Rather than wasting time and space on needless words I offer only this prayer that I hope reaches each and every person that I met during this lovely and fantastic experience.
"I hope that I have given you a reason for which to smile everyday. And I want you all to realize that there is someone in this world whether they be on the East Coast of California or on the waves of Australia, there is someone who cares for you and who will look out for you to make sure that you are safe. I want to thank all the people that made this experience what it is because it was truly a blessing to be here. It was an absolutely wondering and incredible journey that I will keep remembering until the next time that I can meet up with all of you and share the beautiful experiences once more. I would like to thank each person individually because I feel as though you all deserve your own special thanks in your own special way.
I want to thank Cornelia "The Yogurt Bomber" because you are always smiling and your mood brings me up when I feel like crawling back in bed. You're a beautiful person with a beautiful spirit and I hope that life can never take that away from you.
I wish to thank Geta "The Female Michaelangelo" because she's such a marvelous friend to have. You're funny and kind, and a great person to know. You know how to treat people the right way and for this I know that you will go far in life. May God give you back all that you give to others.
To Einam, "The Ultimate Mrs." you are one of the most powerful women that I have ever met in my life. You are absolutely beautiful and you will go to the final step to make sure that someone feels comfortable and accepted. I want to thank you so much for helping me this semester and putting up with all of this German craziness, and for just being strong when we needed it most.
Idan, "The Sith Lord" you're the backbone of the Lubu Mafia. Without you there would be no structure, no order. You have helped me so so much this semester and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without your help I could not have done half the things I've accomplished, and I realize that you are truly a magnificent person. Truly a super-hero in your own way.
Eliza, "The Vampire Queen" truly you're one of the best friends anyone can have. You're beautiful, kind, loving, and compassionate. Any man on this earth would be lucky to have you. With me you have been so wonderful and I want to thank you for being there and helping me when I couldn't help myself.
Zana "The Splitter." I love you. All I can say is, I love you. If you didn't have a best friend now, I hope that I can say that you have found a new one. You are the most magnificent person that God has ever created and I hope you realize that. I want to grow old together and when we're 80 I just want to reach over and pat your hand as we reflect on crazy times when we were 20. I just hope that you can forgo all my mistakes and flaws as we carve a path through destiny. Never, never will I forget you.
To the others, I want to thank you from the depths of my soul. Words cannot express how grateful and loving I feel right now, just know that I wish you all of the best from now to forever and I hope that you will remember me and all the things that we've accomplished together.
So for one last time I raise my goblet to the German sky in a triumphant cry: "PROST! To the LUBU Mafia! Long Live The Spirit of the Rhine!!!" Much love to all my people, now and forever,
sincerely,
D'Arcee. aka "The Godfather."
Monday 31 July 2006
Saturday 29 July 2006
You Know You're American When...
* You wait for more than 5 minutes at the door to be seated at a restaurant.
* You order water and are surprised when there's no ice and bubbles.
*You're surprised that you have to pay for that glass of water.
*You can't figure out why your bill is so high after four refills of water.
*You try to factor in 15% for tips.
*You expect ice in your drink at McDonald's.
*You expect free ketchup at McDonald's.
*You are surprised that a Quarter Pounder with Cheese is really a Burger Royal.
*You have to ask what "McCountry" day it is.
*You spend more than 15 minutes talking about McDonald's.
*You ask for fast food and end up at a döner shop.
*You tell them to pile everything on it, and you can't figure out where the meat is.
*You walk through the crosswalks of streets without stopping.
*You're surprised that you received a ticket for doing that.
*You're surprised that the squirrels in Germany also have mullets.
*You start making fun of Turkish haircuts.
*And you've been here too long when you start thinking that mullets are cute.
*You're surprised that the portraits from the 1600's are the same haircuts as the modern day Germany.
*You're surprised that they even have portraits from the 1600's.
*You're surprised of the sizes of the cars and have to ask where the engine is.
*You can't believe that you have to pay to use the bathroom.
*You spend more than 5 minutes trying to figure out how to flush the toilet.
*You pull the "flush" string and can't figure out why the paramedics have arrived.
*You're surprised when you ask "How are you doing?" and you get a real answer.
*You walk into a clothing store and see the tag that reads "XXL" and you believe it.
* You order water and are surprised when there's no ice and bubbles.
*You're surprised that you have to pay for that glass of water.
*You can't figure out why your bill is so high after four refills of water.
*You try to factor in 15% for tips.
*You expect ice in your drink at McDonald's.
*You expect free ketchup at McDonald's.
*You are surprised that a Quarter Pounder with Cheese is really a Burger Royal.
*You have to ask what "McCountry" day it is.
*You spend more than 15 minutes talking about McDonald's.
*You ask for fast food and end up at a döner shop.
*You tell them to pile everything on it, and you can't figure out where the meat is.
*You walk through the crosswalks of streets without stopping.
*You're surprised that you received a ticket for doing that.
*You're surprised that the squirrels in Germany also have mullets.
*You start making fun of Turkish haircuts.
*And you've been here too long when you start thinking that mullets are cute.
*You're surprised that the portraits from the 1600's are the same haircuts as the modern day Germany.
*You're surprised that they even have portraits from the 1600's.
*You're surprised of the sizes of the cars and have to ask where the engine is.
*You can't believe that you have to pay to use the bathroom.
*You spend more than 5 minutes trying to figure out how to flush the toilet.
*You pull the "flush" string and can't figure out why the paramedics have arrived.
*You're surprised when you ask "How are you doing?" and you get a real answer.
*You walk into a clothing store and see the tag that reads "XXL" and you believe it.
Friday 28 July 2006
Venutian Lesson Number One: Examine Your Threads
VENUTIAN FASHION.
So then. You wanna speak and be Venutian? Here's how to dress like one. The current state of Germany is one where the population is almost nearly divided into a perfect and equal half. 50% is German while the other 50% is of Turkish decent which is like from the Middle East/Turkey region. And the way that they dress is a vast difference from the way the Germans dress. Typical German clothing includes the button-up shirt with a pair of jeans, maybe some sandals or flip flops or a loose-fitting t-shirt. The hair styles are various but do not differ a lot. You have the fauxhawk as it is called in some circles, which is the mohawk, only much much shorter and easier to control and maintain with the proper amount of hair gel. And then you have the classic Caesar style, the short cut around the ears style, and the long hair hippie style. These are the primary hairstyles that have been around since before the 1700's believe me I know this from looking at the pictures in the Schlossplatz. Allow me to warn onlookers that German clothing can be extremely deceptive. Many of the people here in Germany are exceptionally thin, so the clothes they wear reflect this style. For example I bought a sweater from a shop in Breuningland, which is like a German mall, from a store called New York. The sweater says XXL on the tag, so I figured it would be more than big enough for me since I'm not that big. I get home, try and it on and the sweater becomes a corset/second skin as it's body-conforming and presses against the skin. In otherwords, it's very tight. But it's a hot sweater.
However the Turkish are the complete opposite of the Germans. Whatever the Germans do, the Turks refuse to cooperate unless you find those one or two rare exceptions. Turkish clothing varies in age and social status depending on where you are and who you are talking to. For the young men, it is taken almost completely copied from the American Western side of the world, copying the complete "gangsta" look, with the baggy pants rolled up one side, and the piercings, with the big shoes/boots, and graphic tees or button ups open. Add to this the look of aviator glasses or big sunglasses in general, and you have a good idea of what's going on. The hairstyles are wild ranging from classic fauxhawk, to the wild and crazy New York inspired hair cuts of the wild strands thrown across the face, with the mullet combined in the back. For older men, they stick the more conservative side of things with slacks and a button up or polo and the mullet or jerry curl (I know you thought those things were out of style!) with the loafers to complete the look.
Turkish women also have distinct looks as to what they wear. You have the classic Middle Eastern ensemble with the headwrap and body cover usually in black or brown, or if you're a younger Turkish girl the style mostly copies from the looks of Hollywood with tight blue jeans and thigh high boots, with a nose piercing lots of rings, and crazy hair.
