So, you may remember my rantings about the new tenant, who up to now has paid nothing so far and out of the blue sent us his notice of cancellation on Friday.

He also wrote that we (or rather the boyfriend) could contact him on Monday (which is today) for further questions and arrangements. Only we can’t contact him because he won’t pick up his frickin‘ phone. All I get is a the regular beeping with ‚Call on Me‘ played in the background. And that song sucks. Honestly. Now that I get to hear it every time I try to reach that guy it sucks even more and that’s close to impossible.

The only thing he did is sending the boyfriend a text-message telling him that he (the boyfriend) will be contacted by his (that guy’s) lawyer soon.

Huh?

No, really… HUH?

What does he need a lawyer for anyway? He didn’t pay, he sent us his notice of cancellation, all we need now is make arrangements so we can show the apartment to future tenants and hopefully rent it as soon as possible. There’s no need for a lawyer.
But maybe I’m missing something.

Obviously the whole world went insane. I’m already thinking that maybe the best would be to sell that apartment (that brought us nothing but trouble so far) and keep our sanity.

I’m trying hard to avoid the f-word on my blog. Not because I think it’s rude, but because I think that others might and I want to keep my blog as rude-free as possible. But I can’t hold that back any longer, so let me say this and then I’ll shut up and listen to ‚Call on Me‘ again:
What the fuck?!?

Maybe I am in the early state of complete enthusiasm, sometimes also called a crush. Maybe I’m just blinded by love. Maybe I will come to discover that it was all superficial looks and nothing else.

But… what if not?

I am deeply, I repeat, deeply in love with my GMail-account. Oh, all the fascinating things I can do. All the labels and filters I can set up. All the stars I can apply.
I’m checking my mails every 30 seconds or so and I am not even disappointed when there are none, because my account is so damn beautiful I am happy just looking at it.

Okay, now, that’s a crush, right? A real one? I’m in love with an email-account? How crazy is this?

I guess, I’ll get over it in time. But GMail, please promise me: We’ll stay friends, right?

Current mood: In love. With GMail, yes, but still.
Listening to: Bullshit talk by my most favorite office-fiend.

Today we spent the day moving between the bed, the couch and the kitchen (but only to get food). It probably was one of the laziest days we had in a very long time, which wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have a presentation for my finals to prepare. Up to now all I have is the agenda and I need a complete and working first draft by Tuesday. Which is in two days.
I’ve said it again on various occasions, but here I go again: I really need to get my priorities straight.

Pi, which might be referred to as the boyfriend from now on (but I haven’t completely made up my mind), because I kind of came to grow on that expression, anyway… starting that sentence again, because obviously the first attempt didn’t work out.
Okay, here we go…
Pi (or the boyfriend) stayed mostly in bed, reading the whole time. No, I’m not kidding! He spent this whole day reading. We just borrowed ‚Der Schwarm‘ from my parents. It’s supposed to be really good and has been on bestseller lists for weeks now. I even thought about buying it, but up to now it’s only available in hardcover and we are not in the position to spend 25 Euro for a book at the moment.

So I needed to hug. Sometimes I do.

So I came to the bed, carefully put his book away and even more carefully told him that he will get his book back really soon. I then crawled under the blanket and got myself a really warm and loving hug, which I desperately needed.
It takes about 40 seconds, maybe a whole minute.
‚Can I have my book back now?‘

Now, honestly, I know I somehow managed to get the sweetest guy in the world. Just seeing him cuddled up between all the blankets made my heart melt several times.

Awwwwww.

Apart from that, I filled out my nominations for the 2005 bloggies award. I tried to include as many blogs as possible. If I forgot yours, I’m sincerely sorry, but I guess I’m off the hook anyway, since you are never going to find out whether I nominated you or not.

Did you nominate me? I’m screwing the subtlety here. Did you nominate ME? If you didn’t, you still can.

I also managed to finally watch the latest episode of Veronica Mars and two episodes of Arrested Development. Both shows are so great. If you have the slightest interest in TV shows you should really try them out.

So, I’m going to make us dinner now. It’s food from the freezer today, pizza for the boyfriend and pasta for the girlfriend (aka me).

I’ll finish with three questions:

1) Why is the first season set of Carnivale (I don’t care for the fancy acute accent) so damn expensive? I really want to order those DVDs, but 70 CAD at my beloved dvdsoon? No way.

2) Should I consider bringing ‚The Weekly Freezer‘ back to life?

3) Can someone please tell me how trackbacking works. I tried to use it today on someone else’s blog, but obviously I don’t even get the concept.

Current mood: Look at me, the queen of procrastinating. And I can’t bring myself to feel bad about it.
Listening to: Nothing.

I realize that nearly all of my recent posts have been somehow related to blogs, blogs techniques and all that stuff. I promise I will go back to writing about me and my life really soon. But until then you can comment for a good cause, so please do…

The wonderful Michele (who, I suppose, most of you already know) donates one dollar to Oxfam International for everyone who leaves a comment today. So go here and say hi!

