How do you even pronounce "Tumblr"?

So, it is August. Switzerland is going wild with fireworks in my backyard. It is pissing down with rain. I had 2 bottles of Beck's Gold and am quite ashamed of it. And I just accidentally opened a tumblr account. Yes.

I hadn't even been on a fecking tumblr page in my life. And then I was bored and reading advices on everyoneisgay.com (cause I am gay and need advice on it, obviously) and accidentally clicked on someone named "melodicmischiefwithgoodcause" who, on her tumblr blog tells the world how she has worn a bikini and had fast food and painted her nails black and 97 other daring things and how she REALLY DOESN'T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS ABOUT HER NOW. So in my mind I went "aww" and wanted to be 16 and overly melodramatic again and so kept clicking on more and more tumblr accounts and then, all of a sudden was asked for my password and my email address. And now I have a tumblr account. Cause you don't really have to register, see, you just have to give them your email address once.

I don't know what to tumblr. (Do you use "tumblr" as a verb?)

Most people, I've noticed, use their tumblr blog to post pictures of either Tegan off Tegan and Sara or a piglet/piglets and then put quotes under it like "The recovery of a lost sould begins with the finding of your own." Aha. Yes.

I can do that.
But maybe I'll just try to find the button that will delete my account and click it. By accident.

unhappy hair day

I'm not very fussy when it comes to my hair. Usually. But I like looking older than 11, so that I can buy beer. And despite all the gayness I like looking vaguely female, too. Right now, though, I look like a four year old boy. With breasts (which just makes it more awkward.)
I haven't been this unhappy with a haircut since that girl with the pink hair used a hair straightener on me and dyed my fringe blond.
I wish it was Christmas and Santa would bring me hair restorer. I wish I owned more hats. Maybe I'll just shave it all off and get a tattoo on the back of my head. Suggestions?

Life is good, like.

I have been back from London for almost a week now and it was AMAZING. It was a really short visit, but Ros and I crammed a lot of fun stuff in. Like a visist to the lady's pond at Hampstead Heath and expensive beer in Camden Town. And amazing lime sorbet at Marina Ice Cream (Best Ice Cream Place in London!) and then of course on Saturday it was Pride. I love Pride. I wish it was Pride more often. Like once a week. I want to see gay poeople in public and sit around Soho Square drinking cider all day. Compared to last year's Cologne Pride London Pride was a little less well organised and the parade wasn't quite as exciting (Cologne probably is just the best place for parades in Europe...). No one threw condoms around and amazing costumes were rare. But for me it was still more fun, cause there were lots of lovely people and everyone was nice to everyone (and I'm not really in a need for condoms anyway), while in Cologne people gave you wary glances and no one would talk to each other. Germans are so unsociable sometimes. Someone should take all of Britain's gays and put them into Cologne Pride some time. I love Pride so much, that I actually didn't really mind missing the first half of the Germany-Argentina game. But I am quite glad that I got to see the second half with a few British and German people in a little pub at Leicester Square, cause that was amazing.

Screw the world cup post, tho.

Cause while the football went a little wrong there, the other day, life is good.
I bought a lot of things, which made me really happy. (That makes me feel a little materialistic. Oh, well.)

I bought the following:

1. A new wallet. It is real leather and a very dark green. It has two pockets for notes, so I can have all my pounds in one and all my euros in another. It has a lot of pockets, which are perfect for all my credit cards and it has a special pocket for my ID-card. It looks a lot nicer than my old brown corduroy wallet, which I loved a lot, tho. I bought it six years ago for 2,50 at Primark. It was nice in the beginning, but lately it made me feel like a proper tramp, no matter how much money was in it.

2. A new bag. After losing my little black army bag I have been looking for a nice little new bag for weeks and weeks. I even made Ros come to Camden town with me, but while you can get pretty much everything else there, they seem to be unaware of the existance of little black army bags. (They know them in Notting Hill, tho, that's where I bought the last one.)So today I took my courage in both hands and entered The Scary Shop here in Konstanz. It sells whips and DocMarten's boots and knives and anything that is black and has spikes on it. I expected to meet huge bald men with nose rings and tattoos on their foreheads, but turns out an old lady in a flowery blouse owns the shop. She was very friendly and spoke in rhymes and she sold me the exact same bag I had lost for a tenner. HAPPYFACE

3. Lights for my bike! I can now cycle around town in the middle of the night without constantly watching out for police cars, which is quite relaxing.

4. A Tent! I am excited about this. It is the first house I ever bought. It looks exactely like the one on the picture below. Only the white is grey, really. Jules helped me to set it up in her living room earlier and it is bigger than I expected it to be. (A little too big for a living room, actually.) The front porch is, anyway. Doesn't matter, it is lovely and I will move in in early August together with Ros when we go on our bike adventure around the lake.



Now I am a bit skint. Also cause I spent a shitload of money at an amazing Ska/Rock concert the other day. It was fun. It started with Julia and me getting pissed and moshing around with sweaty big men and it ended with us jumping into the lake in our underwear and getting more pissed.
Now I will have to be very good and drink only cheap, cheap booze for a few weeks, cause I am planning on amazing two months August+September. CAN'T BLOODY WAIT!

