*spams her own journal while waıtıng for her two cousıns to arrive*

My fırst impression: The weather ıs SPLENDID today (unlıke the rest of the week), and the quarter where I'm stayıng absolutely awesome! There are a LOT of hıstorıcal buıldıngs here, I've just had a chai and awesome chat wıth a random carpet seller (and plenty of offers for more), have probably never been called "georgeous" or "beautıful" or "charmıng" that often ın such a short tıme ın my lıfe before (uuuh, thanks... I guess), have stopped countıng the tımes where people stopped me for a frıendly chat (all ın Englısh, sometımes ın German or French and by men, and only once by a woman ın turkısh untıl she notıced I dıdn't understand anythıng at all >_>), and have already taken a shıtload of pıctures. Good start for a holıday, I've never been that relaxed for months anymore!

*stıll waıting = contınues to spam*

So up to now, the rumor that turkısh people are very frıendly defınıtely stands the ground. Or at least the men, the women don't talk to me.;_; Even those who flırted wıth me (and they were quıte a lot of course) dıdn't do ıt that ıntrusıve scary way that I'm used to mıddle-eastern men ın Germany or France.>_>

Also, beıng ın mıddle of a whole forest of mınarets ıs awesome! The muezzın from the Blue Mosque started to call, made a pause and the mosque next took hıs turn. Then there were other muezıns from further away buttıng ın, and all of a sudden we had a whole chorus of muezzıns wıth occasıonal solısts or duetts. Crazy, but awesome!%D

*ıs stıll waıtıng*

*and gettıng hungry*

Havıng cucumber and feta cheese and tomatoes and olıves and anythıng-but-pork-sausages for breakfast also was very refreshıng, I lıked ıt. I'm waıtıng for them to have turkısh omelette for breakfast too,I'm quıte curıous about that. Hmm, I'm wonderıng what we'll have for lunch now. My cousın proposed to go to the Grand Bazaar, and I'm sure there we'll be nıce restaurants out there. Turkısh food looks goooood!

She just called, fıve more mınutes maybe? I guess I'll send thıs entry before she comes then... Have a nıce day, I'm sure I wıll!

I wanted to write a long entry with my aventures du jour, but writıng on a turkish keyboard is da hell. Why do they have a sıll 'ı' ınstead of an 'i' where the 'i' should be?D:

Asıde from that, total ınternet fail yesterday evening. I couldn't even access to the weather site, whıch was.. not cool!D:

Today on the other hand, complete weather fail, namely at Zürıch. (Miruuuu, why do you people have to have so much snow ın Swıtzerland?!D:) The result was that we left Zürıch about 3 to 4 hours later, then had turbulences, then had to fly some extra loops around Istanbul (stıll wıth turbulences)... and I'm sparıng you the rest.

But what I saw from the Hagıa Sophıa and the Blue Mosque already totally seem worth the trıp, oh, and my cousın took monday and tuesday free just to meet me, so tomorrow I mıght be havıng lunch or dınner or both wıth my famıly!:DDD

Nıce tımes are to be had, despıte the weather forecast predıctıng raın, raın, occasıonal freey,zıng temperatures... and snow. Yeah.e_eb

And the 'ı' ıs drıvıng me crazy! Well, I should call thıs a sıgn that bed-tıme now ıt ıs. G'nıght! *sleeps off*

It's kind of nice. I just think, hey, I feel a bit down, but too bad, no one's here to cheer me up and hold my hand while I work, when there's an email coming in in exact the same moment.
Facebook of course, someone completely unknown has added me as a friend again. *rolls eyes*
And attached to the friending notification, a PM, beginning with a very polite "Bonsoir". well, good evening to you too.

"vous etes belles ."

*laughs* Why, thank you!<3 I won't even comment on the weird ponctuation or spelling, but everyone likes to hear that you're beautiful, especially from totally unknown people.
Thanks for making my otherwise rather bad day, whoever you are, although maybe not in the way you intended. I still won't add you, but it definitely cheered me up, I'm actually still laughing!


