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bending_sickleThe weekend was fantabulous! We got there a bit on the late side on Friday, made dinner (German sausages and ice cream) and talked and talked. Saturday, once we were all breakfasted, we went to the beach, pleasantly surprised to see that it was still relatively early (10:30 am) and that the Evil Black Clouds (TM) were clearing up a bit. There weren't a lot of people to start off with, but then we got surrounded by kiddies and their parents. Lunch consisted of Bratwurst sausages and ice cream, followed by a really bad movie of a guy who was taking revenge on all the people who'd killed him in past lives* and chasing after his reincarnated love. We then strolled around the town and the one further down, where I bought a stick-on Chinese-style goldfish tattoo**. Sunday was a slightly reduced version of Saturday, Catalunyan sausages (botifarra) and ice cream included.
Ines is in Austria with her beau's family, but her sister in staying in her room. I still have mixed feelings about her, because she seems real nice and friendly and everything, but I'm just not liking her all that much. I'm sorry, too. But for one thing, the girl will just not shut up. Do you know how long it took me to get into my room after getting home on Sunday night? I just went to say "hi" and it was talktalktalk. LIkewise when I went to have supper in the living room. Staring at the TV intently when there's a puase in the conversation may indicate something, and I was indicating pretty damn hard. Anywho, it wasn't all bad, and we (she) talked till 2 am about the invasion of Algerians and Co. into Paris. Yesterday at lunch it was the same: TV's on, courtsey of her, and Dances with Wolves is on. Constant. Commentary. Then she went on about how awful to be ina war, and the Organ Black Market and god knows what. I had to leave 'cause my ears were ringing.
* Except the memories were implanted by his wheelchair-bound shrink, who was the original owner of these reincarnation-memories and wanted to exact revenge but needed a puppet, seeing as he was, as previously mentioned, wheelchair-bound. His puppet was not very happy to find this out.
** I've never tried these before, and as right now the weather is somehwat chilly, I'll wait a bit before putting the tat' on. (I absolutely refuse to`put it on my arm - shouderblade's the way to go.)
Ines is in Austria with her beau's family, but her sister in staying in her room. I still have mixed feelings about her, because she seems real nice and friendly and everything, but I'm just not liking her all that much. I'm sorry, too. But for one thing, the girl will just not shut up. Do you know how long it took me to get into my room after getting home on Sunday night? I just went to say "hi" and it was talktalktalk. LIkewise when I went to have supper in the living room. Staring at the TV intently when there's a puase in the conversation may indicate something, and I was indicating pretty damn hard. Anywho, it wasn't all bad, and we (she) talked till 2 am about the invasion of Algerians and Co. into Paris. Yesterday at lunch it was the same: TV's on, courtsey of her, and Dances with Wolves is on. Constant. Commentary. Then she went on about how awful to be ina war, and the Organ Black Market and god knows what. I had to leave 'cause my ears were ringing.
* Except the memories were implanted by his wheelchair-bound shrink, who was the original owner of these reincarnation-memories and wanted to exact revenge but needed a puppet, seeing as he was, as previously mentioned, wheelchair-bound. His puppet was not very happy to find this out.
** I've never tried these before, and as right now the weather is somehwat chilly, I'll wait a bit before putting the tat' on. (I absolutely refuse to`put it on my arm - shouderblade's the way to go.)
