Navarre

A day written with a delay. Date November 5, 2010 In the morning I packed up. Dad got a call from an employee regarding a broken computer, specifically the internet. I tried to help. I was also pissed off that my dad questioned my opinion. Namely: the connection was established and he says after handing over the handset to check if the usb modem is properly plugged in. I got pissed off and told him that. He called the staff back to ask how exactly he said. The employee replied that my dad only had to check if the modem was plugged in, without unplugging it. In the meantime, I wrote with agatka. She was the first to ring the bell. She was also eager to meet, we joked. Dad drove me to the bus stop. We had a nice chat there too. I bought water in a liquor store, and you have to drink a lot when using my nasal medication. I drove. On the way, I read my diary (I had previously uploaded the files to my mobile phone. And I had a lot of arrears, I had not read the diary for a good 3 months, I started reading from the month of August. I made myself. PS in the morning I slept in an unfolded fear. I thought it would be more comfortable, but unfortunately I burned terribly. There was not enough space. Neither did I get a reply from Kaja. I sent a text message late in the evening. Spine ... When I got off at the invalids square, my friend from college greeted him - he was in the bus. It turned out that she is raby and has another friend. They attend the pk together and before that they attended the technical school in Rabka. We went to the PK, the physics woman missed it, which was to our advantage. I also bought something to eat in the vending machine. The physics professor is cool, but the way of conducting the classes is similar to that of professor Kucwaj from Analysis. Unfortunately, such a fuck and nothing can be learned from the lesson. After the second hour I went home, I found that it was better to read a good textbook - luckily, she gave a few items. I was also in room 220 to check how the report on Electrical Engineering should look like. I met another professor, firm and tough at first, but I talked, noted his lack of time, and would be grateful for the exemplary report. In fact, he proposed it himself and it was evident that he showed me a sample report with pleasure. I wrote everything down in my cell. I told Zbych and a few people about the possibility of buying colloquiums. They were interested in the proposal. Darek was at home - I congratulated him on his history and on settling the matter with cells. I also wanted to mention a technique that I could call the Magda technique: Maggie asks about everything in a nice and sympathetic tone. Until now, I have been going to ask questions, but people really want you to ask them questions. Krzysk's subconsciousness said the same. Maybe it works for consciousness as well. Darek, I asked that when she was going to leave, I would just let me sit by my car. With the fact that I asked him for it and congratulated him earlier, I made him pay attention, made him feel important and at the same time did it sincerely. He got my congratulations and other people I want to help the other person willingly / I will repay him and he made my dream come true. We drove a Nissan, a car about which we slept the night. Great car outside, graphite varnish, but inside so-so. I proposed to buy a carPc. At home, we managed to partially repair the beaty's laptop. I have also developed a technique for dividing zolafrene: the tablet can be easily cut with scissors. Late, around midnight, Magda returned. I think she woke her aunt by accident. She talked to me out of sympathy. Great girl, you could say dear. No wonder her aunt treats her like her own daughter.