So, here's the thing. (Dairy extract)

So, here is the thing.

Dorothee and Heinz came over because the baby will soon be born, i just hope Yazmin and Jan name him Pablo Arael and not  or San Diego. Dorothee is always nice to me and has made me coffee for three consecutive days.

Yes, three days.

You see, when you're sensitive to caffeine like I am, a cup of coffee at afternoon might be a killer. I haven't slept in three days.Yesterday I went to sleep at three in the morning and got up at six to take a shower because I am nuts.

But, who wouldn't be nuts after a month of sedentary state? Today I finally bought a bathing suit. It's not that pretty but I don't care. All I care is doing some sport. (By the way, Gaby. You just realized the ink is passing through other pages and you don't get up to get a pen. Look! There is even a pen right next to the lamp, that gray one. How lazy. Whatever. 

Maybe it's because these dumb markers costed you only 1 euro at Allerei and you needed a reason to use them, because you're too chicken to draw with markers. You also want to write with other colors but you have always written with a black pen in here. Or a blue one. Or one week you wrote with a brown marker because whenever you went upstairs to write, you forgot to grab a pen, but that was in 2009. So, why not trying something new?

*Grabs a hot pink marker*

There you go. See how can writing help? You're just lucky you want/enjoy/are relatively competent for writing. Because initially you didn't wanted to write today, did you? You wanted to sleep.

So, if you wanted to sleep, Why on earth are you writing?You haven't slept much and today you found and interesting book, a book you think belongs to Yazmin because she like interesting stuff; a book about Brain Rules. You didn't pay much attention to it because you eyes were as heavy as that wool sweater you bought at Zara and got the color mixed because you washed it together with a red sweater.

But back to the book. You do remember something about how the lack of dream affects the brain. You also saw that movie one time. Where the kids didn't slept, they had micro naps and got killed by a man with knives on his hands. So you know your brain is exhausted but you can't sleep. Even when Dorothee volunteered  to clean up the kitchen after dinner so you could go to bed early, because dinner are your turn of cleaning. But yet, you won't sleep.

You even laid down in your bed for a long hour and closed you eyes but all you got was visualizing how you want your room because you haven't had the chance of sitting at that comfy  couch because you don't think it gets enough light to read. You also imagined your next haircut and thought a lot about yours and Josué's favorite Universities. But yet, no sleep. 

You know you are tired and you need to sleep more because today Yazmin gave you some simple instructions but you forgot them a minute later, just like you can't remember what you read in the Second Book Of Nephi today evening before Anjo spotted you and went to "cure" you because you were "ill and had lots of spiders in your head" then you drew spiders and pasted them on the wall.

You know perfectly that you need to sleep because tomorrow you have dance lessons at 19:00 and also because you don't wanna wear a disgusted pillow face. And so, we're back to the fist question. 

Why on earth are you writing?

Rigthhhh. You couldn't read because you need your memory for that and your brain is a bit dry. You couldn't draw because you're somehow frustrated because you keep thinking Anjo draws better than you. Like that Africa drawing he made. You didn't want to use your laptop because it gets you into a little stress. So, you made your way out of bed and grabbed your dairy. You didn't know how to start so you read a few older pages and laughed hard at how you used to say you were in love and at the next page you didn't want to see him again, you also found useful material for the new book you're looking forward to write, because you're always looking for material. Then you turned the last page, took a deeeeeeeep breath, grabbed the black marker, and highly exited, you wrote down. 

"So, here's the thing".

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Hey guys. Please excuse the spelling, grammar and typos. I initially wrote it in spanish and I traduced this at two in the morning and my computer failed so I had to to it all over again and it's tree in the morning.

Again. 

This is an extract of my personal dairy, it's the first time I ever publish something. The thing went on but this is the part I found funny and decided it deserved a second part of eyes to read.

Or maybe a bunch of them.

Hopefully a critique, a comment, something.

Is someone out there reading this? I'd like an opinion.

Schloss Oberschleissheim

For those who don't know, I said I was going to Germany,  and I wasn't kidding. I arrived here on 30th December and I've been here for a week. I haven't had time to go on Blogger before, also because I didn't have anything good to post but because I used Internet to write important emails. But today, I have something interesting to post. I live in a small part of Munich called Oberschleissheim. It's 4 grades here and they say that, for winter; that's pretty warm. I couldn't believe it.

One day we passed by this place and I promised myself I was going to visit it.

A Castle.

I quickly went on the internet to know more about this Castle, and It happened to be a Museum. It had many historical paintings and an awesome yard. I decided to go on Sunday, It was only two blocks away so I went on feet.

It was absolutely beautiful, the ceeling, the floors, the walls were extremely decorated. This Castle is called Schloss Oberschleissheim and It was built by this architect called Joseph Efner by 1,600. The architecture was decorated mainly Rococo, going foward to neoclasical. Perhaps not the decoration because It was Rococo; but the rooms were so simetric. The castle had a main room in the middle and the same amount of rooms in both sides of the main room, every room had a story, you could tell by the Rococo decoration and the Frescos in the ceeling.

A dinning table for victories had armery and battles all over the decoration, a room for praying had angels, Jesus and other religious figures. Even the paintings had a story, each room had like a tale if you looked at the paintings closely. The castle had very catholic tendencies, but also many mythological creatures such as dragons, gods. Let's just resume that I really enjoyed it and spent like four hours staring at paintings.

Later when I went back home I disliked walking, because I couldn't feel my arms, or my knees. But It was worth it.