Ok, so since I never actually have anything to write about, I’ll just let you take part in the awesome adventure that my boring weekend was. (It wasn’t awesome or adventurous, so this post is really just for the bored…like me)

So, Saturday I went to the post office with my sis. I now have a credit card, go me! Go to London that is, since that’s what I needed the card for. Anyway, the post office is next to the train station; train station was filled with lots of loud scary FCA fans. This last sentence doesn’t really have a point to it, but I put it there anyway.

Back at home I watched the match, which we lost (actually we got bombed) and did Sudoku. A hell lot of them. I have this book with 150 Sudoku and there were like 30 left and I did them all that day. Then I watched Barca play Sevilla, which bored the shit out of me because Barca were playing so boringly well.

Sunday I slept in (…till 10) and watched Movies. The Jonses which didn’t really have a start nor an end and was generally bla and Green Street Hooligans which was pretty much average, too. Then I took a nap and watched Özils first match, or rather half of it because when he left the pitch I went to bed for real…and this last sentence would also invite a few comments from me, if I was the one reading it, not writing it, but I’m not so I won’t go all “lol, for Real” on myself.

That was my weekend, isn’t that nice and boring. And if you are wondering why I’m writing the way I’m writing, that would be because the weather is killing me right now. It’s changing from really super hot to stormy and cold and I feel the whole transition. Stupid air pressure, go change somewhere else, I don’t need headaches and dizziness.

My sister and I went to a travel agency today because of our trip to london in september (people who follow me on twitter probably got some hints of this). We didn’t book anything, just got some information. We are going to have a little trip planning meeting next week to see what exactly we are going to do about flight and hotel and bla.

This will actually be the first time I’m going to be on a plane and the first trip I take with someone I actually want to spent time with (the other times I’ve been abroard were with school and let’s face it: school trips =/= fun). So yeah, I’m looking forward to it.

Then we went shopping for a bit and I bought two new books: Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk and Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby. I just added Fight Club to my amazon wishlist this morning, saw it in the shop later and bought it. Same with Fever Pitch, though I ment to read it for a while now, since I love Nick Hornby. I don’t care much vor Arsenal (not yet anyway), but we’ll see.

My sisters comment on me buying Fever Pitch: “Now you might actually get it” (seeing as I came out as football fan in the last post)… AND I was gonna write a paragraph on how she is making fun of me now (she isn’t actually serious and I’m not annoyed yet), but I don’t feel like it anymore…so I’m going to go and sleep now.

My sister this morning: “I wouldn’t wear those jeans with converse…“
Me: “O_____O”

She just meant that her feet were enormously huge so it would look weird on her, but seriously at 6:30 in the morning you shouldn’t say stuff like that, makes you self-conscious all day. Well, not really at least it doesn’t make me feel self-conscious, not anymore anyway… As long as you own it you are all good. You could wear a potato sack you just have to look like you don’t care and everything is fine.

Change of topic: I’m really into football right now. That is football as in soccer for the readers from the us…as if I’d like American football, lol pretty much. Outside of the US no one actually cares about American football.

Anyway, football, right, always has been my favourite sport, I just never watched it on club level. Well, I’m doing that now…thought you should know, so you know what I’m talking about when you don’t get it.

/update for the sake of an update

Last week a woman walked past me and started to laugh. I don’t know if it was because of me or not, but I certainly wonder if I should be offended or claiming money for provided entertainment. Then again, I doubt it was because of me. There are people who walk past me and sneeze, I don’t think that’s my fault either…at least I hope so.

Anyway, pictures of my workplace (new with additional iMac), breakfast from two weeks ago, the floor plan of the new office (news of the office move sent me into a state of permanent rage last week) and my sisters (or my sisters bosses) iPad.

My dreams tend to be a bit Hollywood-esque sometimes. Like that one dream I had a few years back, that could have been a movie by Steven Spielberg or Roland Emmerich. It was a bit like the day after tomorrow, complete with huge wave eating up a Californian beach, capitol hill turning into an island, helicopters and presidents…oh and doves.

It’s actually quite confusing. When my sister and I looked up what it could mean, it said to go see a therapist as soon as possible.

As of late I keep dreaming of football, apparently the world cup has a continuation in my head. Well not really, I can only remember two of the dreams anyway.

One was last Wednesday. A family named their kid PK after Gerad Piqué from the Spanish national team. I probably dreamt that because when you go onto ONTD (yes, I read that crap, it’s amusing) or other communities, he worms his way into every comment thread. Apparently he has a lot of fans. Well the whole team has, they are building shrines for the Spanish NT. Right now everybody has the Spanish flu.

The one from tonight is so embarrassing, I don’t even want to talk about it.

It had a plastic shark, a pinstripe suit, a revolving door, the marketing consultant of my university, machineguns and a football player in it. Said football player was planning a class reunion with me and somewhere down the line gave me a hug.

Horrifying thing is I really don’t like the guy! Which is why I don’t give you his name, because I frequently proclaim my dislike of him. Everything about him just turns me off, starts with his name and does not end with his cocky face, that makes me want to punch him all the time.

