Thought No. 1
So we know that ants are these little animals. They're ants.
And elope is something like running away.
What's an antelope then?
An eloping ant?
Something eloping because of an ant? Because it's what? Scared?
Either way, if you know an ant and you want it to run away, because it's in danger or something, you can still shout: 'Ant, elope!'
Only I don't know the chances for that to happen.
Thought No. 2
Does Tim Burton know that there are other male actors besides Johnny Depp?
Because I'm starting to doubt it.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Tales of the Tenant (Part Trois)
My seven years of French are finally paying off.
He's gone.
Gone gone gone.
Not gone as in 'met with us, gave us the money he still owes us and promised to be a better person from now on', more as in 'gave the keys to the janitor and took off'.
He left us no money. Jerk. Now we have to track him down and consult a lawyer. Not necessarily in that order, but both has to be done.
Still and most important, he's gone.
He's gone.
Gone gone gone.
Not gone as in 'met with us, gave us the money he still owes us and promised to be a better person from now on', more as in 'gave the keys to the janitor and took off'.
He left us no money. Jerk. Now we have to track him down and consult a lawyer. Not necessarily in that order, but both has to be done.
Still and most important, he's gone.
Now I Feel So Stupid
Okay, first I was the last one to figure out trackback. Only that I haven't even figured it out yet. I'd say that I'm just to lazy to read the instructions, but that doesn't change the fact that the one time I tried it I couldn't make it work.
Still blaming it on the laziness though.
Now I wonder again. I've found several blog entries where bloggers talked about the search terms other people used that led those people to their blogs. Willful Exposé did it, DeAnn did it and now I see Robin did it, too. How the hell do you get that kind of information?
Is there a special site on the web that does it for you? Is it a special feature that some blogware offers? Do I have to subscribe to something? Where do I find it?
How does it work?
The worst think is that I actually work in the IT industry, so somehow I think that if anyone then I should know. But I don't. So please tell me, because I think you do and I don't want to die stupid.
Current mood: Feeling stupid. Not my favorite feeling.
Listening to: So Simple by Alicia Keys
Still blaming it on the laziness though.
Now I wonder again. I've found several blog entries where bloggers talked about the search terms other people used that led those people to their blogs. Willful Exposé did it, DeAnn did it and now I see Robin did it, too. How the hell do you get that kind of information?
Is there a special site on the web that does it for you? Is it a special feature that some blogware offers? Do I have to subscribe to something? Where do I find it?
How does it work?
The worst think is that I actually work in the IT industry, so somehow I think that if anyone then I should know. But I don't. So please tell me, because I think you do and I don't want to die stupid.
Current mood: Feeling stupid. Not my favorite feeling.
Listening to: So Simple by Alicia Keys
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Ask Jamie: The Abroad Experience
Willful Exposé asked: Here's a question: How many times have you been to America and where? As Caitlin said, you've probably been here quite a bit because your English is excellent.
I've been to America three times. You could say four times, because one time was really two times interrupted by a three week return to Germany, but I think of it as three times.
The first time I was in America was when I was 13 or so. We stayed in California for three weeks. It was my, my mom and another family with two little kids. One of the little kids actually was the friend who rented the DVDs on Saturday. Back then he was a toddler and I was a teenager, now I would most likely refer to him as a friend. Time surely changes a lot of things.
We started the trip in San Francisco and then went south stopping at Monterey, San Luis Obispo, Santa Barbara, Los Angeles and Carlsbad. Then we went back north taking a route that took us to Yosemite and Seqouia national parks (in the reverse order, I think) and back to San Francisco. Of all the places we went to I liked San Francisco and Monterey best. Although the steep streets and occasional tremblings were really something you have to get used to.
I think when we went there I had about 2 1/2 years of English at school. I understood a lot, but certainly not everything. There was this one incident where I thought that 'I beg your pardon' meant 'I noticed your perfume'. Don't ask. It makes kind of sense when you know the circumstance, but I admit it sounds pretty stupid.
I didn't come back until June 1999. That was shortly after I finished high school. There was a friend of my aunt who needed someone to help her with her kids over the summer and my aunt asked me and I said yes. What do you think I said. Of course I said yes. That's how I got to spend three months in Hoboken, New Jersey. When people here ask me I usually say that I was in New York. That way they get an idea where I was. It's not even that much of an exaggeration. From where I lived it was about a 15-minute bus ride to Port Authority, Manhattan. After all, I was in New York.