I have decided that the Turkish will be my next inspiration for my upcoming fashion show at Pembroke, the Fire and Ice Pageant Round 3: International Vogue.
So then. You wanna speak and be Venutian? Here's how to dress like one. The current state of Germany is one where the population is almost nearly divided into a perfect and equal half. 50% is German while the other 50% is of Turkish decent which is like from the Middle East/Turkey region. And the way that they dress is a vast difference from the way the Germans dress. Typical German clothing includes the button-up shirt with a pair of jeans, maybe some sandals or flip flops or a loose-fitting t-shirt. The hair styles are various but do not differ a lot. You have the fauxhawk as it is called in some circles, which is the mohawk, only much much shorter and easier to control and maintain with the proper amount of hair gel. And then you have the classic Caesar style, the short cut around the ears style, and the long hair hippie style. These are the primary hairstyles that have been around since before the 1700's believe me I know this from looking at the pictures in the Schlossplatz. Allow me to warn onlookers that German clothing can be extremely deceptive. Many of the people here in Germany are exceptionally thin, so the clothes they wear reflect this style. For example I bought a sweater from a shop in Breuningland, which is like a German mall, from a store called New York. The sweater says XXL on the tag, so I figured it would be more than big enough for me since I'm not that big. I get home, try and it on and the sweater becomes a corset/second skin as it's body-conforming and presses against the skin. In otherwords, it's very tight. But it's a hot sweater.
However the Turkish are the complete opposite of the Germans. Whatever the Germans do, the Turks refuse to cooperate unless you find those one or two rare exceptions. Turkish clothing varies in age and social status depending on where you are and who you are talking to. For the young men, it is taken almost completely copied from the American Western side of the world, copying the complete "gangsta" look, with the baggy pants rolled up one side, and the piercings, with the big shoes/boots, and graphic tees or button ups open. Add to this the look of aviator glasses or big sunglasses in general, and you have a good idea of what's going on. The hairstyles are wild ranging from classic fauxhawk, to the wild and crazy New York inspired hair cuts of the wild strands thrown across the face, with the mullet combined in the back. For older men, they stick the more conservative side of things with slacks and a button up or polo and the mullet or jerry curl (I know you thought those things were out of style!) with the loafers to complete the look.
Turkish women also have distinct looks as to what they wear. You have the classic Middle Eastern ensemble with the headwrap and body cover usually in black or brown, or if you're a younger Turkish girl the style mostly copies from the looks of Hollywood with tight blue jeans and thigh high boots, with a nose piercing lots of rings, and crazy hair.
I have decided that the Turkish will be my next inspiration for my upcoming fashion show at Pembroke, the Fire and Ice Pageant Round 3: International Vogue.
Thursday 27 July 2006
A Last Bit of Advice From "The Gayshia"
So it's Wednesday and the clock is ticking on my time here in Ludwigsburg. I've got six days left here and I'm trying my best to enjoy it. Turns out that Xavier and Kristin are leaving us early and going to stay with the "Sugardaddy" aka Rogerio in Esslingen, so many of us won't see them again. I guess I'm glad that Craig and I live in North Carolina so we can keep in better contact with them. I know for one that I better be in good contact with Craig and Xavier at least, since they both live relatively close to the school and my house. So tonight we had an ERASMUS party, which is like a party for all the International Students at Antonio's house. On that subject, I will not go into other than to say that someone there is a very scandalous and hypocritical bitch who can't keep her hands to herself, and she should learn to control her feelings better in public than to constantly prove to everyone that she's in love again, and that she has to prove that every three minutes. I mean give the man some air to breathe. (B.) So after the party I'm chatting it up with Xavier and Craig and I found out through Xavier's professional diagnosis that Craig has entered into a state of depression due to his homesickness, and that's causing his lack of everything. Personally I don't know whether to believe this, because Craig is the type of person that constantly has to have someone around him that's able to understand his problems. If we couldn't then, he'd have no choice but to deal with it on his own anyway. So yeah.
But I start talking to Xavier and found out the whole scoop on him, and it's not true that he's a pompous asshole who thinks he's better than everyone else. So we sat and chatted and I found out the real scoop that in fact it was just the way that the cards played out and he ended up where he is. I'm glad that I had the talk because it really cleared up a lot of things for me trying to understand that because he's always been somewhat of a mystery. Personally I think that he has the vibe of being a little more special than most, but honestly that's just air, not really the truth. It offered me a glimpse to what other people on the campus don't really get to see. And he's not the only one for whose feelings I've changed for.
Turns out Ray is a pretty cool dude too, not to mention kinda cute in a loveable teddy bear kind of way. In the beginning, I thought he was just a prude who wanted to do nothing but hang with the Germans and do German things, and at first he was on Craig's and I shit list because of it. But honestly, as far as I know, he's not like that. He's funny and intelligent and witty, and compassionate which is far more than what I thought. I guess when you go abroad, you try to find people that are most like you so you can relate better. So since they're both from Pembroke, I guess I just tried to get to know them a little better. And the attention paid off.
But I start talking to Xavier and found out the whole scoop on him, and it's not true that he's a pompous asshole who thinks he's better than everyone else. So we sat and chatted and I found out the real scoop that in fact it was just the way that the cards played out and he ended up where he is. I'm glad that I had the talk because it really cleared up a lot of things for me trying to understand that because he's always been somewhat of a mystery. Personally I think that he has the vibe of being a little more special than most, but honestly that's just air, not really the truth. It offered me a glimpse to what other people on the campus don't really get to see. And he's not the only one for whose feelings I've changed for.
Turns out Ray is a pretty cool dude too, not to mention kinda cute in a loveable teddy bear kind of way. In the beginning, I thought he was just a prude who wanted to do nothing but hang with the Germans and do German things, and at first he was on Craig's and I shit list because of it. But honestly, as far as I know, he's not like that. He's funny and intelligent and witty, and compassionate which is far more than what I thought. I guess when you go abroad, you try to find people that are most like you so you can relate better. So since they're both from Pembroke, I guess I just tried to get to know them a little better. And the attention paid off.
Tuesday 25 July 2006
You're From Mars, But on Venus? Here's How to Speak Venutian!! (Or to live in Germany fyi)
First off: I finished my semester in Ludwigsburg today!!! yeah me!!!
So then, this is the first of many blogs dedicated to the art of venutian, or an fyi of how to really live in Germany, if you plan on coming here. You can read all of the how to books you want, but you really need to know someone who's been there recently to give you the heads up on what's it's like to be here. My lovely counterpart, Zana for who's MySpace profile you can find at www.myspace.com/43576404 will be covering the other half of what I leave out. We will be discussing the following items: So if you'd like to know the current and up date how to on these topics, just click the appropriate blog. I will cover fashion, sexuality (from a gay standpoint), transportation, and food. While she will handle education, sexuality (from a straight standpoint), culture, and entertainment/nightlife here in Germany. Keep in mind that our points do not neccessarily represent the whole of Europe nor even Germany for that matter. Rather Ludwigsburg/Stuttgart and the places around thereof.
So then, this is the first of many blogs dedicated to the art of venutian, or an fyi of how to really live in Germany, if you plan on coming here. You can read all of the how to books you want, but you really need to know someone who's been there recently to give you the heads up on what's it's like to be here. My lovely counterpart, Zana for who's MySpace profile you can find at www.myspace.com/43576404 will be covering the other half of what I leave out. We will be discussing the following items: So if you'd like to know the current and up date how to on these topics, just click the appropriate blog. I will cover fashion, sexuality (from a gay standpoint), transportation, and food. While she will handle education, sexuality (from a straight standpoint), culture, and entertainment/nightlife here in Germany. Keep in mind that our points do not neccessarily represent the whole of Europe nor even Germany for that matter. Rather Ludwigsburg/Stuttgart and the places around thereof.
