The Quiet Before The Storm | Catherine The Waitress

Today has been the first day where I noticed walking through leaves - through crinkly leaves.

I haven't wrote something for weeks because of two reasons.
The one reason is that our internet didn't work for a few days - sometimes it breaks down and after putting every plug out and in again it works - sometimes.
The other reason is that it's the last week before my autumn holidays. Most teachers want to use this time to correct tests and exams which means studying every possible stuff for us students.

So, what happened the last time?
I "worked" for a new blog project. (More announces will follow.)

I wrote another 135 min exam in my advanced Arts course.

There is a boy with read hair who I like and who seems to be interesting in me, too.

Autumn holidays start next week which I really need. I didn't think I would need them so badly - but the last weeks were very busy, I carried a virus about with me, exams were written.
The first week I'm going to stay with my grandparents (I think you know already the conclusion, don't you? I'll be internetless again.) I will be outside, enjoy the strange weather phenomenons - it's cold in the morning and very warm in the afternoon. This whole thing is very fustrating because I simply don't know what to wear. I don't want to freeze nor to carry a jacket with me the whole afternoon ...

But in the second week I'll be at home. It's the first holidays week I stay in Berlin and I decided to do it mostly because of - school. I will have to give to big presentations after the holidays and all the "normal" 90 min exams in my basic courses will follow. I have to use the internet for these presentations and one of the two is a partner presentation .... so, much to do!

After the holidays another two things will follow: An exchange with a college in Scarborough and a revival of our English Drama Course. I'm very happy about these two things and I look forward to have these experiences.

Honestly, I won't have time to post long posts here but I'll try as soon as I have time to. Check my tumblr if to would like to know wheather I'm still alive. ;)

Ha, but I won't let you go before speaking about another song!
I heart this song today's morning in the radio and all I can say is that it really made my day. It's the song where I have had "the first real contact" with the above-named boy. It's Catherine The Waitress by Teitur. It's my "uhuhuu/uuuhuuuhuuu/uhuhu/uuuuhuuu" - song. It's one of my real favourites.

Much love.

Pleasures

Today, in my German lesson, we had an extract of Bertold Brecht's Pleasures.
Our task has been to continue the extract, to use our "imagaination".
I'm not able to write poems when I have to. I really can't.

My continuation has been, of course, completly wrong. [They're playing This Is The Life by Amy McDonald.]
I think my main focus was wrong. I thought about things I like, pleasures as the title says. Not, wheather Brecht would write this or not, not, wheather this goes with his style.
I think I dealt too much with myself.

Here is Brechts extract and my extract. The complete poem you could find here.
 M.B. are the initials of the character I play in our theatre play.

First looking out the window in the morning
The old book that’s been found again
Enthusiastic faces
Snow, the change of the seasons
The newspaper
The old dog
Dialectic
Taking a shower, swimming
Touching old books
Smelling new printed things
Laughing
Talking in front of them
Monday Roses
Tree's swoosh
The gliding of the pencil on the paper
Warm summer rain
M.B.

This Week

This week is so brilliant, it couldn't be better.
On Monday our theatre presentation, on Tuesday project day, yesterday free time and today - today there was our middle graduation presentation and - AAAAHHHH!!!!!
I'VE GOT AN A!!!

It was absolutly amazing.

Life is fantasitic.


And here is a song which discribes my feelings, too. I whistled it during our introduction dialogue.

A Letter to Friends

So, here's a happy post after the last, really depressive one.
(May you should read the other post before...)

So, I'm happy. Yes. Because of our performance yesterday.
Everybody said it was really great, cool, excellent - so may be it really was.
I want to thank you everybody who made this possible - our great script, the partnership,  the costumes, hairstyles (I haven't so much hairspray in my hair before), the props, ... and our teacher and our directors of course!

I'm very sorry that this great time ends. It was amazing to meet every week, to talk, to laugh - to find new friends. Who are like me (or who I think are like me).


Please, please stay my friends, please continue to talk to me and please still give my tissues (I know I get on your nerves with that, I'm sorry.).


And you! Please still smile with that smile and please don't start to ignore me. I'm your actress parnter and I'm still alive!
I need you.
Somehow.

Please.


In deepest thanks,
me.

PS: It may seems as if the picture is one of us. But it isn't - the proportion of sex wouldn't fit (we're three girls, five boys - I know, it's very unnormal for a theatre group). Click on the picture for source.

The New Week

My new week is one of the most important weeks this year.
On Monday, there is our performance with my English Drama group; and on Thursday there is part one of my middle graduation.
I think you know now [it's great, having "know now" back-to-back^^] that my nights aren't peaceful, also because of the clock change - oh my godness, I hope my computer changes the time automatically.

Last Thursday, so four days ago, I doodled again in chemistry, you know, talking about alcohol all the time can get boring.
I wrote sixteen times je suis heureuse. Which is French and means I'm happy.
I don't know why I wrote that and even less whether I was happy.
May be I was ... but why? Because of the prospect of the whole-time reherasal next day? Because of ...?

I don't now.

To have no answers is the most painful thing in live.

Toti Al Soler

I heard a song by Pascal Comelade this whole weekend because we use it for our theatre play. I mean, I think it's logical that I've got an ear worm now so it's logical that I post it here.
So, here it is:
Toti Al Soler by Pascal Comelade from the album L'argot du bruit (= slang noise):