Doodles

Hey, internet!

[I wrote that whole thing yesterday, but I accidentally clicked Save Draft. So you have it belatedly.]

Wow, what’s wrong with WordPress? Adele, John – your comments are all garbled up for some reason (don’t believe me? See for yourself). I could barely read them, but think I got the gist – thank you for your empowerment. I don’t quite get why I have to stay alone in that room, but I’m going to trust you and my Prince. :)

Now on to what I wanted to do since yesterday – the new doodles. Everytime I fell asleep and woke up again there were new ones.

The first one, I mentioned it in "Randomly awake at Night"

The second one, I found it later on.

And the third one. I found it today when I woke up.

(Did I ever tell you that the alternate title of the book is “Funny pictures and wacky stories for children”? Burning people sure are funny as hell, huh?)

Something that really confuses me is how the symbol that Brute drew is all over this stuff again. But his murderers did it to. So I’m not quite sure what to read into this…

I can also type the text here which is circled. I’m a bit too tired to translate it now but I can probably give you a very short rough summary.

Paulinchen war allein zu Haus,
Die Eltern waren beide aus.
Als sie nun durch das Zimmer sprang
Mit leichtem Mut und Sing und Sang,
Da sah sie plötzlich vor sich stehn
Ein Feuer[blackened out] nett anzusehn.
“Ei”, sprach sie, “ei, wie schön und fein!”
[The last three lines aren’t in the circle anymore.]

This was the first one from “Sorry”. The first one from this post is from the same story.

Doch weh! Die Flamme faßt das Kleid,
Die Schürze brennt; es leuchtet weit.
Es brennt die Hand, es brennt das Haar,
Es brennt das ganze Kind sogar.

Und Minz und Maunz, die schreien
Gar jämmerlich zu zweien:
“Herbei! Herbei! Wer hilft geschwind?
In Feuer steht das ganze Kind!
Miau! Mio! Miau! Mio!
Zu Hilf’! das Kind brennt lichterloh!”

That story is about a girl called Paulinchen who plays with the lighter of her parents and sets herself aflame. There’s not much more to it – she plays, starts to burn and burns to death.

The second one from “Sorry doesn’t actually circle any text, so I won’t transcribe it…

The other pictures are from the story of three boys who mock a little black boy because of his skin color. Santa Clause comes and dunks them in black ink so they’re even blacker than the boy they mocked (I know, I know right? The Germans have a strange view of “wacky”…).

The circled text is:

Es ging spazieren vor dem Tor
Ein kohlpechrabenschwarzer M[rest of the word crossed out and replaced with “ann”]

Gosh, I’m getting tired again. Actually I wanted to update you about my school life too, but I guess that has to wait until tomorrow since I’m close to falling asleep on my keyboard all of a sudden…

Bye, internet!

Randomly awake at Night

But still tired as hell.

Gah, now that I’ve opened the writing thingie, I can’t remember what I wanted to tell you about anymore.

Oh, right. New doodles. But I’m too tired to take photos now.

And I can’t find the DVD anymore. My room is a mess, but I hoped I could r̵͜͟ư̸͜ń̡͢ it while I fell asleep, I like noise in the room and the music is fabulous. Ah well.

Another rose arrived. They are so beautiful.

Going to sleep again. Nini internet!

Sorry…

Hey, internet.

I figured I should post something again, but I’m so dead-tired, I can barely look at the screen for long. Don’t even know why, I’ve slept a lot recently. I’ll just give you a quick update on stuff: Roses still appear, Prince Charming sweetens my every dream, and something’s up with the book. You know, the one I had to read for school? “Struwwelpeter” – I found it open yesterday and today and there’s pencil-drawing in it. I took some fabulous photos to share it with you:

The first page that has been molested.

A close up of the drawing.

That page was open yesterday. And today it was this one:

This time: words.

And more words.

Yeah. When the first thing happened, I had checked that page. The words appeared when I slept. Funny: The book was laying in my bed randomly when I woke up after sleeping ever since my last entry here. But Dad says it wasn’t him. I’m not sure wether to be alarmed by it… It could be my Prince.

I caught a glimpse of Him on the window. Just a quick motion, couldn’t see it too well. Today, my rose layed on my chest.

Gosh, I really am tired… sorry for bad spelling and stuff, tried to write decently, but I think I need some more sleep.

I watched the Sharpay movie! It’s truly fabulous. So I’m going to plug it here:

This just feels so much like my song! Especially ever since He’s in my dreams.

Going to sleep now. Bye, internet!

