Monday, February 27, 2006
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Why I love carnival so. Take
Eijentlisch'm happy yes ne fröhlische Minsche, but this year I had absolutely no mood for Carnival. The day had started well - with an unexpected phone call from a friend who was with the question where I just woke up because in my brain a flood of Questions unanswered, perplexing thoughts and confused confusion caused. And although I do not even understand my mouth said, without first asking me all these weird and useless things in the handset of my phone. You, on the other hand, was apparently funny, what did not escape me but my brain is still growing and overwhelmed. Well. Even if you can not understand the whole, I was certainly well on its way there to make me a fool. To a cross between an orang utan and a chimpanzee to be exact, but unfortunately I asked the only fixed when I finally hung up.
Only the monkey costume was missing. Actually she had only a very simple, Yes, so called the obvious reason. It was Fettdonnesrtag (the name here in Aachen for Women's Carnival - and I find plenty of stupid) and I should go just come along and celebrate. I had not understood at this moment so unfortunately, and also may not understand, because after two weeks Extremchemieundmathepaukerei had my brain the words "Celebrate," "Drink," "drinking" and especially "Carnival" and "Costume "almost completely erased. Instead, I ask them how a totally plastered Karnevalsaffe whether to call for her birthday. Häääh? I was even there when they celebrated ... in just a few months! (Idiot)
After this phone call I knew it, however: "Today is damn carnival" Once I had this fact was noted aware to me that I wanted to go with Heiko in the cafeteria, and the Carnival of planning may way could stand. Determines all dining halls were closed because the cafeteria cashier had been at least a week, the revelers charts on the little tape recorder that is high in the till and down too. So I called to Heiko, Heiko looked in the canteen booklets, open all cafeterias except Mensa Easy II, ie 14 clock in front of the cafeteria at the main building.
order two of the said canteen was of course nothing more easy. For us in any case. For besides louder Wed laass de Dom in Kölle - Music and the drunk is a laughing stock, it seemed to moving in this canteen to give nothing. The wheat can also replace a half a loaf, as I the clown in front of the cafeteria almost "announced", helped us both, of course, not thirsty no more. Great party. Super. Shit carnival. After a short tour around the city, we found that the canteen booklets had lied. Of course, all dining halls were closed! (I knew it: the cashier is really into carnival) So pizza in Pont Street, in the course of these were even more fun celebrating bang heads around. Shit carnival.
I decided So after the pizza to drag me in the quiet university library back to me there devoted to the mathematics further. A good idea. Here were all normal. So I finally survived the day that had started it already so bizarre. Apart from a treatment period Invasion of the library by drunken followers, one of me (this year) as a stupid tradition felt I could not stop them here the last 3 by attribute at RWTH made math exams on time. Only reason my regular look at the clock reminded me instantly because I really still wanted to buy yes. As feared, even by me, was my "favorite store", minus the stupid clock since 13:30 closed. It was pretty clear. It was a quarter to eight - I must admit that I was to blame - so I had to quickly find another supermarket, had open on that day. Fortunately, I was riding a bicycle, which enabled me Delhaize (do not ask me how to pronounce that name correctly) to reach in time. In Delhaize I found everything needed something, and even quite surprisingly, the anti-fat-Teflon pans brush, which I had in the red have to search in vain. At the checkout, order at eight clock, it was my turn to be the penultimate customer. A nervous-looking young man came out of bills. He gave a receipt in his hand and claimed hectic something wrong with the billing not. I could see the really nice cashier who like myself in their place only wanted to close their office, the anger in the face. Easily irritated, but controlled and to prevent any link from scanning my Teflon pans, brush, she asked him what they still owe him for. His answer was both amusing, angering, and for strict economic moralists perhaps admirable! No, they owe him absolutely nothing that he would be, liable to pay her all of 70 cents. In the face of the young cashier was now no such thing as pity and amusement at the same time written. She held the position probably the funniest and dumbest Anmache her life as a cashier. Fortunately I quickly had everything packed in my backpack, because I almost could not stop laughing ... You should have seen the guy when he moved out of the 70 cents!
I was relieved. This morning I had the monkey. But there were worse people. "True" troubled idiot!
Eijentlisch'm happy yes ne fröhlische Minsche, but this year I had absolutely no mood for Carnival. The day had started well - with an unexpected phone call from a friend who was with the question where I just woke up because in my brain a flood of Questions unanswered, perplexing thoughts and confused confusion caused. And although I do not even understand my mouth said, without first asking me all these weird and useless things in the handset of my phone. You, on the other hand, was apparently funny, what did not escape me but my brain is still growing and overwhelmed. Well. Even if you can not understand the whole, I was certainly well on its way there to make me a fool. To a cross between an orang utan and a chimpanzee to be exact, but unfortunately I asked the only fixed when I finally hung up.