Sunday 23 July 2006
Another Divine Revelation Concerning the Art of the Bootycall....
Divine Revelation #5: Know Your Bootycall's Previous Schedule
V. This is a very important rule, and it's one that should be followed constantly to the letter. You need to know exactly what your bootycall is doing precisely before or after he/she meets you. If you fail to procure this vital information, you could be left with a severe repercussion resulting in your genitalia turning a slight shade of blue or leaking extremities which is an embarrassing situation in either way. There is nothing worse than inviting your bootycall to enjoy the pleasure of their company until you come to the realization that they have a more important function in which to attend or was lacking sleep from your call, which results in poor sexual stimulation and performance. Always keep your schedule and theirs in your mental roledex.
V. This is a very important rule, and it's one that should be followed constantly to the letter. You need to know exactly what your bootycall is doing precisely before or after he/she meets you. If you fail to procure this vital information, you could be left with a severe repercussion resulting in your genitalia turning a slight shade of blue or leaking extremities which is an embarrassing situation in either way. There is nothing worse than inviting your bootycall to enjoy the pleasure of their company until you come to the realization that they have a more important function in which to attend or was lacking sleep from your call, which results in poor sexual stimulation and performance. Always keep your schedule and theirs in your mental roledex.
Drowned World/Substitute For Love
I just thought it worthwhile to mention that I think this is one of my favorite songs of all time. It's on Madonna's Ray of Light cd, number one, and the more I listen to it, the more it makes absolute sense. Cause that's kinda what I'm going through right now. It just makes so much perfect sense it's really scary.
Drowned World/Substitute For Love by Madonna
I traded fame for love
Without a second thought
It all became a silly a game
Some things cannot be bought
I got exactly what I asked for
Wanted it so badly
Running, rushing back for more
I suffered fools so gladly
And now I find
I've changed my mind
Chorus:
No The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
I traveled round the world
Looking for a home
I found myself in crowded rooms
Feeling so alone
I had so many lovers
Who settled for the thrill
Of basking in my spotlight
I never felt so happy
(chorus)
Mmmmm, ooohhh, mmmmm
Famous faces, far off places
Trinkets I can buy
No handsome stranger, heady danger
Drug that I can try
No ferris wheel, no heart to steal
No laughter in the dark
No one-night stand, no far-off land
No fire that I can spark
Mmmmm, mmmmm
(chorus)
Now I find I've changed my mind
This is my religion
Drowned World/Substitute For Love by Madonna
I traded fame for love
Without a second thought
It all became a silly a game
Some things cannot be bought
I got exactly what I asked for
Wanted it so badly
Running, rushing back for more
I suffered fools so gladly
And now I find
I've changed my mind
Chorus:
No The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
I traveled round the world
Looking for a home
I found myself in crowded rooms
Feeling so alone
I had so many lovers
Who settled for the thrill
Of basking in my spotlight
I never felt so happy
(chorus)
Mmmmm, ooohhh, mmmmm
Famous faces, far off places
Trinkets I can buy
No handsome stranger, heady danger
Drug that I can try
No ferris wheel, no heart to steal
No laughter in the dark
No one-night stand, no far-off land
No fire that I can spark
Mmmmm, mmmmm
(chorus)
Now I find I've changed my mind
This is my religion
[tick, tick, tick....] Time Goes By....So Slowly....So Slowly....
Okay so then. After a massive updating of my MySpace profile I've had to come back for a refresher course. So here's the deal. It's Sunday July 23rd, and I'm just waiting for the Hausmeister to get here next Monday and give me the green light to bounce out. So I've got two papers and a presentation that I need to do, which is what I will be attempting shortly after a shower and some food, and I have a dreaded "klasure" (test in German) tomorrow morning but honestly I don't give a fuck. All I need is a 3 or more in the class to pass. German school classes are fucked. You get a 1 for an A, so on and so forth with a 4 failing. But I won't go into this right now because I've decided along with number 3 of the Lubu mafia aka "The Splitter" that we will bring you all who read these a comprehensive list of what it is really like to be and study here in Germany. I will take four subjects and she will take the other four and we will dedicate my last week here to this. So be on the lookout for that. As far as life is concerned, nothing much happening, so steeling myself together for the one last massive boost I need to get through this week. And we shall see what happens with Peter and Frau Bischoff in regards to the Studentwerk....no comments now, but we shall see. Because if I have my way...they'll be pissed and I'll be happy.
While I'm at it let me just pause for a moment to reflect on the incident of the other night. While I'm sure some people might not be pleased with this, it is my view and opinion to express the way that I feel about anyone I please, so take this as a disclaimer before you read on, Zana.
Now with that in mind, Zana's friend Timo graced our presence the other night when we decided to watch -god forbid- Johnny Depp's version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. And so I have to say that I wasn't sure exactly what to expect when he came in. I know I was thinking about someone closer to Josh's Marko since I thought though he was from Oregon that he might have adopted the quieter German tendencies towards frailness and all of that. However, that is not what came through the door. Okay so here's my breakdown of Timo, who's real name is Timothy though he couldn't find a German equivalent, so it became Timo.
First off: Quiet, hell to the no. Timo is a traditional American through and through transported over to the quiet confines of Germany. He is loud, brash and strongly opinionated in every way possible. In fact it was almost too much of a shock for me since Zana's not really like that, and I am of course my own personality so I can handle it. I haven't seen that in quite some time.
Secondly: As far as looks go, he's cute I'll give him that. With kind of a Luke Wilson if he had dark hair/Keanu Reeves complex about him (though Timo finds Keanu abominable). He's tall and big and broad. That part is the typical German that I was expecting if you're not small and frail then you are huge and bulky.
And then the rest of the evening was as follows: his view on men, his view on the best films of all time (never mind the actors, only the directors count), his view on German beer and his view on the rest of us. Us being, Zana, Ray, myself and Jessica. Then I decided I'd had enough and we needed to move so we moved to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It would have been exceptionally nicer, if I didn't hear the funniest statements coming up beforehand from the peanut gallery of one person. That kinda takes the air out of the film. And then to laugh at the insanely oddest parts, personally I didn't like the film because it was just so weird. Too weird to understand. But according to Timo-as the world is sucked through his view-it is the greatest movie in the last 10 years and Tim Burton's best, which I completely disagree with. I'd pick "Nightmare Before Christmas" anyday before I pick "Charlie."
He also has a fair amount of disdain for anyone younger than he is which of course was...all of us, so he gave me Ray, and Jessica this quirkly little sneer the whole night as if to be like, "How dare you try to be in Germany 10 years younger than me." Honestly it's not our fault that you chose to travel the world at an older age. We just happened to get the break to come years before you. And my final admonition here, (check the Mulan dialogue) as far as the gay factor goes, when he first showed up I didn't think that he was I didn't think he was as gay as everyone made him out to be. But that was before we got on the subject of movies. After the conversation was finished I had come to the final and finite solution of one thing. He's a real cunt. And I mean that.
While I'm at it let me just pause for a moment to reflect on the incident of the other night. While I'm sure some people might not be pleased with this, it is my view and opinion to express the way that I feel about anyone I please, so take this as a disclaimer before you read on, Zana.
Now with that in mind, Zana's friend Timo graced our presence the other night when we decided to watch -god forbid- Johnny Depp's version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. And so I have to say that I wasn't sure exactly what to expect when he came in. I know I was thinking about someone closer to Josh's Marko since I thought though he was from Oregon that he might have adopted the quieter German tendencies towards frailness and all of that. However, that is not what came through the door. Okay so here's my breakdown of Timo, who's real name is Timothy though he couldn't find a German equivalent, so it became Timo.
First off: Quiet, hell to the no. Timo is a traditional American through and through transported over to the quiet confines of Germany. He is loud, brash and strongly opinionated in every way possible. In fact it was almost too much of a shock for me since Zana's not really like that, and I am of course my own personality so I can handle it. I haven't seen that in quite some time.
