dorianpavustache said: … yo es que amo la Naranja Mecánica xD ¿Qué escena fue, por casualidad?
Pues um, fue cuando Bran va cual monillo por los tejados y ve a la reina y a su hermano montándoselo y… y el hermano de la reina lo ayuda a subir a la ventana pero luego lo empuja hacia el vacío x_x I can’t, nope, no puedo. Que dirás, buah, vaya mierdecilla! Lol, pero no puedo.
Uummm… any advice to get over the reader’s block…?
dorianpavustache said: Aw :( yo voy por el último ya… pero hay que tener estómago.
Eso parece, y desde luego yo no lo tengo, nope, tampoco pude con La Naranja Mecánica y similares :T
La última escena del capítulo que fue la gota que colmó el vaso todavía me está atormentando, espero olvidarla pronto T_T
bluebutterflywrites said: Oh dear…I’m sorry :(
Aw, don’t worry, darling, you didn’t write, it’s ok :) *hugs*
9 chapters into Game of Thrones… and I am done with it. I don’t even want to see the book in my bedroom. Bye bye *waves off*
One of the biggest differences between Germany and Ireland is that in Germany, everything happens so fucking EARLY. At five am, there’s already a queue at the bakery (never witnessed this personally as five am = either dead to the world or just falling into bed; but I have reliable sources). You get a dentist appointment for seven in the freaking morning. Like WTF? I’m not awake yet, so my teeth are neither. My friend catches the train to work at 06.15 - the time when she has to get up and get ready is not even on my fucking watch. And I’m talking “normal”, office jobs or whatever, not even shift work or any other job where it’d be necessary to move a limb before 10am (my grandma runs a farm and not even she gets up before 8). People here are out and about at seven like it’s nothing; fresh like young gods, while I can barely open an eye and understand simple sentences. HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!?!? I don’t understand this. My body doesn’t even work properly at such times. Back home, you’d get laughed at if you wanted to show up at the city council office at 7. All the jobs I worked in didn’t usually start before 10. And work’s not the only thing that happens early here. People eat dinner at 7pm and go to bed at 10. No one understands why I want to order pizza at 23:20. Okay, so, I might be a night owl by nature, but seriously? Who wants to go shopping at fucking seven in the morning?? Why do shops open so early? Why are people up so early? What does the world have in stock for you between five and eight?? I don’t get it. I don’t understand this country. I will never understand. Yeah, I’m cranky, because I’m tired. And I’m tired because I had to get up at seven for a fucking meeting that could easily have been at 11 or 12 or whatever the fuck, in the afternoon when it’s decent and people are awake and sane and conscious. Jesus fuck.
Woooooah what.the.fuck????? Is this for real?!?!? O__O Here sounds more like Ireland, shops don’t open until 10 in the morning and then some jobs start at 8 and that is considered already very early.
Jesus, I couldn’t live there, it seems @@ I don’t know how you manage…