this is ridiculous. i somehow must have half of my english skills. there are things i post, which i think sound at least halfway right, i press post and i read it again and there are something like 235983 mistakes in it.

so i would like to say SORRY to all you folks who have to stuggle with my a bit weird english.

I finally managed to make my laptop online while on wireless again!! I had actually forgotten how it is to be tied to this horrible cable and not being able to go online wherever i want to. this is especially annoying when the only place in the house the cable reaches to is the living room table. ever tried to explain your parents which sites you surf for fun? i decided not to, that is why the only thing i did online the last week or so was checking my mails and not log on here, but i am back now.

I love the athletics world championship! All those well trained men in those tiny little bitty shorts or those a bit longer but way tighter spandex shorts.... drool. never been too fond of all those sports, i mean who in real life needs to be able to jump close to six meters with the help of a stick? creative burglars maybe but who else?? anyway, no idea why they do it but they look SO HOT!!
have been watching them the last few nights and somehow my fingers started to move south. i am telling you, those guys in those short, tight trousers, running "toward me"... wow. what else could a girl ask for? ok, they could jump out of the tv, but i am not dumb enough to believe that.

its been raining for quite some days now and i love it. i just love the rain. especially when i have to drive. sure, there are some drivers that should not be out there, but still. when i drive in the rain i can either clear my mind completely, something i never manage otherwise (well, clear it of everything but the road) or think about anything that goes on in my mind. i get the most clear solutions to problems when driving in the rain. i tried to drive around in rain just to think before, but it did not work. it seems as if i need to have a location to go to to make it work... so does anyone know a place for me to dirve to? (no ocean to cross, btw)

I am sure most of you have some kind of story about what can happen when you are shooting pictures for NN. Today was one of those days for me.

I decided to make some outdoor pictures, nice weather, closed garden, all alone... perfect I thought.

What happened: I took a million pics and only very few survived the editing. Just joking that happens evey time.

I got my car in position (I do not have anything as fancy as a tripod) and used it for positioning the cam. First I did not start it but pushed it into possition. This irritated my dog so much she just lay in front of the car, deciding that would be the perfect spot for a nap.
When I moved it again I started the car and she became so happy she made her "we are going for a ride" dance, scratching my naked lower leg.
While I tried a pose, the results of this one will never be shown to the public, the phone rang, I ran inside, answered and spoke to my grandma for some time (really great thing to do when naked).
Since I was inside I grabed some stuff for another alternative-tripod and went outside again to do the hanging pics.
Just started with those and my mother called, informing me that everything on their holiday was great and describing the hotel and everything at lengh. The phone was down for a second and I ran out again.
Then I did the Hide and Seek pics and yes, the phone rang again. My grandma 2, making sure "I would not feel alone and bored while at home alone" All I could think about was:"alone? I hardly ever talk that much when everyone is at home." It took about 15 minutes to assure her that I was fine and I headed out again, continuing with the Hide And Seek pictures.
My dog, who had watched me carefully the whole time, her mind for sure telling her stuff like: "What the hell is she doing there?" then decided that it would be the perfect time to be scratched. She kept strolling around me, not even leaving me alone for a single shot. I have something like a million pictures of her running around me while I tried to make a single good shot. I lured her away with a mid-day-snack, made two good pictures and decided to call it a day.

Anyone ever experienced something similar? It sure is stressful.

forgot one ingredient in my cocktail: red wine

i am finally back from my 6 weeks of work. As usual it was stressy as hell and hardly any money was left for me. propably a good thing I went for a free Madame Tussauds and for a massage during my second London stay since I would otherwise a)have gone shopping again or b)have been bored to hell. I was only able to go online four times during that time and only been twice to go to nn. (once really briefly, once I had luck to be almost alone in the internet café
That means for me that I have to catch up on plenty of things now... if you want you can brief me about them, would be helpful , especially since I am pretty wasted right now (plenty of reasons, dont even ask about them).

i am pretty sure i will come back later to further information but right now i am simply to drunk (or was it happy?? )to write much more details.

