i went to the movies…

So, I actually went to the movies, twince in one week, I think.

We went and saw Star Trek in the un-dubbed version. Which took the theatre a while to figure out, we missed Ayel’s actual threat in the beginning because the sound was off for a while and it switched between German and English for a bit. Annoying.

The movie was okay. It’s hard to believe it’s still Star Trek and (okay, Spoilers here…) I guess they got around it pretty well by introducing the alternate universe, but… ach, I don’t know. I liked Spock and how they portrayed him, even though he was sort of Emo, I admit (but hey, it was Zach ) and Kirk was his cowboy-self, but hey. Uhura and Spock?? Come on…!!
Weirdness, seriously…

Wolverine was an okay-movie. Again, not very much like the X-Men-movies before, but a nice flick. Still, it felt very inappropriately cut, as if important pieces had been left out. And me noticing – that’s really saying something…

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still sick.

Rather interesting sleeve design, don’t you think?

Anyways, so I’m still sick, my one-sided tonsilitis has calmed down and now it’s just painful coughing and huffing and trying to get something done.
No, really, I’m not just sitting around looking for good kinky literature or staring at my bed longingly… It’s not like I could do anything but sleep in there, anyways, right now.

I guess, having sex with someone does leave a trace in you, mark you in some way. Or is that just me?

Being inexperienced really sucks, you have nothing to put things into perspective with.

Anyhow, I’m focussing on the positive things these days (right…)
Like, my new appartment that I will hopefully move in in Octobre, if everything goes according to plan.
The downside is that I need a new kitchen and that the bathroom is small, but still, there’s advantages:
- it’ll be blissfully quiet
- I don’t have to share my internet anymore
- meaning I can plug back in and not use wireless!
- I’ll get TV back
- enough room for all my stuff !!
(maybe even a piano?)
- I can use the blinds I couldn’t return to IKEA.
- It’s close to … someone’s work. and uni. and the station
- only my hair in the shower and my s*** in the toilet.
- berry coloured wall in my living room. hell yeah. And red in the bedroom, of course =)

music: Mika – My Interpretation
’cause I don’t care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don’t need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don’t, don’t make sense.

you’re cool, but you suck at the same time

a guy told us that as we were waiting for the bus. He wanted to know where he could find a 24h-liquor-store and we couldn’t tell him

I think it sums up the whole London-thing pretty well.
Or maybe it’s just my special gift to be annoyed even in London.

But considering I think I caught my inflamed throat inbetween stuffy tube tunnels, and a very humid weather that made me abhor wearing anything with sleeves, it was a so-so experience.

I’ll try and blog and might expand this entry tomorrow, with pictures, too.
I’m pretty sure there’s much more to be told than I am penning down right now…

Thursday

I actually got up without any problems around 4 and made my way to the airport.
The beautiful thing about going TO London is that the plane took off at 6.30am and landed at 6.50am.
With public transportation, it took about 1.5 hours to get to Viktoria’s and from there we basically left right away for her to print, bind and hand in her Master-dissertation. CONGRATS!!

So… we went grocery shopping afterwards and then headed towards Camden.

I bought a lovely new skirt and a cheap shirt at a cheap shop and couldn’t bring myself to buy more as I didn’t feel like trying on stuff (humidity and tiredness here) or spending more money.
I did buy a see-through umbrella and a tiny studded leather bracelet.

We then picked up Nieske at Camden Town Station only to have a big fat pigeon shit on my hand. YIKES…!

At least it didn’t hit my hair or my clothes… :-/
We went shoe shopping for a bit only to find that the cute shoes I was fancying were all sold out in my size
Nieske did buy a nice pair of trainers.

Exhausted as we all were, we went back to Viktoria’s place to cook up some dinner (with a vegetable called Okra) and then drank some girly white wine to get ready for the night out…

We went to the Metro Club and got flyers so the entry was free.
yay
Not much going on though, two stupid guys tried to hit on us and the feeling that the DJ might just need to practice a little more. sheesh. Talk about random playlists, seriously!

So, we called it a day pretty early. The only really interesting thing about the club were the VERY weird clothing choices of some ladies (like mini-mini-mini black latex-dresses) and the cheek some guys have trying to hit on you. Very creative. not.

Friday

Nieske wanted to spent the day on her own, so after sleeping in, Viktoria and I had some lunch (yes, it was that late…) and headed of to the Tate modern.
They had a photography exhibition on that I would’ve really loved to see, but again, was too cheap to spend 10 pounds on it *sighs*
I’m a terrible tourist (well, considering we decided not doing so much touristy stuff )

We went back home to eat and for Viktoria to take a shower before we headed off toward Brick Lane where Viktoria wanted to meet some friends for a small good-bye party.

Unfortunately, we ran really really late, so instead of being there at 7 as she had proposed, we got to the Club (93 Feet East) shortly before 8 :-/
So only one of her guests actually showed up, many of the others not having her cell phone number. We did meet an Italian and a Spanish guy who had just moved to London to live and work here, and, since they had to work, they left pretty early.

