I've been wondering why I feel so restless lately...today I figured it out...

Up to now I've been in the limbo between years...nothing really to do...holidays galore. And tomorrow everything gets into gear again...the "real life" will start...I will have to worry about things again. A job. My final paper. Getting things done.

I hate worrying. But I guess I just am the worrying kind of person. New Year's resolution #2: Stop worrying :)

Today's slowly but steadily progressing to be one of those Sundays...

You know...hanging around listlessly, having stuff to do but really not feeling like doing anything...

At least it's snowing outside, but I guess that makes it even more hard to get some energy going..sort of mutes everything outside and inside. It's getting dark, too..and it's not even 5 p.m. As much as I like snow and cold weather I'm starting to feel like it could be summer again.

Topic: New Year's resolutions

I don't think one should have any. It's just pointless, as nobody ever keeps their resolutions. For years, I thought: Well, I'll just make one resolution, it'll be easier to keep. But all it did was give me a bad conscience because I didn't. So I don't. Does that make any sense? I'm rambling again. New year's resolution #1: Don't ramble. :)

Back again....I'll just give you a quick update of our trip: It involved:

• snow
  
• sunshine
  
• lots of drinks
  
• the Atomic Pro skiing team (and friends)
  
• a black eye
  
• more drinks
  
• famous Hansi Roesch
  
• a red eye
  
• Scottish guys who turned out to be Irish
  

In short...we hat loads of fun...Happy New Year!!!

Gone Snowboarding...

To escape dreary New Year's Celebrations, Ulisch, Jessi and me are escaping to Livigno. We'll return January 4th for more zany antics in the year 2003....Enjoy!!

Did you know that my blog contains unsuitable content? I submitted it to a webring and they rejected it for that reason. Maybe it's too racy...with it's detailed description of my sexual conquests and all. Hint: Pause to consider the possibility of irony and don't go searching through my archives rightaway... Maybe I should give warning or card my readers before embarking on non-youth-appropriate topics?
So if you're legally not allowed to read the following, piss off!

Today's topic: Smoking and the Passage of Time.

Granted, being a smoker has many disadvantages. There is one thing, though, that non-smokers will never fully appreciate, which is being able to divide time into cigarette lengths. For example, you never need a timer while cooking. "I'll smoke a cigarette and then the noodles will be ready." (Though, admittedly, having a cigarette in your mouth while you stir food screams "White Trash" at the top of its lungs). And you never have time to be bored, because there's always time for one more cigarette while you wait. Time goes faster while you are smoking... Also, it extends social gatherings. Smokers don't just get up and leave. No. "OK, let's have one more cigarette, then I'll leave." can commonly be considered smokers' farewell. And I think always being able to have that last cigarette together is a rather positive thing. Not to mention having the possibility of that last cigarette while you wait for your execution, but let's hope it doesn't have to go that far.

While writing that I have to think about one occasion... I've had this theory for quite a while and then I was at a party and some guy said exactly the same thing. That was kind of strange. Meeting someone who - at one point or another - thought the exact same thoughts you had been thinking. He turned out to be a real jerk, by the way. I wonder whether that means I'm thinking a jerk's thoughts or if he accidently just stumbled onto my brilliant train of thought... The latter seems more appropriate in my opinion. (Please withhold comments in the line of "Well I thought you pretty much sucked, too", thank you very much, why are you reading this anyway??)

So much for deep thoughts. If you're reading this for the express purpose of keeping up with my life, here's the diary stuff...

Been out on Saturday, it sucked (kind of). And here's why. I want to add another specimen to the list of "People I hate": If you're not Miss/Mr Universe you might know them...somebody who enters a room and immediately decides you don't live up to his prettiness standards. Somebody who talks over your head because if you're not pretty, hey, you must also be stupid. Somebody who introduces only your pretty friend to the people that you meet afterwards and ignores you for the rest of the evening. I know it shouldn't bother me that much because, well, what do I care what somebody I just met thinks about me... But it did bother me anyway and pretty much ruined the evening for me because it made me feel short and fat and stupid.

