Lange dauerts nicht mehr

Morgen.

Morgen entscheidet sich, ob ich Italienisch schaffe
oder nicht. Ich habe viel gelernt, für meine Verhältnisse
sogar exremst viel.

Die Schularbeit war zwar positiv, doch nicht
positiv genug und so... muss ich mich morgen
nochmal einer Prüfung unterziehen.

Ich habe Angst.

Nicht richtig Angst.
Es ist wieder eine von diesen selfmade Ängsten.
[Siehe ... ähm... ich hab darüber schonmal geschrieben]

Aber trotzdem habe ich irgendwie das Gefühl,
dass ich versagen werde, ich weiß, man sollte
so etwas nicht denken, weil man dadurch nur
noch nervöser wird und so, aber ich glaube es.

Nein!

Ich schaffe das, ich MUSS das schaffen.
Es muss weitergehen, ohne Nachprüfung.
Nachprüfung ist inakzeptabel.

Okay, ich gehe jetzt lernen.

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Haggis:	We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward:	A sailin´ out to sea.
Bill:	When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis:	You'll be sure to turn and flee!
Guybrush:	Oh, this is just ridiculous.
Guybrush:	Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill:	That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!
Bill:	We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Haggis:	We can sing in every clef!
Edward:	We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis:	It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward:	We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
Edward:	We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis:	A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill:	To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward:	Just really good ear plugs!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis:	Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
Haggis:	We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill:	We'll battle you on land.
Edward:	But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush:	They'll be more than you can stand.
Bill:	Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush:	No, it wasn't.
Guybrush:	No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill:	The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!
Bill:	We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.
Haggis:	Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward:	We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis:	...then sing from the diaphragm!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	Less singing, more sailing.
Edward:	When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
Bill:	If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis:	...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Edward:	If ya disrespect our singing´...
Bill:	...we will feed ya to a kraken!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis:	We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
Edward:	We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill:	And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis:	We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward:	...but we have to rest five measures.
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill:	The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.
Guybrush:	You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush:	...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush:	From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush:	...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis:	And...!
Haggis:	...um...
Bill:	Well...
Edward:	...err...
Bill:	Door hinge?
Edward:	No, no...
Bill:	Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis:	Guess so.
Edward:	Okay, back to work.
Guybrush:	Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.

[Monkey Island III Soundtrack - A Pirate i was meant to be]