Only the monkey costume was missing. Actually she had only a very simple, Yes, so called the obvious reason. It was Fettdonnesrtag (the name here in Aachen for Women's Carnival - and I find plenty of stupid) and I should go just come along and celebrate. I had not understood at this moment so unfortunately, and also may not understand, because after two weeks Extremchemieundmathepaukerei had my brain the words "Celebrate," "Drink," "drinking" and especially "Carnival" and "Costume "almost completely erased. Instead, I ask them how a totally plastered Karnevalsaffe whether to call for her birthday. Häääh? I was even there when they celebrated ... in just a few months! (Idiot)
After this phone call I knew it, however: "Today is damn carnival" Once I had this fact was noted aware to me that I wanted to go with Heiko in the cafeteria, and the Carnival of planning may way could stand. Determines all dining halls were closed because the cafeteria cashier had been at least a week, the revelers charts on the little tape recorder that is high in the till and down too. So I called to Heiko, Heiko looked in the canteen booklets, open all cafeterias except Mensa Easy II, ie 14 clock in front of the cafeteria at the main building.
order two of the said canteen was of course nothing more easy. For us in any case. For besides louder Wed laass de Dom in Kölle - Music and the drunk is a laughing stock, it seemed to moving in this canteen to give nothing. The wheat can also replace a half a loaf, as I the clown in front of the cafeteria almost "announced", helped us both, of course, not thirsty no more. Great party. Super. Shit carnival. After a short tour around the city, we found that the canteen booklets had lied. Of course, all dining halls were closed! (I knew it: the cashier is really into carnival) So pizza in Pont Street, in the course of these were even more fun celebrating bang heads around. Shit carnival.
I decided So after the pizza to drag me in the quiet university library back to me there devoted to the mathematics further. A good idea. Here were all normal. So I finally survived the day that had started it already so bizarre. Apart from a treatment period Invasion of the library by drunken followers, one of me (this year) as a stupid tradition felt I could not stop them here the last 3 by attribute at RWTH made math exams on time. Only reason my regular look at the clock reminded me instantly because I really still wanted to buy yes. As feared, even by me, was my "favorite store", minus the stupid clock since 13:30 closed. It was pretty clear. It was a quarter to eight - I must admit that I was to blame - so I had to quickly find another supermarket, had open on that day. Fortunately, I was riding a bicycle, which enabled me Delhaize (do not ask me how to pronounce that name correctly) to reach in time. In Delhaize I found everything needed something, and even quite surprisingly, the anti-fat-Teflon pans brush, which I had in the red have to search in vain. At the checkout, order at eight clock, it was my turn to be the penultimate customer. A nervous-looking young man came out of bills. He gave a receipt in his hand and claimed hectic something wrong with the billing not. I could see the really nice cashier who like myself in their place only wanted to close their office, the anger in the face. Easily irritated, but controlled and to prevent any link from scanning my Teflon pans, brush, she asked him what they still owe him for. His answer was both amusing, angering, and for strict economic moralists perhaps admirable! No, they owe him absolutely nothing that he would be, liable to pay her all of 70 cents. In the face of the young cashier was now no such thing as pity and amusement at the same time written. She held the position probably the funniest and dumbest Anmache her life as a cashier. Fortunately I quickly had everything packed in my backpack, because I almost could not stop laughing ... You should have seen the guy when he moved out of the 70 cents!
I was relieved. This morning I had the monkey. But there were worse people. "True" troubled idiot!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Brent Everett Corringan
other day in the red.
The following story is playing again Aachen. No wonder that already. Here, finally, I spend the most time. Before it starts I want to warn you. I'm tired! My head is full ... and my stomach, for I have just eaten. Normally, its enough to eat tired be. Also now my head is full. I have reached a higher level of fatigue. It's like the atoms with internal energy, entropy, enthalpy, and all the paraphernalia that as playing a role.
Well, you know what I mean. My fatigue alone is not a procurement value. It just means that there is a risk that I tell and tell and narrate ... and come across many sub-stories to light, which I did not really tell.
For it is true that today is Monday.
Yes. Exactly.