I came back in February 2000 for a few days. It's a very complicated story involving a relationship with someone I met there in summer and me meeting the boyfriend one month earlier and falling in love. It's not a memory I usually like to talk about, so most people I met afterwards don't even know I was in a relationship with an American for half a year. My stay was originally planned to last for a whole six weeks, but I rescheduled my flight and came back home after nine days.
That's it.
I also spent a total of about three weeks in England. One was a school exchange and the other one a trip with the choir. I always went to South England and all I can say is that South England, especially the New Forest is just plain beautiful. I would always return there.
Of course I'd also always return to America, especially New York City, which I consider the most amazing place I've ever been to. Maybe it was also the fact that I was short out of high school, but I never felt as free and relaxed as I felt when I was in New York City. I loved walking along the streets and I was just happy.
As for my language skills, that's another topic totally worth writing about, but right now I will leave it.
Question answered?
I've been to America three times. You could say four times, because one time was really two times interrupted by a three week return to Germany, but I think of it as three times.
The first time I was in America was when I was 13 or so. We stayed in California for three weeks. It was my, my mom and another family with two little kids. One of the little kids actually was the friend who rented the DVDs on Saturday. Back then he was a toddler and I was a teenager, now I would most likely refer to him as a friend. Time surely changes a lot of things.
We started the trip in San Francisco and then went south stopping at Monterey, San Luis Obispo, Santa Barbara, Los Angeles and Carlsbad. Then we went back north taking a route that took us to Yosemite and Seqouia national parks (in the reverse order, I think) and back to San Francisco. Of all the places we went to I liked San Francisco and Monterey best. Although the steep streets and occasional tremblings were really something you have to get used to.
I think when we went there I had about 2 1/2 years of English at school. I understood a lot, but certainly not everything. There was this one incident where I thought that 'I beg your pardon' meant 'I noticed your perfume'. Don't ask. It makes kind of sense when you know the circumstance, but I admit it sounds pretty stupid.
I didn't come back until June 1999. That was shortly after I finished high school. There was a friend of my aunt who needed someone to help her with her kids over the summer and my aunt asked me and I said yes. What do you think I said. Of course I said yes. That's how I got to spend three months in Hoboken, New Jersey. When people here ask me I usually say that I was in New York. That way they get an idea where I was. It's not even that much of an exaggeration. From where I lived it was about a 15-minute bus ride to Port Authority, Manhattan. After all, I was in New York.
I came back in February 2000 for a few days. It's a very complicated story involving a relationship with someone I met there in summer and me meeting the boyfriend one month earlier and falling in love. It's not a memory I usually like to talk about, so most people I met afterwards don't even know I was in a relationship with an American for half a year. My stay was originally planned to last for a whole six weeks, but I rescheduled my flight and came back home after nine days.
That's it.
I also spent a total of about three weeks in England. One was a school exchange and the other one a trip with the choir. I always went to South England and all I can say is that South England, especially the New Forest is just plain beautiful. I would always return there.
Of course I'd also always return to America, especially New York City, which I consider the most amazing place I've ever been to. Maybe it was also the fact that I was short out of high school, but I never felt as free and relaxed as I felt when I was in New York City. I loved walking along the streets and I was just happy.
As for my language skills, that's another topic totally worth writing about, but right now I will leave it.
Question answered?
Unconscious Mutterings - The Not-So-Green Side
Coroner - Six Feet Under (What? I am a TV geek.)
Mystify - Making it even harder.
Corroborate - And easier.
Misinterpret - Happens every so often, expecially when you're me.
Humorless - Sucks.
Calculus - Math. I loved math.
Eye for an eye - Oh come on, that's like ancient.
CPR - Can't do it, so don't try to die when I'm around.
Stitched - Ouch.
Facility - Making it easier again.
Again, you can take part and have a lot of fun... just click here.
Mystify - Making it even harder.
Corroborate - And easier.
Misinterpret - Happens every so often, expecially when you're me.
Humorless - Sucks.
Calculus - Math. I loved math.
Eye for an eye - Oh come on, that's like ancient.
CPR - Can't do it, so don't try to die when I'm around.
Stitched - Ouch.
Facility - Making it easier again.
Again, you can take part and have a lot of fun... just click here.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
The Others: It's a Blue World
I have planned this for a long time and now I will start. There's this whole list of blogs on the left. Yes, these are truly blogs that I visit most each and every day.
But why should you?
Here's why you should pay a visit to Caitlin of 'unglaubliche caitlin':
I will start with a little bit of history.