I don't know, do you also have that many random people adding you on Facebook? And usually only guys with middle-eastern names? I always thought that it's completely normal on that kind of community, but I begin to wonder whether I should take down that picture of mine after all. I never liked to have pictures of me in the internet anyway...


Okay, back to work now! Four more parts out of ten and I'm done! I'm just dreading the reading-through-and-add-last-corrections part...;>_>

I wanted to post a squee about how I finished the rough translation-and-taking-notes for the paper I've been working on for months now, but especially almost all day and good chunks of the night for the past two weeks. And now, I just feel like whining instead.
It should be so easy to type those 2678367467267327 pages of handwritten gibberish into a text editor, shouldn't it? So why, why does OpenOffice choose to go crazy right now? Why won't it accept French as the standard language and please to be checking on spelling mistakes in French and not in German thankyouverymuch. Because I'm going to end doing something atrocious like shooting puppies if I'm going to have to change the spell check from German to French for every single word I'm typing. And now it won't even copy and paste properly, it keeps on pasting text I copied hours ago, no matter how often I copy the text I need to be pasted right in the moment!

I.. I don't know what to do. I could hope that having a break and go for a walk would magically fix a thing or two, but I don't really have the time for that. This morning I woke up and hoped I might be done early enough with my work schedule for today to actually do something productive like going to the supermarket and buy food... which I start seriously lacking by the way, but no, I keep wasting my time with google in the hope someone somewhere on the net knows what I'm talking about and has a miracle solution to that.

Mah life, it sucks! Why can't I be already sitting in the plane to holidayland now?;__;

This very morning, it was on the news that the H1N1 epidemic has now officially stopped in France.

A few hours later, I hold my very firstest letter from my new health insurance in my hands, even before I got their official show-around id-card. (yeah, I'm finally in!\o/) A letter, or rather a pamphlet about how the H1N1 virus is zomg so dangerous and we'll all die and how I have to go and get vaccinated NOW and how much of an unsocial monster I'd be if I didn't because really, think of the children! [/sliiightly exagerated of course, but the message is still pretty obvious]

Signed by the Minister of Health and Sports, Roselyne Bachelot-Narquin in person (or well, a copy thereof, but you get what you can get, right?), I should feel honored.

Wasn't there a scandal a week or so ago about how the Ministry of Health had ordered too much vaccine and didn't know what to do with the huge stock now as people just aren't interested? Not that I'd suspect that to be in any way related or something of course.

Way to become my new bestest buddies, guys. Not that you still needed that, not after all those friendly chit-chats I had with you those past few months since september you know.>_>


brb, doing laundry. And looking forward to it. Or rather looking forward not to have to live with that huge pile of dirty laundry spread all other the floor anymore. And have some fresh clothes in my closet once again.
And then learning for my last exam tomorrow. After having somehow managed to survive the 4-exams-a-day hell yesterday.x_X *still ded*

Just two days. Two days of reflection, and I'm going to Turkey! This has to be a new record!oO

With the gracious help of my wacky internet connection, which was unusually friendly to me today and even allowed me to stay connected long enough so to enter my credit card number without trouble, I have now proudly booked:

- one round-trip flight to Istanbul via Zürich to halfway decent hours (yeah, first time using Swiss Airlines! I think I heard good things about them...?)

- 5 nights at the Bahaus Guest House, which seems to be about the best hostel in Turkey according to the reviews and the hostelworld references. Located in Sultanahmet wherever that is which seems to be right in the middle of everything historically/culturally related, and with panoramic view of the Marmara Sea. Sounds good I guess.^^b

I hope I won't regret doing this, but truth to be told, I'm somehow awfully excited about it. Especially since this will be my first "real" trip all alone and I've never done such a spontaneous trip organization before.


