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I started a new project for those of you living in the area who are interested in watching movies in their original language (OV), with subtitles (OmU) if applicable:
Enjoy!
I’m okay today. Pretty good, actually.
No stressful exams, enough sleep, work is okay, the sun is shining and I spent the weekend with friends. Yay.
Finally ,something good comes out of my allergies.
As of today, I’m officially partaking in a study for meds against hay fever.
In the long run, I’ll be desensitized against grass pollen AND earn money for it.
YAY!
25 years and never set up a computer before. But now I have, yay 
Installing Vista was actually really easy once I figured out that I should rather use one DVD-drive than the other, because it takes a lot less time to figure out that the image I downloaded from the msdnaa server is corrupted. or was corrupted, even after downloading and burning it again. A well, I got a copy from a friend which is German, too, so all’s good.
The only problem is that my monitor has a dvi output but my graphic card hasn’t. Kinda sucks and I hope the component adapter a friend promised me, will do the trick, because otherwise the quality is awful :-/
Okay, I’m off to bed. I consider this applied computer science studies, by the way
and “working” in the office …
*meow*
Woah, this was an almost perfect weekend !
I actually cleaned up my flat on Friday morning and then fetched my two ex-roomies from the train station.
We went grocery shopping together, cooked, had sparkling, white and rosé wine and went out to dance. I haven’t been dancing in SUCH a long time and it was so so good! They played so many great songs – but most of the music was so old, I felt like I had been transferred back to the old school days. I guess, I’m old
I head-banged a lot (and still have a sore neck from it) and we fended off some weird, cocky, staring guys who seemd to think that once you notice them you really really want to dance with them.
Nope.
Anyhow, we walked back around 3am and it was just really nice.
We spent the whole Saturday chilling at my place and we even tried a Yoga-DVD. I fell asleep
Actually, we had planned to pay a visit to the Christmas Market but the weather was rainy and yucky, so we stayed on the couch.
I’m sad the girls left, the visit kinda made me want to live with them again, those were good times and I regret I wasn’t up to more fun back then *sighs*
yeah, I’m done with the thesis.
Handed it in on Monday.
Still, I didn’t post til now because I’m still really busy and was really really wooped.
On Monday we went out to eat and I had a cocktail. We were in bed before midnight, and I was on campus before 8am, but I wasn’t really relaxed…
So, on Wednesday, after class and after a bit of work, I went home around 3pm. I just wanted to take a nap and get back to work by 4. Insteadt I slept til 6, brushed my teeth and went back to bed til 8 on Thursday.
I guess I really needed it 
Anyhow, I wasn’t all that refreshed on Thursday (after 16 HOURS OF SLEEP!), and was in bed early, again. Since I’m depriving myself of caffein and any pain killers (idiot-me), I had a really bad headache, too. But I was better on Friday and am okay now.
Of course, all that sleeping didn’t help me get anything done.
I finally got the keys to my new appartment yesterday and went to my “oriental fitness”-class at night, so now I have a busy weekend ahead with planning the graduation and, of course, packing.
And catching up on classes. Two weeks into the new semester and already having to catch up. *gah*
Also, I’m sneezing, but I can’t get sick before Nov. 4th, when the graduation’s over and I’ve (hopefully) moved…
I really can’t wait to live in a clean place where the internet works, and if there’s a mess in the kitchen or hair in the shower, I’m the only one responsible for it…!
I’m finally done with the f*** assignment.
Now I can fully concentrate on my BA-thesis – and on my dad’s birthday on Saturday. I’m cooking for 9 people, that’s a first…
I have good friends who offer me really nice things, like cooking for me
Unfortunately, I have no time. Last night I was up til 2am, actually working.
Go me.
Now, I only have to turn that toward working for the thesis rather than for the job.
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…
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