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einfach mal schauen und glotzen uff machen!  

19.7.06 19:26


Ostsee

so, ich gehe fort an die Ostsee für nen paar Tage..

gehabt euch wohl, bald bin ich wieder im Lande .)  

23.6.06 18:50


09.06.06-Tag der Ergebnisse

Ich hab Abitur, ich bin so stolz dafür.

Jetzt hab ich den Beweis, dass ich nicht blöd sein kann,

wer hätte das je von mir gedacht?

 

 Und einen Durchschnitt hab ich, den kann man sich nicht vorstellen

10.6.06 14:44


Ausland

so, nun ziehe ich von dannen, fahre nach München um mein Brüdersche zu besuchen..

also, bis Dienstag Nacht dann

 

4.6.06 15:13


klar gehts noch weiter

jipp.. kleiner baustopp, nöli hat zeit. also werd ich mich weiter dem html-gefummel widmen, auch mit weimar absage.

keine angst, ich bau hier noch, also bitte noch nicht rumnölen :-P

30.5.06 17:06


Es ist vorbei, es ist vorbei, es ist vorbei..

Jo, letzte Prüfung beendet.. Mal schauen, wie die anderen laufen, Sozialkunde war ganz in Ordnung..hätte irgendwie besser ausgehen können, meiner Meinung nach, aber es ist ja nun vorbei und nur das zählt, gell..

Jetzt wird gefeiert, bis die Ärzte kommen *g*

 Also, reinhauen und -Frauentag- genießen *g*

 

Ich wusste alles und hab alles vergessen 

25.5.06 11:04


(3) Funktiionen, Vektoren und alles was Spaß macht

Jipp, jipp, jetzt hab ich auch die letzte schriftliche Prüfung hinter mir. auch scheen.
Jedenfalls kam meine langersehnte e-Funktion nur teilweise dran. denn es kam eine gebrochenrationale e-funktion dran. wie schön..
aber die vektoren waren ziemlich schön und naja - ich habs geschafft, alles andere ist egal

also bis zur nächsten und letzten prüfung lernen.. jippieh
12.5.06 14:26


Adieu, Brüderle

Nun geht er von dannen, mein großer Bruder und wird große Leute mit kleinen Schlipsen und kleiner Leute mit großen Schlipsen und mittlere Leute mit garkeinen Schlipsen bedienen..
das sieht dann ungefähr so aus:



Als sei das nicht genug, geht er auch noch nach München.. München? -klar, die Stadt mit diesen merkwürdigen Menschen, wie diesem hier:


Und um noch einen draufzusetzen, leistet er sich ein Zimmerchen in einem ganz luxeriösen Wohnheim im Herzen Münchens.
Jaha, man glaubt es kaum, aber diese kleinen Wohnheimzimmerchen kosten schon so ihr Geld.. und das sieht dann sicher so aus:


und da ganz links oben aus dem Fenster winkt dann der Georg heraus, ja ich sehe ihn schon vor mir.

Naja, dann wünsch ich dir ganz viel Spaß zwischen diesen ganzen verrückten Leuten, Schorschi!
Vielleicht triffste ja die beiden Schneggen hier unten im Bilde mal und kannst mit den genüsslich ein Maß trinken gehen..
11.5.06 12:44


(2) Fever Dream


They put him between fresh, clean, laundered sheets and there was always a newly squeezed glass of thick orange juice on the table under the dim pink lamp. All Charles had to do was call and Mom or Dad would stick their heads into his room to see how sick he was.

He was fifteen, Charles was. It was mid September, with the land beginning to burn with autumn. He lay in the bed for three days before the terror overcame him.

His hand began to change. His right hand. He looked at it and it was hot and sweating there on the counterpane, alone. It fluttered, it moved a bit. Then it lay there, changing colour.

That afternoon the doctor came again and tapped his thin chest like a little drum. 'How are you?' asked the doctor, smiling. 'I know, don't tell me: "My cold is fine, Doctor, but I feel lousy!" Ha!' He laughed at his own oft-repeated joke.

Charles lay there and for him that terrible and ancient jest was becoming a reality. The joke fixed itself in his mind. His mind touched and drew away from it in a pale terror. The doctor did not know how cruel he was with his jokes. 'Doctor,' whispered Charles, lying flat and colourless. 'My hand, it doesn't belong to me any more. This morning it changed into something else. I want you to change it back. Doctor, Doctor!'

The doctor showed his teeth and patted his hand. 'It looks fine to me, son. You just had a little fever dream.'