Uhm... yeah? \o/ [/realization slowly catching on]

We have currently -3°C in Paris, there's beautiful white snow lying everywhere (and not that muddy black something that happens whenever the snowflakes are actually touching the ground). I'm lying deeply buried under two blankets (plus one occasional hot-water bag) because that's like the only place where I don't feel the cold, my room reveals to have a heat insulation like a cardboard box and I'm blowing what few was left of my liquefied brain into all the tissues I have left without having to go outside and buy more.
And I have 6 exams this week, a paper to finish till thursday I have no clue what the prof wants us to write (and so has the rest of the class apparently, after interviewing some other people), and a good friend I'm very happy to see again but who couldn't have chosen a worst moment to come to Paris. When I will still have 5 more exams (plus the paper) left to go. Oh joy!
I wanna go away from here! Somewhere where it's warm!;__;


Maybe I should just give in, be some spontaneous crazy person for once and behave like the student in her twens I'm supposed to be and buy some tickets to Farfaraway-land, economy class please. Somewhere where it's warm. Or at least warmer than here, which shouldn't be too much of a problem as long as I don't head for the north. Or don't decide to go for hiking in the mountains.
( On the top of my list since yesterday, when that Lufthansa promotion came flying into my mailbox: Istanbul! )

Because 'belated' things are my specialty now, as everybody knows. And because I was either too groggy on new years day or too busy shopping or reading to write anything coherent since then.

In a first entry, I wanted to whine a little about stupid parents who'd almost ruin the very last Christmas we were spending together as a family before they get (hopefully) separated, but I wanted to stop whining in my lj before I have filled out my ratio of positive entries for a change. And Christmas got better anyway, a facade of happiness, but that's still better than fighting and crying if you ask me.

Then I almost posted a rant about how I hate shopping when I need something asap and of course the current fashion doesn't seem to have anything fitting my needs, like classy skirts and tops for New Year's eve. Go figure. But oh well, I found a nice black skirt after all, although I'm still wondering why there were NO pretty tops AT ALL that weren't just some simple cotton t-shirts with some extra glitter (and the glitter costs 50€ more than just the shirt, apparently). But I dealt with it by wearing one of my favorite blouses, so that was ok as well after all.

I wanted to rant even more about make-up and how I hate to use some and how my face looks like Clayface in his half-molted stadium when I do use make-up and start to sweat. Like that occasionally happens when you spend the whole night on the dance-floor, you know. How some women manage to apply their make-up beautifully and stay beautiful even after a whole night at the club will always be one of the bigger mysteries of life to me. Seriously. But apparently the guys didn't complain, although I'd like someone to explain me how exactly I managed to have three dance-partners for the whole night (not counting my friend's boyfriend with whom I danced for about two minutes maybe). It was fun, a lot of fun even and definitely good for my ego, but whut how did I do that?!

I could go into some details and write about how we were spending the night in a club on the 25th floor 101 meters above Frankfurt, watching the amazing fireworks and how much I missed dancing to house/dance (I'm old to like that sort of stuff, yeah, I know, but not old enough to enter a club without having to prove I'm at least 21 it seems. orz), even though I was ranting the whole time before how I didn't want to go and rather spend a good and relaxed evening at home.>_>

I could also whine about how much work I had to do during those holidays and how I have barely done anything at all. And that I'm not exactly looking forward to those three weeks coming now where I'll have to do all the work I haven't done till now. Oh yeah, this month will be HELL served on a silver platter, and I should better swallow and ask for more if I want to pass this year!

I could also stop writing in that annoying "I could but I won't but I'll do it anyway"- style that has somehow sneaked into this entry. Like, right now! orz

( But instead, I'd rather spam you with a meme. Because answering memes is obviously more fun than packing your suitcase or finish your uni work.:'D )

Free to use as usual, go crazy if you want to bother. And now I should seriously start to pack my suitcase or I'll have another short night and last-minute packing again. *le sigh* Let's see when I'll have internet again this time...;>_>


This year's resolution: Write more interesting entries. Because srsly!

