Heat, soreness, social life, etc.

It's too darn hot to even move. If I could stop breathing I would, honest to God. I'm Sticky Boy Ricki from head to toe and I hate it! And all the leg shaving stuff got me some decent flesh wounds on both my calves. (the body parts, not the baby-cows!)

Just 'cause I read some of my earlier posts here - the soreness is almost entirely gone, or at least it was until I started thinking about it again ;-).
Anyway, I'm feeling better than before, so that goes under "good" in my book.

In addition, this Saturday will go down in history as the first "second Saturday in a row" since last year that I have got plans vaguely corresponding to what others call "social life". *gggg*
Well, I do have a social life, I have had that before, but strangely enough this seems to be limited to week nights with me. So my basic situation is "Oh my God, how am I going to make all these appointments fit into one week?" and "Great, so how will I be killing time on the weekend?". Haha, none of that this week.

I'll be off to writing some very important PowerPoint slides now, which is also very useful and authentic writing practice as I learned today. Hopefully, it will improve my German (again).

By the way: you have to listen to "Grandma Shirley and Papa" and not to "Sticky Ricki". (of course you can listen to that as well, it just isn't what I had in mind when writing)

My English sucks.

So maybe I should go to Norway or even Denmark to improve it!

That's the take-home-message I got at University today.
From a Professor who spoke German to me (obviously because he could not muster a coherent English sentence - he had to shut his eyes firmly to even utter the German gibberish he spit at me - I'm not saying anything - no, I'm not) and was unaware of the fact that your "fellow students" are not your "colleagues".
Hah, do I have to say any more? I don't think so.

Oh, one other anecdote: Since my other subject is Catholic Religious Education, why don't I write a diploma thesis on the Puritans at his department??? Oh, I really don't have the foggiest why I don't ...

Which Black Books character are you most like?

Wanna try this?

Which The Lord Of The Rings character are you most like?

You are most like Frodo. You're very friendly, and you have a great personality. Although you like to have fun, you can also be pretty serious at times. It's pretty hard to get you mad, but once you're mad...everybody better look out! Keep that temper under control and realize that you're better off than you may think.

Wanna try?

Puke

If I wasn't too tired to even friggin move, I'd probably puke all over the place right now.
So much for today and for everyone around.

Plus: My word of the day would have to be "respect". Go figure!

Changes

Changed something today: I won't be writing on a notepad anymore, I have now got a binder which contains my empty sheets. Superb, ha???

I'm still sore all over, even if it's slowly getting better. Or not, I'm not sure.

My latest acquisition in the book department arrived today but now I'm stuck in the middle of one of the old ones, so I'm not going to start it straight away. Plus, it's a really thick volume with tiny, tiny printing - those are going to be tough 617 pages, I can tell you. Still, if it's only half as entertaining as the former ones, I'm going to have a blast reading it! At least that's what I'm hoping for.

Well, I'm off to some more boring family conversation now - hooray!

Other than that ...

... there's not much to tell.

Handed in my seminar paper today and got severely freaked out by how freaked out everyone else is. I am the one who has already failed a seminar, but obviously everyone else thinks they will have to die if they fail one. I can tell you:

• It's not that easy to die! That takes a lot more than one stupid seminar.
• There's no way anyone can or will ever know how to do it right, so don't even bother asking all sorts of annoying questions on how to do something. Just do it and see what happens. But please, for God's sake - cut the anxiety!!! I'm so sick of all the "Uahahs" and "Uhuhus".

So, I've, in general, been trying to avoid everyone else today - doesn't work - they're everywhere!
The only really good thing's the rain - if this continues all through Thursday morning, I won't have to go through this stupid photoshoot for my grandma's birthday. Which is a definite plus as far as the rain is concerned ;-).

Umph.

My entire body hurts. From head to toe. Inside out. And it doesn't stop.

What's worse: My mind/soul/psyche hurts as well. From head to toe. Inside out. And it doesn't stop. It doesn't even have a reason. It just hurts in a strange existential way I can't really be bothered with. So I figured I should just let it hurt and not mind it any more.

So that's what I'm doing right now: Not minding the hurt.
Just in case anyone's been wondering.

Postscript still

No worries to all those (haha again) who could not make any sense of the last two posts - they are actually not supposed to make sense!

It's a little difficult to explain:
a. they are some sort of insider-stories
b. they are actually not yet intended for anyone's ears (yeah - don't ask why I posted them then - what the heck do I know???) - I first need to prove their reliability and then maybe someday, when I've figured out my stand between either-or I can provide some further detail!

Also, no worries about the psychological torture-stuff this does to me. That's life and I'll live!
If not, I'll let you know before I am actually dead, so you can get some VIP-getting-used-to-it-time.
Promise!

Postscript for Luischen

No, this is not about the guy we talked about last time!!! It's far worse.
Let me say this much to get rid of the confusion: It is not about Mr. Friday, it's about "Thursday-Guy" - got it??

[You don't know anything about Thursday-Guy, I didn't know either back when we talked on Tuesday. - As I said: bad!]

I am sooo stupid!

I honestly am the most stupid person I have ever seen. (Though I'm still trying to convince myself I have been forced into this whole scenario by someone else - yes, Luischen, it is quite probable I'm talking about you right now!!!)

Now I'm sure everyone (haha) wants to know what the situation is and why I consider myself the most stupid person ever:
I spent the whole morning nervous to death because I was sitting in one room with the guy I'm currently positive (or afraid) I have a crush on.
GOD - this is abnormal. I am a grown-up person, I should be able to get a grip on myself, shouldn't I? It's soooo bad, soooo bad - I am going to have to get drunk every Thursday morning from now on. That's my only chance of survival.

Crap, I am never going to talk to anyone about those things anymore - it only makes them worse in a completely wrong direction - argh!
I'm already self-conscious enough, I don't need to ponder for three hours whether the way I behaved was in any way strange or goofy! Can't I just drop dead????
PLEASE?!?!?!

Dang it!!!

It would be so great if people could just shut their effing mouths real tight!
That would not only make my day or week - no, that would make my entire LIFE.

Honestly: I don't need your effing attitudes - I'm not giving you attitudes either, am I?!?!?! No, I'm not. So shove yours up your arses, 'cause I don't care about any of them. For Chrissake!!!

Oh, and by the way: I am so much better than you anyway, so don't even attempt to try to pretend. I can see right through you without even looking. It only makes you look pathetic and we really don't want you to look pathetic, do we?

Right, so cut it!