Hellboy from Marzipan
Yeah, I'm alive and kicking.
Ireland was great. I miss the most: the accent, pubs, Baileys chocolate and the colorful doors.
The floor of Danish Aeroport wasn't that great. I and R spent two nights sleeping on that freakin' hard floor because obviously Danish people think there is no need for chairs in the aeroport.
And AT 5 A.M. a crazy woman (maybe a pilot or something) came to poke and shout at us, something in Danish, maybe "you cannot sleep here!" in very high pitch, and scared a hell out of us. Not the best way to start a day.
Well, nowadays....
I've been surfing around and looking for a good pic of Hellboy because after I mentioned "We're doing a marzipan decoration stuff at school", J had a brilliant idea "Pleeeeeease, you must make me a Hellboy figure made from marzipan, pleeeeease!"
I just couldn't say no to such a childish man.
Must go to zzzzz, too tired, sorry for spelling mistakes.
Nighty night!
Listening: Téléphone, Ploum ploum