under my hello kitty tattoo... or why men never listen

as you may be able to tell: today I went to the movies to see "blade - trinity". that also taught me the final lesson to never again make any plans with my little brother. he asked me to reserve a bunch of tickets for him, his gf and me. at the time we said, I stood waiting in front of the cinema. I get a txt message. "we'll be 10 minutes late, please wait for us". the 10 minutes pass, he calls my mobile. "where are you?" - I'm waiting upstairs at the entrance"

after 2 more questions I figured out they went to a different cinema. the mistake I made was only to tell him about 3 times which cinema. so in the end I told him to fuck off, switched my phone off and went to see that movie by myself.

So... it's pretty cool. one of the few that mix splashing vampire body parts and the kind of humour that makes me giggle with joy. I particularly liked the scene where the bad ones chained ryan reynolds to the floor and took his t-shirt away from him. you can tell he's a bit cold coz his nipples.. ermm... forget that ;o)
anyways... he tries to tell them his transmitter is in his left butt cheek - no! his right one! no, right under his hello kitty! tattoo!
I almost choked on the popcorn because I had to laugh so much
*chuckles*

phone marathon

some time has passed. last week, I took 4 sick-days for a "flu". I just couldn't bear leaving the house. I just couldn't. then there were a few birthdays.

first runner-up was my little brother, who turned 27 *shudders* he did the only sensible thing: he took the day off and spent it on going out for coffee and a shopping-trip. he's a downright girl, this one. show him a clothes store and you see a happy guy.

second one, a coworker. I managed to keep that phonecall to 1 minute 3 seconds. I timed it.

third was A, an old friend. I called her house to hear an answerphone that definately belonged to a different family. so I did the only possible thing: I sent her a lame e-card which she surprisingly answered via mail in 10 mins' time. strange, since she hasn't answered to my last dozen or so of e-mails. nevermind, she handed her new number over. I called, we had a quite funny talk.

last but not least, it was C's time to have a go on my phone-marathon. We babbled for about an hour and I always have to grin over his fake brit accent. He's one of those rare people out there whom I can talk to for hours and hours and forget the time.

And to make matters much easier: they all have the same day for their birthdays.

On Saturday I was at a b-day dinner party. the birthdaychild is a brilliant cook and fried up a 4-course-meal. I forced her hubby into handing his half-eaten soup-plate over in exchange for my empty one coz it was just so good. I've been trying to come up with a good excuse why she has to cater my next big party. seriously. that woman should run a restaurant. I'd go there. all the time. who cares about a big belly when there's that kind of food out there?
I needed 2 double-espressi to help digest the 2 helpings of dessert. some fruit-mash with cake crumbs on top with a side vanilla ice-cream ball. I couldn't sleep all night, on the verge to exploding from overeating. I think I'm getting old.


A propos: yesterday afternoon I found yet another white hair. growing right on my forehead. it's appr. 3 inches long. I was so fecken shocked, I couldn't think straight for hours. had to go home instead and smoke some weed (well, any excuse, right?) the hairdressers' appointment is 2 saturdays from now.
;o)

today I've fallen into my deep dark hole again. located somewhere between weltschmerz and an urge to scream my sorrows out. I'll send a card when I get back from there. for the past 15 years it's felt like a one-way-ticket though.

why is that so?

I have a fav folder on my internet browser called "bloque". I try to read the latest entries on each and every of them every day. I like how they write, I like what they have to tell, that's why I keep the folder. yep, on almost all other blogs I've seen there's a section with their buddylist of blogs and sites they go have a look regularly.

today I noticed p.n. has added me to her site. *throws hugs across the atlantic* I have a warm, fuzzy feeling over this *grins* and it has made my day. honestly. I come from a country of impolite, unfriendly arses, so I would never just say anything I don't actually mean :)

so, why doesn't my blog have any of those links? why won't I name anyone with more than 1 - 2 letters? (well okay, apart from andy-across-the-hallway) why have I - untill now - only put one link onto this thingie here?

I wanna give everyone his/her privacy and annonymity (is that a word?), as far as I remember I've only shown this to appr. 2 people I know. yeah, there's things I wanna tell my friends out there. at the same time: I wanna keep this only for myself. au contraire: if you out there wanna link me, yayy. then you have me to yourselves. kinda-sorta :)

on the other hand: I know myself, and I know how fast I sometimes change my goals, so who knows? maybe one day this here will have a truckload of all those awesome great places out there on the net. and there are. thousands. seriously. go check them all out. now!

and before anyone can tag me: this is the fever speaking out of me. really.

round round hanging round I hang around (by the bitchboys)

yes, sometimes I even get what I wish for. Sunday night I hoped for having more time to hang around at home. Monday morning I stood under the shower and felt a bit dizzy. weak. feverish. migrainy. shtuff running down my throat. well, too sick to go to work. I'm so ill, I called work to let them know and then went on the couch and slept another 3 hours.

