how that thing in the tree worked!) and how amazing he is (and I love that about him, just so you know, John finding himself amazing is one of my favorite things in the entertainment business), Sean Astin's is all about honesty.
I'm also still lacking half of my tv channels thanks to the big thunderstorm a few weeks back, and of course my janitor can't do a thing. Why would he, right? Apparently, I'm not the only one missing ARD and quite a few other channels, and none of the people responsible for our dorm have any idea why. *le sigh* Thank goodness ARD is doing a livestream for the football match Germany vs. Brazil.
PS: leviathans_moon linked me to these pictures: here and here. I'm slightly freaked out now. Also, I'm really, really in favor of penguin world domination. Just so you know.
