I'm having a cup of pickwick's green tee. A beverage my friends would consider rather rare to find silently boiling in front of me. I'm a coffee addict. Something my doctor keeps complaining about and my former director would have called 'a good boy'. Trying to be healthy, that is. With so many dancers around me being all flexible, in shape, eating healthy and sh... (should work on my language – sorry). This weekend will acquire a lot of work, effort and awakeness to accomplish our goal of shooting Jasmine's movie, putting the furniture into Merryn's closet (which would be Jasmine), putting the final finesse in Allison's piece and getting my untrained, out of shape old bum up on the roof. Caffeine needed, for sure! So green tea seemed to be the right choice.
We don't need to worry, though, 'cause today Jolanda brought over a cricket. I assume it is a lucky one, even though I did not run across the highway holding the cricket to prove my assumption. That wouldn't have proven much, anyways, concerning the dutch acceleration temperament. Still, it's a lucky one, although it has a temper. It is … complaining ... much. Standing on the cupboard, doing knee bends, stretching it's head up high, shouting … one gets the impression it must be of Canadian decent.
Shshsh-BOOM!
Just now, three shoes were thrown in my general direction. Canadians^^! Sis is eksaktly se riesson wai ai schuud noot wörk in ä kommuunitii in wwitsch ai äm ä minorätii. Just kidding. The girls are lovely, working hard and highly understanding ... me being an artistically uneducated, second language speaking, not used to creating beautiful art all day, German-man in Delft. But I think I need to get going, 'cause the girls seem to be indecisive whether or not they should put me in a not big enough box. If I want to have a say in this, as well, I should maybe be part of the deciding process. So, fare thee well, eat drink and be merry(n)!
hihi
by henning
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