Maybe I am overreacting to this because I myself have entered rooms that contained people that I did not get along with, yes, it has happened occasionally and it wasn't solely based on appearance. Maybe he just did not like my attitude. Or whatever. But I really don't think so. And that pisses me off so much I can't even begin to tell you.

One last thing: If you like Lord of the Rings you definitely should read this. And don't stop until you've seen the film with Humphrey Bogart, heard the rap version and (for the most hardened of stomach) saw Leonard Nimoy intone a song about Bilbo, Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins.

I got "Notes from a Big Country" as a present for Christmas. And I thought...Bill Bryson always writes short columns...it's not that far away from what you do on a blog. But his columns are damn funny. My blog entries aren't. So I thought maybe I should pick topics to write about and not just ramble on about my life (because nobody would think that funny, I certainly wouldn't.) This blog started out with me writing thoughts and stuff, it was just in the last weeks it got this depressive boring diarylike quality. Back to the thoughts on life, the universe and everything, I say!

One thought goes as follows: Did you ever notice that certain conversation topics always elicit the same answers?
I'll give you some examples so you can go and try them and see what happens:

• "I am a vegetarian."
  
  Answer #1: Do you eat fish?
  (No. What is fish in your opinion...a plant???)
  
  Answer #2 (sometimes follows #1): Do you eat chicken then??
  (Ahem. See above. Are you stupid?)
  
  Answer #3 (most popular): Oh, I do not eat a lot of meat either!!
  (And that makes you what exactly? And why should I care?)

  
  

• "....Berlin...."
  
  Answer #1: Berlin is a great city. Munich, on the other hand is a village, you know.
  (Applies if you are living in Munich)
  
  Answer #2: In Berlin, you can rent great apartments for a low low low price.
  (Munich, on the other hand...Answer #1 probably ensues in just a second...brace yourself)

  
  

• "I heard Mallorca was quite nice."
  
  Answer: That's true!!! Mallorca can be quite beautiful! Especially if you go away from the touristy places. You might travel further inland. You can hike or bicycle...Mallorca's not just El Arenal....

  
  

• "I used to work at Disney World."
  Answer: As Mickey Mouse?
  Oh, you're the first person to ask this question...it's HILARIOUS...how did you come up with such a witty remark???

These are just a couple of examples, if you find more, go ahead and comment because I always am on the outlook for new party material :)
I recommend the Berlin and Mallorca statements as party conversation, especially if you're with likeminded friends talking to one unsuspecting victim, who without doubt will chime in at the drop of a hat about the beautiful Mallorca almond trees...

People are so predictable sometimes. And so probably are you and me. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid of meeting people like us at a party.

Enough with the holiday spirit!!! Want to see something that is a sad excuse for either a movie or a movie trailer? It is the trailer for "House of the Dead". Oh my god. They can't be serious. Quote: "5 teens at a rave. On a desert island. They wanted fun. They found zombies." What the fuck? You have been warned. I just saw that it stars Jürgen Prochnow. Maybe he was old and needed the money.

Back to the roots....

I deleted yesterday's post because I thought it was too depressive in retrospect. Hey, it's my blog and I can do whatever I want. I just get cranky around christmas time because I have this perfect plan for my perfect christmas and I never get to have it. And it would be easy...Here it is:

1. Get up late.
   
2. Go out for extended breakfast/brunch with boyfriend.
   
3. Take a walk in the snow (hey, it's supposed to be perfect).
   
4. Go and have a Glühwein at a christmas market.
   
5. Cook a lovely christmas dinner together.
   
6. Have lovely christmas dinner.
   
7. Give each other a small present (just for unwrapping something)
   
8. Snuggle up in front of the christmas tree.

See? Easy. Not: Christmas in Tahiti. Not: Present me with a Ferrari. But did it happen once? NO. It always ends with me standing in front of my parents' christmas tree singing and being cranky. (While I love my parents I'd prefer to visit them the next day for lunch, thank you very much.) Anyway. Maybe it'll happen one day...a girl can still dream, can she not...So to all of you:

Merry Christmas !!!