Prise de conscience et prise de Beck

"Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me..." (Beck, pour les losers qui auraient pas reconnu!)

Voilà, çà c'est dit. Sinon, je réalise maintenant que j'ai oublié de mettre sur le blog les photos de la soirée au Saint Pierre! Çà se passe ici:

Soiree Saint Pierre

Flashback sur le week-end

Le week end fut court, malgré le lundi libre, mais j'ai rapporté quelques photos dans ma valise, de notre cher petit Yoan!!! Y'a même deux courtes vidéos, qui montrent comment il est éveillé et tout mignon!

Yoan

You know you're German if...

You separate your trash into more than five different bins.
Your front door has a sign with your family name made from salt dough.
You carry a "4You" backpack.
You eat a cold dinner at 6pm.
You call your cell phone "handy" and a projector "beamer".
You have no problems with nude beaches and saunas.
You have asked your Asian-American friend, "No, but where are you *really* from?"
You have gotten splinters from environmentally friendly toiled paper.
You call an afternoon stroll "Nordic Walking".
You are shocked when you have to pay for dental care.
You own a pair of jeans in a color other than blue.
People start talking about Hitler and Hofbräuhaus when you tell them where you're from.
Tenth grade was all about dancing lessons.
You work 40 hour weeks and have 6 weeks of vacation a year, but complain about hard times.
Your childhood diet consisted of Alete and Zwieback. Your college diet consisted of Miracoli and Döner.
You were educated about sex by Dr. Sommer.
You yell at people for jaywalking.
You grew up watching "Löwenzahn" and "Die Sendung mit der Maus". And Baywatch.
You think college tuition is an outrage.
You routinely go 100mph on the highway and tailgate heavily.
On your last day of high school you made your teachers sing Karaoke and jump through hoops.
You wear brown leather shoes.
Your first audio tape was Benjamin Blümchen and Bibi Blocksberg.
You have ended an English sentence with "..., or?".
You can tell at least one Manta joke.
You're a college student in your 11th year.
Your first sexual experience was on Sat1, Saturday night at 11pm.
You spent hours in school learning to pronounce "th".
You expect chocolate in your shoes on December 6th.
You complain that in other countries everything is dirty.

Bonne année 2008

Et merci d'être de retour sur les ondes après ces courtes vacances!
Des vacances, j'en suis pas encore bien remis, ce qui fait qu'au royaume du néant, ma motivation est reine!
Mais quand-même, en guise de cadeau de Noël décalé, voici la suite des photos de ces vacances, photos de notre réveillon comprises, et vidéos aussi!!! C'est énorme, et çà se passe ici:
Mes photos et vidéos