rub your hands together and feel the friction...BURN.

Quite impressed with the title of this blog... The only ounce of inspiration inside me, wasted.

2 diaries open wide in front of me, and an empty blog patiently waiting for me to tip,tip,tip some words of wisdom and intelligence into its blankness... Sorry little blog, but you'll be waiting a while.

Got nothing streaming my way, but some cute little music beats and the annoying incosistency of Chris Martin's voice. God that man can't sing.

Not feeling incredibly enlightened, free, refreshed.

Not floating on that soft bed of cloud nine today.

Not feeling particularly enthusiastic about finishing this blog either.

ciao.

think back to your weekend.

Today is Wednesday, mid-week. (Mittwoch in German) Nothing so exciting has happened in the last two days so i figure i'll back track to my weekend and go from Friday night onwards (well to Sunday night anyway.)

Note to self: When you actually carry your camera on you at all times, then you should probably take some photos...

Friday (night):

Pub.

Planned to meet Nina at 8.00 at Opladener strasse tram stop.

Showered, put some nice clothes on, Lovelied my hair up, make-upped and even sprayed myself in lovely perfume that smelled of citrus (thanks Anna.)

Strutted my way out of the house with plenty of time to catch my tram the 706.

Jump on the 712... OF COURSE. Drive two stops and realise that my stop should have only been one stop further. Finally realise i'm on the wrong tram. Get off the tram. Start walking in the opposite direction trying to find another tram stop that the 706 goes from. Couldn't fiind one. By this time i'm running! Cross the road and wait for the tram that would take me back to where i started. Start again.

Get on the 706, get to my stop. Wait for my other tram. DELAYED!!! Meanwhile Nina has called me twice asking where i am! embarrassing... "Wo bist du?!?!" I'm so late she tells me to meet her at Ickerswarder strasse instead. (one stop further.) (The stop outside the pub)

Get there 40 minutes late... great Mikaela.

Walk into Schalander (the pub) with nina laughing in my ear that our English and French teachers are here along with two other teachers from our school...FANTASTIC!

Sit myself down, do the itroductions and order a beer. and another one... und noch eins.

Gotta be home at 10.40. Leave a bit tipsy from not eating all afternoon and REEKING of cigarette smoke.

my Friday.

Saturday:

9.30 wake up. Breakfast. Drive to Cologne. Study vocab and do homework for Australia in the back of the car.

Arrive at Anna's Aunty's house (wow 4 A's.)

Leave 5 minutes later and drive to Bonn. HARIBO shop. Heaven.

Spend an hour or more searching through the two aisles of pick and mix and making up our own bags of HARIBO!! make a separate bag for sours- gotta keep kosher.

buy 2 kilos of made up Haribo packs for presents. And buckets of sweets for my birthday.

Leave Haribo with a full trolley of lollies. I'm not kidding.

Those boxes (yes there's two.) are also full of lollies.
Then to the oppshop in Cologne. Eat ourselves silly in the back of the car on the way and fear that we will chuck rainbow.

Opp shop was really not that great. A hell of a lot of the same hats (that were all somehow really really small... i don't have a big head either.) Was disappointed.

Sunday:

Had a very lovely chat with my mumsa in the morning/afternoon after i got out of bed. We organised my trip to Ireland with Emma and booked flights. (YAY FLYING TO IRELAND!)

Ate breakfast... made a huge mess of it (bread crumbs thrown across the table, egg and egg shells too.) i only had 15 minutes. Went to the movies to see twilight. Is it just me or is the guy that plays Edward WAYYYY attractive. I mean HELLO JAW BONE!!

Despite Edward's lovely, striking feautres. I found the movie a little farfetched.. i mean guys we're now in the 21st century... the effects could be a little more realistic.

Got home... left twenty minutes later to see 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' in theatre.

Didn't find the theatre too great...the seats were all set out in this big hall, so you couldn't see over the person in front of you and it didn't help that we were riiiiiiight up the back with the sound and lighting man. Don't think i got the whole 'theatre effect' but i ignored that and enoyed the show. Sang along! Waved my glow stick in the air when "Over at the Frankenstein place" came on "THERE'S A LIGHT!"

Walked out of the theatre with confetti in my hair and rice down my top. Stole a Rocky Horror poster off the wall on the way out too. Didn't particularly feel like spending 6 euro on one.

OUR LOUNGE ROOM TABLE.

Blue smoke.

For Ms. Rold, because i need to write more blogs... apparently.