I started my blog last October, mostly out of boredom. I'm pleasantly surprised, by the way, at how well it turned out to be. If everything I do out of boredom would turn out to be so good I wouldn't be bored anymore, but I digress.
I don't even remember why I chose Blogger. I guess there must have been some blog I surfed on that was also made via Blogger, so I just clicked the link and signed up. I made some entries for my profile, also including my favorite musicians. Katell Keineg always comes up when I'm asked for that. So, on Blogger you can just click on any of the favorites and you get a list of all the bloggers who also included it on their profile.
So I clicked on Katell Keineg. For a reason I still don't understand, nobody in this whole wide world has heard of her. At least I haven't met someone before. I have met someone who knew Lori Carson and someone who knew Jane Siberry, but that's about it.
Caitlin did know her. That was intriguing enough for me to start reading her blog. She hadn't started blogging but about two months before I did. She was nearly my age. From what I can tell from her blog she was born one week before me.
I was a lurker for some days until she practically urged me to comment on one of her posts and so I did. So, basically that's when we met.
What can I say about Caitlin? I'd like to make it easy for me and just send you there to see for yourself. But I think I shouldn't get away that easy.
Caitlin's blog is one of the most honest blogs I have found so far. As she talks about her struggles, her wants, her fears, her desires and everything I find myself thinking that I may not ever be able to write entries like hers, because I would never be that honest to myself, let alone the rest of the world.
She lets me take part in all those things that happens in her world without compromise. Although it's a blue world sometimes, it's mostly a world like - I would say - yours and mine, and then again it's like nobody else's but hers.
I'm running out of words here... just go and explore for yourself. It's definitely worth it.
What? You're still here? What the fuck are you still doing on my blog?
Go here!
Jeez.
But why should you?
Here's why you should pay a visit to Caitlin of 'unglaubliche caitlin':
I will start with a little bit of history.
I started my blog last October, mostly out of boredom. I'm pleasantly surprised, by the way, at how well it turned out to be. If everything I do out of boredom would turn out to be so good I wouldn't be bored anymore, but I digress.
I don't even remember why I chose Blogger. I guess there must have been some blog I surfed on that was also made via Blogger, so I just clicked the link and signed up. I made some entries for my profile, also including my favorite musicians. Katell Keineg always comes up when I'm asked for that. So, on Blogger you can just click on any of the favorites and you get a list of all the bloggers who also included it on their profile.
So I clicked on Katell Keineg. For a reason I still don't understand, nobody in this whole wide world has heard of her. At least I haven't met someone before. I have met someone who knew Lori Carson and someone who knew Jane Siberry, but that's about it.
Caitlin did know her. That was intriguing enough for me to start reading her blog. She hadn't started blogging but about two months before I did. She was nearly my age. From what I can tell from her blog she was born one week before me.
I was a lurker for some days until she practically urged me to comment on one of her posts and so I did. So, basically that's when we met.
What can I say about Caitlin? I'd like to make it easy for me and just send you there to see for yourself. But I think I shouldn't get away that easy.
Caitlin's blog is one of the most honest blogs I have found so far. As she talks about her struggles, her wants, her fears, her desires and everything I find myself thinking that I may not ever be able to write entries like hers, because I would never be that honest to myself, let alone the rest of the world.
She lets me take part in all those things that happens in her world without compromise. Although it's a blue world sometimes, it's mostly a world like - I would say - yours and mine, and then again it's like nobody else's but hers.
I'm running out of words here... just go and explore for yourself. It's definitely worth it.
What? You're still here? What the fuck are you still doing on my blog?
Go here!
Jeez.
Don't Be Shy, I Rarely Bite.
Maybe I'm just really self-centered and extremely keen on getting comments, but whatever. In the end, it's up to you.
In one of her recent entries Caitlin wrote about how despite reading my blog there are a lot of things she doesn't know about me.
So, go ahead and ask me! All of you.
I will try to do my best to tell you most everything you would like to know. In the very unlikely worst case I might tell you that I just won't answer your question, and you can draw your own conclusions from there on.
Apart from that I have plans to write about several things I consider important esperiences in my life. Things that made me who I am or things that I always come back to in my mind.
In one of her recent entries Caitlin wrote about how despite reading my blog there are a lot of things she doesn't know about me.
So, go ahead and ask me! All of you.
I will try to do my best to tell you most everything you would like to know. In the very unlikely worst case I might tell you that I just won't answer your question, and you can draw your own conclusions from there on.
Apart from that I have plans to write about several things I consider important esperiences in my life. Things that made me who I am or things that I always come back to in my mind.