somewhen in the afternoon I went to the post office to hand C's birthday package in. He might read this, so I can't say here what it is. I can give hints though.
item a) is something you can mix into dairy products
item b) is made of paper and has words in it
item c) is a card with a drawn cat in front of an acid-orange background and the cat looks kinda cranky and it holds its tail high up and somehow ya think you can see its bunghole.
I got the same card hanging in my kitchen. objet d'art, I'm tellin' ya. ;o)

Somewhen during that day I talked to R...
me: I'm dying!
R: if you die, I'll kill you!
Someone, bless his heart. *chuckles*

Late, late at night, J came back and we talked bull for hours. That was kinda nice :-))

So basically, I'm staying home for a coupla days, gonna go see the GP tonight, call C around midnight for his birthday and then take things from there.

stay healthy, y'all! *coughs* :o)

send in nic and sean, I'm explosive

as you may be able to tell: I just watched "the rock". for about the 3-millionth time, but hey - it is a great movie.

sunday night and the weekend's almost over. wish I could have more time for myself now. to read or watch more movies. basically just hang around. I like hanging around.
heh

yayy it's friday

aye, and I've spent it at work, alone. forget the little kevin-bloke. he ain't got nothin' on me *chuckles*

started the day with playing with the espresso machine here (my own. yep. I have 2 of them. identical. one for home, one for hell) while waiting for the dude who reads the level on the heaters here and puts new calculators on. he showed up, we joked around some while I was still doing my caffeine thang, then he started to complain how he'd like a coffee as well and when I offered him the one I was working on he said no thanks he's parked in 2nd row and can't possibly, but thanks for asking.

ok. do men actually ever know what they want? *shakes head*

then I played some internet, got ignored by my IT-department in HQ and read the newspapers. Of wednesday. houseshopping. nothing there I could afford.

but me wee bro's back in town, apparently snuck back in somewhen late last night and phoned around noon to ask me to spend some time with him this weekend, possibly partying with the neccessary pillaging, rioting and rambling that comes along with it all. hell yeah I'm all up for that!!

now I'm officially pretending to work for another hour or so, practising my horrible name-signing on 48197431764 papers (no fecken' wonder it looks like shite) and then the weekend has me back.

yayy me. yayy it's friday. go on, folks, everyone now: YAYYYYY
there ya go. feeling all better, ain't ya? :)

3 kings (missing marky mark, ice cube and george clooney)

aye, 'tis a holiday where I live.

the best part:

I overslept the kids dressed up like kings and what-have-ya who ring on all doors to offer them singing a horrible off-key song and then draw stuff on the top of the door with chalk.

why do I know I overslept it? coz they had written their ditty across the hallway on andy's door...

coz I already tried to explain to them I'm atheist last year... which they - being little kids - didn't understand...

last year.. the problem also was: I had my folks over.. and my mom looked over my shoulder why I tried to explain to them, then she opened her wallet and took money out and gave it to them and then one of those lil rugrats tried to besmear my fecken' door.. which I hindered it in the last moment and said since this is MY damn house, they may take my visitor's money but noone draws any shit on my door without my consent

*chuckles*

hope you out there had a brilliant day, just like me. what did I do that was so nice?

well.. I started it with yelling on the phone with my mum, then made some fresh pancakes and drowned them in maple syrup, had my dad over for a late brunch (to help out with the leftovers) and we listened to some dixieland he had brought me, after he left I did some laundry, baked brownies (yep, they even taste better than they already look), watched "the 13th warrior" while getting a go at my mont d'iron and now I'm dwelling in that fuzzy feeling, after having had a look at R's latest edition of his webby (he really outdid himself this time. I think it's brill') while trying not to think of "I gotta be back at office in 9 hours"...

eeeeeek

things to do - tick off here

so what's on the agenda for this year?
1) find a new home
2) sign up for school again
3) find a tutor to get maths into my tired head
4) sign up for a govt. loan so I can go back to school
4) quit my lame job
5) find a small hunky-dory job to support me besides the govt. funding
6) get a fecken' life

that ain't much if you ask me. especially not since I got about 5 months for 1) - 5) and all year for 6)

if someone knows fairies who specialize in that kind of improvement, let her/him know... I could definately need some help ticking it off. coz it really ticks me off I got all that on my back still...

great expectations

so what have I learned the past year?
- my expectations are way too high

what has been re-affirmed?
- my expectations are way too high

what didn't go into my head?
- my expectations are way too high

in a nutshell: when I'm nice, honest, giving, loving - well myself, really - I expect(ed) others to be just like that as well. well L'Orange, think again.