cheers!!!
(this demonic drink of cognac, bacardi, orange liquor and a bit of pear jiuce really works!!!!!!!!!!)

seriously, how can a poor student own so much stuff? ok, it is worth close to nothing but there is SO MUCH of it. ridiculous. i already thought of selling my stuff by the bag on ebay. kind of: no idea what is in there, it might be of use for you, maybe it is not (more likely, but i would not write that) just give me some money for it and it all will be yours.

anyway, got into a police control on my way home, they wanted to see my license, the first aid kit and the breakdown triangle. when they saw all those garbage bags in my car (i do not have enough boxes to put my stuff in, anyway, the bags are more flexible and you can squeeze more of them into the trunk) they looked at me with a really weird look. (kind of: wtf??) then they looked at each other, i am not quite sure what the look ment but it was either "poor crazy girl" or "should we search the car, there could be loads of forbidden stuff in there" but finally they let me go and only adviced me to look at my fuel gauge really careful because i would need loads of it.
now i am at home and my car is still full, some might even say about to burst, but at least i go almost everything here now. only problem is that now i have to unload and that is usually horrible as well. and i do not have an elevator here in which i can pile it up (or use one of the empty shopping carts they have in my dorm to get all the stuff from my room to the elevator to my car, omg, those things are so great)
i really hope i am able to sweettalk my brother into helping me unload. i doubt he will but at least i already have a strategy: he usually runs 7km a day, does push-ups, pull-ups and whatever else there exists. i can offer him a completely new method of work out: "the haul stuff up-training". intensive demands on arms and legs guaranteed.

another year at university is over and i will have to do some serious cleaning and packing the next few days. i guess that is the part i hate most about (end of) university. sometimes i just hate being there, and summers in which i work more hours than a Taiwanese child worker (for hardly enough to live on what you earn during that time) are not fun either but this cleaning and putting things in order, putting things in boxes,... just is the worst thing for me.
i already put half a thought into getting a friend to help me but i guess he might get a serious heart problem from it. so it will be only me, my hoover (Fiffy, yes, i named him) and some other cleaning implements (no, they do not have names) to face the stuff i piled up during the last year and I can tell you there is loads of it. I really hope that it is going to be easier than i am afraid it will be, but you never know... there are some piles that i did not look through since christmas... at least nothing attacked me so far when i walked pass them or made any rude comments about my housekeeping.
I guess that now sounds worse than it really is, i can keep my things tidy, if i like the room i life in and if the room is big enough. But none of these things fit on my dorm room so i can not bring myself to really tidy up too well. Don't know if there is any logic in it for someone that is not me but that is the way my brain works. and there is one thing i can promise you: a small all-purpose room can look pretty bad really, and i mean really, quickly.

So I will hit my bed now and when I wake up tomorrow I will show all the stuff who the boss is.

Wish me luck

just a bit more than a month left before i can not visit this site for six weeks . that means i will have to start perving even more now to make up for it and when i am back i will have loads of pics,... to look up and to get up to date. maybe i should think about printing some stuff, i do not want to become prude or whatever during this time of withdraw.

But my mental list of brits that are then something like 1100km closer is getting longer and longer and i am pretty sure my mind will come up with some very "interesting" phantasies i will enjoy when i am in my bed there. (i so much hope for a single room). and those who live in the us then are a tiny bit closer to me as well, so you should not feel left out. I am sure some of you guys will jump into my fantasies as well.

so, i now have to continue with my perving, six weeks will be a LONG time and i do not want to run out of mental images.

Got the first, and hopefully not last dates for my summer job. I will for sure not make it to NN in the second, third and fourth week of July. That happens when you are on call 24/7 and earn hardly enough to get one hour in the internet café to read your mail. Well, it is not that bad but there are shitloads of jobs in which you earn more.
Gonna be once again working in the UK and if I have a single room (please!!) I will for sure have quite some fun thinking of all those hot people that are then closer to me. I am not gonna tell names, but believe me, there are plenty in my mind.