I think I'll never drink again.

Or at least not this week. Maybe later a bit, but just a bit. And what the hell happened to my velum?!


Blood Pressures

I could fall in love with this album. Already the first song is stucking in my head after the first hearing.

Shout or Dare

Do you know Shout or Dare? I don't know what to think about it. Playing truth or dare without truth and "real" people... But above all: I thought hipster triangles won't be hip anymore.


Poetry Slam Semi Finals at Faust were nice. Now I consider to visit the Finals in October in Hamburg.

Rikje Stanze didn't win and also wasn't my favorite, but wasn't bad and her slam's the only one I found.

("Twitterfasernackt" was part of Bleu Broode's poetry, who won and has been one of my favs.)




The weekly offset OHP check came to its end. I'm not that sure, but seemes it should be a relief for me the festival's officially canceled now, cause so is my planned London trip combined with shopping, scene discovering and the already mentioned highlight since weeks. Due to personal reasons, but not mine.

See you in September 2012!


Wer stellt sich für mich als Boxsack zur Verfügung?

Gerade eben begann ich ein Vergehen, dass die mir auflauernde Polizei sodann strafrechtlich verfolgen musste. Gibt wohl zu wenige Verbrechen, da muss man sich eben was Neues suchen.


From now on...

... I'll go swimming each day for at least 1h until the Festival. The package with my dresses arrived which I ordered last week as a present for myself (because I ♥ me). Everything fits, but I look like a mommy.

Westerwelles Erbe?

This guy is an idiot. He totally fits his party.


With whom do I have to sleep now to undo this day?


The Pains of Being Lazy as Fuck

Must. Get out. Of bed. Must. Go. To the library. Must study. Must learn. Ugh.



I so love this! May I be mentally retarded? Üüüüüüüüi! Hearts.

I need new ballerinas. It's an akward feeling to go the short distance to the swimming bath in casual clothes and high heels.


You Don't Own Me

Usually I don't like covers that much. But I adore this.


Nightmare on Limmerstreet

I had nightmares lately and remembered them. 

Today I dreamed I was going to the exam and had to wait in front of the door until it starts. Being the only one I went in circles. Than the door was opened. I thought I'd be the first one, but everyone was already there and the exam started hours ago. I had to hurry.
- I wasn't late today.

Yesterday I had three weird dreams. First one was a penis dream. One of the strange penis dreams, no good penis dream! Are good penis dreams even possible?
Second one was about me asking the male flatmate which boots to wear and he answered, I should wear my brown ones. But they were fucked up and so they are also in reality! I loved them that much to go with their leftovers through this winter, though I always had cold and wet feed, cause all the snow and rain came in. Than I tried to ignore the needles (like stapler needles, to hold the parts together) which were hitting in my flesh with every step and bore wounds in my feed. But now I finally will let them rest.
Third dream was me planting the seeds of male flatemates penis chillis which I gave him as a birthday present and he never grafted in reality. After a short time where were already some fantasy fruits like huge, strange strawberries.
The nightmares were the boots dream and the penis dream. Both dreams have something in common with the third dream: random penisses and the male flatmate. Hm.


Why are men that bloody stupid? How are they able to survive more than 24h alone?


I want a new layout for this. It would be the fifth time for something I don't really use. But it's so ugly, I want to cry.

Edit: Done.


Ich hätte schwören können, gestern noch was geschrieben gehabt zu haben.


Do you know this: You want to go to your exams, but you can't because you don't know what to wear?


Look at me, I'm alive!

Yeah. Still two exams to go (tomorrow + monday) but that one I've been afraid of has been on tuesday. No idea if I passed, but if not I'll hang myself in the attic. Pitty we don't have one.


Money can buy you love

Today is Mother's Day and Rachel Zoe suggests people to buy presents like bags for 268$ (187,16€) and neglaces for 950$ (663,45€). No, her page is not dedicated to rich bitches. And this is just some random example.
That's why I don't really like this day: It's commercialized like Christmas, Valentine's Day and nowadays even Easter and St Nicholas Day. But most people are too stupid to recognize it's not a day for mums but a day for economy. What about its real purpose?

I called my mother today and recited a poem. Some people may say that's cheap. But honestly: What could be tackier than trying to show your love/to buy someone elses love with something you bought emotion- and maybe mindless randomly in some shop? If I could have visited my mother I would have baked and cooked for her, but that's something I'd also do on other days when I'm able to, because it's silly to have a day to (be forced to) "show your love" and not to be able to do it else.


Mein Kopf...

... ist kurz vorm platzen und meine Nerven kurz vorm Zusammenbruch.