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Charlton Heston is dead

I'm that depressed for the moment, I have to write this entry in English though. I'm not depressed because of the death of Charlton Heston - no, no, no ... no! I mean he was a bit of a strange character, obviously he was great in Ben Hur , but strange off the Hollywood business. No, surely I’m depressed because of the own goal by Richard Dunne of City against Chelsea in the Premier League. There was a sunny, cheerful beginning just before the referee’s first whistle: handshakes and coining with John Terry ; both had much to talk and it seemed to be very funny – laughs all over – and though I was laughing. But right after six minutes it was all gone: incoming cross from the right by Nicolas Anelka of Chelsea and Dunney in the middle wanted to block to a corner but missed a bit with his left foot to score past Joe Hart . It was a nice goal but at the wrong end of the pitch obviously. There was a good City performance later on, but Carlo Cudicini in the Chelsea goal saved on a few occasions, so it was Chelsea to score the second one, not City the equalizer. But I have some hopes now that there is some truth in the idiom history always repeats itself , because last season Dunney also scored an own goal at Wigan on the crucial 4-0 defeat but scored the winning goal against Middlesbrough one week later. It would be very nice!

 

Was there any other remarkable event on the weekend? Let me think about it for some seconds … NO, not the slightest. Just translated the whole two days from Ancient Greek into German, learning some phrases, reading around. And ... okay, there were two little remarkable occasions by the way: First, the broccoli-stew is very tasty and a good alternative to the stew, fennel, second: my neighbor Toni came round for the last thirty minutes of the City game. The lad is quite nice but it turned out, that he is a Man Utd supporter. Everybody has his small mistakes. But I work on it: maybe I can convert him to the right club Manchester.

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Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

InsideWeb radio stations running some psychedelic / underground stuff, the sun is in red-yellow-blue-green streaks in my stomach and makes itself a very wide just sinking feeling. Is probably the first line on the box of crackers, which I just over a I've stuffed hour, but even that is only a symptom of my current constitution, which is getting worse day by day. If I have this feeling would have been the first or second Graecum trial, I could wipe that I certify the successful completion of the graecum, long ago in my fingers keep (probably he would have long since discarded in any corner of the room to himself) .

So I now had to organize two train journeys to and hotel stay in Braunschweig, which was easy. Some missing registration forms can I hand (fax) , but when I asked at the Wilhelm-Gymnasium in Brunswick by the time the start of the exam, I nearly fell off my chair! I thought, 9:00 clock (as it was in Dresden) was early, but really all 7:45 clock strikes (and it's really early, not at night - I have extra demand) - has, however, also be good: finally you can sit down comfortably after that where, what to eat and then leave from mid afternoon to early evening back in Dresden are (we = me) .

If you're as writes about food, you get really hungry. Although it is boring, but I will put in about half an hour a stew, but this time not with fennel, but sometimes with broccoli (there was no fennel ) . As this food is extremely simple, its usefulness over three days - that means to me that tomorrow I am completely on the two practice exams and of course City vs Chelsea can focus .

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It's Raining Cats and Dogs

It continues with the self-mutilation. Yesterday I came home with the bike and then had nothing better to do than my right hand while wearing down of the bike in the basement aufzuschürfen on the rough wall. Today, now - just now - I have my right foot launched at the bin in the toilet at work. A few curses later, I sit here at my computer and busy just repeated over the postal strike on, has messed up my entire week schedule. I hope tomorrow everything is in balance.

Otherwise there is really nothing new (although that is with the injuries also do not directly something new). Weather is fine, so rainy, the bubbles from Monday's football will be back soon healed, and the practice exam for tomorrow I have also translated a long time ago, so that I am this evening before the Champions League games Arsenal vs Pool and Fenerbahçe vs Chelsea finally can take care of my Proseminar - finally begins as early as 16 Of April (although I quite flirtatious so difficult to cancel the first event because of the Graecum-examination on 17 April).

PS. In view of this entry is of course the logical "thinking reader that yesterday's statement was an April Fool. But since I already hardly anyone takes it seriously, I think that no one is really fell for it.

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It's done!

I grant it on - Greek died. I'm so sick of failing to detect the participles Optative translate for the umpteenth time to properly etc. pp. And why is this okay? Life is about more than Graecum and dissertation - I finally want to live and not all from a stupid test addictive. This is according to my last entry here - thank you for's eavesdropping.