And Friday morning I'm going to write chemistry. My very first exam. Shit. I can not deny to be a little excitedly.
shit. No, not "shit" because of the excitement ... I forget what story I wanted to tell. (Shit, I'm getting vulgar! ... That makes forgetful)
All right. Let us together again. The story could be long and involved, because I'm tired. I'm tired because I've just eaten, and especially because I all weekend and today I learned chemistry. I have the whole weekend and today I learned chemistry because chemistry write on Friday. And actually, the story may not be long, for, like I need to learn again.
shit, until now, the story just long and round in circles. (All who are already bored just have no stamina and should now surf to another great side of the Internet issues ... or that their boredom is to blame themselves and then to read more. I promise in return finally to get to the point, and hereby the last time in this story "shit" to write.)
So. Back to the real story. First, I narrow down the topic. This is something tangible to which I can keep myself.
The story is that I just really do only a small break from studying, to which I have decided because I no longer am able to concentrate on chemistry. I do not know whether her equally aware of you, but decreases when the concentration at me because of fatigue, soft in my thoughts any day or day before experienced stories. The worst part is that these stories do not even particularly enjoyed the time were remarkably. I just remember back to them because I, for some reason with the really remember much more dignified (and sometimes strange) theme from the book before me associate.
So I came as half an hour ago on the topic of the actual story.
There is a discount store chain, known as a food that you know all. I want to mention his name, because this shop is failed # # #! (I've not written!) Provide a least a thousand reasons to take stock of him here, to pull him through the mud and the people strongly not advisable in buy it. And as I will in the following using selected examples, only bad writing about this store I only give the following advice: The store is like the mathematical symbol for addition. I had him the sign of subtraction where ... but you can probably only understand the same. .
(For those who are still interested: here was also the idea of linking to chemistry only the name of that stupid shopping was the chain of association and because it constantly in chemistry to positive (+) and negative (-) charges. leaves.)
First of all, fundamentally a question! Is it normal for a business of a large chain, that of the only grocery store is within about one kilometer, located in the student quarter is, therefore, with important Feed reckoned to run into the situation no bread, no water, no milk, no slice of cheese and oh no I do not know what!, Which do not have so much more often in stock! ... Yes, because not everything?
And then only to open three cash? You will say I am small plaid ... although I am mechanical engineer, but ... no such thing is bad ... but sh! And I is not so with any excuses along the lines of: "The poor! Many students who are with you overwhelmed "Na are clearly a demand on the. And that's the problem. But we as students are not the bad guys in history, only because we are many. And now says I do not take it all too personally. It is personal. It is even existential! get the shop to have it available even to the series to life the most important foods. And even if it is distributed broadcast three times a day, throughout the day. So. No excuses, excuses, understanding what terms ... and the door for deliveries, I have seen, it is not too small, the truck can park in front, it is therefore not a technical problem of this kind.
It is therefore a logistical problem. A problem in management would now say the BWLer. But they are also stupid. (It says here anyway)
Oh, I do not know why. I just want to finally buy time to serve you well.
The store I was suspicious from the start. So since the first few weeks here in Aachen. I can remember only too well that Martin then told me of an experience that he had made in a shop the same store. We were in the evening when the plane "in the birthday celebration purely" invited. Martin had called me to tell me that it needs that no gift was found. We agreed on vodka. Of the absolute. We wondered where these vodka out at Ikea or buy. Everywhere. Martin suggested the purchase itself to take in hand ... in a shop of the said chain. And? The rest I learned at level.
All that now my vodka would not have been available are wrong. Vodka always have. Only water have never been. No, the problem was probably quite different. In this store the "hot" drinks in a glass cabinet are included, so that Martin had to speak to a compelling business seller. This, however, referred unkind to her colleague at the box office, with the excuse of her shift is over now. The answer that Martin received from the seller at the box office was the total amount to the same situation. No vodka. Exactly the same as the German election situation at that time. No result. With the only difference is that unlike the parties in an election, none of the sellers here in the smallest way, was able to take responsibility. (Whether the parties really are in a position to another question. I let this set of easy times are, and is moving its discussion on the ability of politicians, political parties and politicians later.)
Well, humiliating, after long Begging Martin then got what he wanted after all.
But what is that please for a work setting. No wonder that never was in stock, if for repeat orders feel just as responsible ...
... On Friday again ... because I promised my mother me alone to eat healthy, I like to eat fruit when negative (what I call the store now, just like that! Does he deserve it.) minus the ... - I actually wanted to buy bananas and mandarin oranges - there was even after a long search, only apples. The variety apples that I am usually always was gone. So "decide" I'm looking for green! (No idea how hot, I'm not an expert now) most people had thick Kitsche, so I looked out 4 large green apples. You know that yes, in so ne transparent bag and more it works.
