Why Do Socks Slip Down In Shoes

times Another gasp, a final effort before the ZP.

My goodness, I'm tired! No wonder, after work, I have not known me laid. I did not want to waste so much time, and again appear so late with my aunt. Same move and losgestapft!

Then I'm two-thirty at the latest ready and can go to sleep then I calmed down. I also still have
fix read a few pages between the home-coming and now. How time-consuming and stressful that can be, when every few sentences mark and note what needs! On the other hand, it is soon obsessed, not that I never again just be reading a book ....
But Daniel Quinn's 'Measuring the World' makes it a very easy to find even something that is worthy of marking. As if it was written for just this purpose! Somehow creepy ...

Uh, 455 pages deal with today and tomorrow, that would be the minimum. In fact, would another book with another 340 pages not wrong ... -.- but you must be realistic;
Fortunately, the measurement of the world reads fairly fluently. And it's only 161 pages. Which should be processed quickly. Let's see what I before I go to work tonight, still get everything done! Important supposed to be, how much will depend -.- I can only keep hoping for the sometimes astounding impulses of my brain that it really absorbs like a sponge, what I inspire him and possibly with the right stimulus reflects on his own. .. only once briefly and squeeze it out like trickling water ... that would be ideal. This figurative language

is sometimes scary. In fact, I'm back often thought about language. What a miracle it really is, that you can communicate with each other, that sounds and particular combinations of letters make any sense. ....

Baby Red Hair Color Predictor

Schwarz-Rot-Gold (epic poem)

Some things just want to get out. have precisely at Amazon I seen from the angle of the eye following book entitled "No Black No red No gold. poverty for all" Merry migrants barn '. "(which was only to' all 'appears on the content I can say nothing, it did never in our hands.) It was like a spontaneous inspiration. The following is more fairly pessimistic ... What exactly is it supposed to be in form, I'm not sure. Let's call it a makeshift 'Epic poem'.


Schwarz-Rot-Gold

It was a black hour. So dark, so bleak. So many, did not continue to whom the future seemed as a menacing monster from the black threshold of perception, and yet so far away and untouchable, as it is exclusively for those who had more than her.
It was the black presence, already paralyzed by a past that had tormented her and the uncertainty of what is coming is anything but reassuring. There was no anticipation, no tense Harren whatever may come. But tension and fears. All scenarios, one worse than the other born from experience and fears.

saw some red It was too much. Way too much. More than some could bear, bear liked. Where was the place for the individual, if one was brought down due to accidents, unfortunate coincidences, from whims of fate, from the mistakes and shortcomings of some decision makers in trouble? No fault of landing there, where you been at best laughed sympathetically, but often rather derogatory and second class was treated.
Oh, the burning rage was red, red was the despair, the pain was red. Red was the blood that flowed many times. A red closure.

From golden age dreamed it. Of a future you hardly dared hope for. The golden glow of unspoken dreams of some kept it alive, against all odds. The black hour and burning red rage was bearable. It gilded the impotence of words that sounded hollow in his own ears. What
used it when they said, others are worse off? What significance does this have for your life? If the light a golden glimmer of hope? Gloating over the suffering of others his own troubles forgotten? Oh, how bitter taste of gold in every mouth, and how hard it would weigh on each soul!

How deep is the black heart that must be to hold one, how well it but had comparatively. Unbearable black, all the best and kind of sucking the marrow.
red mark should be those that make the so-derogatory comparisons that create whole groups are marked by lethargy and depression.
with lumps of gold you should stone them. for if anything good enough for such people?

Funbrain Oatmeal Game

As my ZP threatens me vorbeizurauschen

So the topic of sleep has not made a satisfactory end. Actually, It's been getting worse. I am against some of the first ten or so to sleep - and actually already get up at half past twelve or half past twelve would again. Most of the time I'm just fix and all and for my intermediate examination it seems therefore not exactly rosy from.

I had everything so beautifully laid handle mentally. That would really have been possible to cope with the workload, if you know somewhere is not semi-comatose in the corner. Even before I had such a broken sleeping pattern, I probably was not really receptive. Where I've been thinking back to times, and have tried to recap what I've read so far, my head seemed to me just a black hole where everything disappears. The leaf remained white, for I just knew not the easiest things. sometimes I did not even know if I even knew the details, from which they originated text oO - under such conditions can not be in the ZP. Finally, I read
have not even half, of this scarce and I know probably half again, only half. So to spend a lot of time just to keep only one quarter, seems to me extremely ineffective ... complete waste of my time and my energy.

other hand, other things have really eaten into my memory. Discussions, the text I can still play almost literally ... If I appear more serious before.

depends if I have the first stress behind me (aka the test itself), I treat myself to something first. I thought of a visit to Aqualand which have ne sauna. And a visit to the hairdresser. Is time again for new highlights. Maybe NEN other interface? We'll see. I am for change. Oh yes, next Saturday (11.12 -. There is also the test) I will other people. Then I do not care how the test is run - I expect there at the moment not much. I hope to include at least some, so I must then prepare for the repetition in February, only a part. Two papers I must still write * narf *

All the stress I was a little thrown into emotional chaos that I do not know I'm coming or going. This change might also provide relief. Here's looking at me a while to. Unless that by itself solve, I might even pull himself consequences T_T I hope that by the end of the semester everything back into place.

And on Christmas has not disclosed any further. My deco is still minimal, and gifts I have none, or not even begin to an idea.