Secondly: As far as looks go, he's cute I'll give him that. With kind of a Luke Wilson if he had dark hair/Keanu Reeves complex about him (though Timo finds Keanu abominable). He's tall and big and broad. That part is the typical German that I was expecting if you're not small and frail then you are huge and bulky.
And then the rest of the evening was as follows: his view on men, his view on the best films of all time (never mind the actors, only the directors count), his view on German beer and his view on the rest of us. Us being, Zana, Ray, myself and Jessica. Then I decided I'd had enough and we needed to move so we moved to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It would have been exceptionally nicer, if I didn't hear the funniest statements coming up beforehand from the peanut gallery of one person. That kinda takes the air out of the film. And then to laugh at the insanely oddest parts, personally I didn't like the film because it was just so weird. Too weird to understand. But according to Timo-as the world is sucked through his view-it is the greatest movie in the last 10 years and Tim Burton's best, which I completely disagree with. I'd pick "Nightmare Before Christmas" anyday before I pick "Charlie."
He also has a fair amount of disdain for anyone younger than he is which of course was...all of us, so he gave me Ray, and Jessica this quirkly little sneer the whole night as if to be like, "How dare you try to be in Germany 10 years younger than me." Honestly it's not our fault that you chose to travel the world at an older age. We just happened to get the break to come years before you. And my final admonition here, (check the Mulan dialogue) as far as the gay factor goes, when he first showed up I didn't think that he was I didn't think he was as gay as everyone made him out to be. But that was before we got on the subject of movies. After the conversation was finished I had come to the final and finite solution of one thing. He's a real cunt. And I mean that.
Monday 17 July 2006
My Possible Future as a Dominatrix!
Look out Betty Page! Alright then. So this was the other side of the story that I wasn't about to tell to the rest of the world. So when Chris came over last night (I just called him Mike don't know why) he didn't speak ANY English and when I say ANY I mean it. The only words he understood was yes and no, and even then I had to demonstrate with my hands. So I told him that he could start doing what he wanted and if I said no then to stop. He didn't get it. So I just laid back and he started kissing me and feeling on me, which was pretty good. Then he started giving head which was good too. Now I guess I can understand why guys like head so much. I'm just mad that it can give you back spasms. I least in my case it does. That part hurts. But otherwise feels quite nice. But then he tripped me out when got naked and then attempted to take my dick and put it inside his ass. Then I was like no siree! (especially with no condom or anything? Fuck that.) So I had to basically remove him to get him to stop. But then afterward it was pretty ho hum, until he started to take my sneaks off. God that made me soo freakin' hard! I guess I can see now why some guys like to be dominant cause it does feel pretty good especially after yesterday. And when was massaging my feet in my shoes oh shit! And he unlaced my Adidas sneakers real loose and pulled them off real slow I came all over myself it was so hot! The way he was rubbing my socks and touching my feet made me definately want to consider doing that again! I will have to see for sure what goes on in the near future! I wonder if Anthony will be okay with that? We'll have to see...
The Cogwheels of Connexion
As we move forward from place to place to and fro in our infinite complaisance as Morgan Freeman narrated so beautifully in the War of the Worlds, we continually are adding new threads and new connections to the web we call our social network. We move forward and with every new face we see or with every hand we shake we weave and work another string into our neuronetwork that results in the complicated brain complexes we have inside our heads. And even so, sometime down the road if these pathways are unused or undone in any kind of way, then they will inevitably break down and dissolve into series of nothingness until a new face or circumstance allows us to recall the pathway into existence. The day before yesterday I met two new such connections with my next door neighbors Matze and Tabea as they stood outside and smoked a cigarette and I was coming back from undoing a connection of my own with one of the Romanian girls, Petra. On the way back, Matze informed me that he has always had such a wish to communicate with me but never found the time or the willpower to initate such a conversation. However my being there at 3 in the morning next to him inspired him to move with such confidence that he was compelled to talk to me. Next thing I know I'm in his living room with Tabea and the three of us are having conversation and laughing at the craziness of the world as we bullshit our way into the next morning. I'm just pissed that he chose now to try and make this connection cause there's no way it could be lasting when I only have 2 weeks left here in this country. So that connection is slowly dissolving in my mind. My only worry is that I hope I can maintain some of the other ones that I've made here. I'd especially like to keep a few with the Romanians and Zana and friends. It'd be nice. I think that there are a few definites that I will not lose track of, Zana being one them. She's so great. I'm very happy that I did come here even though the situation has been full of shit since before I got here. I think it's an experience that everyone should get to do once. I'm just happy I got to do before I finished school.
The other connection included this random Spanish chica who Skyped me randomly yesterday. Turns out she's studying English in Madrid where she's from, and she never gets to practice, so here's my cue. So we have this arrangement now (after having the longest Spanish conversation of my life for two and a half hourss) where she helps me with Spanish and I help her with her English. Olé! But this is only one part of my blog. The other part you guys don't get to see. Sorry!
The other connection included this random Spanish chica who Skyped me randomly yesterday. Turns out she's studying English in Madrid where she's from, and she never gets to practice, so here's my cue. So we have this arrangement now (after having the longest Spanish conversation of my life for two and a half hourss) where she helps me with Spanish and I help her with her English. Olé! But this is only one part of my blog. The other part you guys don't get to see. Sorry!
Sunday 16 July 2006
IV Devine Revelations About Midnight Booty-Calls & Those Who Answer Them...
Divine Revelation #1: Time Will Come For You, No Matter What
I. Never believe your BC (bootycall) if he tells you that it's okay for you to be there, if he keeps glancing at the clock. If he does this constantly, and if his reassurance is waning at best, seek a minimum safe distance. If he keeps telling you that it's fine and that the partner will not come back to find you in the bed together, that's bullshit for hurry the fuck up and get out. If you must stay in someone's presence after the other comes back, make sure to be doing a reasonable activity that will not arouse too much suspicion. If you fucked the person, the other will know this. But that doesn't mean you have to paint it over your forehead. At least ACT like you were there to do something else, and it just "happened."
Divine Revelation #2: When Making A Fashionable Exit, Be Sure To Properly Thank The Host
II. If you're sick, leave it at home and come back when you feel up the task of having sex. Do not enter into a residence get all into a sexual act and then up and decide you're sick again and due to this you must make a quick and fashionable exit, without your host getting theirs first. If you absolutely must decide to up and leave, at least give a suitable reason for why you're exiting the area and be sure to return within 24 hours to request a rain cheque or a follow-through. Do not book a passport and a flight out for three weeks and then inquire a month later as to the results of the party. The consequences can be devastating.
Divine Revelation #3: Always, Always Perform A Social Check. No Exceptions.
III. It doesn't matter if the person is the finest thing since Adam and Eve, and even if they want to jump your bones every second of every day, you must perform this vital move to ensure the future of your sanity. Failure to comply to this simple move, cam result in months or even years of mental anguish and/or permanently scar any future changes for a drama-free relationship. Find out who they've been hanging with, and what they do when they're not trying to jump you. If either answer to this is "nothing," or "I don't know," then that's a flag to evacuate and drop the A-bomb.
Divine Revelation #4: Always Read The Label EXTREMELY Carefully!
IV. You need to memorize every letter in every sentence of a label before you decide to purchase a product and ingest it for consumption. Do not take the printed picture on the can at face value. You MUST read the ingredients to find out exactly what is in the product. The media's job is redirect your attention the flashy colors [photos] and to the catchy slogan [stats].This brings up the point to make sure that the item can be identified in your langauge. You need to understand what you're putting in your mouth. If you are starving and grabbed a can without perusing the label beforehand, be sure to inspect the product inside with a toothcomb. If you bought corn and find a bean inside, you might want to consider returning the product to the buyer.