I Feel So Special
Yes, my blog is on the list for Round Three of Michele's Scavenger Hunt. I feel so damn special, I can't believe it.
I'm also really happy because I figured out my clue immediately. I will give no hints though, so don't bother to ask or bribe me. It's too much fun to be spoiled.
So, whoever surfs in on the hunt, take a look around and have fun.
Also, I promise to post a picture somehow connected to one of the clues, once the game is over. I bet you're all pretty excited to see it.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Just Bring Them Back Someday
Somehow I always served as a private video rental for friends and family. I have top choice, offer good costumer service including recommendations and I'm really cheap.
Just a moment ago a friend rented 'Meet the Parents', 'Sleepy Hollow', 'Cruel Intentions' and 'Sex and the City Season 2'.
Did he pay? Hell, yes! I call two bottles of my very favorite ice tea my own now. Now we're back to the olden days where money was not yet invented. What for, anyway? Why should I want funny slips of paper when I can get something to drink!
DVDs, anyone? I also accept Ben & Jerry's ice-cream (but no Cherry Garcia or Chunkey Monkey) and invitations to sushi. It's your choice.
Just a moment ago a friend rented 'Meet the Parents', 'Sleepy Hollow', 'Cruel Intentions' and 'Sex and the City Season 2'.
Did he pay? Hell, yes! I call two bottles of my very favorite ice tea my own now. Now we're back to the olden days where money was not yet invented. What for, anyway? Why should I want funny slips of paper when I can get something to drink!
DVDs, anyone? I also accept Ben & Jerry's ice-cream (but no Cherry Garcia or Chunkey Monkey) and invitations to sushi. It's your choice.
Forget Sunday, It's the Thursday's Child Who's Lucky
When I had my job interview for the traning I just finished I was asked what I would consider my most important successes and my worst defeats.
I told them I honestly couldn't tell them any defeats. It's true, in my whole life I never had a defeat that I would label as 'really bad'. Sure I didn't always win, I wasn't lucky every day, but there wasn't one point in my life where I wanted something really badly and didn't get it.
Of course I'm not the world's most ambitious person, so I never went for goals like 'Be the best one', 'get a degree faster than anybody before' and things like that. There were things I wanted, but didn't get, but somehow there was always another door open which was pretty much as attractive as the one that just closed.
I mean, look at my life. I live in a beautiful apartment together with the man I love, I just finished my traning, the job prospects aren't completely bad (yet), I have a great family, I was always able to pursue my interests...
In short, I'm damn lucky.
To maybe be continued...
I told them I honestly couldn't tell them any defeats. It's true, in my whole life I never had a defeat that I would label as 'really bad'. Sure I didn't always win, I wasn't lucky every day, but there wasn't one point in my life where I wanted something really badly and didn't get it.
Of course I'm not the world's most ambitious person, so I never went for goals like 'Be the best one', 'get a degree faster than anybody before' and things like that. There were things I wanted, but didn't get, but somehow there was always another door open which was pretty much as attractive as the one that just closed.
I mean, look at my life. I live in a beautiful apartment together with the man I love, I just finished my traning, the job prospects aren't completely bad (yet), I have a great family, I was always able to pursue my interests...
In short, I'm damn lucky.
To maybe be continued...
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Nick Drake Isn't Really Dead
In fact, he just disappeared for a long time, didn't age, changed his gender, somehow faked his birth certificate so now it says that he was born in Iceland and changed his name to Emiliana Torrini.
If you don't believe me, just listen to her music. On that CD, if you please. He made another one before, but used a lot of electronics, so that I wouldn't blow his disguise too soon. But now he revealed himself. And beautifully so.
Current mood: Confused. For very different, not connected reasons.
Listening to: Snow by Emiliana Torrini (aka The Not-So-Dead Nick Drake)
If you don't believe me, just listen to her music. On that CD, if you please. He made another one before, but used a lot of electronics, so that I wouldn't blow his disguise too soon. But now he revealed himself. And beautifully so.
Current mood: Confused. For very different, not connected reasons.
Listening to: Snow by Emiliana Torrini (aka The Not-So-Dead Nick Drake)
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
The End of a Training And The Story of a Red Blouse
I'm now officially not a trainee anymore. Today I had my orals and now I'm done. Done. As in... done basically.
I'm really tired and exhausted. For one thing we ran around with two laptops, two folders, one poster-size sheet of paper for Andreas and a beamer and I dragged us all the way to Karstadt to get a frickin' brownie just to realize that they don't sell them there anymore.