I hope you're having a nice and comfortable evening today, with or without a Christmas tree and presents and stuff whether or not you're celebrating christmas, but with delicious food in any case. And for those who do, I hope the Christkind is going to be generous to you this year too.;) *boycotts the CocaCola gramps this year for no particular reason*
It certainly was for me this year already, and this although we're handing out gifts on 25th in the morning in my family: A microwave/oven/grill and a rice cooker/steamer for my kitchen, a fluffy red carpet you can drown in for my cold room in Paris... Oh, and not to forget Tosh. My new sweet baboo, partner for life (or at least for the next few years I hope) and assistent for all kinds of work, and sexy on top of that with her shiny silver/anthracit skin.:D ~♥ And without whom I wouldn't be in the internet at the moment, nor able to listen to my long lost mp3 collection or spend so much time staring at her sexy monitor instead of actually doing the shitload of work I'm supposed to do during the holidays!>_<
Ahem. Anyway, merry christmas, frohe Weihnachten, joyeux noël and, uhm, merii kurisumasu (or why won't my new laptop allow me to write in kana/kanji despite using the japanese keyboard?D: Crap, that's another bug I have to fix soon...;>_>) to you all!~♥

A few words while my internet connection is working:

I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Thanks a lot for your comments, and although this isn't exactly anything new, I'm very sorry I haven't answered yet. Let's just state that said connection is of quite variable quality and the (alas few) moments where I didn't have to wait about 3/4 hours and refresh the page a trillion times in the hopes to get the pages loaded, I usually tried to work. Except for now. Where I should be working like crazy especially since I even missed three important classes just to do that exactly, but no, I'm doing stupid polls or personality tests instead. Wh00t!

Well, yeah. I'm just writing once more to complain about teh stupid internets and my lack thereof announce that on top of not having internet, I'm most likely not to have a computer either anymore, at the earliest this evening when my brother is visiting for dinner, or at the latest on sunday. Since my brother, who's been doing the crazy Tour de France November Edition Bike Rally (which I sort of really admire him for, because I'd never have enough adventure spirit for that myself) is back in Paris and wants his laptop back. Most understandably so. Which is why I'm currently killing a whole forest just to print out all the data I might possibly need until december before I have to rely entirely on public library pcs of variable efficiency or - God beware - Internet cafes. (No seriously. Those I have around here look like I have to keep my thick winter coat on and type with gloves, not to mention that my brother just complained in his last mail about a server that broke down when he was just about to send away a very long and detailed email. Why don't we have those japanese manga kissaten/internet cafés around here anyway?D:)

Oh well. Maybe I might just be able to finally start working for that Japanese Proficiency Test in one and a half weeks...;>_> If I don't have to run around for a computer/internet access for some random homework that is. orz

Anyway, have a good time, and don't break the internet while I'm gone!~♥


And last but not least, Happy Birthday kegom!:D ~♥ I'm afraid emails aren't exactly my forte at the moment (the GMX site not being the most stable one with my reduced capacities), but I still have to send you a letter anyway. Which I didn't send off in time for today, as you might have noticed, although it's been two months I planed to. orz Uhm, can I still blame all the rl stress for that or doesn't that sound like a good excuse anymore?^^;


Außerdem, @ minami_ozaki: Ich habe gestern endlich meine Bahnkarten für die Weihnachtsferien besorgt und komme am 18.Dezember heim. (Das ist doch der Freitag, oder?) Ich weiß nicht, ob da noch Weihnachtsmarkt in Frankfurt ist oder nicht, aber hättet ihr Lust dann (oder nach Weihnachten) etwas zu unternehmen?:) Hast du eigentlich auch noch Kontakt mit Lora und den anderen zwo?

*is still pirating other people's wlan connection*

My problems with diverse administrations are now entering the realm of 'utterly ridiculous'!

Aside from my problems with the telecoms, the affiliation to the health insurance isn't exactly doing any better. I told you that they sent me all the documents back for the simple reason that they were too stupid for mankind to notice that the empty form they sent me was the same as the filled out form they returned in the same letter, but still advised me to fill this new one out? And that they suddenly remembered (once more) that I have to bring this or that absolutely vital paper with me for them to being able to work on my affiliation request?
So last thursday, I was ill and slightly beginning to freak out because I still wasn't affiliated to any health insurance anywhere. It's not like I'm afraid no doctor will want to see me if I don't have the little magic card with me. But well, let's imagine I have 39something degrees Celsius and not exactly the best motivation to explain why exactly I have no health insurance for the moment or that I have to pay all by myself. Or I have an accident and am unconscious. Not a nice train of thought, really.
So guess what arrived with the mail on friday? Good bet, the long-awaited letter from the health insurance. And what wasn't included in the letter? The nice little notification that my affiliation is complete and the implicit message that I can get as ill as I want now, I don't need to worry about administration stuff anymore.
Instead, I got all my documents back - again. And a letter telling me that there is still another certification missing for them being able to accept my affiliation.