Currently listening:
Lost and Found
By Will Smith
Release date: 29 March, 2005
4:13 AM
I. Never believe your BC (bootycall) if he tells you that it's okay for you to be there, if he keeps glancing at the clock. If he does this constantly, and if his reassurance is waning at best, seek a minimum safe distance. If he keeps telling you that it's fine and that the partner will not come back to find you in the bed together, that's bullshit for hurry the fuck up and get out. If you must stay in someone's presence after the other comes back, make sure to be doing a reasonable activity that will not arouse too much suspicion. If you fucked the person, the other will know this. But that doesn't mean you have to paint it over your forehead. At least ACT like you were there to do something else, and it just "happened."
Divine Revelation #2: When Making A Fashionable Exit, Be Sure To Properly Thank The Host
II. If you're sick, leave it at home and come back when you feel up the task of having sex. Do not enter into a residence get all into a sexual act and then up and decide you're sick again and due to this you must make a quick and fashionable exit, without your host getting theirs first. If you absolutely must decide to up and leave, at least give a suitable reason for why you're exiting the area and be sure to return within 24 hours to request a rain cheque or a follow-through. Do not book a passport and a flight out for three weeks and then inquire a month later as to the results of the party. The consequences can be devastating.
Divine Revelation #3: Always, Always Perform A Social Check. No Exceptions.
III. It doesn't matter if the person is the finest thing since Adam and Eve, and even if they want to jump your bones every second of every day, you must perform this vital move to ensure the future of your sanity. Failure to comply to this simple move, cam result in months or even years of mental anguish and/or permanently scar any future changes for a drama-free relationship. Find out who they've been hanging with, and what they do when they're not trying to jump you. If either answer to this is "nothing," or "I don't know," then that's a flag to evacuate and drop the A-bomb.
Divine Revelation #4: Always Read The Label EXTREMELY Carefully!
IV. You need to memorize every letter in every sentence of a label before you decide to purchase a product and ingest it for consumption. Do not take the printed picture on the can at face value. You MUST read the ingredients to find out exactly what is in the product. The media's job is redirect your attention the flashy colors [photos] and to the catchy slogan [stats].This brings up the point to make sure that the item can be identified in your langauge. You need to understand what you're putting in your mouth. If you are starving and grabbed a can without perusing the label beforehand, be sure to inspect the product inside with a toothcomb. If you bought corn and find a bean inside, you might want to consider returning the product to the buyer.
Currently listening:
Lost and Found
By Will Smith
Release date: 29 March, 2005
4:13 AM
Thursday 13 July 2006
The Genius of Alexander Pope
When I was in eleventh grade, I can remember sitting there listening to one of my teachers (at this minute the name eludes me completely) and I remember looking up towards the front of the classroom and seeing a banner that he had posted up on the wall and I remember thinking, "Wow, I like that quote so much I'm gonna write it on my jeans." And so I did. And my jacket, and my binder. It kinda became my un-official high school anthem. It said the following:
"Blessed Is He Who Expects Nothing, For He Will Never Be Disappointed." -Alexander Pope.
Now I know to the particular people out there in the world, this may sound like a really really cynical thing to say but honestly I can understand why he said it. I understood it then and I'm beginning to understand it more and more as everyday goes past. I keep looking at all my friends here in Germany and in Pembroke, and just everywhere in the world and they have all have things that they are looking forward to doing. Of course I do too but it seems at times that some of the most basic joys that any normal teenager would be allow to love has just been taken away from me. No, not taken rather just never given to me. For example, the car. That has been probably the biggest issue that has plagued my life for the last 6 years or so simply because at times (and a lot of times) it seems so utterly impossible to achieve.
For those of you who don't know, my car past begins like so:
In 9th grade I took the Driver's Ed class with everyone else because I was told I was required to like all high-school freshmen. So I did. But what I quickly discovered was that I was like all high school freshmen because my driver's ed teacher looked at me when he passed back the tests, (of which I passed with a 98) and told me I would have to left his classroom because he couldn't teach me how to drive. He told me he was nowhere near qualified to teach me how to drive what they call a "handcar" and that if I wanted to learn I'd have to hire my own driver at another school.
So what that meant basically was, you're not driving today. Or next week, or next year. So I had to watch as all my friends got their licenses and their new cars and drove out to lunch and so on and so forth while I got to watch or take the bus, etc, etc. However, that was okay back then. But this is now. And now says that I can't do that anymore.
Which brings me to my point. What are people with disabilities supposed to do in America? Our society is not set up to the point that we can make it completely on our own and if we're not about to die, then they're not about to help. I had to almost sell my soul to get an SSI check two years ago, and they didn't want to hand that out. Now I'm looking at turning 21 with no earthly clue how to drive a car. I have not the faintest idea. And on top of that, even if I did shuck out the 7,000 dollars required for me just to take the lessons, when I bought a car, I'd have to pay another 4,000 to get it modified (at a cheap dealer mind you) and then my car insurance would be triple the rate of everyone else's because as the law in NC says, "people who are more of a risk on the road have to pay more." aka teenagers, the elderly and the disabled.
However I could continue to put it off but then I'd have no clue what to do. It is and I repeat IMPOSSIBLE to live a life in America fully without a car. You must have a vehicle to drive to and from work everyday or even just to enjoy leisure. I do not want to have to wait for my friends to come and get me, and I certainly don't want to wait for a bus that might not even be accessible. It is completely and utterly out of hand that I have to pay a ridiculous amount of money to learn how to drive when everyone else gets it for free! And even when I do take the class the teacher's not even fucking qualified!
You know....that makes me madder than anything else that I know. The fact that this life is completely unfair. Everything about it is so wrong, and people honestly have no clue. There needs to be a revolution. Someone needs to DO SOMETHING. Because there are probably millions of people out there who are in the same situation as I am. Like how in the hell am I supposed to get a job? Normally one is required to submit a resume of sorts when you graduate from high school/college so you can show the employers what you know and what you've done. But how the HELL are we supposed to show something to them when you have nothing to show? It's for that reason that I don't have any employment opportunities. I don't have a reason resume to fill out because I can't say that I've truly worked for anyone else before. Not for lack of trying either, most of the time I hear: "You can't perform the duties required of this position," or "our working space isn't large enough to accommodate people in your situation." And for them to say that at a cinema is clearly and incredibly ridiculous. And the other thing I want to point out is that not everyone that's in a wheelchair or immobilized is over 60! I get so sick and tired of these commercials advertising for mobile chairs and shit and all they do is show older people who need the help and support for the chairs. I know that the target demographic is age 60+ but that doesn't mean that they can't use other people since all you're doing is showing how you can regain mobility! So I don't know what to do. I don't know what George Bush wants us to do. I'm seriously considering writing a long and lengthy letter to the head of Congress in my state because they have got to do something about this.
People cannot be expected to live like this! This isn't living life you can't go anywhere! The freedom of living is the freedom to travel where you please and how you please. The purpose is the traveling, but if you're unable to do that then you are stuck in a position that's not even your own doing! I mean without a job we can't pay for an apartment because quite frankly SSI isn't enough on it's own to cover for anything more than food. Nowhere near enough for an apartment. And of course without food, you die. So all roads inevitably lead to death, which I refuse to accept.
Maybe its better it's better to take Pope's advice. To never expect that the government is ever gonna do something to help, so that way when it never happens you can't say you're surprised.
"Blessed Is He That Expects Nothing. For He Will Never Be Disappointed." -Alexander Pope.
"Blessed Is He Who Expects Nothing, For He Will Never Be Disappointed." -Alexander Pope.
Now I know to the particular people out there in the world, this may sound like a really really cynical thing to say but honestly I can understand why he said it. I understood it then and I'm beginning to understand it more and more as everyday goes past. I keep looking at all my friends here in Germany and in Pembroke, and just everywhere in the world and they have all have things that they are looking forward to doing. Of course I do too but it seems at times that some of the most basic joys that any normal teenager would be allow to love has just been taken away from me. No, not taken rather just never given to me. For example, the car. That has been probably the biggest issue that has plagued my life for the last 6 years or so simply because at times (and a lot of times) it seems so utterly impossible to achieve.
