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…

I was supposed to write something about my name, so…”hello, my name is Nicola” and “hello, my name could have been Benjamin”. Knowing the name your parents would have given you if you’d turned out a different gender is really cool. You go “oh, we have the same name!” in your head, when you meet someone with that name, even though it really isn’t yours. It’s a really fun thing to know.

And then I’m kinda obsessed with Michael Emerson and his character Ben Linus right now. Obsessed, no shit, I even went on Youtube. I NEVER go on Youtube (not because I hate it or anything, I just never do). To illustrate my reasons: This, this, this and this~

also there was this one with the hamsters:
John: Where did you get electricity?
Ben: We have two giant hamsters running in a massive wheel in our secret underground lair.

So yeah, he’s kinda awesome, not just because he’s funny, he’s just a really great character and Michael Emerson did a great job playing him. I totally cried for like ten minutes after that scene.

I hope Michael Emerson won’t go and do comedy now, since he said he wants to do something different. I mean, he would be awesome at it, but I just don’t really like comedy shows and sitcoms. The only show in that genre I like is The Big Bang Theory. But anyway, whatever he’s gonna do next I’m going to watch, cause he’s awesome. (I know more adjectives than awesome, but it’s the most fitting )

Ok, I’ll go worship him some more and will continue to hope the weekend will come soon (those two are not really related though…)

What I did yesterday and am continuing to do today: Reading Lord of the Flies, watching Lost, taking care of my cold…

I bought more Lost dvds last week, I’m too lazy to download. You know what I like about Lost? I lik Ben. Ben is really cool. I want my own Ben.

I don’t have anything to say, so I’ll just post a picture of the last money I spent:

Lost Season 1, Fringe Season 1, Terminator: S.C.C. Season 2

I’m going out to buy stuff later today, so in a few hours it won’t be the last I bought anymore…but then again, that’s not really the point, is it?

The Fringe Box is kinda awesome btw…

so I bought books again and took a crappy picture of them! (and a new DVD, too…)

It’s “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding and “The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini. I also ordered “The Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath, but I accidentally picked the wrong edition, one which amazon hadn’t in stock, so it won’t arrive until the beginning of next month.

At the moment I’m kinda looking through the “Best Books Ever”-List of Goodreads to find new books.

I don’t really choose by number and popularity though. Obviously, because if I would I would be reading Twilight and The Book of Mormon. I’m still on the sane side of humanity. I just look for interesting stories or books I always wanted to read.

I also like what people tend to call classics. I don’t think I do too well with modern books. I can’t really explain, but I feel like it’s all been written before? Just retelling the same stories over and over again? And not even old stories, it’s more like someone wrote a book in 2000 and since then people have been rewriting it. There is not a lot of original fiction out there anymore, which is pretty sad, really. Or maybe I just look in the wrong places, but I’ve always been into classic literature anyway.

During dinner my mum said her favorite Team was playing against “the red shirts”. If this would have been an english conversation, I certainly would have made some kind of Star Trek remark, but it wasn’t, so something about communism had to suffice. (Just for the record, my mum didn’t mean anything by it, the opposing team was just wearing red jerseys.)

Anyway, where I was going with this: I seem to have an issue with strong displays of dislike. To be completely honest, I actually start wanting to like the object of others dislike. In terms of soccer: When my parents are really vocal about disliking Bayern München (in this post known as “the red shirts”), I kind of start rooting for them, unless I have a valid reason to dislike them, which I really don’t.

It’s like in one song by die ärzte (german punk, punk rock, rock band…): “Ich bin dagegen, weil ihr dafür seit.” I’m against it because you are for it.

I’m really not as adamant about it as it may sound, I just don’t like people using words like hate for pretty much everything they dislike and/or know nothing about (that almost sounds political). Even if they don’t mean it, I don’t want to hear them hating things all the time, it’s negatively contrasting every conversation (if you can use that expression in english that way anyway…).

So, things I associate with the word hate: bananas, monday mornings, movies like american pie and broken iPod scares. (Where you expecting anything different? Cause really, my blog is as deep as ok magazine, so don’t…really, don’t)

I love it when I watch a movie and, as the ending credits roll, I have the mixed feelings of left-over emotions from the film, combined with the knowledge of having just watched something amazing.

So what movie am I talking about? Obviously it’s called Lost Dream, as seen on the left.

I didn’t check the release date before watching, so I had some trouble placing it at the beginning (it’s from 2009). The way it is filmed actually made me wonder, if it was made in the late 90ies or around 2000 in some parts, but that’s what low budget movies look like anyway. It fit the atmosphere.

The plot summary frankly sounds horrible, even more than that, but I gave it a chance and I’m glad I did.

The son of a corrupt Congressman, Perry, has lost faith in all the things he held true - his family, girlfriend, and the American Dream. He finds himself emotionally bereft and depressed. In search of self-discovery, Perry meets Giovanni, an art student with an unrealized gift, Giovanni is Perry’s polar opposite. Raised by abusive parents and placed into a series of foster homes, Giovanni is brooding and nihilistic. He lives in an altered state full of drugs and sex, capped by a deadly game with a gun and a single bullet! Perry sees Gio as a free spirit, incorruptible and impervious to the pressures of society. Gio believes Perry to be a spoiled rich boy dabbling in existential angst. Perry needs Gio to believe that his pain is real, while Giovanni implores Perry to play his game of Russian roulette to prove the validity of his suffering. As Perry and Gio’s relationship changes, and drug-fueled emotions churn, their fates linger at the tip of a revolver with a single bullet. (form imdb)

Personally I think the story sounds like something I’d like to dislike, but it worked out, at least for me it did. It’s not completely realistic, but it’s also not completely wrong.

There is a lot of similarity in the character Perry (Michael Welch, who was apparently in some Twilight movie…?) and the “modern adolescent”. I felt that he desperately tried to find fault in everything and having a need to be at odds with the world, thus harbouring some kind of angsty depression.
I liked the idea of putting someone like that in front of someone with real issues. You can’t completely dismiss Perry’s troubles, but Gio (Shaun Sipos, for whom I wish that Melrose Place gets cancelled, seeing how he can actually act) certainly had more to deal with in his life.

Strangely enough I can’t really say what made me like this movie. Thinking about it, there are a lot of halves: the story is good, but not really; the actors and their characters carry the story, but not to the full extend either. I guess you could say the balance made this movie, it had the right amount of character, story, drama and realism.

All in all, you could say the ending was to be expected but it still left you a little shocked. I think that’s what the whole movie is: you know what’s going to happen, but you still can’t stop yourself from watching, wondering and hoping that maybe you’d be wrong.