Apart from that, it's getting really cold here. I guess the temperatures I'm moaning about are nothing compared to, say... Chicago, but for us it's fucking cold. Also, I had to do a presentation, so naturally I was dressed in a skirt with nylons and pumps and that's not exactly what you want to wear when it's a few degrees below zero.
Bottom line, I was not exactly the happiest girl on this planet.
Anyway, I'm done. Did I mention that?
As I am tired (which I think I already said as well) I will not go into a lot of details here. I will do that tomorrow or whenever I feel like reliving the memory. Now is not the time.
But I don't want to keep you waiting for the answer to this morning's question. The red blouse...
So I started to dress up for the presentation. I wanted to wear my favorite skirt which is black with a border of red and orange flowers at the bottom and just really beautiful. Only problem is, there's not so much that goes with it. All in all I can wear the red blouse or my black pullover. The latter was on the laundry list and no can do. So I went frantically searching for the red blouse. I looked in every drawer and the wardrobe but it was nowhere to be found.
Then I remembered where I left it. I took it off at my parents house because my mom had bought clothes for me. She got that super nice pullover, which was perfect, especially for cold winter days and I decided to put it on and forgot to take my red blouse back home. So when I knew where my red blouse was I also knew that there was no way I could wear it today. (Did I mention that my parents are in Australia at the moment? So I couldn't even call them and have them bring it over.)
So, that's where my red blouse is and that's why today I wore the dark violet one which is fine, but does not go with my favorite skirt. Bummer.
I still looked pretty good.
I'm really tired and exhausted. For one thing we ran around with two laptops, two folders, one poster-size sheet of paper for Andreas and a beamer and I dragged us all the way to Karstadt to get a frickin' brownie just to realize that they don't sell them there anymore.
Apart from that, it's getting really cold here. I guess the temperatures I'm moaning about are nothing compared to, say... Chicago, but for us it's fucking cold. Also, I had to do a presentation, so naturally I was dressed in a skirt with nylons and pumps and that's not exactly what you want to wear when it's a few degrees below zero.
Bottom line, I was not exactly the happiest girl on this planet.
Anyway, I'm done. Did I mention that?
As I am tired (which I think I already said as well) I will not go into a lot of details here. I will do that tomorrow or whenever I feel like reliving the memory. Now is not the time.
But I don't want to keep you waiting for the answer to this morning's question. The red blouse...
So I started to dress up for the presentation. I wanted to wear my favorite skirt which is black with a border of red and orange flowers at the bottom and just really beautiful. Only problem is, there's not so much that goes with it. All in all I can wear the red blouse or my black pullover. The latter was on the laundry list and no can do. So I went frantically searching for the red blouse. I looked in every drawer and the wardrobe but it was nowhere to be found.
Then I remembered where I left it. I took it off at my parents house because my mom had bought clothes for me. She got that super nice pullover, which was perfect, especially for cold winter days and I decided to put it on and forgot to take my red blouse back home. So when I knew where my red blouse was I also knew that there was no way I could wear it today. (Did I mention that my parents are in Australia at the moment? So I couldn't even call them and have them bring it over.)
So, that's where my red blouse is and that's why today I wore the dark violet one which is fine, but does not go with my favorite skirt. Bummer.
I still looked pretty good.
Going Crazy While Being Girly
Man, where is that red blouse when you really need it?
Stay tuned for the answer.
Stay tuned for the answer.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Style Is Me
Did I just write 'relatively urgent' in a text-message to the boyfriend? That's like that one stylistic device whose name I never remember.
But that's just me, the uncrowned queen of relativization.
Yes, I want to talk to you. I really want to talk you. I have something important to tell you. Also I have a very important question, that I need an answer to as soon as possible.
But, please, take your time...
But that's just me, the uncrowned queen of relativization.
Yes, I want to talk to you. I really want to talk you. I have something important to tell you. Also I have a very important question, that I need an answer to as soon as possible.
But, please, take your time...
Culture Aboard
According to dvdsoon.com my copy of 'Garden State' has been shipped.
It's now on its way across the ocean, so I guess I will be able to watch it soon.
And that's all thanks to you, blog friends, because you all kept talking about how you finally watched 'Garden State' and it was such a great movie until I couldn't help but had to find out what the hell you were talking about. Then I watched the trailer and then I had to order it.
And again one of my 'Am I the only one...' questions:
Am I the only one or does Natalie Portman remind anybody else of a younger Julia Louis-Dreyfus in that one scene where she tells Zach Braff to do something nobody else has done before?
