La vita è bella! – Parte II

Writing the title to this post totally makes me feel like being somewhere in Italy or the south of France.

Right now, it’s not as warm as in the south of France, but I’m very positive that today was the first day of spring!
I got up pretty early this morning to clean my apartment and meet my landlady, and as I opened the windows, I actually heard the birds sing! Like, real birds, not crows and shit-hawks. OK, one sentence back: Yes, I did get up early today! On a Saturday! I know, something must be terribly wrong… Maybe I should go see a doctor… 😉
Same thing tomorrow, by the way: Getting up early! Since I have to go back to school on Monday, I need to get used to getting up early and not walking around in my pajamas all day long. My school’s late policy basically is like zero, so no more sleeping in… 😦 Kinda sucks if you’re a night owl like me and all the good work only gets done at night.

I’ve been enjoying life all week long last week. After being sick, I just needed to get out. So we went to the mall. 🙂 I’m all getting ready for summer by buying shorts and tank tops and – tadaaaah – an affordable bikini (not the easiest purchase in the world if you’re walking around with such a weird body like me)! But that’s a minor matter. What I actually wanted to mention was that I went to the pet shop. All alarm  and DANGER signs up, please… =) Usually, I just have a look at the cute little puppys and kitten that are sitting in the showcase. Last week, I finally went inside the store. I must say, I am very thankful that my landlady does not allow any pets in the apartment I’m renting! I totally fell in love with that little Cocker Spaniel!!! At least it said “Cocker Spaniel” in the descripitions, although it looked more like a Cavalier to me… Me in a pet store is always like “aaaaaawwwww, I so want one!!!!”. Must be terrifying for those who are with me. 🙂 Anyways, I’ll be moving back to my parent’s house in July, if anybody wants to get my a cute little fluffy dog. I prefer Poodles, Spaniels (especially the Cavalier King Charles, absolutely adorable!) and everything similarly cute and medium sized. I mean, don’t you just want to love this little guy?

As I mentioned earlier, it’s spring. At least it feels like spring. So this afternoon, I went for a walk along the sea as usual on nice days when I’m off from school or work. And – believe it or not – I saw some guy swimming in the ocean!!! I mean, I heard of people who actually do this every single day of the year. But, really? I’m sure the water temperature is not really higher than the air temperature, which currently lies in the range of 6°C to 10°C. Definitely not higher! Even if you get all sweaty by the exercise, at one point one has to leave the water! I’m getting chilly just by typing this, seriously! I might make myself a cup of tea, actually… Hmm, love tea! 🙂

As I was cleaning my apartment this morning, I also got my den ready for school again. I love going back to school after some time off! I’m always getting über-excited. It also is a reason to buy new notebooks and pens, my secret passion. Isn’t it the most awesome feeling to start new, whatever you’re doing? You get to know some new people, you receive new textbooks and everything is all new and nice and shiny. I know, after a week or two you already hate it… I’m already seeing myself sitting at my desk in the middle of the night, trying to write some sort of proposal or article and asking myself “why for heaven’s sake am I doing this?!!?” Realizing that there’s still seven more weeks to go until the final exams – what???? only seven weeks till the finals??? *panic* 😀

And with this little glimpse into my near future, I’m saying “read you soon, world”!
Gonna sit on my couch for a while now and have a look at what other writers created. Recommendation for the weekend: If you haven’t started yet, read the “A Song of Ice and Fire”-series (also known as “A Game of Thrones”) by George R.R. Martin! As a fantasy-lover I have to say this is genius and I’m very much enjoying the series, even though it’s quite a long (but quick) read. That just didn’t make any sense, but I’m sure you know what I mean. 😉

Happy Weekend y’all!

Happy St. Paddy’s!!

 

How many Irish are you gonna kiss today? Happy Saint Patrick’s Day y’all!

Smokin’ Rico Genest

My mom just sent me this… Love it! It’s like art covering art. Plus, Rico Genest is one smokin’ hottie! 🙂
Great job, Dermablend team!

I had the sudde…

I had the sudden urge to get some poetry into my brain tonight when I got home, so I thought I’m going to share one of my most favourite poems by J.W. Goethe. It’s called “The Erl-King” (1782), and it actually is much nicer in the original language, but this’ll do as well.

 

Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp’d in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.

“My son, wherefore seek’st thou thy face thus to hide?”
“Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?”
“My son, ’tis the mist rising over the plain.”

“Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
Full many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.”