For those of you who don't know, my car past begins like so:
In 9th grade I took the Driver's Ed class with everyone else because I was told I was required to like all high-school freshmen. So I did. But what I quickly discovered was that I was like all high school freshmen because my driver's ed teacher looked at me when he passed back the tests, (of which I passed with a 98) and told me I would have to left his classroom because he couldn't teach me how to drive. He told me he was nowhere near qualified to teach me how to drive what they call a "handcar" and that if I wanted to learn I'd have to hire my own driver at another school.
So what that meant basically was, you're not driving today. Or next week, or next year. So I had to watch as all my friends got their licenses and their new cars and drove out to lunch and so on and so forth while I got to watch or take the bus, etc, etc. However, that was okay back then. But this is now. And now says that I can't do that anymore.
Which brings me to my point. What are people with disabilities supposed to do in America? Our society is not set up to the point that we can make it completely on our own and if we're not about to die, then they're not about to help. I had to almost sell my soul to get an SSI check two years ago, and they didn't want to hand that out. Now I'm looking at turning 21 with no earthly clue how to drive a car. I have not the faintest idea. And on top of that, even if I did shuck out the 7,000 dollars required for me just to take the lessons, when I bought a car, I'd have to pay another 4,000 to get it modified (at a cheap dealer mind you) and then my car insurance would be triple the rate of everyone else's because as the law in NC says, "people who are more of a risk on the road have to pay more." aka teenagers, the elderly and the disabled.
However I could continue to put it off but then I'd have no clue what to do. It is and I repeat IMPOSSIBLE to live a life in America fully without a car. You must have a vehicle to drive to and from work everyday or even just to enjoy leisure. I do not want to have to wait for my friends to come and get me, and I certainly don't want to wait for a bus that might not even be accessible. It is completely and utterly out of hand that I have to pay a ridiculous amount of money to learn how to drive when everyone else gets it for free! And even when I do take the class the teacher's not even fucking qualified!
You know....that makes me madder than anything else that I know. The fact that this life is completely unfair. Everything about it is so wrong, and people honestly have no clue. There needs to be a revolution. Someone needs to DO SOMETHING. Because there are probably millions of people out there who are in the same situation as I am. Like how in the hell am I supposed to get a job? Normally one is required to submit a resume of sorts when you graduate from high school/college so you can show the employers what you know and what you've done. But how the HELL are we supposed to show something to them when you have nothing to show? It's for that reason that I don't have any employment opportunities. I don't have a reason resume to fill out because I can't say that I've truly worked for anyone else before. Not for lack of trying either, most of the time I hear: "You can't perform the duties required of this position," or "our working space isn't large enough to accommodate people in your situation." And for them to say that at a cinema is clearly and incredibly ridiculous. And the other thing I want to point out is that not everyone that's in a wheelchair or immobilized is over 60! I get so sick and tired of these commercials advertising for mobile chairs and shit and all they do is show older people who need the help and support for the chairs. I know that the target demographic is age 60+ but that doesn't mean that they can't use other people since all you're doing is showing how you can regain mobility! So I don't know what to do. I don't know what George Bush wants us to do. I'm seriously considering writing a long and lengthy letter to the head of Congress in my state because they have got to do something about this.
People cannot be expected to live like this! This isn't living life you can't go anywhere! The freedom of living is the freedom to travel where you please and how you please. The purpose is the traveling, but if you're unable to do that then you are stuck in a position that's not even your own doing! I mean without a job we can't pay for an apartment because quite frankly SSI isn't enough on it's own to cover for anything more than food. Nowhere near enough for an apartment. And of course without food, you die. So all roads inevitably lead to death, which I refuse to accept.
Maybe its better it's better to take Pope's advice. To never expect that the government is ever gonna do something to help, so that way when it never happens you can't say you're surprised.
"Blessed Is He That Expects Nothing. For He Will Never Be Disappointed." -Alexander Pope.
Wednesday 12 July 2006
There's Something About Mary...No Wait, It Should Be There's Something About Zana....
Okay then. So it's eleven o' clock and the show just finished a little under an hour ago. In a word, it was great. I think it went really, really well considering how much time and effort was put into it. Honestly it was the fastest fashion show that I have ever done in my entire life, and it will be quite some time before I ever do it again. Because frankly that's enough of shit to kill a person over the stress. But all in all, the show was really good. The crowd was hype, the models had fun, the only problem was a few of the songs kept skipping but much to my delight, nobody stopped moving and it all went rather smoothy (except for the last scene but it went well considering we never did it on the new stage). Everyone was moving really well and no one tripped and fell (thank God) and it was really nice. So I'm glad everyone had a really good time. But no. That's not the point of this entry. And Zana, you know where I'm going with this....
This girl, this crazy California/German hybrid turns around after the show and we're heading back and I told her to put my manual wheelchair back into the room because I used it for the last scene of the show. So she takes it back and everything's cool almost. Until later when I'm chatting with Petra and Toby when I discover, "hey I don't have my housekey. Zana still has it." So I go to find her to get it. It isn't until she says, "oh wait, it's in my house....I think it's in my house." that I start to get worried. So she goes there and after ten minutes, she does not come back with the key. And she says, "I think it's in your room." All I can say is THANK THE LORD that I left the back window open this evening because otherwise, she would have had to contact the Hausmister, and hear him bitch and it probably would have cost about fifty Euro if not more. But she made it in and gave me my key, which was on the sofa where she left it. Wow. That's just a WOW moment. Congratulations Zana, you get the LUBU MAFIA WOW Award of 2006. Cause that's insane.
This girl, this crazy California/German hybrid turns around after the show and we're heading back and I told her to put my manual wheelchair back into the room because I used it for the last scene of the show. So she takes it back and everything's cool almost. Until later when I'm chatting with Petra and Toby when I discover, "hey I don't have my housekey. Zana still has it." So I go to find her to get it. It isn't until she says, "oh wait, it's in my house....I think it's in my house." that I start to get worried. So she goes there and after ten minutes, she does not come back with the key. And she says, "I think it's in your room." All I can say is THANK THE LORD that I left the back window open this evening because otherwise, she would have had to contact the Hausmister, and hear him bitch and it probably would have cost about fifty Euro if not more. But she made it in and gave me my key, which was on the sofa where she left it. Wow. That's just a WOW moment. Congratulations Zana, you get the LUBU MAFIA WOW Award of 2006. Cause that's insane.
The Twisted Theory of the Mobias...LUBU Style.
The theory of the Mobias says that the things you do will come back to as time/space twist around in a big circle. If that's the case then I feel like this a curve in my bubble and I'm heading downward as I enter I new section of the circle. Today is the final day of the International Vogue Fashion Show, and I'm psyched about doing it and getting it done. We didn't have rehearsal yesterday because I was getting my hair done for eight and a half hours in the Hair Palace downtown in Ludwigsburg by Kevin and she did a great job. I just hate that I had to sit there for all day and wait for her to finish. And I got the style for 40 Euros which is a good price cause she washed it (30 Euros) then she braided (80 Euros) then she took a razor blade and etched it (20 Euros) so she gave me a really good deal. So because I couldn't leave the shop we couldn't practice but that doesn't matter cause we're gonna do it today real quick and get it straightened out. Everyone is kinda stressing about it, but I'm not gonna worry about it because it's not worth raising bloodpressure over it. The show is gonna rock and that's all there is to it. The people at the Padagogische Hoschschule have never seen anything like it in their life. So they're gonna be shocked to death. It's gonna be hot with lights and everything, with a five foot stage in the air, and light tubes and a black tunnel. They're probably never again see something like this. So I want to give them a reason to remember. And also if I can pull off this trick wih the PH, it will be a kick ass fuck you to remember for both me and them. Ran across Christoph today and I want to see him again, as I'm anxious to get back to the States. So here goes, to the downward spiral of life! Later bitches!
LONG LIVE THE SPIRIT OF FASHION!
