Monday, 25 August 2008

Baby, It's A Fact

Whenever I am at a bigger train station I go to the next newspaper store, go to the women's section and read all the horoscopes in Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, Glamour and In Style. I only believe in the Cosmopolitan one.

I like speaking English rather than German.

I never had to wear braces. Up until three weeks ago when I got some, only because I got a teeth pulled out. I had perfect teeth otherwise.

I am judging every book by it's cover.

I am obsessed about comfortable beds. If I do not like the bed of a place I am supposed to be staying at for more than a night I get aggressive and want to leave.

Only recently I discovered Blu Tack. Now I am using it for everything.

I never told my mom about when I had a boyfriend or when we broke up. I do not talk to her about anything personal.

I compare the people I meet here with my old friends. So far nobody here won.

I am in contact with more people from abroad than from my homecountry.

If I am not using Blu Tack, then I am using Duck Tape.

I love picking up friends from airports, train stations or bus stations. Before I do that I play the scenario several times in my head. So far, it always turned out different.

Friday, 22 August 2008


I think I should open a Ben&Jerry's fund account. An account where I can put all my left over money in and then once every other week I will use the money to go to ASDA and buy new ice-cream for me. One thing I love about England is having the opportunity to get Ben&Jerry's whereever I want to. ASDA has it. Sainsbury's has it. Tesco has it. And all these stores are a top 20 minutes by bike away. And altough the medium sized ice-cream is £3.75, this is totally worth every penny.
Right now I am about to get some more Chocolate Fudge Brownie out of my fridge and watch some more Scrubs, Season six. I told a friend (one of the two friends I have here) that I won't go out tonight, I've been out all day and need some time in my bed with mentioned ice-cream and mentioned Scrubs.

Monday, 18 August 2008

When Tomorrow Comes

14 more hours left in Germany. I'm starting to get sentimental, thoughtful and my head is full of doubts. After calling Theresa, my landlady, earlier this afternoon I was filled with joy (and joyness), but now that I finally finished packing, I'm surrounded by a cleaned up room that doesn't look like mine any more.
The last week was amazing, it really couldn't have been any better. I cannot remember the chronological order, but I spend so much time with friends, maybe more than I have in a long time. I learned to appreciate the people here. of course, these things always happen when someone has to leave.
I'm scared of tomorrow. Everything is set, but there is so much that can go wrong. I don't even want to think about it, but I guess it won't leave my head until I really say it out loud. But maybe then it also will really happen. I could miss my flight. My bag might be too heavy. My carry-on luggage might be to big/too much. I could hate my room. That's actually what I am really afraid of. I've seen the room before. It's dark. But it seemed nice in it's own way. I think the wallcolour was some kind of purple, I hope they changed it over the summer. The bed seemed quite big, that's what I'm really looking forward to. But I'm super scared that I might not like my new home. When I had lunch at my grandma's today and we were waiting for my mom she said that if I don't like it in England, I should just come back. This made me think. What is going to happen if I don't like it there? I will just stand this one year, that's for sure. Because I have this feeling that art is the right thing for me. Maybe nothing related to drawing/painting/anything fine art related, but design. photography. fashion. that's what I want to do. So that one year in Bournemouth, in a maybe not so nice room, shouldn't be too bad. especially if I find some nice people up there and if I get a lot of visitors. Then I'll be fine. I just have to be.

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Long Train Running

I got my care pack today. Yay! and I already had two s'mores, and I do not feel sick yet, which is maybe because I had them over a time span of three hours. But yes, I will definitely introduce some friends and my mom to them. Except for my mom most of the people might hate it tho, nobody can really apreaciate them.
It's one week today, then I'll be sitting in a plane to Heathrow without a return ticket.
Here's my to do list for today, for the rest of the week, for whatever. At least I'd like to get most of it done today.

make a pumpkin pie
buy liquor
clean up this floor
finish packing the box
introduce several people to s'mores
start packing my backpack

and for all of you who haven't seen it yet either, here you go.
Charlie The Unicorn Part 2

Saturday, 9 August 2008

The quote of the day

A conversation of my future flatmates and me.

Is there any garden furniture, does anyone remember? I'd prefer to spend my time in the garden rather then my coffin.

i don't think there was any furniture? i can't remember seeing any... there should be though? hmm. i just remember the shed. never saw inside it.

you know what, i'll give up the coffin and have a tent in the garden, you two ladies can have it as a walk in wardrobe, since i've realised i've got fuck all to bring with me.
cricket bat in hand, football at my feet, a pile of books and music and i'm all good. I'll be like the gremlin underneath the tree in the corner of the garden, or i'll just take the shed.

or the pond! did i imagine the pond or is it actually there?

no you imagined the pond, are you on the sauce? cuz i am...i would share my hoegaarden if i could.

we have a pond? we should put some goldfish in there and feed them all the left-overs.
I thought about garden furniture before. doesn't any of you have an old couch in the attic that nobody needs any more? otherwise we could just wait for a bulky waste day (if you people in england do that) and then collect an old couch from someones sidewalks. or just be like the mexicans I saw in california and randomly steal things from other people's gardens.
or we could all abandon the house and start a commune at the beach. good old hippie times.

