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[kittydesade]

Susan ist ein Jahr lang als Austauschstudentin in Deutschland. Sie wohnt mit Erika zusammen. Erzählen Sie, was Susan am Wochenende macht. Benutzen Sie die Wörter.
e.g. Susan / gehen / auf / Markt
Susan geht auf den Markt.

1. Sie kauft Blumen für ihr Zimmer auf den Markt.
2. Dann sie geht in die Buchhandlung.
3. Erika arbeitet in der Buchhandlung.
4. Susan muss in die Drogerie (geht).
5. Sie will in der Drogerie ein Kamm kaufen.
6. Sie geht dann in das Café.
7. Erika trefft sie in dem Café.
8. Sie sitzen an dem Tisch in der Ecke.


I'm not sure WHAT it's a measure of that I saw a guy in a dress on the street today and had the following dialogue with myself "Is that a...?" "Yes, it's a guy in a dress." "... That is a hideous dress." Because it was! It looked like some kind of upholstery fabric in purple and orange, and not a decent complimentary purple and orange, faded dorm carpet purple and orange. The cut was decent, low back, reasonable if kind of short skirt, but it was a seriously hideous dress. Possibly it was just a, he needed to throw on something to go to the pharmacy, which he was outside of. Anyway, that's Asheville for you. One giant dorm, full of people wandering around in their laundry day clothes.

Right. Lesson learned. Only fill the bento container 2/3 to 3/4 of the way full of yogurt. Or it will squoodge out the sides when you try to put the lid on like an android speared by a xenomorph queen. I have also learned that while Brown Cow Greek vanilla yogurt tastes like it should be trying to kill me in some obscure fashion, Oikos Greek vanilla yogurt is full of benevolence, yum, and all the protein ever. The boy may yet live to see another unescorted grocery trip.

Ooof. Though, not tonight, since tonight is grocery shopping and materials for all the soups ever. And then grabbing dinner somewhere and coming home and all the writing ever. Because I really, really need to at least finish this fucking thing, if not get it into shape, by tomorrow. Whoops. Stupid damn endless stories. Next year I may just eschew Big Bangs in favor of polishing all the ones I've written this year. Argh.