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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Klaus "Hans" of GermanyI was just looking at my blog. (It's all I do) and I saw my Santa Claus post and it reminded me of my first true obsession/love of a real person (Michaelagelo of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles doesn't count). His name is Klaus. He was a german exchange student type person at the school I went to in France. As in... he was an equal of me, but from Germany.
"His name that we have given him is 'Hans'. No one else likes him. They all say he belongs to a farm, calculator or a pack of ferets. I have also been told that he looks like a homosexual, stoner, mole, toilet bowl and Hitler. (but that last person was just being mean)"The photo Alex took never worked out. Damn her and her fancy camera that obviously isn't that fancy!----------------------------------
"Today is Thursday and we get to go shopping in Les Sables d'Olonne!!! Yey!
Hans is sitting to my left :)
In Australia is hans a brand of ham?"----------------------------------
(at lunch one day)
"We all lined up and Klause was about 10 people infront. Has has a very good dress sense, good hair, walks well. Overall very well presented.
Lunch today was maccaroni and kebab things. It was ummm... good? or not.
Klause was sitting diagonaly to my right a few tables. He and his friends were sitting at the talble next to the exit. (The only exit!)
I wouldn't shut up about his every move so Camilla (who also liked him) and Polly got up (without my knowledge) and stood near his table. By this time I had been told what they were doing.
They went over to him and did as follows; Went to his table and asked if he was Klause. He did not speak much english so his friend translated. Polly and Mil then told him that I liked him. Meanwhile I am dying in my seat.
Then Klause goes (I did not find out until Pol & Cam came back) in his german accent, 'Oh! that is nice but... (I'm still dying) I love him!" And he puts his hand on his male friends shoulder.
Pol and Cam came back and told me. I died.
All the signs were there. People told me! His Clothes! His Hair!.
Je suis mort."----------------------------------
(At the soiree the night before we left the french school)
"The night went well, everyone sung their songs. The germans went overboard with their singing and playing instruments. they even had an accordian.
Klause was there and when we finished our songs he stood and clapped. Him and his partner were the only ones that did. V.Cute.
(edited part, just about brioche and my anorexia, macaroni and prawns.)
Everyoen was talking and taking photos. Klause was still there. It was v.uncomfortable for me.
I finally got my courage up to go talk and have a photo with him but I turned around and he was not there.
Dewberry broke a glass, and Paul talked to Polly a lot.
At last Alex dragged me and Paul over to Klause. Paul asked Klause if he could be in a photo with me. He agreed! (Yey! maybe he fancied Paul?)
After the photo I gave Paul and Alex a big hug to say thanks.
Klause was really nice."