I'm not even ashamed to admit that I cried like a baby. For about two or three minutes. For some reason, this helped, and then I just felt almost ridiculously calm. Or maybe that's not the best word to describe my feelings, I really felt just empty. Oh, and whatever was left of my trust in mankind also shattered to some million pieces, but that wasn't much anyway. Not anymore. It's just another waste of time to have to wait in the line for another hour, deal with another unfriendly clerk who'll love to pretend that all of this is my fault really and wait another three weeks to get the next notification with another request for a certificate they suddenly need to acknowledge that I even exist.

And to make all the fun complete, another insurance I subscribed to one and a half months ago and thought that as I haven't heard from them yet, no news might for once be not-so-bad news (aka they're slow, but make no trouble) revealed to be just slow, but not without trouble either, since I got a mail from them today. Where they wonder about the bank account I have "given" them along with my subscription and ask for a confirmation that they're allowed to take the money from M.[insert long Arabic name here]'s bank account on my behalf.
. . .
I'd love to insert a *headdesk* here, but really, I'm not even surprised anymore. This is getting so ridiculous I can't help but shake my head and smirk and add a mental note to call this insurance as well and ask how the hell they managed to switch bank accounts. Very professional, really. I don't even have the energy to feel excited about this anymore. Just amused, in a very very cynical way. I'm almost looking forward to what will come next. And whether anyone will be able to top that.

Ok, and now I'll better to forget about all of this and work on the presentation I have to do till thursday or I'll never get done in time.D: Especially not with all the administration stuff I have to do again. orz

Why hello, it’s been a long time, how have you been?
Contrary to popular belief, I haven’t had a car accident, haven’t been involved in a plane crash, haven’t died from any flu that might be in vogue these days or whatever you might imagine.
Nor have I been avoiding you on purpose, no really.
It’s more like I seem to be a bad luck magnet these days. ( ”Here )

So, uhm, and how are you? I’m really afraid to ask whether I have missed something important, because I don’t even know when I’m going to be online again. Even checking mails has become hard those last weeks since the only free internet access in the computer rooms of the other university I sometimes sneaked into got barred for students with no authorization, and even then I rarely got the occasion to read my livejournal.
So just you know, I haven’t forgotten about you guys and I miss you. Dearly. Surprisingly, I don’t miss the internet so much as I thought as I have more time to workread and do other stupid things, but I really miss you.

Hi again,

this is just another sign of life.
And alas, yet another memo that I won't be much around the internet for a while.
Because my wonderful project to go to McDonalds or another place with wlan/wifi (what's the most common term in English anyway?) with my notebook, download all my emails, answer them at home and send them the next time I connect went poof the moment my computer died. *headdesk* The last thing I needed, and of course it had to happen now. orz

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So today I thought, hey, let's take a few hours off and let's go to McDonald's. Thus I'm sitting here with my coffee and a chocoglacé (a chocolate brownie with something that's probably supposed to be vanilla icecream - minus the vanilla flavour - and some whipped cream, not bad, I can recommend it) and abusing McDonald's wifi (wlan?) offer.
To check my emails.
More specifically, waiting for one urgent email.
From the secretary's office for the economy studies I'd like to pursue.
Which I didn't receive yet, after one week of waiting.

Color me surprised.

