come to me and i will love you to death.
peaches & cream are nice but what's better than a banana?
anyone remembering the thing i called job? they didn't call me up a month and i got pissed off by that so i attacked them in their store and asked nicely what's up to me now. one of the nicer girls there promised to talk to the big momma. fortunateley she didn't fail so i got called later that day. first day of may - day of work here in germany land (how fit & proper) - i got told to start next week on monday. yay! the time of earing money begins! if i'll stay at an average of about eleven hours a week i could make easily seventy euros a week which is much for me yet i'm still at school until three p.m. every day... next to having my driving lessons, sports, coaching (i forced them to read mr wilde now) and drama class.

drama
speaking of drama class: at wednesday we're having dress rehearsal and at thursday...there will be the performance. just until last friday i was actually missing my textbook and couldn't study anything but thank god there's mucken who found it down under sheet behind the stage. i've got one and a half days left. should start today... half of the scenery is unfinished so Lina and me have to work on the plastic bonfire tomorrow. no school = huzzah! wish me luck for the damn thursday! it's kind of a drama class meeting of our surrounding area and we don't want to disgrace ourselves. we surely will.

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there's a girl that keeps touching me. well, not really touching, it's more like she suddenly grabs my hands for nonsense or strikes me accidentally. i know her for three months or so. she attends another school here in my hometown and still we see each other almost every day, because some courses of our school are mixed up. yesterday she started giving me a little massage before school. we were in our small entrance hall, waiting for the bell, me sitting on a bench, she standing in front of me. in a monemt or two she was right behind me and massaged me gently through my jacket. 'why are you wearing so much?' - 'erm, it's not much actually. (mistake!) it's more like thin thicknesses... to keep me warm, y'know?' it lasted about five minutes everyone staring at us. i felt a bit uncomfortable but still this massage was just...quite good. later that day she hugged me a few times as we were waiting for the bus to arrive. then she informed me being bisexual actually. ???

ps: can't help listening to Björk's Volta since yesterday. have fun.



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