Oh great!
1 day till a good friend's birthday and only 4 days till my own and what happens? I get the fucking flu!! I don't believe it!
Now I'm sitting here with loads of drugs that are supposed to help me getting better - yeah right, as if they'd do that, only make you feel dizzy in the head! - and tons of hot milk with honey and still I'm almost coughing out my lungs. Grrreat! And as if that wasn't enough by itself, I've got a constant body temperature of 38.8° Celsius since I woke up this morning. Also, my head feels like some sort of swampy sponge...

I love the month of April.

Summertime...!
Ah, bliss. 2 hours of sun-bathing, 21° Celsius and no end in sight. Plus I'll turn 21 in a bit more than a week. And I got a place to live at from June on and it plainly rocks!!
What else could I possibly ask for?! (Well, except for the woman of my life, but I'll continue to say that patience will pay sooner or later...)

Comments?
Now where the bloody f*** did my "comments" button go to?!?
I hate it when providers don't do as they're supposed to.

[Edit]
A simple apostrophe in the site's name caused all the mess with the comments. Simple, but effective...

Murphy strikes again
So there he is again. I was already wondering if he had forgotten about me in his old days, but obviously he had not - and as usual he returns with a boom: my plans to move into one hell of a nice room in a living community (if that's the correct translation; if not, sue me) came to a sudden halt when I received today's only call.
"Hate to bring bad news, but we've decided for the other two applicants for the rooms."
Yeah. I'm sorry too. Chances were 1/3, so I guess I shouldn't be taken too much aback, given the fact that "everything else" in my life went rather fine lately. Still, it sucks. I was seriously looking forward to that room and the other people in that community...

Oh well. I guess I'll just have to have a quick look into the paper on Monday when I'm home and there'll be other nice rooms or flats to move into. Otherwise I'll stick to my backup plan - but I somehow got the feeling that ol' Murphy's just waiting for me to do that...

Gin
Gin is evil. I've learnt that this weekend. Not because I'd have gotten myself wasted with Gin, but because a good friend did; she made me learn a few things I'd have preferred unlearnt, but I guess "such is life" and all.
Yet again, my private life is chaos par excellence. Maybe it was precognition after all that made me choose my nickname of Captain Chaos years ago... *sigh*

Apart from the Gin adventure, the weekend has been major fun though. Helping friends moving into new flats and rooms usually satisfies me in a strange way I can't exactly describe. I can't wait to move myself out of home...

What are rules good for?
So I had a weird dream again. Not "weird" as "Gorundhog Day weird" but still weird.
In said dream, a good friend of mine and I are hanging around at some place I don't recognize, but here's where the weirdness already starts: she's all about trying to seduce me! (And she is - according to her own words - in a "happy, monogamous" relationship)
So eventually I ask her, why she's doing this.

"Because rules are made to be broken. And I like breaking rules."

Heh. O-kay. Needless to say, it was a fun dream. ; p

Welcome to the real world(?)
This morning, my alarm clock beeped, I awoke, got up, went downstairs and got into the shower.
That was the moment I heard my alarm clock beep. 'Weird', I thought,'didn't I just turn this damn thing off? And it's up in my bloody room, why do I hear it downstairs??'
That's when I awoke. I got up, went downstairs and got into the shower.
Or so I thought. Because at that moment, I heard my alarm clock beep.

Since this time I awoke, got up, went downstairs and got into the shower and actually showered (without any additional alarm clocks going off) I think I'm in the real world now. I felt like that guy in Groundhog Day, just that I never got the chance to rob a bank or kill myself...

'Ace'
If you've ever seen South Park, and if you've ever thought Terrence&Philip were the funniest guys in town, then you'll like this.
The "embarassingly long, stinky wet fart, really bad" kind of reminds me of that one South Park poster with Kenny and a sign reading "Please excuse me for being late, I got explosive diarrhoe"; but my personal favorite is the "short sulphurous giggler, barely noticable"...


P.S: Can you spank the monkey at more than 577 mph?

I'm "officially" insane
Heh. Hehehe. Muahaha. Hahahahhahahhhhahaahha. Hahaha. Heh.
You have to check this out. Try not to laugh for 60 seconds. Seriously try. I failed after five, and I'm running that site as starting page and background sounds now. Heh.

Rattamahattata
Holidays. Loads of free time to spend on the internet in hours and hours of IRC sessions, nerdy wake-up calls at 0330 to check my planet in Planetarion, free nights to go out and party with friends --- this is life as it should be!

Additionally, I'll have my own flat soonish - at least as long as everything happens according to my plans, so "heh" - which means ultimate freedom on weekends, no party-break at 0030 due to sucky late-night possibilities with getting home etc etc etc ...!

Ah, this year seems to be a good one.