Grr argh!!

Life would be much easier if I wasn't so dumb sometimes... Point in question: So I borrow Uli's bike to go home. When I cross the street in front of her house, I hear a small *clink* noise. I think to myself: "Drive over a bottle cap, I did". Then I go all the way home. Up the street, past the skinhead brawl, up the hill (which is really hard because for the life of me I cannot work the gear shift on Uli's bike properly), past various assortments of fine young criminals lurking about and finally over the cobblestones into our yard. Where I discover I lost the key to the bike's lock. Remember the noise? In front of Uli's house? Yep...

Back we go, over the cobblestones, past smirking young criminals, down the hill (which doesn't go fast since the gear shift on Uli's bike still eludes me), past the skinhead women trying to console the combattants, down the street and there the key lies. Oh well, at least I found it. On my way back, the skinhead brawl at least had been completely disbursed, but the people who had seen me drive by three times were now openly laughing. Ha! What are you doing lurking about this time of night anyway?? Have you no life?

Now I'm back home, my ears are completely frozen off, my thumbs are even sorer than in the morning (damn gear shifts of any kind) and I'm going to bed. Thank you for your kind attention to this rant.

What is it with the phone? Yesterday night at 5 a.m. my mobile phone kept ringing and ringing until I picked it up. Then they hung up. Grrrr. In the morning I got woken up by my bank representative who wanted to talk to me about my portfolio. Yes, please call me as soon as your damn bank opens with that really important information. Grrrr. Had a meeting with him yesterday and he was really smarmy and looked kind of oily. Apparently had had a freak tanning accident, too. Have a distinct feeling that he was younger than me, but cannot prove it on ground of his looks. (I also had the feeling that he was trying to hit on me, but maybe that's just his way of dealing with female customers. Ick.)

Another thing. What is it with mattress businesses? I was talking about this with Ulisch yesterday and we agreed that stores that sell mattresses always look kind of seedy. Sort of like a used car dealership. They sport huge signs: EL CHEAPO MATTRESS!!!!! or some such but you know they are going to sell you the most expensive thing they have in stock and only the mattress that consists of one piece of wood wrapped in fabric will be affordable. This being my prejudiced feeling I went into one of those stores yesterday to inquire about mattress prices. And guess what? It was manned by a really disgusting salesperson who was a) really fat and sweaty and b) really drunk. Hmmmmm.

Watched my Grease DVD yesterday which was a lot of fun after all those years. Karaoke, baby, Karaoke! I don't know if Paul enjoyed the Karaoke part as I noticed him turning the volume up after the first few scenes. Yesterday also convinced me that while I enjoy them, car racing games are not really my special talent. I almost broke both of my thumbs trying to go through Monaco. Today they hurt like hell and I can hardly type. Ouch. I think the left one is developing a blister. Those damn hairpin turns. Oh, and I saw the cutest thing (apart from Paul wearing his afro wig which is always a pleasure to behold :)). It whistles.

Murphy's law was in full action today, as the phone kept ringing while I was in the shower. And that kills me because I hate not picking up the phone, because I am so curious as to who is calling. My old roommate could never understand that, she just let it ring. Probably right, too, most of the time it's telemarketers anyway.

Good news: Things I have been ordering have arrived...yay...my Grease DVD is here. Even better, my brand new chess set arrived. And it's beautiful. Plus, no children's labour whatsoever was used to make it. At least, that's what it said on the box.

Still a little bit miffed about the penguin picture. Thank you for your kind words. Then again, I might not live long enough to enjoy them. I should not do Tae Bo. I feel like a truck drove over me. I think we did every kick that's humanly possible and even some that are not. How am I supposed to jump 3 feet into the air while kicking at people left AND right? That's advanced martial arts if you ask me. The sad thing is seeing yourself in the mirror, jumping a measly 30 cm up while your legs barely do anything. Anyhow, I'm really glad if today passes without my legs withering and dying which is how they feel.

I would really like to put the Descartes joke on my blog, but alas, I don't have custody of that joke.

Today work called and said they might need me sometime in the future. Yay! In July. Nay! Well, needing me is still good, but seeing as I can't refrain from DVD-shopping I'll be out of money by then.

Fame! I'm gonna live forever!!!

No, I'm not...they already took the penguin picture offline again. Oh well.

I'd like to revoke an opinion previously stated about furry mammals in honour of my chinchilla (deceased). (I'll stand by the rest of my opinion, though, anytime. I'm fickle concerning furry mammals.)

They published my penguin picture. I guess I'm a webdesigner now. That or I was the only contributor :) Don't worry, this will be the last you hear about it.

Just returned home from watching the Oscars. Now I am not tired at all...the sun is coming up. I have nothing to say really, just passing the time till I get totally exhausted and break down on my bed. Some thoughts on the Oscars:

• Why is everybody at those events always wearing the ugliest dress they could possibly find?
  
• Liked Chicago (we watched it beforehand). But then again, I like musicals. Don't know if it deserved all the Oscars it got, though.
  
• What's always surprising is the "dead role call": HE's not dead??? (Ernest Borgnine, Karl Malden) HE's dead??? (Dudley Moore)
  
• Want to see The Pianist.
  
• Michael Moore rocks. Adrian Brody rocks more.
  
• Don't go telling the Iraqi people "We want peace." What are they supposed to do about it?
  
• Don't say: "I'm from New York. A city that explodes." Bad choice of words.
  
• If you take along to the stage a guy who stutters they won't dare to cut you off in the middle of your acceptance speech.
  
• Ben Affleck makes me want to spontaneously combust.
  

End of random thoughts. When my brain gets working again, I might add some more...

Disclaimer: No Joke. I somehow think I'd like to have that. Then again, I'd like to have my obituary say: "Kicked the bucket" (or some such). Hey, I'd like people at the breakfast table to open the newspaper and enjoy the obituaries. (I remember really liking: "Grandma's dead.")