Lift my arms because I can't

At least I'm in love with this; a case which softens my pain for a moment.

Take me home before the storm

Searching for some information I just stumbled on my own "blog" - peculiar, huh? And then: Perusing the stats I noticed hits on here, without me updating or even thinking about Harmonise. So who was this person who visited this lifeless sh*t several times a day? It has to be either someone very cute residing on the other part of the northern hemisphere at the moment or someone else who just wants to check what I write about his beard or his penis or maybe also my father stalking me online again... I hope for the first. Send me a grunt if it's you (damn, I feel somehow retarded writing like this...)

For your information: Yes, I am procrastinating. I have a presentation about national group identity due on Wednesday morning. And a quiz on Thursday. And since today another presentation about Keynes for next Monday. This is my most easygoing week this semester - or maybe since a year, I lost track of anything. 

And good news is I have a new second job. Bad one is it seems I will lose the first one since that shit kid I was tutoring found it very clever and subtle to hide away his filming iPod at the guest toilet to record me peeing. Don't know if that was funny, exciting or even voluptuous to him, I myself was too shocked to shout at him or even ask him why he did that. Yet I will have to remind him of § 201a StGB. But whatever, I do not know if I want to see this kid again and risk other incidents. Of course it was not the only one but the others where forgivable. 

Well, and the cat is not fine. I saw him on Saturday, he was very fluffy, somehow cuddly, seemed a bit tired and got brighter fur, so all right on the surface, but my parents said he was throwing up blood. I am somehow worried and would like to caress him more often.

So, my presentation calls. Take care.

Oldy, but goldy. And soooo beautiful!

Ein Eintrag für ein Schwein

Obwohl ich bisher keine Hits aus Korea erhalten habe, widme ich diesen Beitrag einem besonderen Schwein. Man stelle sich viel kitschigen Herzkrams vor.

Es ist arschkalt draußen, von Frühling keine Spur. Und à propos Arsch: Meiner schmerzt seit gestern durchgängig. Liegt wahrscheinlich am Fitnesskurs. Zumindest wäre ihm das ratsam. Ansonsten tut mir nichts weh (außer mein mehrfach demoliertes Knie, nachdem mir letzte Woche einfach ein Mann aus unbekannten Gründen vor der Drogerie ein Bein stellte und mich auf dem Marmorboden aufschlagen ließ - mein Knie tut mir dabei aber weniger leid als meine neue Brille!), was ein schlechtes Zeichen sein könne. Sind etwa meine Muskeln zu faul zum Arbeiten und chillen einfach vor sich hin? So wie ich gerade, die ich eigentlich den Frühjahrsputz starten wollte? 

Obwohl ich unimäßig gerade das erste Mal seit ca. einem halben Jahr gar nichts mache, sind meine Tage doch nicht entspannt. Diese Woche standen/stehen neben diversen Fitnesskursen noch Treffen zu Party-AG, Pulli-AG, Tierliebhabgruppe, FSR PhilFak (ich wette, wir werden sowieso nicht beschlussfähig sein und wieder gehen müssen), ein Vorstellungsgespräch, MeatOut, noch mal MeatOut (um hier mal geringe Spannung aufzubauen: ich werde mich ziemlich sexy zurecht machen), PeTA-Stammtisch, dann den ganzen Sonntag nach Bremen - und das, obwohl ich schon Amnesty geschwänzt habe und meine Nachhilfestunden diese Woche ausfallen. Mich gruselt's, wenn ich daran denke, dass ich in den Pausen putzen müsste. Nächste Woche dann müsste ich mich endlich für alle Kurse eingetragen haben und dann beginnt auch schon wieder das Semester. Zuvor natürlich noch Ostern überleben. Normalerweise ignoriere ich dieses Fest, aber diesmal dachte ich, könnte ich meine Eltern besuchen - und natürlich Katzen und Oma! Dabei könnte ich ja kochen und backen, das wäre schön. Ein Menü denke ich mir noch aus. Aber wie immer werden sie es mir nicht danken, sondern sich darüber lustig machen, dass ich keine arterienverstopfenden, cholesterienerhöhenden Krebserreger zubereite. Trotzdem nehme ich die Herausforderung an - tadam!

