Did you know it’s language week? So, basically that means that you should right just a little bit in whatever other language you would like to write in. It doesn’t have to be much, it doesn’t have to be right, it just has to be fun.
And because I’m not in a creative mood right now, I’ll just repeat what I just said. Just not in English.

Wusstest du, dass gerade Sprachwochen sind? Im Prinzip bedeutet das, dass du ein kleines bisschen in genau der einen anderen Sprache schreiben solltest, in der du sonst gerne schreiben möchtest. Muss nicht viel sein, muss nicht richtig sein, muss nur Spa� machen.
Und weil ich gerade gar nicht in kreativer Stimmung bin, werd ich einfach nur wiederholen, was ich gerade gesagt habe. Nur nicht auf Deutsch.

Est-ce que tu sais que nous avons la semaine de langues? En général ca veut dire que tu peux écrire juste un peu en cette autre langue que tu parle. Ca ne doit pas être beaucoup, ca ne doit pas être correct, il seulement faut être amusant.
Et parce que je ne suis pas très creative maintenant, et je ne peux pas parle un autre langue, je vais me coucher. Bonne nuit.

Today’s quote comes right from my hunble little self.

„I’m pretty sure Duke Ellington wasn’t violet.“

I’m also pretty sure the guys who hand colored the black and white takes of the Duke and his band were high on… something.

If you’re having dinner with your mother and a friend of your mother’s who happens to be a professional biker (well not as in biking as a profession, but more like biking professionally) and you also happen to have recently started to go to work by bike every morning AND you also are not a big fan of those nice pretty helmets, here’s my advice: Don’t say you’re going to work by bike each day. Without a helmet.

Because guess what that gets you… Huh?

Well, it got me a nice pretty yellow helmet which I can’t help but wear now although I think I don’t even strap it on right and I have the slightest feeling it makes me look like an idiot. It could save my life though, which is right and the truth and just very very reasonable, so I have to wear it. It still makes me look like an idiot.

Yes, I finished Firefly tonight. And now I’m sad. Because there will be a Firefly movie, that just isn’t the same. This show should never have been cancelled and should have gotten at least five brilliant seasons (Why five? Why not?) full of great episodes. GAAAA!

Then I started to re-watch Season 2 of Buffy and had to realize that no matter how hard I try, I just don’t like „When She Was Bad“. I even think that the episode is really good when it comes to all the psychology and emotion and continuity. From a more objective point of view they did a close to great job with that episode. But I just don’t like it. I can’t really handle bitchy Buffy here.

It’s been so long ago that I watched Season 2 the first and last time, back when Andreas gave me his tapes and I watched it in German, so I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. Because I think I already saw the second episode, but I really couldn’t remember a thing. Well, like I said… it was long ago.

Now I am tired and will go to bed and hope the thunderstorm will stop so that I can go to work tomorrow with more than four hours of crappy sleep. This week it’s pretty chaotic at work anyway, so I just don’t need to be awfully tired on top of it.

I think I didn’t sleep at all last night. First of all I had to sleep alone, which I don’t like at all. How do all you single people do that? I remember there were times when I could sleep alone, but somehow I completely forgot what that was like and now I wake up covered in sweat, I hear all the noises of this whole gorram house and I just can’t sleep.

Then, of course, once I fell asleep, one big thunderstorm starts up and me being the big baby that I am, I can’t sleep at all. I think I was able to sleep a little bit when I actually turned the lamp on my nightstand on, because then I didn’t see all the lightnings. This night, because the world just loves me that much there’s a thunderstorm again. I just hope that we already are past the worst and it’s only going to be raining a lot this night. After all, I like the sound of rain, so that wouldn’t bother me at all. I can’t wait to have my man back here so that I have something big and warm to hug (or to hug me) when I get too scared.

So much about my time alone. I don’t like it. At all.
But it’s all going to be fine tomorrow night. Yay.

The bright side of my husband going to Munich for two days is that I will be at the airport two evenings in one week. I LOVE the airport. Big letter love. One time when we were coming back from a friend and knew we had to change trains anyway we decided to get off at the airport and just wander around and then take the next train home from there. That’s how much we both love airports.

I can’t even describe why, I just love the atmosphere. All the places you can go from there. The big planes on the ground. All the little shops. So, I’m pretty excited right now, which – come to think of it – is stupid, because the airport isn’t even a one-hour train ride from here. And with my ticket we could go there practically any time we want. Yet we never do, because it’s stupid to just go to the airport for no other reason but to wander around. But since today I have a reason to go, I’m really exicted already. And I’m not even the one boarding the plane.

For the next two days I will be alone. My husband leaves tonight for Munich where he holds a two day course in presentation and MS PowerPoint. Apart from the fact, that this is a great opportunity and also means some money we can always need, I don’t like him being away.

So, just in case I might be very very lonely and because I only have one episode of Firefly left, I went DVD shopping after work and now I have the whole season 2 of Buffy to re-watch. And I just couldn’t not buy „Big Fish“ and even better and because my husband will love it „The Premature Burial“.

I think I’m a little bit selfish, because I actually like it when I have an evening for myself, when I can watch TV for hours, eat junk food and just leave the couch to check my mails, all these things that feel less right when we’re both at home and therefore should do something together. But when it comes to nightttime and going to bed and waking up in the morning, I definitely want him to be there. Because this bed is too big for only one person.

And also, I still think the girl from Ring might come after me. Not to mention the monsters, thieves, burglars, kidnappers, ghosts and vampires. And the girl from Ring.

So, srah did it and now I did. When do you?

Why do I find it intriguing that I could have my very own interactive Ovulation Calendar? Shouldn’t that actually scare me a lot?
Yet I’m kinda drawn to it.

I figure it’s either because it sounds like such a completely strange useless and weird thing or because I might actually need it one day.
Either way, I’m bookmarking the page. Because I just can’t not.

I would really like to like Sienna Miller, because she is so beautiful and graceful and hasn’t done me any harm at all. Which might be because we never met, she being a celebrity (although I am not so sure how she made it into In Style) and me, well… not so much. So, because I easily want beautiful celebrities to be my best buddies, pretty Sienna should be one of my top choices.

Yet, I can’t. Friggin‘ bitch got herself engaged to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Jude Law, so there’s no way she’s ever going to be my best buddy, even if she begged for it. So, you can all go to Go Fug Yourself and point and laugh. You should go there anyway, but right now I’m sending you.

And, in case you were wondering: Yes, I am aware that I recently got married to the sweetest man ever. So what? Jude Law didn’t exactly get unsexier because of that. Nor did Hugh Grant for that matter.