The inside of the 93 Feet East is REALLY not my type of club as it sounded like hard core electric dance music (I’m not good at telling genres apart in that area), but they sold wine by the bottle, had a nice beer garden and a booth that sold Thai food. yay.

We also had some Indian sweets that Viktoria bought for us to try, but for some reason, most of the time I was in London, I couldn’t really eat.
I’m guessing it had to do with me not sleeping and being stressed out. I should probably really go and get my stomach checked for any gastric disease..

Shortly before midnight we went to go to another club we had picked out beforehand (not in Camden), called The Borderline. Again, it was sort of a disappointment. They had live music when we came, but we missed most of the show. The guitarrist also looked about 17 and was picked up by his mum

Afterwards, the music, again, was…. well, let’s say very alternative… hardly knew any songs at all, again, the DJ sounded like he needed a little more practice (he also looked 17ish) and the sound. Oh my… The sound was probably the most horrible I have heard in a while, far too loud and screechy, it really, seriously, hurt my ears…

There was a lot of coupling going on on the dance floor from very all over the place 2m-gay-guys dancing to wall-flower office-workers finally getting around to going on a date – in their work clothes…
And the wittiest conversations in the girl’s room:
OH MY GOD, did you just see that?
- Yes, did he just kiss you?
OH MY GOD, yes, he just came up and I was like ‘oh’
- Oh my god, I saw and I thought ‘oh my god, did they just kiss?
I know, he just kissed me and I was like ‘oh, okay…’

I’m guessing you get the picture

Again, we left sort of early – at least earlier and more sober than I had expected…

And I still blame myself for letting Viktoria sleep on the thin little mattress I brough instead of having her sleep in her own bed. I’m just too much of a sucker for beds…

Saturday

As Viktoria was packing and saying goodbye to more friends, Nieske and I met up for the Portobello Road Market. We had really nice and sunny weather for a change but weren’t really in the mood for shopping.

As Nieske’s ankle hurt and my nose was running like crazy (I’m guessing allergies), we decided to sit and have some lunch. I forgot the name of the place, but it was cute, organic and had free Ice Water

Afterwards we made our way back through the city to the London Eye.
We really wanted to go. Really.
Even with it being expensive and all.

We just didn’t expect such a HUGE Disney-land-like line (or queue as they say in Britain) and so we finally settled on sitting in the park, eating Ice Cream and watching the Eye instead…
Was nice, too.

We met Viktoria back in the Brick Lane where we took her out for dinner in a nice Indian Restaurant called “Café Naz“.
The food and the atmosphere were really nice and I highly recommend the place, even though I could hardly eat 3 bites and had them pack some for me – even though I’m guessing it was actually too posh a place to usually do that. Ah well. I had it for breakfast at the airport the next day.

After dinner, we strolled up Brick Lane, looked at some street art and a bus/restaurant that was serving in the streets there and finally sat in front of the Exit (name of the place, silly!) for another bottle of wine.

A friend of Viktoria’s came to meet us there and after some nice conversation about wether there is some kind of divine force, the number of dimensions in existance, sex and who tasted better, men or women, we made out to put up some of his art on the london street walls. (By the way, apparently, I’m one of those people who gets everyone else talking about sex when they’re around…. )
He does digital art, this particular piece being a merging of a male and female body, however, due to the eyes and the small breasts, it still does look rather feminine (at least I think so).
So, if you see a black and white picture of a female torso looking just slightly off (like, in the fleur-des-lis-road) – that was us

Sunday

Of course, saturday night turned out the best in terms of easy-going fun and instead of being back at Viktorias at 10 pm, we only got back shortly before midnight. Having to finish packing still, that left me with two hours of sleep before catching the National Express from Finchley Road back to the Airport…

I sat next to this young black guy whose family was speaking… I don’t know. Some french dialect? But when he suddenly spoke German to his mother, not knowing I understood him, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Couldn’t really, anyhow, so I almost got sick on the bus, what with little sleep and me hating to travel by coach.

I had been warned that security takes ages at Stansted, but I was really early, only having to worry about an old guy trying to cut the long line in one of the airport’s stores.
He got all offended and grumbled something about him not having the goddam stick for no reason but I told him if he had just asked nicely, I would’ve let him go up front. But he hadn’t.
The woman next in line apparently let him in though, so he proceeded to almost lean on me and moaning and rambling in my ear until I was up at the cashier. yuck…

Anyhow. I slept through most of the flight, luckily, didn’t throw up and made it back home safe and sound before 11am.

I still didn’t have much use of the day as I was so totally whooped that I even slept through the interview for a shared appartment that I was supposed to go to.

Ah well, I’ve kinda decided on renting something on my own anyhow =)

To-Do-List

We made a list beforehand of what we wanted to do, so here goes:

mandatory:
1. Go out in Camden once
well, we just decided otherwise

2. get drunk and dance a lot
check – well, sort of.
3. sing somewhere, either cheesy karaoke or open-mic or both
no

4. have lots of fun with Nieske and Viktoria!
check

5. pretend to be British ladies!
check

6. eat at Wagamama
nope. I didn’t even see it.