Maybe the way my mind works is just really strange.
It's now on its way across the ocean, so I guess I will be able to watch it soon.
And that's all thanks to you, blog friends, because you all kept talking about how you finally watched 'Garden State' and it was such a great movie until I couldn't help but had to find out what the hell you were talking about. Then I watched the trailer and then I had to order it.
And again one of my 'Am I the only one...' questions:
Am I the only one or does Natalie Portman remind anybody else of a younger Julia Louis-Dreyfus in that one scene where she tells Zach Braff to do something nobody else has done before?
Maybe the way my mind works is just really strange.
Monday, January 24, 2005
I Will Never Shop Again. NEVER EVER!
Every time I try to do what is widely known as shopping, it is a complete desaster. I seem unable to shop. I seem unable to enjoy shopping. Obviously I lack some girly feature which makes shopping enjoyable.
I had two goals today. Buy books and buy clothes. I was hopeful enough to think that I would at least achieve one of these goals. Guess what happened...
Exactly.
The books. I made a list of all the books recommended by my blog readers. I had a voucher worth 30 Euro from that one bookshop and vowed to spend it all on books from that list. Only that they had none of those books available. Well, they had Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, but I already read that in German and I wanted to spend all 30 Euro or nothing. So I spent nothing and will go to the other store on Hohe Strasse next time to see if maybe they have at least some of the books from my list.
So much about my first defeat.
Then I went clothes shopping. Again. Because I'm not able to learn from my past mistakes. Or because I'm incredibly optimistic. Or both.
I was smart enough to look for the address of another Zara store and went there immediately. When I stepped in I was in heaven. No winter sales, or at least not solely winter sales. Matching blazers and trousers actually hanging next to each other. I was happy.
Until I tried some clothes on.
Let me tell you this straight: That fattish girl in the mirror was NOT me. I must know because I know me. I don't look like that. It was a girl that looked a lot like me, I admit and happened to be in the same cubicle, coincidentally trying on the same clothes I picked, but she was at least 4 pounds heavier than I am.
That was not me.
Why is it that I look okay in every mirror in our apartment, but when it comes to trying on clothes in a store I look like I need to join the Weightwatchers immediately. Do they do something to the lights? To the mirror? Am I stepping not only into a cubicle but also into another dimension where everyone is fatter? Because I really don't look like that. And that's not hurt pride that's stating a fact.
I also realized again that I seem unable to understand the concept that clothes come in different sizes and that I don't fit in every one of them. When I see something I like I tend to grab the very first item and have to remind myself to look for the right size, too. Or I'll end up in a cubicle with a pair of trousers size 36 which even with a constant holding your breath I will never fit in. I also never remember exactly which size I have. Which might be because my body is strange with sizes. I need at least a 40 for my trousers, but sometimes I can go with a skirt size 38. Also I have clothes ranging from size S to XL in my wardrobe which all fit.
(I have to admit that I only have one t-shirt size S in my drawer, and I suspect it's because I bought it at H&M, where all the sizes are perfectly screwed up.)
I know now by the way, that I need to get real and realize that I need a size 42 when I buy trousers. Tragic, but true.
I also tried on two shirts, which magically made my boobs at least two sizes bigger. How can that be? Those were regular shirts. How could they do that? I honestly don't need magical breast enlargements. But again I claim that that girl I saw in the mirror was not me.
That said I was exhausted and disappointed when I left the cubicle, so I couldn't get myself to trying on anything else. I just got back to work, again empty handed and again with a vow never to go shopping again.
Oh, and guys at Zara: See you tomorrow.
I had two goals today. Buy books and buy clothes. I was hopeful enough to think that I would at least achieve one of these goals. Guess what happened...
Exactly.
The books. I made a list of all the books recommended by my blog readers. I had a voucher worth 30 Euro from that one bookshop and vowed to spend it all on books from that list. Only that they had none of those books available. Well, they had Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, but I already read that in German and I wanted to spend all 30 Euro or nothing. So I spent nothing and will go to the other store on Hohe Strasse next time to see if maybe they have at least some of the books from my list.
So much about my first defeat.
Then I went clothes shopping. Again. Because I'm not able to learn from my past mistakes. Or because I'm incredibly optimistic. Or both.
I was smart enough to look for the address of another Zara store and went there immediately. When I stepped in I was in heaven. No winter sales, or at least not solely winter sales. Matching blazers and trousers actually hanging next to each other. I was happy.
Until I tried some clothes on.