After a quarter hour checkout line - "Angela" (pronounced like angels in English and then for a long time aaaaa), the name of one of the sellers was constantly stressed by the cashier called. Angela was comfortable with all the key towards saving fund the move, only took too long. A wave of restlessness and nervousness spread from a small office in the back of the store to the one long queue of impatient at the checkout. All were waiting for Angie! (The seller. Policy, another time, I had said.)'s Now been some time missing beep of the scanner, cash was also nervous and impatient by the ringing phone from the small Office replaced. But nobody gave up and Angela came.
Yes. After a quarter hour blockbuster - I said - much to the trained eye of the cashier an error in my shopping matrix. She had the cloudy clear plastic bag through it detected a slight difference in the pigmentation of the four apples that had not really noticed me. No sooner had ripped the bag, compared to apples, they tried for me, to leave you as a thief, pointing specifically to the difference in price of one apple from +8 cents and the completely different situation of apple varieties at the bar. Such a difference in pigmentation of the apples in my bag was therefore practically without a conscious blending of my hand in your shop is not possible. Yes, that's in style
my answer, I would really only four apples she knew nothing more to say than a shake of the head, accompanied by a stupid grin (the motto: "what a silly boy!") that was clearly on the back of my husband and not addressed to me. This they only looked stupid and angry at because they stayed with their stories and everything it again not only at the box office continued. In the end I found it quite funny ... and thus they do not.
All right, see how it has this store in itself. And there were still some The stories to tell ... from the milk that I've bought there times that of the milk that I could not buy more ... From the tramps the times before the minus hung ... From the purchase of a microwave with oven function that I finally but have exchanged, probably gay ... From the cashier, who goes to eat the kebab sellers ... From everlasting-Gezicke ... etc.
stories about a juice shop, the juice has no stock. Everything is shit, really tragic, but funny in detail again.
Damn, I wrote back disks # # #. I have violated a promise not to write more of this word. I must accept the consequences of it, take the responsibility on me to end this text now. 
The following story is playing again Aachen. No wonder that already. Here, finally, I spend the most time. Before it starts I want to warn you. I'm tired! My head is full ... and my stomach, for I have just eaten. Normally, its enough to eat tired be. Also now my head is full. I have reached a higher level of fatigue. It's like the atoms with internal energy, entropy, enthalpy, and all the paraphernalia that as playing a role.
Well, you know what I mean. My fatigue alone is not a procurement value. It just means that there is a risk that I tell and tell and narrate ... and come across many sub-stories to light, which I did not really tell.
For it is true that today is Monday.
Yes. Exactly.
And Friday morning I'm going to write chemistry. My very first exam. Shit. I can not deny to be a little excitedly.
shit. No, not "shit" because of the excitement ... I forget what story I wanted to tell. (Shit, I'm getting vulgar! ... That makes forgetful)
All right. Let us together again. The story could be long and involved, because I'm tired. I'm tired because I've just eaten, and especially because I all weekend and today I learned chemistry. I have the whole weekend and today I learned chemistry because chemistry write on Friday. And actually, the story may not be long, for, like I need to learn again.
shit, until now, the story just long and round in circles. (All who are already bored just have no stamina and should now surf to another great side of the Internet issues ... or that their boredom is to blame themselves and then to read more. I promise in return finally to get to the point, and hereby the last time in this story "shit" to write.)
So. Back to the real story. First, I narrow down the topic. This is something tangible to which I can keep myself.
topic : ! Because minus and minus plus arise, I would like there not to buy more "
The story is that I just really do only a small break from studying, to which I have decided because I no longer am able to concentrate on chemistry. I do not know whether her equally aware of you, but decreases when the concentration at me because of fatigue, soft in my thoughts any day or day before experienced stories. The worst part is that these stories do not even particularly enjoyed the time were remarkably. I just remember back to them because I, for some reason with the really remember much more dignified (and sometimes strange) theme from the book before me associate.
So I came as half an hour ago on the topic of the actual story.
There is a discount store chain, known as a food that you know all. I want to mention his name, because this shop is failed # # #! (I've not written!) Provide a least a thousand reasons to take stock of him here, to pull him through the mud and the people strongly not advisable in buy it. And as I will in the following using selected examples, only bad writing about this store I only give the following advice: The store is like the mathematical symbol for addition. I had him the sign of subtraction where ... but you can probably only understand the same. .
(For those who are still interested: here was also the idea of linking to chemistry only the name of that stupid shopping was the chain of association and because it constantly in chemistry to positive (+) and negative (-) charges. leaves.)
First of all, fundamentally a question! Is it normal for a business of a large chain, that of the only grocery store is within about one kilometer, located in the student quarter is, therefore, with important Feed reckoned to run into the situation no bread, no water, no milk, no slice of cheese and oh no I do not know what!, Which do not have so much more often in stock! ... Yes, because not everything?