There’s another blog award upcoming, so if you want to you can now nominate all the great blogs you read and reward the people behind them.

So, go to the 2005 bloggies and nominate!

I will put my list together carefully tomorrow. As there are a lot of categories I plan to include a lot of blogs I have come to appreciate lately.

PS: Erm… I’m trying to be really subtle here… after all, I mean, the blog you are reading right now isn’t so bad, is it?
Yeah, I think you got it.

PPS: Now, how much exactly do I suck at subtlety?

I registered with Haloscan today and updated my blog, hopefully it will work well.
I will keep the old comments from blogger, because they were all so lovely and I wouldn’t want to miss a single one of them.

For new comments please use the Haloscan option. It will make me very happy!

Kudos to Lewis Moten for sending me a GMail-invite. I saw all the GMail-invites on everyone’s blogs and didn’t know what it was all about at first. Then I looked it up and when I decided I wanted to have a GMail-account, too, all the GMail-invites were gone.

But I was lucky enough to stumble upon Lewis Moten’s blog today and he had some invites left. So I finally got my account.

I just had the chance to have a first glance at the features, but I am really amazed by the possibilities. So, thanks again, Lewis.

Up to now, I haven’t figured out how to use the three main email-accounts I have. I’m thinking about using the GMail-account for all my blog activities, but I’m not sure yet, so until then all mail goes to the old account.

Note: I don’t think I have any invites, and I’m not sure whether I will get some, so please don’t ask for one. In case I ever get some I will post it here.

Current mood: Still ranty, but the GMail made me a little happier.
Listening to: Me and My Monkey by Robbie Williams. (Oh, Robbie. Sorry, I can’t help it. But, ohhhhh, Robbie!)

I need time. I want to be at home and watch TV (here’s how far behind I am: 3 episodes of Lost, 1 episode of Veronica Mars, 1 epsiode of Joan of Arcadia, 3 episodes of Arrested Development and a lot more). I NEED to be at home and watch TV.

But they just keep inviting us.

Wednesday it was my mother’s birthday and although Pi said that he didn’t want to stay too long it was actually me who finally told him I wanted to go home. At 11 p.m. I would have liked to stay longer, but I have gotten way too little sleep this week already.
And the food was all gone, too. (I admit, I like to go to parties for the food. A lot of different delicious thingies for my tummy for free is one good reason to go to parties.) I was tired as well.

Today, Tina and Torsten invited us for dinner. As always we’re gonna end up staying over night. I left home this morning at 8:30 a.m. and I’m not going to get back until tomorrow morning or early afternoon.

As much as I appreciate that obviously we have a lot of friends, because we constantly get invitations for this or the other and we have people over at our place for dinner quite often as well, sometimes I would rather be able to stay at home alone.

But in the end, those evening shared with friends are the best. I know that. I just have 3 episodes of Lost to watch is all.

Current mood: A little bit tired, a little bit ranty, a little bit stressed, a little bit excited. I can be all this at one time.
Listening to: Worn Me Down by Rachael Yamagata.

So, the bitch-tenant moved out finally. We had a new tenant that we both felt good about, but obviously he’s not as good as we thought. He still hasn’t paid the rent for January nor has he sent us any of the documents we asked him to send.

I could now rant about the whole thing for a long time, telling you the whole story about how nothing worked and nothing turned out the way we wanted it to. But I won’t. Because you really don’t want to know. Believe me.

To make it short, Pi gave the new not-paying tenant the fax-number of my office, so he could send the documents via fax to get them here as soon as possible. Today I arrived at work and on my desk lies said document. NOT.
He just sent us his notice of cancellation. What the…?!?
Now we have to go through all the trouble of finding a new tenant again.

I mean, what was that guy thinking anyway? He just moved in there a week ago. If he knew he could never pay for it or whatever the problem is why not say it and spare us all this mess. And why lie to us for more than a week straight? What is going on with these people? What is wrong with them? Or do we just expect to much?

I mean: Move in, stay, pay the rent. Is that concept so strange? Because that’s what we do. We moved in, we stayed and we pay the rent. Every month.

Jeez.

Current mood: This world is just screwing with my sanity right now. And I’m not liking it.
Listening to: Usual office noises.

The internship-student-whatever-guy just asked me to run a short Java-program on my laptop to see if it works. I don’t know where he comes from, but it seems that his mother tongue his French, which absolutely has nothing to do with what I wanted to write about, but still, I thought I’d share that fact.

Anyways, just starting up my little Java editor and getting the program to run and him being all happy because it worked reminded me of the fact that I actually DO like to program. So, why the hell can’t I get started and at least do something slightly useful. If not for the good of this company then at least for my own good.

Current mood: Can’t really tell.
Listening to: The Top of the World by Juliana Theory (It just happens to be on my playlist.)