Let me tell you this straight: That fattish girl in the mirror was NOT me. I must know because I know me. I don't look like that. It was a girl that looked a lot like me, I admit and happened to be in the same cubicle, coincidentally trying on the same clothes I picked, but she was at least 4 pounds heavier than I am.
That was not me.
Why is it that I look okay in every mirror in our apartment, but when it comes to trying on clothes in a store I look like I need to join the Weightwatchers immediately. Do they do something to the lights? To the mirror? Am I stepping not only into a cubicle but also into another dimension where everyone is fatter? Because I really don't look like that. And that's not hurt pride that's stating a fact.
I also realized again that I seem unable to understand the concept that clothes come in different sizes and that I don't fit in every one of them. When I see something I like I tend to grab the very first item and have to remind myself to look for the right size, too. Or I'll end up in a cubicle with a pair of trousers size 36 which even with a constant holding your breath I will never fit in. I also never remember exactly which size I have. Which might be because my body is strange with sizes. I need at least a 40 for my trousers, but sometimes I can go with a skirt size 38. Also I have clothes ranging from size S to XL in my wardrobe which all fit.
(I have to admit that I only have one t-shirt size S in my drawer, and I suspect it's because I bought it at H&M, where all the sizes are perfectly screwed up.)
I know now by the way, that I need to get real and realize that I need a size 42 when I buy trousers. Tragic, but true.
I also tried on two shirts, which magically made my boobs at least two sizes bigger. How can that be? Those were regular shirts. How could they do that? I honestly don't need magical breast enlargements. But again I claim that that girl I saw in the mirror was not me.
That said I was exhausted and disappointed when I left the cubicle, so I couldn't get myself to trying on anything else. I just got back to work, again empty handed and again with a vow never to go shopping again.
Oh, and guys at Zara: See you tomorrow.
Why I Won't Blog About This and That
I just wrote a post about an article I read online. It was about the fact that in Germany a lot of well-educated people don't have children. I wrote my opinion about it, but then decided against publishing it and saved it as a draft for the time being.
Why won't I publish this post?
There are several topics that I decided I won't write about on my blog. In general those topics are politics, religion and things like that.
It's not that I'm not interested in these topics or that I'm not interested in other people's opinions. But I realized that these topics are fruitful ground for misunderstandings. In my experience discussing such difficult topics on the internet almost alwas goes wrong and is very likely to backfire. People end up insulting and hurting each other. Although I am pretty sure the people I know reading my blog are not very likely to be like that, I will do most anything to keep my blog free from joyless discussions. If that includes censoring myself on certain subjects, so be it.
So, what I wrote about that article I read will most likely stay a draft and be deleted after a while. I can live with that.
So, brando, see, I'm just like you. I let go of the snark, because I am honestly afraid to offend some stranger. Once again I get the feeling that I'm just too nice and harmony-addicted for this world.
Why won't I publish this post?
There are several topics that I decided I won't write about on my blog. In general those topics are politics, religion and things like that.
It's not that I'm not interested in these topics or that I'm not interested in other people's opinions. But I realized that these topics are fruitful ground for misunderstandings. In my experience discussing such difficult topics on the internet almost alwas goes wrong and is very likely to backfire. People end up insulting and hurting each other. Although I am pretty sure the people I know reading my blog are not very likely to be like that, I will do most anything to keep my blog free from joyless discussions. If that includes censoring myself on certain subjects, so be it.
So, what I wrote about that article I read will most likely stay a draft and be deleted after a while. I can live with that.
So, brando, see, I'm just like you. I let go of the snark, because I am honestly afraid to offend some stranger. Once again I get the feeling that I'm just too nice and harmony-addicted for this world.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Unconscious Mutterings - Exploring the Crazy Mind
Material world - Oh my,... Madonna. (What did you think?)
Satin sheets - I need to do the laundry.
Blizzard - Warcraft. And weather.
Real estate - Wish we had none.
Dress up - Clothes.
Wesley - Wyndam-Price. Hey, I just rewatched Buffy Season 3.
Robber - Go. Away.
Saliva - The word is grosser than the stuff itself.
Slave - Somehow images from Asterix comics pop up in my brain.
Shift - Yeah, I have three of those on my keyboard.
Again, you can take part and have a lot of fun... just click here.
Satin sheets - I need to do the laundry.
Blizzard - Warcraft. And weather.
Real estate - Wish we had none.
Dress up - Clothes.
Wesley - Wyndam-Price. Hey, I just rewatched Buffy Season 3.
Robber - Go. Away.
Saliva - The word is grosser than the stuff itself.