But oh well, since I'm here already and nothing more to do than some more cleaning (and seriously tired of it), I'll just write a word or two to say hello. So... hello!:) *waves at you*

My room has gotten a lot more livable and comfortable, I'm now the proud owner of a fluffy woolen red carpet and a fold-out futon-bed/chair that takes way too much free place but where I have spent about every free minute (and all of my nights) I had since tuesday, I still have to buy a new mattress because the one I have now is rather ugh, I still have to finish to clean the shared shower room but at least I can have a shower now without catching nasty diseases that probably don't even have a name yet (no seriously, I'm not even exagerating when I'm telling you that it probably hasn't been cleaned since I'm gone. It was absolutely disgusting! I'm still wondering that I didn't have to run after any cockroaches, but they probably couldn't even access to the tub because the plug hole was stuffed to death with hairs and stuff I don't even want to know what it was).

Oh, and I'm not done with the administrative part yet. Not at all. Because smart as I am, I lost my french id card. Well, I found it this morning in my camera bag of all places, whatever clever thought pushed me to put it in there, but the office I have to go first in order to be able to do the rest - with the copy of my id - is closed on thursdays of course, and it would have been a tad bit ridiculous to go with my german id earlier instead. So I hope I can finish with most of that stuff tomorrow, but aaaaaas I still don't have the email from that one office to confirm that I am actually allowed to ask for a form to enroll in their particular branch, I won't be done this week, that's for sure.
Oh I love this uni more and more with every day that passes. For almost the first time in my studies, I've been wondering whether I should just give up and return to Germany (or some other place other than France) for the rest of my studies, but I guess it's a bit late now to change my plans this radically before the new semester starts. And I don't want to have done all this cleaning up for nothing. lol

Well, just two more years... Time passes so quickly, doesn't it? *le sigh*

Moving around is fun!!!:D

Sort of. Kinda. Which must be the reason why I never stop.

Lemme see, I moved back from Japan, emptied my suitcase(s) in the throw-everything-in-the-wardrobe-and-shut-the-door-REAL-QUICK way, then I carried I don't even know how many cartons including one carpet for my brother (and he'd better be grateful about the bathroom and the kitchen I scrubbed for him, I've rarely seen such a furred-up bathroom in my life) when he had to move back to my parents place shortly after I came back from Japan.

And now I'm at my uncle's place near Versailles for one week already and taking advantage of his phone and internet connection, because I currently have neither. One week of driving to Paris with my mother with our car packed up till the roof with Schtuff, painting the walls, alternating some cleaning up and messing around, doing some more paintings, messing up some more, and packing some more Schtuff into our poor car after one delighting afternoon in IKEA-Wonderland. Fun Tiemz, I'm telling you!:D Except for the messing around part that is of course, oh, and the usual administrative nightmare that awaited me in my university. With the ever-usual semi-unhelpful staff, closed offices when they really should have been open and forms A675 you can only obtain when you have acquired form Y894 which you will only be handed out if you have filled out form G320.
This year's bonus: Not only did I reach the magical age of 25 a few years ago which disables you for most benefits of being a student, as a now 28-year old Methuselah I shouldn't even be a student anymore. At all. Which means that I have to pay every social securities and insurances like a real grown-up with a fixed salary. Which I haven't.

Oh joy.

But except for one little evening of total depression because life as a 28-year old student in France sucks (and why in the world have I decided to study in FRANCE of all places???) and one minor case of I'M-BLOWING-THIS-WHOLE-SHIT-UP-YOU-JUST-WAIT fantasies, I'm fine. And surprisingly cool about it. So I have to stay in France despite not having classes before october maybe instead of returning to Germany with my mother in our car yesterday, so what. This'll simply give me some more time to play with my new IKEA furniture which I still have to unpack if I want to have a place to sleep in this night. Fun Tiemz, that's what they are!