I shouldn't be assissting you in your procrastination my dear. I'm sure you must have some homework, essay, study to do before tomorrow and you should not. i repeat. should not be reading my blogs to get out of those very important tasks. Study is imperative to your learning. Have you not heard?

STOP READING NOW, before you get sucked into my fabulous blogging skills.

Current website: http://www.urbandict.com/

Entry of the day:
Twitterrhea
February 10
Too many twitters per hour.
Guy Kawasaki had twitterrhea when he posted 18 Tweets in one hour on a Friday afternoon.

(Just quietly... i don't understand that. what the fuck is a tweet?!)

Your turn Anne.

I typed your name in the very accurate 'urban dictionary' and picked the one that most sounded like you. As well as a few other hilarious ones.

Anne
A tall young lady with hair that changes color on a regular basis. Whenever she sees something slightly amusing, she bursts into convulsions of laughter that involve her shaking like she's about to explode, stamping her feet on the floor and pointing to the thing that she finds so hilarious. You can find Anne in her natural habitat, where she will be in a booth usually surrounded by people. You can pick her out of the crowd with her signature catchphrase "fuck my life". But when you get too close you are in danger of her throwing things such as World History textbooks at you or using umbrellas to forcefully hit you in various uncomfortable places, although most times she will simply sprawl across you and decide that moving would simply take too much work. The Anne, though, is a very kind and loving creature, with an impeccable sense of finding fun and adventure, and most who meet her love her to death, and I am no exception.
whoa look theres anne!

Anne
A very funny person, that is friends with michael jackson. likes little chinese boys, and is also michael myers.
LOOK AT ANNE RRR HUBBA HUBBA

Anne
A name in which you are very unfortunate to have if you are under the age of 50.
dont go to sleep without your bedpan tonight anne!

Look at this cool tshirt. I don't know if you find it as funny as me.

There's a story behind it.

SO here goes...:

Last year i was in this class called 'the high achievers' 10a, and i was kind of... not one of them.

Not sure why i was in there actually... i'm no genius and i certainly can't recite pi. To be honest i didn't even know it started with a 3.

Anyway about half my class can recite like 100 numbers. This tshirt makes me laugh.

Oh and speaking of being dumb... i just remembered when we used to email eachother... or was it letter writing? I think it was letter writing (i have a distinct memory of sending you a postcard with a dog on it...) But i also remember typing up letters to you on my granparents computer. ANYWAY. i remember you used to or still do write mum as mom... i'm guessing you've learned American english. Anyway i wrote you a letter back referring to my 'mum' as 'mom'. After i had finished writing and was feeling very proud of myself, i showed my Grandpa... or maybe it was my Grandma... i'm not sure (that doesn't matter) and as soon as they saw the word 'mom' they deleted it and wrote mum. I felt so stupid. i never liked being wrong. still don't... That has stayed with me forever. Bloody grandparents.

This blog needs another picture to break up the words.

I DON'T THINK YOU CAN READ SO MUCH WITHOUT A BREAK!!!

Hope you enjoyed ANNE!

oh and p.s Don't forget your bed pan tonight. But do your homework first.

xxx

What are you doing?

Sending stupidly long Facebook comments with references to my psychology homework to my second-cousin-once-removed (is that hyphenated? Don't think so)

I like you. "Many students are surprised at the results of scientific research that has found both males and females are more likely to be drawn to individuals who have similar looks and attitudes to their own. Furthermore, research findings suggest that males and females are more likely to choose long-term partners who are similar to themselves and that marriages between similar people are more likely to be lasting." (reference: psychology homework) Anne Rold we are perfect for eachother!! shouuld we marry... even though we have the same blood? wow we have the same blood!!! Lesbianism has nothing to do with it.Is it just me or does that information make you think that we are all just in love with ourselves, and because we can't make love to ourselves we make love to people that are exactly like us...?

Thinking about how silly the Dutch language is. (Yes i said Dutch not Deutsch.)

onafhankelijkheid

basisonderwijs

daadwerkelijk

Yes, they are real words... i did not slam my hand down on the keyboard.

Talking to michael about his alias.

Skag Trendy says:
i call him
yawa teg.

(Get away.)

And reading the words 'get away' reminds me of my old German teacher who screamed at a student for holding scissors. "SCISSORS ARE A WEAPON GET 'EM AWAY!!!"

mmm.. peak hour..

Something i began writing in June 08 that i never posted.
Didn't like it.
But i'll never finish it.
Moods gone.

I love the smell of peak hour trains, that hint of subtle aftershave, mint and newspapers, It's almost like the smell of a new car, except for the fact that hundreds of people have walked on and off those carriages all day. I love knowing that.

