say hello to haloscan

before I forget... I finally got around to check out those cool pop-up comment boxy thingiemangies and look, ain't they cute.
I'm quite surprised I got the "put this html shit here and that shit there" on first try right and it works!!! of course if ya like, you can still use "ye olde commenth". this is a demoncracy after all.
friggin' A, I'm turning into a downright geekette.

händel-choir in the background to cheer on my messiah-complex

letter to the editor

every day for the past months I've looked around to find a new flat. cheaper than the one I have now. I don't really want to move, as "my" place really is quite nice, but with the regular breathing down my back by the bank, I got to the point where it would be wise to find something cheaper. This morning I was so frustrated by the search, I posted the following as a letter to the editor of my city's daily newspaper. (sorry for the crappy translation, it was "better" in my own language)

Those who've ever tried to find a new flat in XYZ will know the problem: the prices have risen so much in the past years, you start to ask yourself if the offers can be meant in honest. Yes, who wouldn't want to live on the 3rd floor without elevator, without balcony, without parkingspace and without built-in kitchen in a less comfortable quarter of town and then have to spend a hefty fee for the real estate agents. After a 5-month-quest I'm shaking in laughing fits during my daily search on the established rental-sites and I'm asking myself when the highwaymenship on the flat-rental market will find its good end.There aren't any well-payed jobs in XYZ, but really expensive flats to rent instead. The proportions are still right here!
If I have this problem as an employee... how funny might this be for the unemployed or welfare recipients? And if I ever have to hear the word building society again, I'll have to scream. Of laughter.

I wouldn't call this my pièce de réstistance, but at least writing it amused me more than the house-hunt.


yesterday afternoon I also e-mailed the contact-teacher of the school I enrolled with to ask if I can trade in my full-time school application with a part-time one. I explained it was for economic reasons, asking for the if-and-how's and to see if they already have a time-table for the part-time activities to check if that is manageable with a day-job. let's see how fast they answer back.
so instead of 2 years, I could write the tests in 3 years' time while earning an income I could live off. I have to find a way where I can have both - more education and money.

happy to be a capitalist pig

80ies song

is it okay to call up one's ex to make fun of his new job by singing a fitting line out of a silly 80ies song?
I think, yes, it really is. I had a good laugh ;p

it might sound strange, but after all those years I still consider him being a good friend. even though the butterflies are gone when we do get to talk from time to time... it always kinda elates me and I cheer up a lot. can't see anything wrong with that, eh :o)

apart from that I think I'm going rapidly insane. but hey - what else is new
*chuckles*

pokerface

and the award for the best pokerface in a meeting goes to...

ME

feck, I'm good. *chuckles*
hang on... nope... let me rephrase that.
feck, I'm god.
there. said it.

not surprising

so my boss wants to have a meeting with the cow-orker and me in half an hour. is that surprising? no. do I know what he wants? not really. do I care? hell no.

update on the real life: I'm still so stressed out, I can't eat anything without the feeling of having just downed a friggin' brick. my stomach has kind of gone on strike. ah well... so I'll just live off espresso and cigarettes. vive le ulcer.

and I'm still reluctant about packing my shite into boxes at home, cancelling the rent on my flat and going ahead with the moving-back-to-mammy bit. tried to find a different, cheaper flat in my city for months now, but there's nothing I could afford. just great.

golden eyes

there seem to be weeks where time just doesn't seem to be able to pass fast enough. not this one, though. the past 6 days have brought a bit of a blur.

yesterday I thought "let's just drop M-y a couple of lines to say hullo and tell him I'm still alive" and so I did. he immediately answered back - something he has never done before in all of the 9 years I've known him. he's having a bit of a long business trip starting from next week and it seems like it's going to bring him around my location for at least a couple of days so he said he wants to try to see me at some stage of that.

there have been times where I would've given a year of my life only to see him again, only to spend some time, to have a cup of coffee together and to look into his golden eyes.

and today? I'm scared. I'm scared shitless. it took me years to get over him. in some ways I never did - at least not completely. well okay, so I somehow think there's a line I want to draw under that account. ;o)

so yes, today I took about half an hour to spend it productively on looking for hotels in the city it might take place.

*shrugs* so I'm a basket case. I can't help it.

happiness is a warm gun

right, so it is done. re-enrolled in school and from coming september I'm a student again. but no, no uniform. yep, yep, I know *chuckles*

went to the sign-in room, and who sat there, behind the teachers' desks? yep, geri was there, too. geri used to try to teach english to my class, a lifetime ago. in the past years, the only times I meet him was when it's sunny outside, and everyone hangs out in front of centro and mercury. or at the friday parties at kerosene club.
anyways. so I step forward and he sees me and points to the door "oi you! out! be gone!" and starts to laugh at my face. I tried to hand in my papers to the teach' next to him, but of course geri pointed out there might still be papers and documents of mine down at the secretariate, so I went down there and had one of the gals grab my file from the basement. up I went again and this time I waited for geri to sign my shite. I've rarely laughed so much with someone real these days :o)
"what do you want here again?" he asked
"well, I wanna finish my exams this time around" I grinned
"oh just great. " he snickers "that might mean I'll have you in class again"
I got to play with the copier machine, took the piss at myself, grabbed a handful of jokes and messed around with the secretary while she put my file into the PC sys. in other ways: I had a great time and left the building being a brandnew student and happy as a loon :))

when I got home, I found a post card in the mail. it's from this adorable freak from the northlands and this was the first time I saw his handwriting. oi, sten! you can just write a letter next time! no, you don't have to place a whole novel onto a postcard. and why is mount sinai on a card from northy? *giggles*

today was a great day. I haven't been this happy in.. well.. forever :)