This insignificant anecdotes from my life aside, yeah, like I told you, no internet. Which sucks a lot, especially as I won't have my line before in about four weeks, same for a land-line phone. I hope I'll manage to choose a prepaid mobile tomorrow or the day after, but otherwise, I guess I'll have to go and drink a lot of coffee cups at MacDonalds for a while. Unless I manage to take a flight back to Germany end of the week or probably rather next week for a week or two, but that depends on so many factors I can't even start to write all of them down. We'll see about that. *sigh* I just wonder when I'll finally be able to relax for a few days in a row (which I couldn't for more than a day since I've been passing the japanese profiency test beginning of July *headdesk*). Where has my comfortable little old-woman's routine gone while I wasn't watching???;_;


Okay, I'll write more on another day, it seems like lunch will be ready soon and then my adorable favorite uncle has agreed to give me a ride to Paris after lunch, which saves me a ride by train with 132868488 bags on my shoulders and a few kilometers of walk from the nearest station to my home. Have fun!<3

P.S. @ bluemchenblatt
In case you're reading this, I'll give you a call as soon as I have a phone if that's ok with you?:)

Good thing I haven't had enough time on my own to miss Kiku as much as I expected yet I guess...
I'm still waiting to finally wake up and realize I'm back in Germany though. The reason why I didn't even cry or regret to leave Japan although I was SO close to burst up in tears in the metro a few hours before I zombie'd my way into the train heading for the airport, with my 6367363 tons of hand luggage on my shoulders?
Probably my last evening with my japanese friend Sakuya, with whom I ran from one Softbank shop to another in order to cancel my phone contract (which isn't difficult at all, actually, unless you try to do so past the closing time of said Softbank shops *headdesk*), had a last orgy of yakiniku barbecue and finally butchered a few innocent songs in Japanese, English and German at the karaoke before I stumbled back to my hostel. Where I managed to close my eyes for about three hours (can't really call that sleep when I was all tense not to miss my waking alarm of my ipod) before I fumbled my way through the dark of my dorm at quarter to four in the morning and sleep-walked to the nearest station to take the first train of the day.

And currently, I'm still curing out my jetlag (it gets better though), hang around with my family who insists on having a look at every single little tidbit I brought back from Japan, went on a marathon shopping tour with my mother at the nearest outlet village yesterday (300€ are goooone! *whines* But at least I'm really happy with the shirst and sweaters I bought), was dragged along to a garden party of some of my mother's friends (but it was a okay, since they had bratwursts!*__*) and, uhm, I don't know what else. I barely had any occasion to switch on my laptop yet, which is to say to what extent I've been busy, but since the weather is nice (it's hot, but NOTHING like the humid heat in Japan!<333), I'd also be just happy to sit around on the terrace and enjoy my book about mediterranean history. I'm currently reading the chapter about how Turkey claimed about everyone's vital regions, and believe it or not, a thriller couldn't be any better right now!*_*
Too bad I'm going to help my brother with his moving instead...>_> Lemme see, this is the second moving on the list after my own from Japan, then on next monday I'm going to move again to France... *headdesk* Oh well, I guess there are worse hobbies to have out there. I suppose. But at least I hope to have some time left to go to the pool or even have a day to travel to some place here in Germany where I haven't been yet or something... And answer to comments. I'm afraid to look up for how long I have neglected some...;>_> *rolls up her nonexistent sleeves* (But first, lunch. I hope so. My just hear my father rant about how the grill died, I hope it's not the only grill we have!;__; *wants her Nürnberger sausages*)

Finally, after almost 11 months (minus three days) in Japan and six days before I leave the country, I felt my first "real" earthquake.
Which isn't anything great at all actually, but considering that I managed to sleep through every single effing earthquake until now, regardless how strong everything was shaking around me, it became a matter of pride!òó

And true to what my friend wrote in her blog only yesterday or the day before (when there was another big one I happily slept through), mere seconds later, you'll find all the information you want broadcast on tv. Apparently the magnitude was 6.5 this time, although the epicenter was somewhere in the see, so Tôkyô and the neighboring prefectures only felt the magnitude 3. No need to worry says the announcer, although it feels a bit weird to me that this is already the third(?) bigger earthquake in a row in about four days now, not to mention all the damage the last taifun has done...