LUBU MAFIA 2006, SCHLAMPIZI! WE'LL MAKE YOU RUN LIKE THE RHINE!
LONG LIVE THE SPIRIT OF FASHION!
LUBU MAFIA 2006, SCHLAMPIZI! WE'LL MAKE YOU RUN LIKE THE RHINE!
Saturday 8 July 2006
Time to Unleash Your Inner Diva
Okay so then, today is Saturday July 8th, which means the fashion show is officially four days away now, and I'm not sure exactly how I'm supposed to feel about it. So in two days I've lost two people, (Yolanda, which was to be expected, and then in a bolder move of total surprise, Jed decides he wants to follow suit because he "didn't feel like we were moving fast enough for him.") Granted, this is the person that told Craig that he felt like he was "pushed" into doing the show, and that he never wanted to do it from the beginning. Now I've been doing this for a few years now and whenever I do a show I make sure to inform the potential models-to-be that it is ALWAYS their decision whether or not they choose to perform in the show because ultimately it's them that's going to be up on stage not the director. If I choose to be up there, it's only because I'm deciding to partake of the show for my model's benefit and for the health and well-being of the entire show. Which is what I'm attempting to do here. But after Yolanda's tirade when she announced on Thursday, that she wasn't going to do it anymore after two weeks of practice and error, that really made me upset. Because by then I was assured that I wouldn't be able to replace her in time to fix the problems with the models themselves. I always attempt to have a near equal number of people, most of the time guy-girl, if I can help it, and this was no exception. Foretunately Tiana was wonderful enough to step up and take Yolanda's place, though I feel bad for letting her have to learn all of the steps so quickly, but it cannot be helped. I needed another human body to fill up the presence on the stage. So just when I thought things were going relatively well, and after I had to quell the inner-Diva that roared up inside Yolanda, when she confronted me, the next person on the list was surprisingly, the Hausmister of the L Building during our supposed "tech rehearsal" yesterday.
We're in the middle of trying to set up the giant four foot high stage and when we finally complete all of the pieces as I'm struggling to bring the music back under control, I hear that the Hausmister is yelling at us, AT FIRST because we were blocking up the emergency exits on the far ends of the door. But honestly, we weren't blocking them up. There was still a good seven feet in between the edge of the front of the stage and those double doors. Plenty of room for anyone and anything to get through. Then as we're trying to see if we just leave it for 30 minutes just to practice, he comes up with an even bigger shocker and informs us that we don't even have the right to use the stage! Why? You may ask? Because according to the Padagogische Hoschschule, the stage pieces don't even exist! It's like they borrowed them from a construction company a long time back and when they were finished using them the company never came back to get them or whatever, and so the PH just kept them for future use. But for all intensive purposes, the pieces of the stage don't even exist! Now in my mind, I'm thinking two things. A) that is complete and utter bullshit because the PH uses those pieces about once every two weeks for whatever kind of party or whatever they're having planned. and B) why wasn't I informed of that from the very beginning a month and a half ago? If AStA truly knew what was going on, and I'm positive they did, why didn't they inform me on the side that "hey by the way, the stage isn't really ours but if you want to use it you're going to have to get permission or just be really careful." Neither of those two things came out of their mouth and here now the attendants of the PH are trying to start some kind of legal battle with us that declares that we are in the wrong for trying to use their stuff.
Now I'm not saying that I don't agree with the man. His argument was: since he is the janitor of the building afterhours, the property is his to maintain. If we were practicing on the stage, and someone were to trip and fall off the edge, then he'd be in big trouble. So as his responsibility he cannot let us practice in his building in his domain. Fine, so be it. I understand that. What I don't understand however is how those pieces of stage could even remain there if they don't exist! Either the PH just goes ahead and sucks up the cost of the 30 pieces of stage that they have in the corner of their building, OR they return the pieces back to their original owners with their tails between their legs, problem solved. So yeah....that was problem number 2.
Problem number 3 was Jed. Out of nowhere in the middle of practice while he's supposed to be on-stage, he just leaves and parks a seat on the side, and then two minutes later, he up and leaves claiming the show is "driving him nuts, and he just can't take it anymore." At this point in the blog I'm going to unleash my inner-Diva since so many recently have also felt the need to. Now for this next sentence, I'm soooo pissed that I'm gonna write it in German because I don't think I'm allowed this many obsenities on the website at one time.
WAS DAS BUMSEN MEINT ER, DASS ER DIESE SCHEIßE nicht BEHANDELN KANN? DIESER UNDANKBARE MUTTER-SCHEIßWEIBCHEN-ESEL-CRÄCKER HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS, WAS ES BRINGT, UM EINE SCHEIßSHOW ZU FÜHREN! WIE DIESEN SCHEIßSOHN EINES WEIBCHENS HERAUSORDERN, DIESE SCHEIßE ZU MIR ZU TUN, WENN ER WEIß, DASS ich BÖSE ÜBER YOLANDA BUMSE! Ich KANN nicht GLAUBEN, DASS ER DEN SCHEIßNERV HABEN WÜRDE, UM EINE SCHEIßSCHEIßE WIE DAS ZU ZIEHEN! DAS FRAU-LICKEN BASTARD HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS DER SCHEIßE, mit der ich AUFSTELLEN MUSS! ER UND DIESES WEIBCHEN YOLANDA BEDÜRFNIS, GERADE IHRE MUTTER-SCHEIßMÜNDER ZU SCHLIEßEN, UND MERKEN IHRE EIGENE SCHEIßE! VERDAMMT!
And Susanna I'm sure that you have some clue as to what some of that says. Keep in mind that this was written only in the heat of the moment and it's not meant to reflect my on-going previous friendships with Jed or Yolanda. But this is how the made me feel when they pulled that shit the last two days. I am eternally grateful to Susanna who just fuckin' went off the deep end yesterday to get this people to shut the hell up. I mean the show is in four days! We have a presentation to do in front of a sizeable portion of the PH. And I want this mother-fuckers to remember what the fuck we did! International Group '06 bitches!
Oh yeah...P.S. Turns out Dennis and Mario never showed up on Thursday. Supposedly we have plans to watch the soccer game tonight with more...entertainment afterwards, but we'll have to see. And they had me standing out in the rain for an hour waiting for them! hmmm.....well I hope they show up tonight. I'm looking forward to a little three's company action!
We're in the middle of trying to set up the giant four foot high stage and when we finally complete all of the pieces as I'm struggling to bring the music back under control, I hear that the Hausmister is yelling at us, AT FIRST because we were blocking up the emergency exits on the far ends of the door. But honestly, we weren't blocking them up. There was still a good seven feet in between the edge of the front of the stage and those double doors. Plenty of room for anyone and anything to get through. Then as we're trying to see if we just leave it for 30 minutes just to practice, he comes up with an even bigger shocker and informs us that we don't even have the right to use the stage! Why? You may ask? Because according to the Padagogische Hoschschule, the stage pieces don't even exist! It's like they borrowed them from a construction company a long time back and when they were finished using them the company never came back to get them or whatever, and so the PH just kept them for future use. But for all intensive purposes, the pieces of the stage don't even exist! Now in my mind, I'm thinking two things. A) that is complete and utter bullshit because the PH uses those pieces about once every two weeks for whatever kind of party or whatever they're having planned. and B) why wasn't I informed of that from the very beginning a month and a half ago? If AStA truly knew what was going on, and I'm positive they did, why didn't they inform me on the side that "hey by the way, the stage isn't really ours but if you want to use it you're going to have to get permission or just be really careful." Neither of those two things came out of their mouth and here now the attendants of the PH are trying to start some kind of legal battle with us that declares that we are in the wrong for trying to use their stuff.
Now I'm not saying that I don't agree with the man. His argument was: since he is the janitor of the building afterhours, the property is his to maintain. If we were practicing on the stage, and someone were to trip and fall off the edge, then he'd be in big trouble. So as his responsibility he cannot let us practice in his building in his domain. Fine, so be it. I understand that. What I don't understand however is how those pieces of stage could even remain there if they don't exist! Either the PH just goes ahead and sucks up the cost of the 30 pieces of stage that they have in the corner of their building, OR they return the pieces back to their original owners with their tails between their legs, problem solved. So yeah....that was problem number 2.
