11 June 2010

A cliché crush (part 1)

The bell rang, Professor Delany was already in her classroom.
First day of a new school-year she thought. I'm sure the students will be late. She had to admit that she had been a little late herself. She hadn't heard that damn alarm, and was left with only half an hour to get ready. Her shower was rather quick and luckily she had packed her books yesterday evening, so she still had time to drink her divine coffee.

Finally the students strolled inside the class. Some of them looked tired from their last party, others scared because it was their first day at the University. Delany was sure that most of them knew about her reputation. She was known for her strictness and her bossy attitude.

When she saw that most of the pupils sat down, Delany clapped her hands. ' Good morning everybody, I'm sure you all would rather be somewhere else then in this classroom, but I need to disappoint you.' She saw the faces of her students drop and they began muttering.' Quiet folks,' she said. ' I'm sure we will get along quite well if you obey my rules. First of all...'

Suddenly a blonde young woman entered. Her cheeks were flushed which made her look adorable. Why is it that always the pretty girls come to late, she thought.
' Well good morning to you too, miss...'
' Miss Harrovian,' the girl spoke. ' I was just explaining to your fellow students, that we will just get along if you all obey my rules,' the professor replied sharply. She still wasn't over her bad mood from this morning. ' So how does it come that even on the first day you manage to break one of these rules?'

All students were quiet and if somebody would have dropped a needle, you would have been able to hear it. The beautiful woman who was still standing in the entrance was paralyzed. Her ice blue eyes were flaming with rage and when Delany just wanted to restart her lesson, she said: ' Because nobody has told me your rules.'

' Miss Harrovian, you can stay after class.'
With that said professor Delany began her lesson. She could tell, that the tall blonde would cause problems.

02 June 2010

La Folie





On n'aime que ce qu'on ne possède pas tout entier.

-Marcel Proust-

24 May 2010

Prom-night



Dearest Bloggers,

This weekend we had prom-night at our school.
It was wonderful!! The theme was Venetian ball.
We had a great time and I'm sure I won't forget what we
did that night!! 1 out of the 1000.



13 March 2010

Going after Hitchcock.

Dearest Bloggers,

Here is a little story.
Just follow the drawings
and you will get it.
I know it's creepy
but that was the meaning.
My newest school-project.

"Admit it.
Everyone has a little dirty laundry."









10 March 2010

A blonde in need.


Dearest Bloggers,

A new art-thingy from me.
Hope you like it!
It's a part of a school project.

x

23 February 2010

Lapland Photo's Part 1

"Blondes make the best victims.
They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints. "

-Alfred Hitchcock-






03 November 2009

Bad luck and my fortune cookie didn't warn me!


Hi dearest bloggers!!

How are you all doing?
At this very moment I'm sitting in a very comfortable chair
at a huge swimming pool in Miami (and yes I'm also seeing the beach
and the beautiful blue sea.) So I guess I'm doing pretty fine.
You guys must be thinking now: She is doing better then f*cking fine! 
Lying at a swiming pool with her lazy ass in the sun with a light breeze coming
from that beautiful blue sea. I would be thinking she is doing freaking-fucking- fantastic!!!
Her life is perfect. Well think again.
Three weeks ago I fell from my scooter and broke my wrist. And yes I'm sure you can already guess, it's in plaster! And beside that I also got something at my heart what makes my parents a over concerned! I'm sitting trapped like a bird in a golden cage!
And yes you all can laugh now...(Done already? I guess so.)
The only things I can do is lying in the sun, and actually I don't like tanning.
Go shopping, but believe me after 2 days I couldn't bare to see an other shop without vomiting !
Last but certainly not least, watching TV and I need to tell you that there is actually a lot of crap on it! Conclusion... it was just as boring as hell! So my life isn't as perfect after all. 
Cause in a perfect life everybody would drink champagne, party all night long, grab drugs like kids in a candy store and would certainly not have a broken wrist. No no, just kidding. I hope your vacation was better then mine!