Harmonise in Grey & Grey

Lots of pretty uninteresting things going on lately:

• I found out about Sia's collaboration with David Guetta and the result isn't an unprecedented desire for more Guetta stuff, but more one to never listen to Miss Furler again. 
• Christian Wulff still doesn't want to quit, though it's not the first time for him to do so. Seems like nobody remembers that affair during his time as a federal minister? Why not someone like Dolly Buster for president? She won't be more disgraceful.
• FU Berlin wants an additional fee (1,500€) per semester to study gender studies. My future plans are put on ice until further notice.
• My Swedish teacher baked cinnamon rolls for us, one of the lecturers brownies. I couldn't eat any, they were made with eggs. Just another proof for the nonexistence of "God".
• Though I panicked a lot I finished all that pre Christmas essay stuff at record speed. Today's the first day off now, which will be spent lazy in bed, but the following ones hopefully busy in the library.
• No fucking snow here and I hope it'll stay like this the whole winter. But nevertheless Anna von Hausswolff's "Track of Time" at this point: A music video with loooooads of snow to cover I wish everyone a grey christmas, especially for children. 

My bed is my office

Busy days, yo. Since I'm back from Dockville Festival (I'll post something about it later) I'm constantly have to read mails, mail back, read again, forward mails, write mails, take notes, ... Why? Because everyone seems to be interested to be our new flat mate. Of course everyone is a major hyperbole,but it's 60 requests in 8 days after all. Fortunatelly I deleted my phone number from the offer after the first call, if not, I would have to phone with masses of boring/strange/improper people and won't be able to tell them not to come. That's my problem: I'm too nice. Maybe this sounds like irony, but I really can't say no and want to give everyone a chance. Funnily enough nearly everybody says, he/she would be open minded, friendly, folksy, likes music, partying, friends and sports. (Woooooh, #61 just came in.) Unloved Facebook comes to my aid here: Lately I'm checking the prospects' profiles with their mail addresses. Et voilà: At least some of the people can be rejected this way. Favourite music Rihanna, house and hiphop, greasy hair, loves soccer and HSV, way too ugly boyfriend, never read a book, likes Twilight and shit? Adieu!

Other funny aspect: As I moved in more than two years ago, there were nearly no prospects and the people who were hear were like: "Oooooooh, hm... okay..." Today they kissing our asses how pretty the flat would look like, how nice the neighborhood would be and how wonderful we would sound like.

To bring this posting to a close, here a song by beloved Motorama. Oh yes...