Problem number 3 was Jed. Out of nowhere in the middle of practice while he's supposed to be on-stage, he just leaves and parks a seat on the side, and then two minutes later, he up and leaves claiming the show is "driving him nuts, and he just can't take it anymore." At this point in the blog I'm going to unleash my inner-Diva since so many recently have also felt the need to. Now for this next sentence, I'm soooo pissed that I'm gonna write it in German because I don't think I'm allowed this many obsenities on the website at one time.
WAS DAS BUMSEN MEINT ER, DASS ER DIESE SCHEIßE nicht BEHANDELN KANN? DIESER UNDANKBARE MUTTER-SCHEIßWEIBCHEN-ESEL-CRÄCKER HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS, WAS ES BRINGT, UM EINE SCHEIßSHOW ZU FÜHREN! WIE DIESEN SCHEIßSOHN EINES WEIBCHENS HERAUSORDERN, DIESE SCHEIßE ZU MIR ZU TUN, WENN ER WEIß, DASS ich BÖSE ÜBER YOLANDA BUMSE! Ich KANN nicht GLAUBEN, DASS ER DEN SCHEIßNERV HABEN WÜRDE, UM EINE SCHEIßSCHEIßE WIE DAS ZU ZIEHEN! DAS FRAU-LICKEN BASTARD HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS DER SCHEIßE, mit der ich AUFSTELLEN MUSS! ER UND DIESES WEIBCHEN YOLANDA BEDÜRFNIS, GERADE IHRE MUTTER-SCHEIßMÜNDER ZU SCHLIEßEN, UND MERKEN IHRE EIGENE SCHEIßE! VERDAMMT!
And Susanna I'm sure that you have some clue as to what some of that says. Keep in mind that this was written only in the heat of the moment and it's not meant to reflect my on-going previous friendships with Jed or Yolanda. But this is how the made me feel when they pulled that shit the last two days. I am eternally grateful to Susanna who just fuckin' went off the deep end yesterday to get this people to shut the hell up. I mean the show is in four days! We have a presentation to do in front of a sizeable portion of the PH. And I want this mother-fuckers to remember what the fuck we did! International Group '06 bitches!
Oh yeah...P.S. Turns out Dennis and Mario never showed up on Thursday. Supposedly we have plans to watch the soccer game tonight with more...entertainment afterwards, but we'll have to see. And they had me standing out in the rain for an hour waiting for them! hmmm.....well I hope they show up tonight. I'm looking forward to a little three's company action!
Wednesday 5 July 2006
A Celebration of Death.
So now then. It's July 5th and the crippling blow has arrived. It is my very sad and unpleasant duty to report that Germany officially lost site of the World Cup last night in a phenomenal game against the Italians that lasted into triple overtime and was one minute away from penalty shots which could've have given them the win. Afer 130 minutes of fierce shot after shot, in the middle of nowhere Italy slid a goal into the net and then another one shortly thereafter in the last 60 seconds of play leaving the score 0-2 for Italy vs. Germany. So then. July 4th will mean the day that Germany lost the World Cup, while on the other side of the globe its the celebration of another year of America. So while the fireworks blasted off around the country over where I'm from, there was dead silence in Ludwigsburg last night with the exception of the thousands of blaring car horns from downtown from the many Italians that were ecstatic about the win over Deutschland. It was a very sad and somber evening after all.
And then, there's Frank:
Somehow he always seems to sneak in a portion of my blogs here on MySpace but I know that will end when I go home. So how about we went to Frau Müller's house this weekend to watch The Day After Tomorrow and the famed and highly praised piece of garbage Blade Runner with Harrison Ford and Reutger Hauer, when we could've watched the much more anticipated I Robot with Will Smith. And so Frank took me and Susanna and Eliza to her house, which is very pretty by the way, and we laughed and talked and ate barbecued chicken. But it was at her house that I decided that I will not see Frank anymore when I leave Germany. There are too many things that I don't like about him as well as being coupled with my decision to finish school and attempt to obtain these four degrees at once. So yeah...I know that might seem drastic but the guy has come pretty serious issues. I mean he does speed and marijuana and then he smokes too, which doesn't look good on me. On top of that, he's still involved with all of this debt stuff from his ex-lover, and his drug escapade from a few years back. (what I don't get is how can you rack up a huge debt doing drugs and then start paying them off and keep doing it? that doesn't make sense). So yeah and then add to that that I'm only 20 and that I still have a little over 2 years worth of school left and I can't be bothered with Frank trying to have a relationship with me back in the States. So yeah...that's about to be over. But on the other side, I would like still to be with him while I'm here, cause it is still nice. But still....
As far as this fashion show is concerned that group AStA is losing their damn minds. They've done a lot I suppose, but not until I actually prodded them to get something done. On the good note, the show looks like it's going to be totally awesome with lights and the stage and everything so I hope everything works out. But them not allowing us to do at 10:30 is really grating my nerves, especially when they're going to ask us to move our stuff out in the middle of the party. That's just too ghetto even for us. But if they won't let us do what we can to liven up their party then fuck it. We'll do what we can in the short amount of time given. And it looks really good to see my company's icon on these flyers. It makes me feel good. lol.
Wow. I can't believe I really just did that. I just set up a sexdate with those two really hot German guys that live here in Ludwigsburg for tomorrow! (Hey if everyone can run around and do it, then I'm entitled to as well! It's not like it's gonna happen back in the States.) lol. So yeah my next entry should be pretty interesting....and don't worry Zana you'll hear all the details. lol. As usual.
And then, there's Frank:
Somehow he always seems to sneak in a portion of my blogs here on MySpace but I know that will end when I go home. So how about we went to Frau Müller's house this weekend to watch The Day After Tomorrow and the famed and highly praised piece of garbage Blade Runner with Harrison Ford and Reutger Hauer, when we could've watched the much more anticipated I Robot with Will Smith. And so Frank took me and Susanna and Eliza to her house, which is very pretty by the way, and we laughed and talked and ate barbecued chicken. But it was at her house that I decided that I will not see Frank anymore when I leave Germany. There are too many things that I don't like about him as well as being coupled with my decision to finish school and attempt to obtain these four degrees at once. So yeah...I know that might seem drastic but the guy has come pretty serious issues. I mean he does speed and marijuana and then he smokes too, which doesn't look good on me. On top of that, he's still involved with all of this debt stuff from his ex-lover, and his drug escapade from a few years back. (what I don't get is how can you rack up a huge debt doing drugs and then start paying them off and keep doing it? that doesn't make sense). So yeah and then add to that that I'm only 20 and that I still have a little over 2 years worth of school left and I can't be bothered with Frank trying to have a relationship with me back in the States. So yeah...that's about to be over. But on the other side, I would like still to be with him while I'm here, cause it is still nice. But still....
As far as this fashion show is concerned that group AStA is losing their damn minds. They've done a lot I suppose, but not until I actually prodded them to get something done. On the good note, the show looks like it's going to be totally awesome with lights and the stage and everything so I hope everything works out. But them not allowing us to do at 10:30 is really grating my nerves, especially when they're going to ask us to move our stuff out in the middle of the party. That's just too ghetto even for us. But if they won't let us do what we can to liven up their party then fuck it. We'll do what we can in the short amount of time given. And it looks really good to see my company's icon on these flyers. It makes me feel good. lol.
Wow. I can't believe I really just did that. I just set up a sexdate with those two really hot German guys that live here in Ludwigsburg for tomorrow! (Hey if everyone can run around and do it, then I'm entitled to as well! It's not like it's gonna happen back in the States.) lol. So yeah my next entry should be pretty interesting....and don't worry Zana you'll hear all the details. lol. As usual.
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