'But it changed, Doctor, oh, Doctor,' cried Charles, pitifully holding up his pale wild hand. 'It did!'

The doctor winked. 'I'll give you a pink pill for that.' He popped a tablet on to Charles's tongue. 'Swallow

'Will it make my hand change back and become me, again?'

'Yes, yes.'

The house was silent when the doctor drove off down the road in his carriage under the quiet, blue September sky. A clock ticked far below in the kitchen world. Charles lay looking at his hand.

It did not change back. It was still something else.

The wind blew outside. Leaves fell against the cool window.

At four o'clock his other hand changed. It seemed almost to become a fever, a chemical, a virus. It pulsed and shifted cell by cell. It beat like a warm heart. The finger-nails turned blue and then red. It took about an hour for it to change and when it was finished, it looked just like any ordinary hand. But it was not ordinary. It no longer was him any more. He lay in a fascinated horror and then fell into an exhausted sleep.

Mother brought the soup up at six. He wouldn't touch it. 'I haven't any hands,' he said, eyes shut.

'Your hands are perfectly good,' said Mother.

'No,' he wailed. 'My hands are gone. I feel like I have stumps. Oh, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me, I'm scared!'

She had to feed him herself.

'Mama,' he said, 'get the doctor, please, again, I'm so sick.'

'The doctor'll be here tonight at eight,' she said, and went out.

At seven, with night dark and close around the house, Charles was sitting up in bed when he felt the thing happening to first one leg then the other. 'Mama! Come quick!' he screamed.

But when Mama came the thing was no longer happening. When she went downstairs, he simply lay without fighting as his legs beat and beat, grew warm, red hot, and the room filled with the warmth of his feverish change. The glow crept up from his toes to his ankles and then to his knees.

'May I come in?' The doctor smiled in the doorway.

'Doctor!' cried Charles. 'Hurry, take off my blankets!'

The doctor lifted the blankets tolerantly. 'There you are. Whole and healthy. Sweating, though. A little fever. I told you not to move around, bad boy.' He pinched the moist pink cheek. 'Did the pills help? Did your hand change back?'

'No, no, now it's my other hand and my legs!'

'Well, well, I'll have to give you three more pills, one each limb, eh, my little peach?' laughed the doctor.

'Will they help me? Please, please. What've I got?'

'A mild case of scarlet fever, complicated by a slight cold.'

'Is it a germ that lives and has more little germs in me?'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure it's scarlet fever? You haven't taken any tests!'

'I guess I know a certain fever when I see one,' said the doctor, checking the boy's pulse with cool authority.

Charles lay there, not speaking until the doctor was crisp-packing his black kit. Then in the silent room, the boy's ice made a small, weak pattern, his eyes alight with remembrance. '1 read a book once. About petrified trees, wood turning to stone. About how trees fell and rotted and miners got in and built up and they look just like trees, but they're not, they're stone.' He stopped. In the quiet warm room his breathing sounded.

'Well?' asked the doctor.

'I've been thinking,' said Charles, after a time. 'Do germs ever get big? I mean in biology class they told us about Quelled animals, amoebas and things, and how, millions of ears ago, they got together until there was a bunch and they made the first body. And more and more cells got together and got bigger and finally maybe there was a fish and final-here we are, and all we are is a bunch of cells that decided get together, to help each other out. Isn't that right? Charles wet his feverish lips.

'What's all this about?' The doctor bent over him.

'I've got to tell you this. Doctor, oh, I've got to!' he cried. 'What would happen, oh just pretend, please pretend, at just like in the old days, a lot of microbes got together and wanted to make a bunch, and reproduced and made more --

His white hands were on his chest now, crawling towards throat.

'And they decided to take over a person!' cried Charles. 'Take over a person?'

'Yes, become a person. Me, my hands, my feet! What if a disease somehow knew how to kill a person and yet live after him?'

He screamed.

The hands were on his neck.

The doctor moved forward, shouting.


hier gabs dann ganz plötzlich nen schnitt.. dann durfte man sich aussuchen, wie man das ende verunstaltet ^^
naja. mal schauen, was die nächste prüfung bringt, wa.
10.5.06 13:27


(1) Adam Green

"Lügen sind sehr wichtig. Am Ende des Tages sind Lügen das, woran wir uns festhalten können. Die Wahrheit wiegt dich nicht in den Schlaf."

Wohl die erste und die letzte Deutschabituraufgabe von Adam Green. Aber sonst nicht schlecht ^^
8.5.06 14:57


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