It is probably about time for a new journal, but since we invaded last night by joint efforts an appropriate topic, I'm just going to tell his tale a few lines long about what happened in the last couple of days.
I have finished my terrible essay, with the almost groundbreaking unoriginal conclusion that story is soooo important for children, especially when treated in literature. At my grade that will change anything because Robyn will complain again that my sentences are too long and contain too many foreign words, but whatever.
The Last Days Sydney was conceived in an incredible storm, which meant not only hourly Stromausfaelle, but also the failure of our router so that I can pay now times wiederhorrende sums for a few minutes of Internet in the local internet cafe. Hence the advertised umlauts. Sorry.
Well, otherwise I usually think about it, how will it be when I get home, and how can I convince the damn Airport Shuttle agency that I REALLY 'm already in Sydney, and they have to tell me why not pick up from the airport, but rather only hinkarren. Dull cheeks, face it. I just hope I disappoint you all do not know if I like-should-have always changed. If it does, it bears with composure. Life is not meant to nunmal.
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