Tell me why you are listening when nobody is talking?

Today my german teacher made a joke.

She told us we're gonna play through the oral part of german final exams and she is gonna give us marks.

...

wasn't funny.

Anyway, I went to her table and she gave me a paper. I read it through and it was some mumbo-jumbo about children's centrums and free time activities and so on.

I had to make a short summary and then she started asking questions. No, wait, first I had to introduce myself.

I told her my name...and then noticed she rolled her eyes. I was like...ee...should I lie and make my name more interesting somehow? Like add a couple of extra vocals or something?

Anyway, she kindly explained to me that I also have to say my last name.

Then we did a lot of blablabla and finally she said I did really good and she gave me 18 points out of 20. Like wow! She said that if it had been a real exam, I would have gotten the highest mark.

Yehu!

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Enough with the spicy details of my interesting life & on to the things that I really wanna write about.

(pause)

Ok, back to my life.

I baked a cake in the oven earlier. Was nice. I didn't want it though. Things taste better when I don't eat them.
I mean...when u cook something and someone else eats it - it just tastes better. Not for the person who is eating, but for yourself. I don't know if you catch the drift.

I used to make little presents for my grandmother, when I was about 6 or 7 years old. Once or twice a week I wrapped something in paper or put into little boxes and then I gave them to her. Like the prettiest things I had, I gave them all to her.
I went to visit her before the christmas and I saw she had kept all my presents.

"He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals"

isn't that wrong somehow? What about the people who love you? They are your rivals then...or not?
It would be funny to argue with someone about which one of us loves me more.
I don't think I will be put into a situation like this. For many reasons.

My boy my boy don't lie to me tell me where did u sleep last night my boy my boy don't lie to me

Oh, and a little request for those who stumbled upon my blog by complete and utter accident:
if you happen to look at my profile, maybe you could...just for the sake of it...do it like 9 or 10 times in a row...refresh a bit...and so on. You know, numbers, for some reason make people feel good...like...when you say you are 1m and 70cm...then it's nothing special, but now...write it down in ONLY centimetres....170cm...wow, that's what I call a number!
...I'm gonna get back to this l8er

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