kindigo: (find x)
I had a kind of wtf day.

First: w00t for my boxy box, which I finally managed to convince the post office to relinquish. Ranch flavored Pringles! We have Pringles here, but not ranch ones, because...we don't have ranch. T^T Le sad.

And that's what I'm happiest about in the box. No, not really, I have a freaking digital camera too! Yes!

Perfect timing for my trip to Hungary. I'm not dead for a week, guys, just in Budapest. So Diskarrteslaind is not allowed to launch a nuclear attack on Somnamblia while I am away, you hear me? Dryoma, Bayunok, and the Empire of Magnus the First will protect me! So there. =P

But getting my box was wtf-y because of the postal workers, again. I really don't even want to get into it, it was that wtf.

Second: While on the bus home from MY LAST DEUTSCH COURSE (excuse me while I laugh in triumph: hahahahah) there were some rowdy teenagers in the back. They were just generally being jerks, playing loud music, putting their hands and feet everywhere, and other Disorderly Ungerman Things. After about fifteen minutes of this extreme annoyance to every other passenger, the bus driver makes the usual stop at the market and orders the kids to come to the front of the bus, where she chews them out. She said a lot of things in a very calm tone of voice, and then she said, "If you're going to act like animals, you can walk home."

And she kicked them off the bus.

YOU GO, GIRL.

That was cool but also wtf.

Third: While walking home frmo the bus stop, I ran into a man. Now, so you know, it is dark except for streetlights and mildly raining. I ran into a man who stopped me to talk. No, I wasn't scared for my life or maidenhead or anything; that's not what was wtf.

Out of the blue this man asked me if I was going home, and he made this point specifically, to sleep. At first I was all wtf and thought I had misunderstood, so I told him my German wasn't so good. He said: >>Gehst du nach Hause....*mimes sleeping* zum Schlaft?<< I was just like.....Yes, yes I am. And then he asked me if I was here on vacation. I lied and said yes because it was easier.

Random tangent: Germany will do that to you. Either you will become a very honest person, or a very good liar, because they try to trap you. They say things like: Did you do [this] today? when they know it's not possible. z.B., did you go to French club after school (I know it was canceled let's see what he'll say huhuhu). Why do they do this? Are they just distrustful of people in general? Is it an adult-to-teenager thing? Is it only me? Because, ha, I haven't been caught out yet (mainly because I haven't been lying, but still).

So. Ähem....where was I? Oh yes. The wtf man. Then he's all like, That's cool, how long for? and then without waiting for an answer he pointed to the house behind him and said he lived there. Then he shook my hand firmly, said Tschüß, and walked off.

Did I mention he was standing in the rain? I'm thinking that maybe he thought he recognized me in the dim light and then realized his mistake but was too polite to brush me off. Seriously, though, am I alone in thinking that'a little wtf? Maybe I'm the crazy one. *sigh*

That's all, folks.
kindigo: (english)
First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONAMY.

Secondly: Happy new year to the rest of you (and Bonamy too, I suppose.)

Thirdly: New Year's (Silverstern) Eve here, everyone and their dog set off fireworks. It was really cool. I had the words to describe it, but alas, they ran off with the teakettle after raping my poor lamp. (So in other words, I'm still recovering from my massive NaNoWriMo failure.) Something about candy. And like....it was cool, and sparkly. And shiny. There, enjoy your adjectives.

...Adjectives are two dollar sluts, lurking around in the doorways of every clause...They really get around. And verbs, verbs are like the pimps, and nouns! Nouns are the slick businessmen in their BMWs pretending they're cruising the redlight district for any other reason- "I wasn't picking up adjectives, I was buying drugs intensifiers, officer, I really was." And that means that modifiers, 'specially the dangling ones, are drug pushers. And adverbs are black market peddlers. And prepositions are the lost tourists wandering between them all, about to be mugged by the passing infinitive.

There, have a nice, crazy random tangent to start off your new year. *headdesk*

New Year's resolutions:
1) Lose some of the insanity! Or try to, at least.
2) Write more, even if only for me. And draw more. I really haven't done either recently.
3) Dig out my intelligence from whichever suitcase it's hiding in, and use it to realize that (1) and (2) are mutually exclusive and give up on all (3).

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