Le update

Hey internet!

Sorry for me not posting earlier, but I kind of didn’t want everything I wrote to be shoved into the “April’s Fools” corner. So I waited until today.

There’s not much to tell, either, but at least the few things are good news. I found out a bit more about Brute’s condition, although I don’t quite know what to make of it. Someone commented on my blog and seemed to know the things on his notes. I checked on her blog in turn and it sounds very much as if the monster he drew was the “Black King” out of a strategy game or MMORPG or I’mjustthrowingrandomwordsforgamesIdon’tknowbecauseIneverplayedthemoutthere.  I’m not sure what kind of game it is yet, though, because Thage (the commenter) didn’t answer my questions about that yet. But either way, it creeps me out a little bit less now in hindsight. I’ll just ask Story about it.

Who I didn’t have much opportunity to talk to this week because so many of the cool kids at school decided to be born in March/April and I have to attend birthday surprise party preparation meetings like every fifth minute. :(

My cell phone is still missing, but no new notes so far. Which is nice and the main reason for me being so upbeat today. Maybe Brute just had… I dunno, a rough patch and calmed down. Would be nice. Maybe he just wanted to pull a prank on me. Would be nice, too. I don’t want to get my hopes up too much too quickly.

The grades on the project with Story were good as well, I could answer some extra questions without any problem (thank you Story! You’re so fabulous<3) and thus might get a slightly better mark in German overall. Also: Breakfast lesson soon! Yay!

Even my dreams have gotten better. No nightmares so far. Just a really cute dream in which I was a Disney princess and spending a sparkly, pink, unicorn-rainbow-fartingly happy day with my princess friends. Hooray, sleep!

Okay, I need to go offline now though. Surprise birthday party at Barbie’s tomorrow. *sigh*

bye, internet!

The whole Story 1/???

Hi internet

Hey look, I’ve got a new theme again! “Liquorice” was published recently, and I liked it more than “Banana smoothie”. Maybe I can pinkify it a little more for it to meet my taste.

So it’s time to tell you about where I’ve been for the past few weeks and why I was so quiet.I was, of course, where I always am – at home, at school and stuff. I had other reasons for not posting meanwhile. I’ll tell you everything, but it might take some time as I’m still quite busy with school work, so I probably have to break it into a lot of different posts.

Okay, here I go: It started when I met with Story more or less every day for the project. I would come over after school and spend some time with him, always pretending that there still were things I didn’t understand and slowing him down a little with small talk so we wouldn’t get it done right away. On a side note: “Der Struwwelpeter” is some pretty fucked up stuff. Really, Germans? Do you really discipline your children via telling them that Santa Clause will come over and dunk them into ink if they are racist, or that a tailor will jump into their room and cut their thumbs off if they suck on them? There was almost no story that didn’t leave me with a flat: “What.” That book is outright creepy. But I digress.

Anyway, most days I have to stay at school longer than Story – I’m friends with cheerleaders after all. But once I came home – I mean, once I dropped by at his house before he was there, I met Brute.

Well, actually I had met him before, but just for some short moments, because Story had been there as well. Brute is Story’s brother, I think they might even be twins (they look the same age anyway and it could be that one of them said something about it to me, I’m not sure right now). When Story wasn’t at home, Brute was nice enough to invite me in anyway and we watched TV together for a bit and he showed me his models. He is a massive geek, just like Story, but while Story prefers Fantasy and medieval stuff, Brute is totally into Sci-Fi and has a shitload of models at home he built himself. Well, and that more or less was it, we talked a bit, sat on the couch, and then Story would come and my inner Fiona would squee and I proceeded to do my homework with Story.

It’s a stupid place to stop typing now, but I need to go. There are some exams coming up and I didn’t do my share of learning today yet and it’s actually already late enough for me to go to bed. So – to be continued.

Bye internet!

Whoah, Viewsplosion!

Hey internet!

Did I already tell you that I love you? Because I do, I love you! You are awesome! Just look at this:

Those are my site stats in the morning. Click to see in full size.

14 views yesterday? That… that… that’s so fabulous! I was about to feel all grumpy and bad-tempered all day today because I didn’t sleep well again – but now I can’t anymore. I guess I have to be all happyface now. Because of you, internet. I hope you feel fabulous for that!

Really, I’m a very happy little fish right now. Thank you for frequenting my Blog, for reading and… being with me this way! I shall reward you right away with the story I should have told you sooner anyway.

