bending_sickle | *interesting title here*

Warning: Aboslutely no sense follows.

Havn´t done anything but decide that I really should just not go to fast food joints if I don´t want to. Have also looked (all of 5 minutes) for courses at this mega-site, finding only one of martial arts and of capoeira to be interesting. Because I scoff at a Tarot course. But then again, my brother does capoeira. Does that mean I should too, because I know it´s cool, or shouldn´t, because oughtn´t I do something different?

Took out a German movie. No idea which, really. Really, really need to become a member of my neightbourhood´s version of Blockbuster, because there´s some movies I really would like to watch. And it´s a tad too sad for me to watch The Goblet of Fire in a book-and-electronics store. (So I just watched a bit.)

Was supposed to write emails today but 1) contacts trying to suck the life out of my eyeballs and 2) don´t really want to.

And once again, refusing to go grocery shopping. This can´t be good.

Read a magazine of the Max Planck Society. Realiyed have forgotten everything ever learnt in Bio and that, no, can´t really read complicated text anymore, regardless of langauge. Brain rusting away, awaaaay.

Ahem.

Oh poot.

No response still from the German conversation class, which sucks, and havn´t yet put up adds for English conversation anywhere.

My cousin, whom I very rarely (i.e. not even one a year) is coming over this weekend. Might go out partying or whatnot with him.

Yay for pity-friends.

Guh.

In other news, have confirmed that

bdwriters is a great place to discuss writing, and have found loads of comm´s with "writing" as one of their user interests. (Oh, put some posts in my memories, for what it´s worth.)

Have to keep reminding self that feedback is good. It is. Honest. Constructive criticism fantasticalistic. (Ok. Shy now.)

Have I mentioned that I have no idea what I´m doing?

No?

Oh.

Well, no. I don´t.

Note to self: Appreciate parents a heck of a lot more.
Addenum: Don´t complain that brother doesn´t get mom-rants. Understand that mom needs to vent too.
Further note: For the love of god*, woman, do something.

* Or puppies. Or kittens. Quite possibly not for the love of god, because if that were the case I´d be a nun. Although, way things are going, living the life already. *grumble*