*miss-duquette

Really long ago since I stepped by. It seems to get better, by the way - will get more time soon. And yay, i did many artistic things, from bookmarks to t-shirts etc..while I was away - a whole lot more are locked up in my head right now, as soon as I find the time I will submit them. Summer seems to be awaken ,at least,in this place too. Lazy Summertimes.. I love them x3


My brother graduated this year from.. - well i guess in america it would be highschool? I´m a very clumsy person,stumbling around and falling over everything, and of course, i´m not a very lucky person. But I can live with that.I found out that my bad luck brings adventures with it .Therefore my life seems most of the time very exciting. (comic-like,even.)


After my brother has graduated, my grannies wanted to take us out to lunch, I got a day off and I agreed to meet them at the restaurant, my brother wanted to come to the restaurant right after school. The restaurant isn´t that far away, about half an hour by bike. And because of the sunny day, I decided to go by bike. I had been at my parents place (i try to visit them as often as I can, because of the family -has nothing to do with the big garden, pool and the forest next to the house ;]) Therefore, I have two bikes. One,that I use for circling around in the city - this one looks like a junker, the other one is an expensive mountainbike, that I use when we are going on family bike tours in the mountains. I packed my bag and started out for the citybike when i realized that i would be much faster with my mountainbike, so I unpacked the bag and took the backbag instead. I was driving the bike down the hill, when i thought it was much to easy to ride, so i stepped off and looked at it mystified. I´m not very good at this technic bike stuff, but i guess even a child could have seen that the wire of the gearshift (and i hope i got the right words for this ö.Ö] was cut off. Well, i don´t have so many enemies xD so I´m still thinking it was an animal. After I found out, I have to chose wether I would go on, pedaling myself to death and get late or if i would shift the bike back over the hill back home,which would take much longer of course. I decided to do the first. After all I came to a crossroad and couldn´t fix which direction to take, because there were two restaurants one in one direction and I forgot in which restaurant we should meet, so i tried to grab my mobile phone and realized by outraged that it was in the bag i left at home after I changed the bikes. I sighed and trusted my luck. - haha. Of course, I stepped a few minutes later through the doors of the wrong restaurant. I pedaled like a maniac then, much too late, to the other restaurant and decided ,because of this, to take the shortcut. Just as I turned into the street, two tiny dogs (sausage dogs, to be detailed) came out from two garden to flank me.. it wouldn´t have been that bad if they weren´snapping after me, while running and barking and turning into monsters and the most dreaded creatures I´ve ever seen. Hell, I really feared for my life. (I´m a vegetarian with vegan attitudes, so it takes really much for an animal to scare ME.)I pedaled now really REALLY fast,even faster than before,which seemed to be impossible, I guess my feet must have seemed blurred to everyone who watched me (gladly, no one was there) Just as I thought I escaped them - they were falling behind - I lost one of my worn out sandals. Great. I stopped. But the dogs didn´t, so I cycled around the corner to a farmhouse, to which, I thought, the dogs belong to. After many big-looking for help-hellos, I rang the doorbell next to something that looked like a door,at least. A friendly woman opened and told me : " Oh no, you are not the first one who have been attacked, this dogs are pretty aggressive.." I stuttered "..aggressiv? .. THESE are the MOST aggressive creatures I've ever seen." And highly intelligent too, like they seemed to have a flanked-fight-plan or something. But I didn't mentioned it, of course. At least she wouldn't believe me. And then she told me. " Well, hon these are the dogs of the neighbor so you have to go to the neighbors house." Me :"I CAN´T go to the neighbours house! The dogs are there!!" But I wanted to get my damn sandal, I couldn't go to a graduation lunch without a second shoe and the woman didn't seem to be any help so I asked her to JUST stay while I would jump over the small wooden door, that seperated the streetway from their garden. She agreed but told me to hurry up, because she just wanted to leave.(hurry up,haha, as if I wouldn´t) While i was jumping over the doorway, silent as a cat i thought it through : if the dogs would attack me, well at least she could call the police or if she were brave enough, she could attack them with a broom if they would get me.(not that i really thought a broom would have stopped these monsters) I sneaked to my sandal, alarmed by every leaf falling down by a summerbreeze - too silent. As soon as i got my sandal i raced back and jumped over the door.The woman was away. Great, that´s responsibility. Well, maybe she didn´t know in which danger I just have put myself. I jumped on my bike and yelled a "Thanks" . Finally I was on my way - again. When I finally arrived at the restaurant and searched for my family, the waiters were grinning at me, I was grinning back, thinking "nice people". My granny shouted over three tables a "there SHE IS!" And everyone in the room looked at me. Grinning. I grinned back,apologizing. As I finally sat down, they were nearly finished and i don´t want to sit there and let them waiting while watching me eating, so I said - and of course after all it was the truth :" go ahead, i´m not hungry." I was exhausted and really don´t felt like I could eat something right now. "well then have some pancakes." my granny commanded. I still don´t get it, but my granny always seems to try to feed us granchildren up as if our mum would let us starving to death. Well, i guess it´s more about their connection to each other. Sometimes she reminds me on Emily Gilmore! Whatever, I excused myself to step to the toilet to get some icewater in my damn hot face after this unusual sportattack. I got shocked when i looked at myself in the mirror.. tomato is not the word that would fit. Vulcano,maybe. My body, white as ever was alright - not even one red spot. But my face looked like an experiment by a mad scientist. Well, at least that explained the "nice people".
My brother got curious about when my red face would turned pale again - after all it didn´t! Even as I calmed down, I stayed "vulcano" . I got the suspicion that it might be a sunburn.
I told my brother that if this IS a sunburn, I really couldn´t go to his graduation party at night. Could it get worser ? Yep. ..
Well.. to all "bad-luck-buddies" : at least, it wont get boring x)