Archive for January, 2008
You dream of colors that have never been made…
Hello friends, family, and random people who come to this website
I’m doing good. I have moved into my new home. The people who own this apartment and live underneath me are artists, so that is awesome. My street looks like it came out of a little fairytale:
The blue house in this next picture is the one I live in. The top floor is where I stay.
I have two rooms to call my own. First is my cozy little bedroom. (excuse the mess, I was doing my homework on the bed before I took this picture)
And the other side of the room:
I also have my own quaint little bathroom:
I had my first day of classes today. It went well. Would’ve gone much better if this jet-lag didn’t decide to claim my life. Jet-Lag feels very similar with how I feel when I have my iron deficiency problems.
In my class, however, we have people from Libya, Ireland, Brazil, Thailand and Korea. No one is really my age though. I really hope I can make some friends.
Today I decided to explore my city a bit after classes. First stop (of course!) was for a Döner.
Then I went to Kaufhof - which I’m going to try and describe as a mix between Macy’s and Target. It’s a bigger store which isn’t entirely common for Germany.
However, I picked up some opaque water colors. Cheap ones like the ones you get in grade school
I decided that I want to stay in art by making 3-5 small 3″x4″ paintings every week. So I started with this one today. I call it “Jet-Lag”. Because that was how I felt when I made it. Boogies!
I also got my favorite pens in the whole world… I don’t think you can buy them in America, and that makes me sad. They are colorful and they make my handwriting actually look good for once.
I am overally doing very well. I have yet to make friends, but I am not complaining about much.
So to brighten everyone’s day, I’m going to post some happy pictures of my naked nephew in cow diapers.
Say hello, Mee-Mee. He is very happy to be wearing some new cow-diapers.
They are cloth diapers… my sister has been having fun with all the colors and patterns you can get in cloth diapers. Go to her blog to hear all about them)
Moo! Moo butt!
Aww… I think he’s sad that we are showing off his cute diapers rather than the cute nephew.
We love our Meemers.
Well, It’s off to bed with me! Wish me luck with sleeping - it has been difficult to do lately. :-/
Diane
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4 hours of waiting in SeaTac airport, drinking coffee with my mother and chatting with a German teenage girl.9.5 hours of… listening to music, trying to sleep, and trying figure out if the multi-colored hair British punk sitting next to me in the plane was a male or a female (female-ish figure, manly hairy arms, uni-sex voice… hrm.).
1 hour of trying to figure out the weird Heathrow airport, trying to figure out if the British person staring at me was male or female (No sign of a figure, uni-sex haircut, slightly fem…)(ok, so I was bored.)
1.5 hours of a flight that I don’t remember because I was wiped out (but I do remember that the guy sitting next to me resembled Matt Bellamy and I was tempted to hit on him. Don’t worry, I refrained. It was hard)
1 baggage found in baggage claim.
1 baggage not found in baggage claim
1 Trip to the German grocery store for the staples: dog food, bread, meat, cheese… BEER, wine, and Ouzo
1 Shot of Ouzo
1 German beer.
1 Spicy Salami, Garlic, Artichoke, Mozzarella, Onion pizza (yum! Yes, I even made it up myself.)
1 shot of ouzo.
Another shot of ouzo.
1 more German Beer
1 luggage returned from stupid Düsseldorf airport (wait, never mind, it was England that messed up)
1 very poor attempt to speak German on the phone.
Several attempts at trying to say “I will try to speak German” …in German. (gaw!)
1 Night of good company with my very helpful German uncle, Herbert.
1 case of heartburn. (gurgle gurgle…hack)
1 Very exhausted, very jet-lag, ever so slightly tipsy but very grateful… and yet very displaced Diane.
Sigh…. I will be in and out of the internet world for a day or two.
Leave love, I may be needing it. Adapting could become frustrating.
Deedles Marie
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