So Friday after school I visited Story at home so we could do our group-homework. He was even cuter then I expected. Like a gentleman he would always offer me things to drink, going out of his way (read: down into the cellar) to get me orange juice because that was the drink I happened to like the most. When I came to his room, it was not quite as stereotypically dork-ish as I had thought. But still pretty much. His bookshelf more or less covered one whole wall, and still there were books lying everywhere as if he couldn’t manage to stuff any more into the shelf. When I came in, there was one of the Lord of the Rings novels lying on the desk. I couldn’t repress a smirk when I saw it, which resulted in him blushing and putting it away quickly. And that, in turn, made me feel bad for laughing at him, so I told him that he shouldn’t act like he didn’t like it just because of me. You know, totally not giving myself away. Also: Look who’s talking! Little Miss Hypocrisy! His expression at this remark was totally worth it though. I’ve never seen something as cute as Story blushing before. The rest of the afternoon I could hold back rather well, but it was difficult to act all cool and collected while I sat right next to my secret crush for… I don’t even know how long exactly. It’s all behind that pink, fluffy curtain that is the memories of sitting next to him, bent over that strange children’s book (Germans are strange people, or at least were, judging from that thing…). I was so distracted by just being with him that I can’t even really remember what he said or did in particular. Apart from those two scenes, the second one because I was being hypocritical then and the first one because when I visited him yesterday again – there was a glass with fresh, chilled orange juice on his desk for me already.

How can someone be so… charming?

Well, I’m going to hop into bed now, hoping to get some sleep tonight. I really don’t understand why my sub-conscience chooses to dream about nasty things instead of wonderful afternoons.  But maybe the cinema in my mind will at least feature fabulous readers tonight instead of… stuff. That would be great. :)

Nini, internet!

PS: Also, feel invited to comment, too. Not forced, but invited. ;)

A Reason to love School

From now one I have to admit having one. Just one.

Hi again internet!

I promised you a blogpost for today, and since I’m a good little girl I’ll keep my promise. I don’t know if I will tell you about my visit with Story today though. I still need to let the events of today sink in a bit. But I’ll tell you at least half of what I promised yesterday.

I’m getting a bit paranoid though. Checked my full name and some other relevant keywords on Google today to see if my blog was easy to find. Obviously it’s not. I think I should go “yay” for that. Also, a quick sidenote: Please don’t give up on me just because I don’t post for a few days. As I wrote last time, I need to do some things to keep my status at school. You could call them obligations. Like finding a new outfit at least once or twice a month or going to the mall or parties with my friends. There are certain movies I have to watch and certain things I have to see. And then there’s homework to do. My days are not constantly stuffed, but often enough I won’t find the time to update daily. I like posting here though, and if I ever decide to stop I’ll at least put up the effort of telling you before I abandon the ship. So – stay tuned.

That said, you at least get to hear/read the story about me getting to visit Story. I have to thank school for that. As I already stated, I like German very much. Our teacher is a strict, but creative woman, I’ll call her Mrs. Sense here. She comes from Germany and as far as I know, she originally taught Psychology and German there. Impressive, huh? So she always tries to teach us techniques for learning and to get rid of problems between us. That’s one of the reasons for her to be against us choosing who we want to work with ourselves. Whenever there’s any kind of group project, she generates the groups randomly.

We often get group homework. It’s mostly stuff she doesn’t manage to get out to us during the actual lessons, but wants us to know nontheless. It’s also good motivation, since she awards the groups points for good work. She managed to get some parents to give us a buck for every point, and that budget we may use for a breakfast-lesson once in a while. As I said, she’s very creative. Anyway, this time, Story and I got paired up together. We have to go over the “Der Struwwelpeter”, a German book for children, and analyze and summarize it before we introduce it to the rest of the class together. You just can’t imagine how happy I was to do it together with him. We have until next wednesday, so that’s one week full of good excuses to hang out with him!

Of course my friends pitied me a bit and suggested talking to him so he would do more of the work alone and I wouldn’t need to spend that much time with him. I weaseled my way out of that somehow. I don’t even remember everything I said to them about it, I just know it involved my father scolding me for my grades (which he never does). They believed me. I can spend time with the boy I like without them looking funny at me. What a fabulous feeling!~<3

I realised today that I sadly can’t even hint to my feelings though. I don’t think he would brag about it. But it could come out anyway. And then everything I feared, everything I’m happy to be able to avoid would happen anyway.

Right now, I try not to think too much about that and just enjoy the moment. And the moments with him are… fabulous.

Well… I’ll end here for today. More later, internet.