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!

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.

Nummernziehen für Dummies

Geil. Eigentlich wollte ich nur übergangsweise hartzen, werde jetzt aber vermittelt. Jemand wie ich solle ausgesprochen gut zu verhökern sein. Mein Traum von drei hyperschnuffigen Monaten, in denen sich ein unglaublich nützliches Praktikum an das nächste reiht, ist jetzt wohl ausgeträumt. Ach ja, außerdem ist "jede Arbeit zumutbar". Zum Beispiel Kadaver zerhexeln und zubereiten, denn ich müsse das ja schließlich nicht essen. Hat er gesagt, ja. Da haben sich die drei Stunden im Wartezimmer doch glatt gelohnt. Dafür bekomme ich eine Geburtstagsüberraschung, denn genau an meinem kleinen Jubiläum ist der nächste Termin, hui!
Habe ich schon erwähnt, dass die ganzen anderen Idioten, die ich kenne und die in meiner Situation sind, einfach hin sind und sich in der Wartezeit nun beruhigt die Eier kraulen können?

Desweiteren stresst der Alte hier rum, ich solle seine Angelegenheiten erledigen. Aber das ist eine andere Geschichte, die mir gerade nicht weniger die Kotze hochtreibt.

You must be used to the pain

Worked 17h at a stretch, came home like a wreck and sat around, slept for 2h, woke up - and now am able to continue working? Dead tired as I am I will. To feel alive and not like a pussy.

Two o'clock

I cannot sleep. I am restless. It is not too late, just nearly 2 a.m., but I'm not used to it anymore. My "working day" will start at 7 p.m. and what will I do until then? Tomorrow at the same time I should be "working".

Somehow this guy who has to be something like my "boss" told me as I left to call me later to go out but did not. Hopefully they kept out of mischief and went to bed. That does not mean I have been eager to hang out with them; it just means I do not want to be lied to. I am used to be, but it feels wrong in a case were you do something voluntary for someone who lies to you.
But if I find out I could quit at some moment while shooting that creepy movie, by the time they need me the most. Bhahahaha!