I stayed at home today because I wasn’t feeling up to scratch yesterday. I felt like dying this morning, but as soon as everyone had left the house, I was filled with energy and couldn’t get back to sleep, even though it was only 7:30. This is a totally normal thing when I stay off school/work.
If I had to choose three favourite kids I would choose, in this order:
Vincent and Chiara were the first children that I talked to there, and they’re both sweet. He’s Thomas’ youngest brother (there are seven Schnetzers in total). He talks in hardly comprehensible Bavarian, but I usually get the gist. Also, he’s given me an excuse to talk to Thomas, because all I really had to do to start a conversation was to tell him how adorable his little brother is. Chiara hangs out with me the most and is the cuddliest of the bunch. She likes to draw - as do I - demands for me to draw the girls either hearts, rainbows, butterflies or flowers have been frequent since day one. They copy me, too, everyone has picked up on my method of choosing different patterns for the butterflies’ wings (it’s more fun for them to colour them in if you do it that way), drawing a heart inside a heart inside a heart, the list goes on.
Lisi isn’t in my group, but we build Lego towers, draw and chat whenever we can. She’s very much the young lady, even though she’s only four. I think she looks up to her mother a lot because she’s always using phrases that make her sound like an authority, which she can only have copied off of her mum. Her face is absolutely adorable, she has these puffy cheeks and a pointy chin and muddy green eyes. And the standard German blonde hair, but Vincent and Chiara are both dark. In fact, Chiara doesn’t look German at all, now that I think about it, she actually has quite dark skin. However, so does my grandmother and I doubt that I’m part African, Caribbean or South American.
I went to the Pride disco in Bad Tölz with Chris, Maxi and Thomas on Saturday. To be honest, I didn’t have the time of my life, mainly because everyone (excluding Maxi) was getting hammered but my body just wasn’t having it. It might have been due to me getting a bit tipsy the evening before, but that makes little sense because I have often managed to get drunk multiple nights in a row. I suspect it was down to the Jägermeister I drunk: I gave Chris 10€ and told him to get me something for people over eighteen.
“Vodka bull!” I yelled to him twice while he made his way to the bar. I went up to Thomas and Maxi and waited for my ridiculously expensive drink. I took a sip - Jägermeister, I tasted it straight away. It may have tasted delicious, but I am 100% allergic to that horrible drink since the puking night with Larissa in July 2012. I drank a third of the glass anyway because I was so annoyed about having wasted my money, then gave the rest to the boys.
I made friends with Steffi, Chris’s ex-girlfriend, I kind of wanted to be as drunk as her, so I bought a lot of alcohol, which I REALLY regret now because I am once again nearly broke. We danced and then got a taxi home at quarter to four.
I fell asleep curled up next to Maxi in Chris’ bed at 7AM. I would have loved to have fallen asleep earlier, but I spent maybe an hour in total with my head on the toilet seat, trying to puke out the vile Jägermeister that was burning my throat so badly. Not a drop came out, even when I tried to make myself gag. Maxi watched over me and put his coat over my shoulders. Good thing Chris was asleep, it must have looked and sounded pretty damn disgusting.
The View from Husband Hill on Mars -
The image was taken by the robotic rover Spirit exploring the red planet.