And then only to open three cash? You will say I am small plaid ... although I am mechanical engineer, but ... no such thing is bad ... but sh! And I is not so with any excuses along the lines of: "The poor! Many students who are with you overwhelmed "Na are clearly a demand on the. And that's the problem. But we as students are not the bad guys in history, only because we are many. And now says I do not take it all too personally. It is personal. It is even existential! get the shop to have it available even to the series to life the most important foods. And even if it is distributed broadcast three times a day, throughout the day. So. No excuses, excuses, understanding what terms ... and the door for deliveries, I have seen, it is not too small, the truck can park in front, it is therefore not a technical problem of this kind.
It is therefore a logistical problem. A problem in management would now say the BWLer. But they are also stupid. (It says here anyway)
Oh, I do not know why. I just want to finally buy time to serve you well.
The store I was suspicious from the start. So since the first few weeks here in Aachen. I can remember only too well that Martin then told me of an experience that he had made in a shop the same store. We were in the evening when the plane "in the birthday celebration purely" invited. Martin had called me to tell me that it needs that no gift was found. We agreed on vodka. Of the absolute. We wondered where these vodka out at Ikea or buy. Everywhere. Martin suggested the purchase itself to take in hand ... in a shop of the said chain. And? The rest I learned at level.
All that now my vodka would not have been available are wrong. Vodka always have. Only water have never been. No, the problem was probably quite different. In this store the "hot" drinks in a glass cabinet are included, so that Martin had to speak to a compelling business seller. This, however, referred unkind to her colleague at the box office, with the excuse of her shift is over now. The answer that Martin received from the seller at the box office was the total amount to the same situation. No vodka. Exactly the same as the German election situation at that time. No result. With the only difference is that unlike the parties in an election, none of the sellers here in the smallest way, was able to take responsibility. (Whether the parties really are in a position to another question. I let this set of easy times are, and is moving its discussion on the ability of politicians, political parties and politicians later.)
Well, humiliating, after long Begging Martin then got what he wanted after all.
But what is that please for a work setting. No wonder that never was in stock, if for repeat orders feel just as responsible ...
... On Friday again ... because I promised my mother me alone to eat healthy, I like to eat fruit when negative (what I call the store now, just like that! Does he deserve it.) minus the ... - I actually wanted to buy bananas and mandarin oranges - there was even after a long search, only apples. The variety apples that I am usually always was gone. So "decide" I'm looking for green! (No idea how hot, I'm not an expert now) most people had thick Kitsche, so I looked out 4 large green apples. You know that yes, in so ne transparent bag and more it works.
After a quarter hour checkout line - "Angela" (pronounced like angels in English and then for a long time aaaaa), the name of one of the sellers was constantly stressed by the cashier called. Angela was comfortable with all the key towards saving fund the move, only took too long. A wave of restlessness and nervousness spread from a small office in the back of the store to the one long queue of impatient at the checkout. All were waiting for Angie! (The seller. Policy, another time, I had said.)'s Now been some time missing beep of the scanner, cash was also nervous and impatient by the ringing phone from the small Office replaced. But nobody gave up and Angela came.
Yes. After a quarter hour blockbuster - I said - much to the trained eye of the cashier an error in my shopping matrix. She had the cloudy clear plastic bag through it detected a slight difference in the pigmentation of the four apples that had not really noticed me. No sooner had ripped the bag, compared to apples, they tried for me, to leave you as a thief, pointing specifically to the difference in price of one apple from +8 cents and the completely different situation of apple varieties at the bar. Such a difference in pigmentation of the apples in my bag was therefore practically without a conscious blending of my hand in your shop is not possible. Yes, that's in style
my answer, I would really only four apples she knew nothing more to say than a shake of the head, accompanied by a stupid grin (the motto: "what a silly boy!") that was clearly on the back of my husband and not addressed to me. This they only looked stupid and angry at because they stayed with their stories and everything it again not only at the box office continued. In the end I found it quite funny ... and thus they do not.
All right, see how it has this store in itself. And there were still some The stories to tell ... from the milk that I've bought there times that of the milk that I could not buy more ... From the tramps the times before the minus hung ... From the purchase of a microwave with oven function that I finally but have exchanged, probably gay ... From the cashier, who goes to eat the kebab sellers ... From everlasting-Gezicke ... etc.
stories about a juice shop, the juice has no stock. Everything is shit, really tragic, but funny in detail again.
Damn, I wrote back disks # # #. I have violated a promise not to write more of this word. I must accept the consequences of it, take the responsibility on me to end this text now.
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