Do you ever just stare at someone until they look at you, and the second you meet eyes you quickly look in the other direction?

Sometimes i keep staring at them once they've seen me, just to see how uncomfortable it will get before one of us looks away. I often think some of those people know the game i'm playing. Those people are the ones that make train rides fun.

20/10/08 Heimweh.

I'm feeling uncomfortable again, waking with that feeling of anxiety and insecurity. Waking to find myself in a strange bed, in a strange house with people i don't really know.

Of course i'm comfortable with them, but it's not exactly home.

I cuddle my travel man every night so tight, afraid that i might lose the thing that brings real comfort from home.

I don't like it when he's on the floor, buried under things, or even laying face down..... weird huh?

I also feel especially home sick when i wear Josh's socks.

It's funny how the smallest things can mean so much to you when you're not at home.

Currently listening to: (acoustic) Swing life away- Rise against.

The story of the story.

Have a few ideas for the next blog i'm going to write. Something a little deeper, but right now i'm not quite in the headspace to make it sound at all appealing.
So i ask Michael what i should blog about right now.
He says: you writing a story about us.
Which translates to: write a blog about the story you are/were writing about us.

A blog ABOUT the story. What does that mean?
My thoughts? Why i'm writing it?
Man this is probably going to end up deep.

So this whole story thing started when Farina- the best friend of my first host partner asked us to write a love story (real or made-up) so she could put together a book for a friends' birthday. (cute)

I figured it could be a fun exercise. I had a fairly significant 'love' story that could really be brought to life. This could be interesting-bringing up a few memories, playing it all out a bit dramatically (not that it wasn't full of drama in reality) and possibly even give me a broad focus on what really went down. help me to pan it out a bit. i was braced to be hit with some harsh realisations. my naiivity.

i got to work with full knowledge that this task wasn't going to be easy and with no real intentions of completing it, not because the story doesn't have an ending- (it does), or a 'to be continued....' but because i'm lazy and i had four overdue History outcomes that needed to be done on the side. I think it's fair to say i had my priorities in order.

ANYWAY i got to work and the enitre 434 words that were written took me about a week to write and to be completely honest i didn't even get vaguely near the exciting part. If it took me almost 500 words to write the beginning- setting, time blah blah blah then there was no way i was going to have the energy to build up to anything spectacular. so i stopped... gave up.

here's what i have:

'It started as a mere crush, a small fantasy, a little love. She was 10, he was 11 and she could never get him off her mind. Every day she would hurry from class to the shaded canopy tree in the school’s fairy garden to find him sitting on the highest branch talking to his friends or just sitting alone picking at the bark beside his leg. It felt to her, that they were great friends; always laughing at each other and talking about nothing in particular. Nothing in the world mattered to her when she was standing by the tree, trying to flirt as best as her young mind knew how. She would never have dreamed of letting him know her feelings for she knew he would never share what she felt.
She was so secretive about her love that within her group of girlfriends she had a special code name to refer to him by in case anyone in the school yard heard her mentioning his real name. Every single day without fail she would ask her best friend if he were at school, where he was or what he was doing. Regularly she would snap back saying something like “Jesus! Get over him, you always talk about him!” Or she would carelessly answer, with no real interest in where her friend’s crush was. The vacancy in her face and the blunt tone in her voice when being asked again about this boy would tear at her and make her feel ashamed of her love for him. She would go home every night feeling lonely, for her best friend in the whole world understood nothing about her feelings for this boy.

Then, that inevitable day came when word got out across friendship groups and he, the loveliest boy in her eyes discovered her love for him. The embarrassment was unbearable. Not because people knew she loved him, but because he knew. Her brain was not yet old enough to deal with what could possibly come next. What in the world was she do to? From that day embarrassment turned to anger and anger turned to hatred. Not for her friends that had spread her secret, but anger for him for reasons she had never asked herself why.

From that day on she never went back to the canopy, to the shadowed cove where she had a million times before spent her lunch times giggling about nothing. Instead whenever she would walk by him she would scowl and give him the filthiest looks she had ever given.

Years past and he was forgotten. '

Would be good if i could finish this, but right now i feel as if i'm going to give up on this blog too. It's getting far too long and i have no idea what i want to say anymore.
I don't know if it was a good idea that i wrote this story or not.
What's the point of this blog?
To tell you all that i'm lazy and can't follow through with alot of things?
To tell you all that i passed those outcomes?
To satisfy Michael because he asked me to write about the story?
Or did i only write this because i'm bored???
hahaha. Who knows.