i pick either of the last two options. lets be the gringos who steal shit! and have an emergency place at the beach where we can crash if getting home is too much effort.
and no still no pond that i can remember, but i do remember a buddha statue in the corner beside the tree, we can offer him the leftover.

oh I actually love the buddha statue idea a lot more than the goldfish option. lets get some more greek or some asian gods and all feed them leftovers. maybe our neighbours are going to be so scared that they will give us their furniture for free.

well lets just go the whole hog and get some aztec, inca death masks and god statues, african tribal masks and fertility statues. greek goddesses (ie half naked women) babylonian winged sun god statues, eygption satutes of Ra, shinto demon idols and obviously some voodoo dolls and some goats tied to the tree.

i'm sure there was a pond. an empty pond.
how on earth would you get a sofa in an attic?!! alex you're mad :D
with all those deitys we'll NEVER get rained on! hurrahhhh

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

The Stars shine in the Sky tonight

I decided to post early today (early meaning 10.21pm to me at the moment) just to kill some time until it got dark enough to really see some shooting stars. I have it quite nice on my balcony right now, with candles, something to drink, a lot of layers to wear (because I get cold so easy) and my computer with nice music. Sure, my paranoid side is coming through again, hearing noises where there aren't any or imagining voices when it is only a couple taking a midnight walk. I should just get rid of that bad habit.

But here are some nice shots for you.

Now it's time for some stargazing.
And some free wishes.

Good results after a bad day

My creativity finally came back. Or better: I gave it a chance to develop freely. I ignored the mess in my room, just took up some space on my desk and put the sewing machine on there.
After going to Ikea yesterday and getting super frustrated as they didn't have any of the things I wanted to buy I convinced myself it might be better just to start fixing my grandmas dress for her. So I got ready, the whole thing didn't take me more than 15 minutes and I started thinking about what to do next. In my desperation yesterday I bought this fabric which turned out to be a lot better than expected. I now have my first handmade laptop case! Sure, I have my crumpler bag, but if it comes to taking my laptop somewhere where I also have to bring a lot of other stuff my crumpler bag is quite useless as space is limited. But now I can simply slide my laptop in the case and carry it around without having to worry someone will know what's inside my bag. Yay!
This time I really tried to take care of the whole thing, not just the outer appereance. So I even quilted the inside of the case.
And chose a nice colour for the upper thread instead of the boring white I always use. Yes, I really care for this case.

When I put everything on my other desk, which is actually a bookshelf, changed into a desk I loved the result. Doesn't it look great?

After this I had the urge to continue. Luckily I got this bare frame as well, one thing Ikea did in fact have. The bare-natural stupid wood-look had to go and nice cotton-rag paper took it's place.
I put a nice passepartour behind behind the photo, and viola - here goes one photo with it's fitting frame I'll make sure to take to Bournemouth.

Sunday, 3 August 2008

I'm talking to myself at night

So yet another blog. I actually told myself never ever to start a new blog with the typical 'oh, what do I want from this'-entry, but anyways, here goes another one.
I'm moving out in 15 days, today is the second day in a row I barely slept. Back to fucked up sleeping schedule? Whatever.
Again I am thinking about all these questions I never wanted to think about again in case I ever created another blog. Should this here be official? Do I want anybody to have this link? How personal should it get? I am obsessed with getting comments, that's the thing, so the temptation of giving the link to other people is really really big.

Imaginary interview with myself.
Hi, how are you today?
I'm okay.
I'd like to be creative again, I have all these ideas, but this place is a dump at the moment, made up of boxes and stuff lying around. Stuff that doesn't fit into my moving boxes any more, stuff about which I cannot decide whether I should bring it or not, things I want to give people before I leave, things left behind from my trip, things I clearly do not need any more, but also do not want to get rid of because they remind me of good times.
Good times? Can you explain that?
Sand from the beach somewhere between Morro Bay and Cambria. Or my sleeping bag, the one I especially got for this trip. The Forever 21 bag I got when I bought something at the store in Torrance, duct tape I got in DC.
Why do you keep all that stuff? Except for the duct tape and the sleeping bag, none of these things are of big value.
They are for me. I keep them because I connect memories with them. I got the duct tape with Harry, my hosts flatmate, after having breakfast with him at some hip cafe in Adam Morgans. After that we rode our bikes around DC, and I was scared as hell. The Forever 21 bag reminds me of how I picked up my host, who also became a good friend of mine, from work everyday. How I spent my time shopping while he was working, walking around, getting Jamba Juice for the both of us, sitting on that one bench outside the store, reading the book I got for free when walking through San Francisco, listening to music and waiting for him to close the store.
And what about the sand? It's just sand, nothing else.
For you it is, yes. But I fell in love with the Californian beaches, and that one day after we went to Hearst Castle we stopped at the beach again and there was this really special sand, entirely made up of tiny stones. I grabbed some and put it in the plastic bag where we ate cheerios out of. I kept it for my entire trip and made sure not to loose it, ever.