But our wall is real thin. I bet they can hear all my phonetic exercises of Syl-La-Ba-Tion as I can hear them commenting football matches. it's not my fault, I must do it loud, teach says I must figure out an imaginary can in front of me, and I should try to be able to put it down with my voice...
well...I'm building myself quite a reputation in the neighbourhood...
(not counting the fact that when I get bored I start to sing...)
Anyway, this is my present for you:
ich bin von kopf bis fuss...
(Time for me to start learning German...)
Next week I'll cut my hair as Bette Davis, I will!
After 3 hours:
well, I must admit there's some kid up there into the apartment over my head who's worse than me- her father must be a pianist. I remember he gave her a little keyboard as Xmas present (with which she used to WAKE ME UP really EARLY in the morning last January). Now he's trying to build her up a little singer.
What an artistic building, uh?
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