The husband won’t be here for tonight – at least I don’t know when he’ll be coming home, but I’d say after 10 pm is a good guess.
So, I plan to spend the evening eating various kinds of gross food while doing things that won’t make the world a better place to live in and not feel guilty about it at all.

Maybe I’ll later tell you what exactly the gross food was, for now, let’s just say I start with some milky drink called „Wintertraum Bratapfel mit Zimt – Nussgeschmack“ (I think the use of the hyphen is not 100% correct here, for an orthography freak like me it looks awfully wrong) which translates roughly to Winterdream Grilled Apple with Cinnamon – Nut Flavor.

Cheers to early Christmas feelings.

It’s completely insane considering that we already have two computers – and pretty good ones, too, but I am completely in love with iBooks. I want one. Preferably right now.

It’s even more insane since I can’t even say what I’d want to do with it. It just looks so nice. I really do believe that if I had an iBook creativity would just flow out of me with lethal force or something. It looks like writing would be more fun on an iBook. Hell, staring at the desktop would be more fun on an iBook.

But, as I said, I really don’t need one and I can’t fool myself into believing I do. It would make me happy though. But so would the DVD-box of season three of Alias. Which is a lot cheaper. At least it’s nice to know that in my case you can buy me happiness. Literally.

I watched the fifth episode of this season’s Charmed today and it didn’t kill me.

How did that happen?

Wow. There’s so much boring stuff happened to me today I can’t decide what I should not write about here. Maybe all of it.

I talked to DeAnn on IM though, this morning. That was nice. And her dogs are too cute to be true. Plus, the puppy is named after a Firefly character. You gotta love that.

I’ll have one and a half week off starting Wednesday next week. Which I will use for some serious catching up on TV shows, books and music plus several computer games. And I promised Andreas to come and see his once new apartment (it’s been nearly a year since he moved there and I haven’t been there yet, terrible friend that I am). That leaves me with five extra days of holiday next year, making it 35 in total. There. Rubbing it all in your face. Germans suck, don’t they?

Before I even got the chance to mail out my mixes to everybody who asked for one (my swap group excluded) srah’s mix got here today.

So I learned where Juliana Werding stole the melody to „Am Tag als Conny Kramer starb“ from and that I already knew „L’été Indien “ (probably from high school French class).

Plus, I’ve been humming 98.6 ever since. I just freaking love that song.

WARNING! This thread contains spoilers, so if you haven’t seen Lost’s „Abandoned“ (aka episode 2×06 or The Episode We Are Supposed To Talk About All Year Because Someone Dies) yet, but want to see it somewhen, you better stop reading here.

I have problems picking my favorite character on Lost, because I like all (or nearly) all of them for very different reasons, so it feels hard to compare. They are making it even harder for me giving all those characters their own screen time to evolve and make me like them. So, I think it’s Hurley, because he’s so nice and fun and I always agree with his ideas. So, I think it’s Charley, because he’s cute and has a charming British accent. So, I think it’s Sun, because you gotta love Sun. So, I think it’s Sawyer, because he’s tough, but hot. So, I think it’s Shannon.
I was afraid to watch this episode since I knew they were going to kill off a character, because I can’t think of a single character I would want to do without on this show. Not even Jack and Kate, for that matter. Not even stupid Ana-Lucia, for pete’s sake. They can’t kill anybody off, I need them all!
That said, maybe it’s already clear that I started to love Lost more and more for its characters and its carefully developed relationships. I think they’re doing a great job and I can watch it and not complain about the strange mystery plots (that will probably never be all resolved) or the flashbacks (that they should get over with some time soon), because I like the rest so so much.
During this episode I of course wondered who the hell they were going to kill off. All signs were pointing towards Sawyer which made it damn clear that he was not the one to die. Anyway, the thought that was going through my head the most often was: „If you kill Shannon, Lost, I’ll hate you. I’ll hate you bad.“ The other thought was: „Don’t kill Shannon.“ In between I thought: „Please don’t kill Charley, Claire or Locke. Or Bernard.“ Yes, I care for Rose and Bernard. They really deserve to be together.
So, here’s to you, Lost. I hate you. I hate you bad. You killed Shannon. How could you? The Shannon I loved for her perfect imperfectness. The Shannon I could relate to so much because she was a spoiled brat. This damn island needed a spoiled brat who would eventually take care of a dog and share her food with him at the bonfire and make me cry. Damn you, Lost. Did I mention that I hate you?

So, next episode, have Sayid go after Ana-Lucia. Like I care for her anymore.

It’s insane, but we just discovered that now that we have two phones we can call each other and talk while we’re in separate rooms. It’s insane, but it’s also really cute.

I haven’t decided yet if I want to get out of my pyjamas today. I might just wear them the whole day, especially since I see not a single reason to leave the apartment today.

So, obviously there will be no ‚I-am-so-damn-cute‘-pictures today. Because, let’s face it, running around all morning with uncombed hair and your husband’s pyjamas eating yesterday’s cold pasta for breakfast is nowhere near any possible variation of cute. In fact it’s on a completely different continent.

I realize that sometimes my sentences are really long and get confusing. Hell, every so often I have to read them twice before I get what I actually wanted to say.
Therefore I apologize to you all for my incapability to put my thoughts in shorter phrases. I’m afraid there’s no way I can change that, though. Sorry for that, too.

1. We went to the jazz concert and it was great. We couldn’t get in through the front door since it was blocked by other people’s backs, so we went around to the back and had the owner let us in through the backdoor. Isn’t that freaking cool? We were like V.I.P.’s. I still have no idea what the band looked like or how they ever managed to fit 80 people into their tiny pub.

2. I decided to start with ‚Mystic River‘ by Dennis Lehane as my next book. Which also means that it will be another couple of days before I can finally start one of those great children’s books I bought.

3. I slept in. Amazingly this wasn’t a problem at all.

4. I watched two episodes of Smallville. Unfortunately considering the mass of episodes I still have to watch of all my other shows that doesn’t count as catching up yet, but it’s a start.

On the bad side, I didn’t write a thing for the nanowrimo and since it’s already past midnight I don’t think it’s going to happen today. I also didn’t manage to do nothing. What a shame. I also didn’t manage to sent out mixes, which mostly has to do with the fact that I slept in and the post office closes at noon at Saturdays. Sorry, srah.

I did talk to Caitlin via IM for more than an hour, though. Now she has to go eat something and I have to go to bed. Time differences are weird.