Individual | Dance Academy

Hu, the new Blogger design is a little bit unusual. Well, I hope I'll manage that.

A lot of things happend last week.
My sister's guinea pig died because of old-age, there was the 70th birthday of my grandfather at the Baltic Sea, a boy I mentioned here became jealous, my best friend was ill, I was an indvidual.
Step by step.

Albert was doing badly since one year now. Hot days weren't good for him. On Wednesday it were at 30 degrees. I came home and sat in my room and I imagine that I've heart him in the living room. As my mum came home she said that we should close the curtains so that it wouldn't be so hot in the living room. I simply forgot it.
Well - the lay dead in his cage, droopy like a dead bird.

I forgot him.

It helped nothing, on the weekend there have been the celebrations of my grandfather's birthday.
On Friday it was hot again, great weather to spend the time on the beach. Some nice pictures were made.

I can't deceive myself, there is one boy from English Drama who likes me more than a friend - and I don't have any desire to be interested - because, well, to be his friend is enough.
In my English course I'm sitting between him (let it be A) and an other boy from ED (this is B). After one lesson - where they discussed a lot and B and I laughed much- B asked me, why it seems that A hates B. "I mean - is he jealous or so?" I just said "Oh, I dunno, I didn't notice something" and thought a little bit.
Well, I'm not interested and all I know that I like to be B's friend more than A's.

The first time I realized that I'm an individual person.
I used to spend my time during school with by best friend. Now, since this school year, the only lessons we are together are Geography lessons. She has also been ill this week and I've been much on my own. It didn't disturb me, no, I loved it. To meet people without her, to have the chance to be a unknown person, speaking with persons who know so little about you.
I chat with a boy I only see in Maths.
I don't know how this topic got to us; somehow he started to discribes me. Analyses me.
He is the opinion that I'm a well-regulated, placid but also a concerted person. He never saw me stressed or out of it.
He hit home.

A sentence I use very often - may be because I'm an optimist - is "All will work" (or in colloquial German "Wird schon").

I still wonder how he managed to characterize me so right after two weeks with six Maths lessons. This is not normal.

I am for my own and I simply love it.


I startet to see the series Dance Academy which is produced by Austrailia and Germany. It's about teenies who want to be professional dancers and go to the fictional National Academy of Dance in Sydney.
I startet to love to dance again. I want it so badly.

The intro has got the very great song My Choice by White Rhinos which I just love.

Here you can see the first Episode of the first season in English.

PS: Please forgive my whole posting about things that happenend in the week. I have no inspiration to write post like the posts one year ago - I can't notice differences or things I should writedifferent.
By the way, the post "Start of school" has been post number 100. In a few days Monday Roses becomes one year old.