Knut

Soon I will have a nervous breakdown.

So new year's resolutions what happened to you?

Ah, I still can't overcome I'm not allowed to pack my English sentences full with commas as I do in German. I even can't overcome it's called commas instead of commata. Serious problems. But actually I wanted to complain about myself because I did not write an entry yesterday as promissed. So I have to write two today? Don't know if I'm able to handle it, yesterday was already awfully stressy though I'm still on holiday. But university never abandons you (at least me) and gives you enough stuff to do hence you never get bored. 

To come to an end with my pointlessness: Nice song, isn't it? I'd love to shake my ass to its rhythm but it's 6 o'clock in the morning and I don't want to disturb my sleeping boyfriend more and more.

M. Ashraf feat. Nahid Akhtar with "O My Love"

Happy 2013

My New Year's Resolution for Harmonise is to write as many posts per month as it has days. If I miss a day I can catch up on it the next days. There is no guideline for the content. The reason is I want to get the blog fit for my year abroad where I want to do something I usually don't do: Share it with people I know.

Of course there are other topics I should concern myself about. University is (aham, or rather should be) my top priority. My audit period is January to beginning of February but as a matter of course I have to hand in several papers until end of March. There are 15 exams/papers to go and I already kicked two courses out to be less stressed. My temporary home will be our library again - unfortunately it is closed today though I'm anyhow hangover which isn't the best basis for serious studying.

Otherwise I'll started with a week of detox today - please cross your fingers I'll stick it out. Of course I have resolutions to regularly clean my room and the flat and to do more sports but who doesn't. It's not naive in my opinion. Also I want to go more often into museums (which I love but rarely make time for it) and do much more stuff other than clubbing with my friends before I leave. For example I would like to do dinner and cocktail parties and would like to cook on occasion for people who aren't my flatmates or boyfriend.

Apropos flatmate: Since I. moved some days ago we will have a new flatmate moving in our home in some days. I hope it will be nice and fuss-free living with her.

Strange enlightenments are vouchsafed to those who seek the higher places.

I'm at my "workplace" and that's what it is looking like atm. Okay, at least the corner where I'm sitting. It's cosy, I just had five clients in seven hours, I can prepare my university stuff here and am even allowed to laze around without shoes. Sounds great, but there's a fly in the oinment (haha, my new favourite saying!): I don't get paid. And though I mostly were short on money it was never that hard than today. Another problem is time since university is demanding a lot of it these days. And that silly "friend" who told me to definitely get me the job of my dreams at his institute I just had to wait some weeks, the secretary would be slow... I was waiting and waiting and when realised he just fooled me.

In fact I'm into some serious research here - or at least pretending to be.  I like that book as well as I like Flann O'Brien and my seminar but I don't know if I will make it to finish  The Dalkey Archive and prepare a decent presentation until Tuesday since I will have a busy weekend - not partying, but guests, twice demonstration against hunting, some help for a friend, and a Hindi- German session with my language exchange partner. Actually I need Tamil but haven't found any Tamil tandem and he said he'd also recommend Hindi for my purpose. By the way, there is also a smaaaaaaaall piece of a piece of cake on a plate to see on the picture above. Yeah, bad out-take. It's a piece of one of the cakes I prepared for yesterday's Christmas evening - a simple but colorful one with sugar icing, and a big chocolate-rum-coconut cake, all of them of course vegan as well as the cocoa I brought. Oh yes, I'm always such a darling and a big spender. Too bad I had to leave the event earlier to be in time for the Juli Zeh reading and just got back to clean the mess the guests made. But Juli Zeh was worth it, indeed a funny and very likable author. Maybe I will also dare to read her new book Nullzeit though it didn't sound that interesting in the first instance.

- The quotation in the caption is from Flann O'Brien's The 3rd Policeman, one of my other current reading matters. Like all my headings it does not have to make any sense related to the text.