Game over
As I already mentioned in my last post, the heat in Berlin gives me a hard time focusing on my finals that are about to start in two days. The fact that we have been waiting for the summer for such a long time and now, cannot even enjoy its advantages is really frustrating and depressing. I advocate winter terms at university only!
What doesn’t make it any better, is, when I actually managed to force myself to learn (while my body was about to melt away), and getting everything done by the end of the evening, so that I didn’t need to feel bad about watching the final soccer game of the FIFA World Cup. Everybody who has watched the game can understand my disappointment: 12 yellow cards and 1 red-yellow one in comparison to one last-minute threnodic goal. The umpire sucked, the teams’ level of performance sucked and the vuvuzelas sucked! Not even beer could help making the game appear any better…
My craving for relaxation is immense. Therefore, it is torture to see my mum going on a 3-week-holiday together with her boyfriend. What about me?! Oh yeah, I am the stupid one who gets assigned with the task of watering my mum’s plants during their absence. No need to say, that I love plants as much as I love children.
This game is certainly over! Not just for the German soccer team, the era of Günter Netzer and the octopus Paul, but also for the pigeon that got lost in my room this morning and also for me and my blogging time (finally!).
One should always stop when the mood is at its peak, regardless whether this is a good or bad one. That’s why my work here is done. I’m going home. To cap it all off, there needs to be just another kindergarten clan on the underground to bury my mood!
KEEP BITCHING!
I’m too hot for work
It’s summer and hot. You’re soaking with perspiration. Your clothing clings to you. The high humidity makes it an effort to walk… Sweltering in your own hammock under a nice shade tree is bad enough. What about the poor people that have to sit at work or at home to learn for exams?
Usually you’d go and relax in one of Berlin’s several parks, catch up with friends and go on a trip to the nearest bathing lake. Tepid evenings invite you to stroll to the nearest pub for a tall cool beer and an entertaining soccer game of the FIFA World Cup. Things we are all willing to give up, I reckon.
And what’s our opportunity cost?
Heat stroke
Yeah, why not spending the whole day with reading books about Cost Accounting and Corporate Finance? As you won’t be able to sleep anyways when it’s that hot, you could even continue learning at night. Sleep is overrated, as is your health.
Never ending melting of your body. Sweaty, humid, icky feeling. Weakness. Heat exhaustion. Painful headache. Strong fast pulse. Lacking concentration. Dehydrogenation. Dizziness. Fainting.
Heat stroke and procrastination – that’s what I call the perfect combination for the weekend!
Shut the fuck up!
One cannot not communicate! That’s what we all know since Paul Watzlawick published his theory of communication. According to him, people also interact silently and unconsciously. That theory seems to be quite reasonable: When you have a short sleep-in during a lecture you automatically signalize that you are tired without having to say a word at all, right?
Anyways, I think, in everyday life and on journeys it would be a major improvement, if the mouth was kept shut at least once in a while, such as on the underground, in the canteen or on the streets. What kind of banalities, intimate details, secrets and nonsense get blurt out, can just be endured with a lot of humour. Due to cheap mobile contracts that include never-ending flat rates,
I have to listen to so much shit every day!
Electronics bring about ruin
iPod Touch designed by Apple
As I already told you in one of my previous posts, I had to send in my iPod Touch because it wasn’t working anymore. Due to my clumsiness, I spilled some sparkling wine over it and now the battery won’t recharge anymore.
Despite the fact that I should actually be doing some work for uni, I changed my priorities immediately and rather did some research on where to getting my iPod repaired. I figured out that buying a new device by Apple would plunge me into ruin. That’s why I looked for some kind of agency in Berlin that is specialized in getting Apple products repaired.
Beer for breakfast
G’day mates!
I’ve gotta tell you that you won’t get a proper blog post from me by the end of this week. Haha!
As you know I’m addicted to music and live concerts. That’s why I’ll spend the whole weekend partying, dancing and goofing around on the Hurricane Festival.
So, sorry folks. You’ve gotta wait a little longer for me to refresh after this short trip into my drug world. Haha!
In the meantime, to keep you busy, you should check out the online game Akinator. You’ll get into it, that’s for sure.
Have fun playing and a great weekend to all of you. I’ll certainly enjoy mine!
You better miss your cold-hearted bitch!
See ya!
My drug withdrawal – Confessions of an addict
“Without music life would be a mistake.” ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
I listen to music because if I didn’t I would be dead. I need it like oxygen, however silly that may sound. I get all stressed up when I haven’t heard music in a lot of hours.
According to that, you can imagine how pissed I was when my iPod touch suddenly was not working any more (well, not mentioning that I spilled some sparkling wine over it).
Taking away the music from me and telling me that it’ll take at least two weeks until I’ll get it back (That’s how long it takes getting my iPod repaired.) is like sending me away for a withdrawal treatment.
Confessions of an addict: Read more…
You’ve got mail!
Annoying lust-mails from Lolita? Bargain prices for the purchase of Viagra pills (up to 75% off)? Special, salacious offers for plastic surgery or the enlargement and blowup of various parts of the body? Invitations for promising casino nights? Winning notifications about $ 1 Mio. in the lottery?
"Spamattacke" found on www.beetlebum.de
Junk mails are persistently clogging my electronic mailbox.
And it’s driving me nuts!
Those of you who have read my last blog entry till the end are hopefully suffering from eye cancer right now. So, no need for you guys to continue reading, as you are not able to distinguish between spam and normal anyways. Lucky you!
SlAnGuAgE uNpLuGgEd
“If you are not on Facebook, MySpace or StudiVZ, you don’t exist!” — Jaqueline (17) to her mom
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So WhAt “SlAnGuAgE” dO yOu SpEaK?
Capitalism sucks!
Imagine you are out chilling in a park or attending an open-air-festival and enjoying a “couple” of beers. I reckon, you know this feeling that at some stage there is simply a kind of…ehm…”FLOW”^^…and it seems like you have to go to the toilet far more often than what you were actually drinking…The question to be asked is as follows:
How much are you willing to pay to satisfy one of the most basic human needs:
the desire to urinate?
€0.50 for having a pee in the nearest restaurant? €0.30 at a train station? Still too expensive? Or do you rather have a piss behind a bush? I mean, animals do the same kind of thing. So it’s nothing condemnable! Well, apparently it is if you ask Germans. You better be aware of the fact that you risk getting a fine by the police if you get caught. And the fine can range from €5 to €1000, depending on the degree of your exigency.
So what do we realize? Either way, it’ll cost us even more to relieve ourselves than what we pay for the alcohol. What the f***?!