“My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear?”
“Be calm, dearest child, ’tis thy fancy deceives;
‘Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves.”

“Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night their glad festival keep,
They’ll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep.”

“My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Erl-King his daughters has brought here for me?”
“My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
‘Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight.”

“I love thee, I’m charm’d by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou’rt unwilling, then force I’ll employ.”
“My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last.”

The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child;
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,–
The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead.

Struggling with Everyday Life… Part III

The miserable cow is back! And it’s been quite a while, actually…

The following are my apologies for not writing as much as I should have lately:

• Last week, I was sick… like, really sick. For the first time in my life – believe it or not. I was shocked about the disturbingly cruel and gruesome things a human body is able to do (to it’s owner!)… yuck! Anyways, I survived and I’m almost back to normal. Best way to loose some unnecessary weight… 😉
• I’m still on vacation! Yay!! Which basically means I’ve been sitting on my lazy bum all day long, reading magnificent books and watching lame TV shows.
• I’m on vacation – so are my motivation and my inspiration. (uuuh, just discovered I’m a poet! smileyface) I am sitting at home – they’re having cocktails in Jamaica.
• Since I’m on vacation: So are my friends! 🙂 Two of my High School besties are currently visiting, so we’re spending most of the time shopping and sightseeing. (or barfing, in my case)
• And last but not least: My sleep cycle is out of order… Sort of. Not insomniac, but just not working properly.

Since I’ve been sick and I haven’t exactly been doing anything, there’s no great stories to tell.

OK, yes, there is one… 🙂 A few weekends ago, can’t really remember how long ago it was (time’s just flying by these days) one of my GF’s and I went out with our Russian friend. I know he’s reading my blog, so this is gonna be unquestionably funny for him! (luv ya, P.! hehe) My advice for all the tiny girls out there: Don’t go out drinking with a Russian!! 😀 It was one of those suuuper fun nights with cocktails and dancing. We went to one of those clubs I don’t actually like, because it’s all East European and not really my kind of music. I knew in advance where we intended to go, cause we had tickets, so my GF and I were like “let’s go to that bar first, they have deeee-licious Martinis!” So we had our Martinis. And then we went to the club. And had some highballs. And then the Russian asked if we wanted another Vodka, since our tumblers were all empty. Of course the girls agree – what else if you’re thirsty and the music’s crap! We expected highballs, he came back with shots… noooot exactly the greatest idea ever, but – whatever – the night was still young and so are we! 😉 Lucky me, the music got much better after some time so we were all hitting the dance floor. Fun night, as I mentioned earlier. Dancing makes you thirsty makes you tinkle (sorry for the word choice here, but I just looove that word and I haven’t been using it in forever! Feel like a Granny using it). Once you have to walk down all those stairs to get to the ladies room, you usually realize that you’re already sort of tipsy and should think about staying away from the bar… I’m sure every single person knows that that’s exactly what you think and you know what I’m talking about…
After some dancing, it started getting late and my feet tired. Yes, heels do look great, but they hurt like hell after a couple of hours on the dance floor. It feels like your feet are bleeding. It’s even worse if you’re not exactly steady on your toes because you break them every now and then… Don’t even bother to question this information, I don’t know myself how it happens. They just break.
So I’m walking home. The club’s only like three blocks from my house. The others took a cab. So I get home, starting to follow my after-party routine and — no pizza pockets! This is the most important fact of the night: I was out of pizza pockets! It’s the one thing I need after a night out partying, so the yummy pocket can absorb the liqueur and I can go to bed and wake up just fine. Too bad… Asking yourself why I didn’t grab some bread? Because I don’t really eat bread, so I don’t buy it. Some cookies had to do, then… After my little snack, I went to bed and basically passed out.
Next morning: I was feeling astonishingly good! No appetite at all, but who needs an appetite, anyway?! Hopping in the shower, planning to go shopping, watching the Jersey first (yes, I admit…)… Next thing I know: I’m kneeling on my bathroom floor. I guess there’s no need of going into details here and you can picture yourself what happened.
Conclusion: Never go out drinking with the Russians! 🙂

So this is my little story for tonight. In retrospective, I have to notice it’s a rather long paragraph for saying I went out drinking and having fun and ending up barfing. 🙂 Anybody else having a funny “regurgitating” story to share? hehe…

I hope I’ll have some good news next week. Until then, stay tuned, take care and have a good night, world!

xoxo, your lonesome traveler