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Feb. 15th, 2010 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWo soll ich studieren? Ihre Partnerin/Ihr Partner möchte in Europa studieren. Sie/Er weiß aber nicht, ob sie/er in Deutschland oder Österreich studieren soll. Wählen Sie ein Land und erzählen Sie von dem Land. Hier sind einige Fragen.
Mein Land ist Romania, natürlich.
Wie groß ist das Land? Es ist nur etwa so groß wie Poland oder Belarus (?)
Wie viele Einwohner hat es? Es hat 22.2 millionen Einwohner.
Wie viele Nachbarn hat es? Es hat fünf Nachbarn.
Hat es viele Berge? Es hat sechs Berge.
Hat es viel Industrie? Ich weiß nicht.
Wie heißt die Hauptstadt? Die Haupstadt heißt Bucharest.
So. Damn. Tired. And I came down with a case of the I-don't-wanna's this morning and, just generally ugh. I did muscle through most of my exercises and my Russian anyway, instead of going back to bed. and I muscled through about 250+ pounds of merch and a whole big lot of orders. Seriously, the box pile was almost as tall as I was. Pounds of dye, pounds of yarn. And I get to do it somewhat all over again tomorrow because there was still a small pile of ridiculous numbers of orders waiting to be shipped. Call it Son of Ridiculous Pile of Boxes.
I did get jeans today! I got five pairs of jeans to replace the five or six pairs I'm either throwing out because of holes or chopping off to make a pair of shorts or donating or what have you. And I got out of the damned department store with my self-esteem mostly intact! Seriously, I hate department stores. Those dressing room mirrors are made of evil and taunting. They're designed to give you your absolute worst view of yourself, I swear. Fortunately, jeans. Not that hard. They need to fit, I need to be able to run around and sit down and stuff in them, which I could, and they need to not be full of holes. I got five pairs, and two pairs of 14k gold earrings that I can just stick in my ears and leave there. Plain, simple, and they look good, and they don't tarnish or rust or anything, pretty much.
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apocabigbang, you know, it doesn't get any less painful to be the last kid picked on the playground when you're an adult. Rarr. Stabbity. Still, someone finally claimed my Dresden Files fic. And then promptly bounced up and down begging to do someone else's story. So, screw you, random person. That was hurtful and irritating. Hell, at this rate I'll do my own damn art. ... ETA: Insult to injury, you then bounce all over the mod wondering when things will be open to second claims? Oh, fuck you. I'll do my own damn art and mix. I'd rather have someone who actually wants to read my story than someone who's only doing it so they can get at the story they really want to work on. I should have just withdrawn the damn thing in the first place.
So, jeans, healthy snacks acquired. Bills paid, which, bleh, but they must be paid. German done. Writing to be worked on in a second, and... I still have a case of the I-don't-wannas. Even more so now because of that stupid Big Bang thing. But I will. Because I have a novel to write. I have a novel to edit. I have at least two randomass fanfics to finish, one Molly (Heroes)/Claire (Supernatural) and one really silly Human Target one. I have wool to card and learn to spin tomorrow, if the snow and ice doesn't descend. And I have stuff to do. So the I-don't-wannas can just fuck right off.
Mein Land ist Romania, natürlich.
Wie groß ist das Land? Es ist nur etwa so groß wie Poland oder Belarus (?)
Wie viele Einwohner hat es? Es hat 22.2 millionen Einwohner.
Wie viele Nachbarn hat es? Es hat fünf Nachbarn.
Hat es viele Berge? Es hat sechs Berge.
Hat es viel Industrie? Ich weiß nicht.
Wie heißt die Hauptstadt? Die Haupstadt heißt Bucharest.
So. Damn. Tired. And I came down with a case of the I-don't-wanna's this morning and, just generally ugh. I did muscle through most of my exercises and my Russian anyway, instead of going back to bed. and I muscled through about 250+ pounds of merch and a whole big lot of orders. Seriously, the box pile was almost as tall as I was. Pounds of dye, pounds of yarn. And I get to do it somewhat all over again tomorrow because there was still a small pile of ridiculous numbers of orders waiting to be shipped. Call it Son of Ridiculous Pile of Boxes.
I did get jeans today! I got five pairs of jeans to replace the five or six pairs I'm either throwing out because of holes or chopping off to make a pair of shorts or donating or what have you. And I got out of the damned department store with my self-esteem mostly intact! Seriously, I hate department stores. Those dressing room mirrors are made of evil and taunting. They're designed to give you your absolute worst view of yourself, I swear. Fortunately, jeans. Not that hard. They need to fit, I need to be able to run around and sit down and stuff in them, which I could, and they need to not be full of holes. I got five pairs, and two pairs of 14k gold earrings that I can just stick in my ears and leave there. Plain, simple, and they look good, and they don't tarnish or rust or anything, pretty much.
Oh
apocabigbang, you know, it doesn't get any less painful to be the last kid picked on the playground when you're an adult. Rarr. Stabbity. Still, someone finally claimed my Dresden Files fic. And then promptly bounced up and down begging to do someone else's story. So, screw you, random person. That was hurtful and irritating. Hell, at this rate I'll do my own damn art. ... ETA: Insult to injury, you then bounce all over the mod wondering when things will be open to second claims? Oh, fuck you. I'll do my own damn art and mix. I'd rather have someone who actually wants to read my story than someone who's only doing it so they can get at the story they really want to work on. I should have just withdrawn the damn thing in the first place.So, jeans, healthy snacks acquired. Bills paid, which, bleh, but they must be paid. German done. Writing to be worked on in a second, and... I still have a case of the I-don't-wannas. Even more so now because of that stupid Big Bang thing. But I will. Because I have a novel to write. I have a novel to edit. I have at least two randomass fanfics to finish, one Molly (Heroes)/Claire (Supernatural) and one really silly Human Target one. I have wool to card and learn to spin tomorrow, if the snow and ice doesn't descend. And I have stuff to do. So the I-don't-wannas can just fuck right off.