7. Go to Brick Lane
check

not mandatory but possibly nice
- buy pretty things
check

- Go to the Tate modern
check

- not suffer from stendal syndrome afterwards
sort of check

- kiss someone pretty and/or sexy
check

Extra B-list stuff by Nieske
- London Eye (didn’t do that the last time I was in London, but it seems pretty cool, though expensive)
we stood in front of it, does that count?

- various tourist attractions?
no, thanks

- take pretty photographs
sort of check =)

Pictures

later…

movies do that.

You come out and you feel exhilarated by the music.

You feel like, maybe, you can fly, too.
You can be strong and courageous and take blame and still stand strong.

And yes, I saw “The Dark Knight”

I thought it was actually pretty good and I liked Maggie Gyllenhall. I like her voice.

I wish the whole feeling-good afterwards would last longer.

i kissed a girl and i liked it.

and guess what, Katy Perry, it didn’t feel wrong, I know her name and I don’t give a fuck about what good girls don’t do.

*sighs*

Just when you think that actually, homophobia is about to be extinguished, along comes this admittedly catchy but stupid song sending out weird, antiqued message. The video’s ditzy, too.

So, what’s wrong with the song since she kissed a girl? Well:
a) she’s disrespectful to her boyfriend and the girl (“i don’t know your name, you’re just my experimental game”)
b) she’s discriminating homosexuality in the way that she says “it felt wrong” and “I’m not in love … it’s innocent”, indicating that this is just some experiment that still leaves her normal, e.g. heterosexual. Also, kissing girls is not what good girls do”.
Basically, she doesn’t even do it because it’s cool, necessarily, but to be rebellious. Like a bible-belt teenager.

Vainstream 2007

On of those festivals I mostly went to because of the people…

Most of them got badly burned by the sun while I barely got tanned. Hr hr.
I saw Less than Jake and parts of the Dropkick Murphys (say, a head or a drum now and then)… Mostly, I curse my short body at these kinds of events because I’m just not built to go up front – let alone join the circle pit. So I never get to see the band and I could stay home just the same, pop in a CD and have better sound quality on top of that.

And not get searched by some brainless security guy who’s never seen a tampon in his life. *mwahaha*

a cellphone picture:

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ach, doch: Gestern auf’m Markt wollte ich Himbeeren kaufen, das Schälchen zu 1€, die Kiste (6 Schälchen) zu 5€.
Würde ich auch als Sonderangebot raushauen, schließlich war in jedem Schälchen Schimmel……….

i never liked coffee…

…but now i’m starting to experience why some people just need it…

It’s kinda scary, a couple of days ago I finished my first cup without milk (though with cocoa-powder and sugar) because I felt I needed it to cure my dizziness. It’s got to stop once finals are over!!
I never habituated this much to caffeine pills………….

On more solid terms, we discovered to new sources of fast food.

One is Joey’s Pizza which is probably well known throughout the world.

They do the exact opposite of other pizza-services. Most offer cheap food but you need to order at least, say, 9€ worth of food before they deliver. Joey’s delivers starting from 4,95€ but most Pizzas start at ~7€ for the classic size which is pretty small if you ask me.
However, I took the mediteranna pizza (baked with  Mozarella and Tomatoes, then topped with Rocket salad and Serano-ham) and it was pretty good!

The other is the new Arabian Specialties-Thing that opened right around the corner. I forgot the name…

I had the couscous and the boyfriend had grilled lamb and it tasted pretty original and homemade and yummy. And it’s kinda cheap (French Fries start at 1€)
yay.

read in may

Hector’s Trip

french psychiatrist (aka Francois Lelord) sets out on a round-the-world-trip to find out what joy truly is…
If you like ‘veronica decides to die’ this is a book for you. I personally found it very very simple and predictable, but it is nicely written. Finished it in a day.

A Child called It

Also a very easy and quick read as it is widely set and rather thin. Dave Pelzer allegedly tells his life under his sadistic mother until he was taken away by social services. It is at times very cruel to read and hard to believe. The book aims to tell the story from a child’s point of view which in parts succeed while at times you find yourself wondering how much is put this way with an adult’s consideration. Yet if you’ve lived through this you’re allowed to not make every detail of your book work.

A pale View of the Hills

I believe this is Ishiguro’s first book from the late 80s. He continues his elegic style with characters that make you want to take their heads and bump ‘em against a wall till they see what he makes you see. This tendency is somehow under-developed in this book though. I can’t really describe the book. I could tell you what it’s about, but that doesn’t do the story justice.

Ishiguro’s books are really not about what happens in them but about what he leaves out and what does not happen at all. However, this might be the most open and hopeful book I’ve read by him so far. Two Thumbs up always.

i feel i’ve forgotten a book…
of course, I started reading Garcias “Vivir para contarla”, the German version. It’s long and I might take a while, but I think it’s worth finishing and if for the title…