Slave - Somehow images from Asterix comics pop up in my brain.
Shift - Yeah, I have three of those on my keyboard.
Again, you can take part and have a lot of fun... just click here.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
He Is THAT Screwed Up!
Oh, how I love him.
He doesn't vacuum, he takes the vacuum cleaner for a walk. He also talks to his vacuum cleaner, which I picked up and now I do it, too. 'Good boy, good boy. Yes, we're going for a walk now. There's plenty for you to eat in the living room, 'cause, you know, Jamie ate there.'
He also talks to his bass. His bass faces the television, so that, you know, he isn't bored when nobody plays with him. Better yet, the bass can talk back. Or it's me playing single notes. The lowermost site is him growling. 'What's up, baby? Aren't you happy? Yes, somebody will play with you VERY soon. Stop growling, now, stop growling.'
Strum.
He doesn't vacuum, he takes the vacuum cleaner for a walk. He also talks to his vacuum cleaner, which I picked up and now I do it, too. 'Good boy, good boy. Yes, we're going for a walk now. There's plenty for you to eat in the living room, 'cause, you know, Jamie ate there.'
He also talks to his bass. His bass faces the television, so that, you know, he isn't bored when nobody plays with him. Better yet, the bass can talk back. Or it's me playing single notes. The lowermost site is him growling. 'What's up, baby? Aren't you happy? Yes, somebody will play with you VERY soon. Stop growling, now, stop growling.'
Strum.
Friday, January 21, 2005
This Time I'll Stick With The Books
Is it just me or did they leave out about three quarters of the book when they made 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' into a movie?
Now I'm the greatest defender of movies based on books, but this... no. Just no. It's not the fact that they left out parts. It's that they left out so much that anyone who hasn't read the books, e.g. the boyfriend, must feel completely confused.
'I couldn't really concentrate, so I think I missed something', he says.
'No', says I. 'It wasn't you not being able to concentrate. It was them not giving any background information needed to get the plot.'
I still like the movie, basically because Hermione kicks ass the whole time. (It's not as good as her and Ginny somehow being the best characters and completely ruling the fifth book, but still.)
But I still think that I only could enjoy it the way I did, because I have actually read the book and knew the plot.
And thank heavens for the kids wearing normal clothes.
By the way, I copied this from imdb.com
The German subsidary of Warner Bros. tried to cut down the film (as they did with Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)) to secure a more commercial "Not under 6" rating. They submitted several versions but all were rejected by the German ratings board FSK for this rating. In the end the uncut version was released with a "Not under 12" rating.
You don't want to know what they did to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets here. I saw both versions and I felt like I was watching two completely different movies. Like, the one with the finale and the one with... yeah, no finale.
You also don't want to know what they did to that new Peter Pan movie that came out last year or so. According to the German version, nobody died throughout the whole movie. They are really pushing those movies to a "Not under 6" version here. At all cost. And fun it is not.
(On another side note, am I the only one who read Peter Pan and sympathized with Hook? Like all the time? Peter Pan is such an annoying brat. No wonder Hook wants him dead.)
Now I'm the greatest defender of movies based on books, but this... no. Just no. It's not the fact that they left out parts. It's that they left out so much that anyone who hasn't read the books, e.g. the boyfriend, must feel completely confused.
'I couldn't really concentrate, so I think I missed something', he says.
'No', says I. 'It wasn't you not being able to concentrate. It was them not giving any background information needed to get the plot.'
I still like the movie, basically because Hermione kicks ass the whole time. (It's not as good as her and Ginny somehow being the best characters and completely ruling the fifth book, but still.)
But I still think that I only could enjoy it the way I did, because I have actually read the book and knew the plot.
And thank heavens for the kids wearing normal clothes.
By the way, I copied this from imdb.com
The German subsidary of Warner Bros. tried to cut down the film (as they did with Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)) to secure a more commercial "Not under 6" rating. They submitted several versions but all were rejected by the German ratings board FSK for this rating. In the end the uncut version was released with a "Not under 12" rating.
You don't want to know what they did to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets here. I saw both versions and I felt like I was watching two completely different movies. Like, the one with the finale and the one with... yeah, no finale.
You also don't want to know what they did to that new Peter Pan movie that came out last year or so. According to the German version, nobody died throughout the whole movie. They are really pushing those movies to a "Not under 6" version here. At all cost. And fun it is not.
(On another side note, am I the only one who read Peter Pan and sympathized with Hook? Like all the time? Peter Pan is such an annoying brat. No wonder Hook wants him dead.)
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