So we leave for Berlin tomorrow morning. It will be interesting being back in a country that doesn’t speak English. Also, it’s going to be far more cold than any place we’ve been so far – including Munich and Venice (Munich should have been the coldest, but Venice nearly killed me), because Berlin is further north. First port of call when we reach Berlin should be a bank, so that i can use my dumb card to get some dumb money. Because the dumb gypo stole my dumb wallet in dumb rome. Plus I want to buy many things, many many things my pretties.
I am sad, sad, sad, sad. In the emotional sense and also in the… moral sense? Is that what people mean when they say “you’re sad” as an insult? I guess it never really made much of an impact when it was ever said to me, since I obviously don’t understand to what it refers. Sad.
That might be the first emoticon i’ve used in my blog, and it might not. I can’t stand reading those blogs that are written in running-writing (read: cursive) font and have emoticons in the place of words.
But do not judge lest ye be judged so each to their own i suppose. Sorry dumb running-writing picture blog people, I didn’t mean to offend you. And I can’t really talk because I haven’t written in my blog for quite some time, and am unable to update my picture gallery because the dumb gypo stole my dumb camera in dumb rome.
Where are all the things that I never took for granted because they weren’t really there? I want them NOW. Aggggh! Can’t we just play “you guess what I’m thinking, then I don’t tell you whether you’re right or you’re wrong and you’re just left to wonder because that’s life”? I say such dumb things. Dumb and sad. I am dumb and sad. I would like to state the obvious but I think that’s just too much.
So I said before but I’m going to reiterate – it’s going to be freeeeezing in Berlin. I hope i’m going to be warm enough. We’re not taking our suitcases – just our backpacks, and God knows we can’t fit many warm clothes in there. So we’ll be re-wearing our re-worn clothes again. I have stockings galore and also jackets and a beanie, and they told us that we would need earmuffs, of all things! I have never been told to wear earmuffs in my entire life! I don’t have earmuffs, I would not even know where to start looking for earmuffs. At least I have my warm warm gloves, as if that’s going to make any difference. My beanie has bits that go over your ears, because it ties up under my chin so I think that should be fine. Maybe they want us to cover our ears so that we don’t have to listen to people crap on all the time.
Well then we should just get earplugs, and they shouldn’t go overboard and tell us to get earmuffs! really!
We’re going to see a castle when we get back, a real, live castle! I mean, not live (the hills are alive… no they’re not, they’re just dirt and grass you stupid woman) but real in any case. We’re also going to see Stonehenge, and Bath. We were going to see Wind in the Willows, but now I think not because of time constraints etc. I think we’re going to see a show in London with Ruth, and Dave & Simone. We’ll get cheap tickets to something or other, doesn’t really matter since there’s nothing I’m that desperate to see.
Time for me to go to bed I think. Lauren just tried to steal my diary. The nerve!
Sad, sad, sad.
It’s so hot here. I just went into the kitchen to get a drink, and thought “It’s nice and cool inside the house”. And thinking that, in 29 degree heat (hey, it could be worse…) makes me realise that after only a day I am again used to Aus. That seems slightly sad, because aren’t you supposed to appreciate home after being away for so long and missing out on the things that you took for granted? I thought for sure that as soon as I got the chance I’d be outside in the sunshine soaking it up. But now, it just looks too hot. And is too hot. And I’d probably get a melanoma or something.
. I might have to rethink this once we get to Europe though.