Please do not invite me as a friend. I am not your friend. I will delete your worthless ass.
Yours,
Rampage.
Posts archive for: 15 April, 2007
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I'm back. No vengance.
@ Sunday, Apr. 15, 2007 – 12:32:51
I was away for two weeks doing English camps with whiny, noisy German kids. Despite the fact that I complain almost incessantly about having to do it, I actually quite enjoy it. Sometimes. Like when we don't have a room of warring blonde seven-year-olds who are always either crying or bitching. Or when there isn't a teenager who cuts herself and picks at her open wounds and shows them to everyone. Or when there isn't a twelve-year-old boy who calls me his boyfriend and is always touching me or putting his arm around me or just generally being way too close for comfort. Unfortunately, for the second week, I had to put up with all of these things.
On my return to Berlin, it felt strange to sit in the wonderful sun, drinking nice relaxing beer; I always felt that I should be somewhere, looking for kids or shouting at them to hurry up or slow down or stop that or do that. Also great was going to a wonderful loud punk band, drinking more beer and talking to adults about non-child related things. Unfortunately, the concert was gatecrashed by a group of criminally drunk Brits and Yanks, who proceeded to fall around the place, shouting and being the epitome of everything that makes it impossible for me to live at home.
Even managed to speak German the whole night, and learned the German word for self-flagellation (selbstkasteiung, if you must know). For me, the most fun thing about learning a language is collecting as much utterly useless vocabulary as possible. Like Streichholzschachtelchen (matchbox), which is unquestionably the most difficult word to pronounce in any language ever. Apart for statistician. I can't say that either.
Anyway. I'm back. And that makes me happy.