Except for that, the quick status report before I dutifully have to get up, get dressed and pick up my mom at her hotel (she's leaving tomorrow for Germany) and have one last stressful tourist day to Kamakura (and maybe we'll manage to squeeze in some kabuki this evening).
I'm back in Tôkyô (for about... three nights now?), not as exhausted as I expected from our trip through Japan, but still falling in my bed right from the moment I can and sleeping through earthquakes the ringing of my alarm clock almost every morning. orz And I only sliiiiiightly panic when I think of what I still need to do (administrative stuff, packing, sending stuff away, cleaning up, kill that mold on my bathroom wall, remember to buy and find some stuff for my master's thesis...) and what I want to do (go out with my friends, buy some more dôjinshi, buy more books about cooking, origami...)

Okay, I'm off again, maybe I'll have some more time when my mom is gone, but I wouldn't bet on it.:-\ (Is it weird that I want some real holidays, maybe involving a nice little beach and some cool drinks or something, when I just came back from two weeks of hotel hopping? *facepalm*)


And, uhm, kegom, wasn't there some info you wanted to give me, like a DVD title or something?^^;

Remember my very special friend, the pervert?

Yeah, that one.

He was back.

Masturbating in front of my window.

While I was sitting calmly on my bed, hanging out in the internet.

And I didn't even see him!

It was one of my Swiss friends who came to me afterwards (she was on the phone at that time) to tell me, and - surprise surprise - her description matched mine completely.

Yeah, color me happy to hear that some repeat stalker masturbates while watching me in my own room and I don't even notice.~_~ Fortunately, I'm not taking that as bad as last time, and if he comes again I probably won't be there anyway. I'd love to go and talk to the guy in charge of the residence's security tomorrow, but unfortunately we don't have a picture (my friend recalled that only later, like me last time), and I'm not sure what they can do anyway...:-\

Good thing I'm leaving Japan soon after all. It's not like Paris weren't full of perverts too (and those are even more dangerous than in Japan if you ask me), but at least I don't need to worry that much about someone watching me in my room... with their hands in their pants!Oo;



And, uhm, I still haven't finished my report by the way. Let's see whether I can speed through the last page this night, otherwise I will have a very nasty last free day tomorrow before my mom arrives in Tôkyô on saturday...;>_>

Why does my journal consist more and more of "Hey, I'm still alive! *waves hands*" entries? Same for this entry, I'm afraid:

Hi there, everything's sunshine and flowers for you? Yupp, same for me, life's brilliant as always, thanks for asking!~♥

. . .
This is getting really embarrassing. Life's not bad, except for the weather that's still trying to kill me either through the sheer heat and especially humidity or the quick weather changes (helloooo circulatory collapse, it's not like I missed you or something). My monitor isn't exactly helping my headaches, which is why I'm currently trying to spend as least time as possible with my laptop (I really really really need a new computer), but today I don't have much of a choice again, considering that I have to type up my report. The report in five pages (in Japanese) about my research results in Japan that is due until the 31st of July. Which really means that I have to be done until end of this week, because my mom arrives in Japan on saturday and I have better shit to do than send her to all of Tôkyô's museums while I'm sitting at home and writing my report.

*sigh*

Oh well, I can't blame anyone but me and my lack of discipline and organization once again. Except that I still hate the weather and my head hates the weather too and I want to go out and enjoy the occasional sunny days and I haven't even a week left for myself in Japan before I'm busy with my mom and AAAAAAARRRRRRGH!

[/panic end]

On a completely random side-note: Why is it usually no trouble at all to find a resume for a book (especially an older and relatively significant piece of literature) in all the western languages I know, but not in Japanese? Either I fail to find the right sites and keywords, or Japanese don't do that kind of thing. Stupid wikipedia, as if I were interested in a list of the complete cast of all tv dorama and movies ever done based on this novel, it's the resume I want to read and copy in my own words into my report, I don't want to read that whole thing again just to write a stupid summary *baaawwwwwww*!>_<


Aside from that, I know I fail once again to answer comments. I'm very sorry I disappeared from the net like that once more, and unfortunately I can't promise whether I can reply to every comment until saturday. Depends all on my report, really. (That, and whether the weather is nice enough to enjoy Tôkyô a little more on my own before trudging round all the tourist spots with my mom again.)

Baaawwwww, I want to write fic again and enjoy my free time and spam you with hundreds of stupid comments and entries and baaaaawwwwwww!;__; *kicks her report*