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[kittydesade]

Eine Kursteilnehmerin/ein Kursteilnehmer möchte etwas machen und fragt, was Ihre Pläne zu bestimmten Zeiten sind. A fellow student wants to do something and asks what your certain (?) plans are.


Was machst du nach der Vorlesung? Ich gehe in die Bibliothek.
Was machst du nach dem Seminar? Ich gehe nach Hause.
Was machst du nach die Arbeit? Ich gehe ins Kino.
Was machst du heute Nachmittag? .... GERMAN. Not Russian, Jag. Ich kenn nicht.
Was machst du am Wochenende? ICH SCHLAFE. Und gehe in den GitarreLaden. Und schreiben Geschichte.

And that's about all the German I have brain for right now.



And that was when I looked on the next page and saw the Munich Glockenspiel and had a flashback to Scarecrow and Mrs King and giggled like a maniac at work for the next five minutes. Shut up. I am not a silly fangirl. Really.

(Yes, I totally am. When it comes to Bruce Boxleitner, I am That Fangirl.)

So, instead of finally finishing my whistle quiver I'm... knitting yet another pair of arm warmers. Mostly because I forgot my sweater three days in a row this week (not today!) and it's freezing at work. We kind of have to keep it freezing because it takes so long to adjust the temperature of a building this big, and it's not worth it for every day's temperature variations, but oh god it's like working in an icebox. Or at the very least, a conservation lab. So I have a sweater. And then I forget that I'm wearing it and wear it outside and go fuck I'm hot! And not in the way I want to be, either! and leave it somewhere, like my aunt's car or at home. And then I get cold arms and think, now I want to knit arm warmers.

Ah well. It's also something I can do out front, and since there's jack all happening back here I might as well go out front and help out when it gets crazy busy, as it sometimes does on Saturdays. And speaking of the store, actually, Harry Anderson came in the store yesterday. I completely didn't know who he was until I looked him up on the imdb after he left. And then I gaped. He was really sweet, though. And he had a Jack Skellington tattoo. I giggled. Even before I knew who he was. I used to watch Cheers with my grandmother...

Slowly catching up on, well, everything. I need to make a list of all the crap I need to catch up on, and then do that. Starting with sleep and rest and recuperation. I plan to do absolutely nothing tonight besides go see Cowboys & Aliens, noodle around on my guitar, and write. And then sleep. Till at least 10 or so the next day. It'd be noon but I have to go visit the Guitar Mama and discuss electric guitars. I am looking forward to that like you would not believe, you guys. I'm going to be a real live rock star! Eventually.