He is a good player though, has some nice tricks but I don’t like players who get all “look what I can do!” during a game. Showoff ~_~ He doesn’t move either, run for Christ’s sake. Though it must be kinda cool if you don’t need to move much and get the ball anyway…like Tezuka Zone xD

Well, I don’t completely hate him, he’s good for the lulz I guess, looks stupid most of the time and he’s part of the national team that was my second favorite when I was younger, first of course always being Germany.

I dare you to take a guess. If you are right you won’t get a cookie though, seeing as I will be too embarrassed to turn on my virtual oven for baking…

I just exclaimed I was 25…turns out I’m 24. I don’t understand why I can’t ever get this right

Btw, if you submit something from you blog, the possibility of you getting Steven King is about 99,99%. I figured I didn’t want Steven King, I never read his books and I don’t say they are bad, I just don’t really want to write like him, so I submitted proper writing I’ve done at the end of last week.

Yeah, “proper” writing, I do that sometimes, but I can never come up with a story worth sticking with so I usually never get past the first three double-spaced pages…and then I delete everything.

I guess I might just be my worst critic, but I honestly don’t think I’m able to come up with a story, that would be worth any kind of attention, obviously not even mine. Kind of sucks because I’m pretty sure I can construct a decent sentence.

Oh well, sometime in this life I might just manage to write a five page short story…or not.

A while ago I read About a Boy by Nick Hornby. And there is this part in it where Will discusses suicide with his girlfriend, because he doesn’t get why Marcus’s mum tried to kill herself.

Will and Marcus are the main characters btw. Apparently there are people who haven’t even seen the movie, like my sister. Some people seem to live in the North Korea of movie world. I totally feel the need to apologize for this sentence. My sister goes to the movies with me all the time she just isn’t as obsessive as I am.

Anyway, my point being, Rachel, that would be the girlfriend, explains to Will why he could never commit suicide: Because NYPD Blue is going to be on next week.

Essentially, if you completely ignore my family and the fact that I’m pretty happy with my life, that would be my reason, too. Well, not NYPD Blue but because I want to know how wins the game tomorrow (we will obviously), I want to know if Jesse killed that guy on Breaking Bad, I want to eat gooseberries this year, I want to watch the second Iron Man movie, I want to read Watership Down and I need to live at least until September 26th so I can buy the new CD of Alex Band and before that get some birthday presents.

So long story short, there are so many little things that make me want to go on, there is no fucking way in hell I’m ever going to kill myself.

I figure this sounds superficial, but when you are suicidal you probably can’t find pleasure in those little things, anymore, but I do, and really most people do, even those who are forever and annoyingly stuck in the teenage angst they should have outgrown already.

This post was kinda brought to you by the person who committed death by train on the tracks between my workplace and home. Obviously this had nothing to do with me, but since it’s been the second this year it kinda gets you thinking…

…not to deeply though, because you know, there are books to read, movies and tv shows to watch, cloth to buy, music to be listened to and so on and so on.

and I really hate the fact that this post sounds kinda emo when I’m totally not! It’s the weekend, I’m awesome. Write that down, I’m awesome!

New hair cut. I don’t have a better picture, lighting-wise, and I only have PS7, so let’s ignore the quality and honor the quantity of…one.

Anyway, I hate going to a hairstylist. To be honest, I just don’t like them washing my hair. You never know how you’ll look when they are done either, it can always happen that you need to go to work with a bag on your head the next week. (Though that won’t happen to me because the girls at salon I go to are pretty good.)

And in general, what can they tell about me from my hair? Do they know what shampoo I use or that I ate two cookies for breakfast? …well probably not, unless my shampoo and the cookies are one and the same, but I think you get my drift.

Anyway, going out again…

…I went shopping again. Three tank tops, a scarf and some shorts. The girl at H&M forgot to remove that savety thingy from the shorts, which is why they are not in the picture. They need to be taken back to the store, so they can take it off.

But really, if you are ever short on cash, you can go to the H&M in Ingolstadt and just steal something. No one actually cares if the alarm goes off, it happens all the time anyway, so you can just walk on out of the shop without paying.

…but for the record, I did pay.

Well, now I’m back home and I don’t feel like doing anything at all. It’s kinda been a problem as of late, I don’t really have anything to do. Not that I had much before, but you know, I have even less to do during summer…

uhm, right… useless post, written just for the sake of posting…

Ok, so let’s imagine a train, imagine it on the hottest day the year has seen as of yet…about 32°C. Now imagine yourself inside said train. There is no way to open the windows, except by smashing them, because the train simply isn’t build that way. That means you can add another 10°C to the outside temperature. Now you are sitting inside a train with a heat-level of about 40°C. Now we put the train in bright, glaring sunlight, no shadow even near it. We also add some technical problems, so you have to stay right there for an extra 40 minutes (+50min the trip would take normally, without any unscheduled stops).

Now that is an experience one never needs to have!

Funny how almost the same thing happened today and yesterday.

Boy am I looking forward to getting on that train tomorrow…