I think anybody who lists Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey as their favorite singers should be thrown out of the American Idol contest effective immediately. The reason should be obvious.

So, sorry Heather, I don’t think I have even heard you sing, but you just failed the most basic musical taste test. Make room for Katherine and Lisa, since… oh crap, they list them TOO? Is the world nuts?

Now I can’t even apply my totally random made-up rules to eliminate contestants. Crap.

Well, there really is not much, which is the reason why I have been mostly writing about books and music and TV lately.

I could write about how I am constantly tired, about how my grandfather is getting worse by the minute and I am too freaked out about that and don’t visit him as often as I should. This happens to me when people I know and love get worse. I draw away because it scares me so much.

But there are good things in my life as well. Having friends who come over with sushi or invite us to housewarming parties next Friday. Or register on friendster. Or tell me to install skype on my computer so we can talk for free. Or my cousin inviting us to her 18th birthday, which is so damn sweet. Or my other cousin asking us to go out to have dinner with him and my aunt. Or another aunt coming over after work to help us with the mysteries of taxes and how to save some. Or whining to Andreas via mail just to have him whine back, which is nothing but pure friendship.

Plus, I might have a week off soon. Let’s hope I will. Because I definitely need one. I also need to go to IKEA to buy more shelves. I’m starting to second-shelf my books again and I don’t want to let it go out of control.

So, that’s it, guys. I’m also wondering if I should go back to school to become a translator. Wouldn’t that be fun?

I can’t help but loving the video to Beth Orton’s „Conceived“, mostly for two reasons.

a) Beth Orton. She’s lovely.
2. Muppets. Not Muppets muppets, but very much alike those and so cute. I want a little green furry friend, too.

You can find it here.

Oh my, this is so cute. The mice on the zither, a bunny on drums. The little green furry friend. I’m in love.

Hee. Singing Sunflowers.

I’m very emotional these last days. Today I had tears in my eyes while reading „The Kite Runner“, which after 100 pages may already have qualified for the saddest book I’ve read in a long time. Why didn’t anyone warn me? Are all you people who put it in first place at the Puddly’s Awards masochists? This is sad. This is heart-breaking. This is tragical. This is killing me. Can’t you see you’re killing me?

What’s even scarier is that I have still more than 200 pages to go and I don’t think this book is getting cheery all rainbows and sunshine style any time soon.

Then today as I catched up on my „Beauty and the Geek“ I nearly cried several times. Why am I so incredible cheesy. Josh makes me cry. Tristin makes me cry. All the guys coming out after their make-over and actually looking good brought tears to my eyes. And Josh.

Which automatically leads to this:
1) I hate Cher.
2) I hate that Thais and Tyson are no longer in the game. Gosh, they were cute. Both, actually. And they seemed just genuinely nice. I hate that they had to go.
3) I hate Cher. Did I mention that? It’s one thing to be in this game for the money and think strategically, but it’s another thing to act totally bitchy and selfish while doing that. While we’re busy giving social advice to the boys, could someone please give Cher the one or other lesson about socially appropriate behaviour? Because she needs that lesson badly. God, I hate her.

Am I just incredibly naive or is „The Beauty and the Geek“ a really heartwarming and sweet show?

I have only seen the first two episodes, and right now I’m totally rooting for Thais and Tyson. Awwww. So cute.

Honest to god, I’m really sorry, but about every damn girl in Germany has decided to sacrifice „Fallin'“ to our dear Lord of Bad Singing.

Worship here.

The equation is easy:

1 Bee’s Knees + 2 Scarlett O’Hara’s + 1 Zombie + 1 Tom Collins = 1 Drunken Jamie.

The same combination also puts someone in a condition where one is able to watch the German Idol without further loss of self-respect because one finally discovers the magic that lies in screaming at one’s TV because the German audience is not only dumb but apparently deaf as well.

Damn, tonight I spent a total of 1.50 Euro calling for my favorite candidates. Like I didn’t have better things to spend that money on.

And just so you now, I do not feel responsible for any errors in spelling or grammar, neither will I take the blame for lack of coherency and/or wit in this blog entry. Put the blame on that last Tom Collins. I do believe it was deathly.

It’s 10:30 pm on a Friday and I’m going to bed. Yes, I am that lame.

But I’ve also been in a state of permanent tiredness for the last week, and I think I need to get over that. I try to accomplish that by sleeping even more than I do as it is. And trust me, I’m a good sleeper. On weekends I have to force myself out of bed, even when I have slept more than eleven hours.

Another reason why my day should have more than 24 hours.

But, to make my lameness sound a little less lame, I will read a bit before I go to sleep. There. Does that make it better? At least a bit?

Plus I plan to get a friend, my husband and me seriously drunk tomorrow night. I did mention the latest cocktail development in our house, no? A Zombie has 2 cl brown rum, 2 cl white rum and 2 cl of cherry liquor. I better stock up on brown rum. We’re running out of that.

The winners of this year’s Puddly Awards are up.

I was kind of disappointed to find that I only read two books of the staff choices and ten of the reader’s choices. Considering how much I read last year I thought it would be more.

Also, „Neverwhere“ didn’t make it. Instead three other Neil Gaiman books are among the winner’s, so that’s fair enough and gives me a good excuse to frantically order more Gaiman books without guilty feelings about neglecting my lists.

You remember all the things I ordered during my two day shopping spree? It was a lot.

Now add to that five more books (just for the fun of it: „A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters“, „Boy“ by Roald Dahl, „Comme un roman“ by some French guy, „The Kite Runner“ and „Reading Kafka on the Shore“) and another CD (Rilo Kiley’s „Take Offs and Landings“), plus the Special Edition DVD of Serenity and season 3 of Scrubs which I preordered and which will make my life better in spring.

I’m insane. I shouldn’t have access to the money in my bank account or my credit card. Ever.