4:1, really?

OK, I think I am ready for a World cup post now, but I have to get more pissed first and celebrate this.

Ponyrock

I had been planning on writing a proper World Cup post for weeks, but somehow I never got around to doing it, so I decided to just leave it. It's still going on for a while and maybe I will write one, if Germany beat England today and I get more excited about all this again. If they won't I don't think I'll want to even think about this topic for another 4 years.

So instead this will be a post about my last week. It was a good week. I had little chats with Juan, who I miss incredibly these days. I think it's because of the football. He is mainly one of my best friends because he is the only one who gets as excited as me every time Germany is playing. (Example, a minute after we lost the game against Serbia last week I received the following message: "LEIN - This is fucked! I hate my life!") Haha! Bless him.

On Tuesday I went out with Alexa ans Kirsten and had the girliest night out since I was 14. We giggled a lot and talked about pubic hair styles and ex boyfriends. Quite embarrassed. (But not too embarrassed to blog about it.)

We then met again on Wednesday for the England and the Germany match. We looked ridiculous and spent a ridiculous amount of money on beer and greasy food (cause we all were still so hungover from the day before), before a group of old men, who were obviously enjoying our short-skirted-low-cut-necklined-drunken-flowery-Germanness, started refilling our glasses for free over and over again all evening.

I went straight home after the Germany game, tho, cause I had to give a presentation on Thursday morning. Can you imagine? ME walking away from free beer and football merriness??? I hope my presentation group appreciated the fact that I turned up in time and completely sober. GRMBL.

Then Friday I had THE BEST NIGHT since I moved back to Konstanz, seriously. Now I look a little bit like the Milka cow with all my purple spots and my bike looks a bit like I found it in the lake with its twisted mudguard and dirt all over it.
Still don't dare to have a look into my wallet and see how much money I spent that night, oh dear...

Current countdowns:

6 days until London pride
4 days until Lonodon
30 minutes until Germany playing England

0:0

Yeah.

Don't really know what to say. Wish I'd written this yesterday.

I think I am the most frustrated person on earth tonight and i just want to get pissed at an Irish beach right now with beer and vodka and Juan.

Instead I am lying in a German bed without gin and (luckily) without Juan.

Campen ohne Schnecken...

... und das drei Tage lang!

Ich campe ja sehr gerne und auch praktisch jeden Sommer mal, aber ich muss schon gestehen, dass ich, als Schneckenallergikerin (Oh - Weiblichkeitsform verwendet! Gender Studies paying off...) schon immer so meine kleinen Sorgen habe. Vor allem weil ich einmal mit meiner Freundin Katja beim Kinderkulturzentrum mit campen war und die hatte ein knallorangenes Zelt. Und das war am Morgen voll mit Schnecken. Als einziges. Früher dachte ich, es läge an mir. Jetzt weiß ich, dass es wohl das Orange war. Knallige Farben ziehen Schnecken nämlich genauso an, wie Zitroneneis mich. Darum trage ich auch nur braun und schwarz und grau und so. Sicher ist sicher.

Jedenfalls war ich schon darauf vorbereitet, bei meinem ersten Campingausflug mit Ros und all ihren 250 Freunden einige Lacher über mich ergehen lassen zu müssen, wenn ich quietschend und weinend über eine feuchte, schneckige Wiese hüpfe und mich den Rest des Wochenendes in einem Dixiklo einschließe. (Ja, fänd ich weniger ekelig.)

Ist dann aber gar nicht passiert, weil das Wetter in North Yorkshire absolut perfekt war und unser Zelt dunkelblau! Yayay!

Auch sonst war das Wochenende im Norden einfach super. Die Leute locker und betrunken, das Bier brühwarm aber naja-Festival-halt, die Musik unbekannt aber fantastisch, die Hühner aggressiv aber nur zu dritt und die Landschaft rau und verlassen aber atemberaubend schön und heimelig.

Mehr Details hier erstmal nicht, da ich sie entweder nicht mehr weiß oder weder mich noch andere in Schwierigkeiten bringen will, falls die Polizei das hier liest.

Jedenfalls: Wer mal Lust auf ein kleines, senioren- und kindergeeignetes, alternatives, brilliantes Festival hat, einfach auf das nächste Rough Beats achten. Es lohnt sich!

Der Rest meiner englischen Woche war auch schön und sonnig. Haben ne kleine Radtour am Canal lang gemacht und uns dann in nem Pub bei Angel mit Kirsten betrunken. Waren im Kino, mehrfach frühtücken und saßen faul im Garten.

Und jetzt bin ich wieder hier und hole Schlaf nach. Gut's Nächtle!

ketchups

Right. It's been a while... again... and a few nice things have happened. Then a few less nice things have happened. I kind of don't want to write one giant confused blog entry about all those things, cause I am a neat and tidy person, as you all well know.


But then again, I am too busy these days to plan things through (or write more often), so here is the rest of May in one giant confused blog entry:



Oh yes, the table.

So, my parents bought a table. That is big news, because they've been talking about doing this since we moved into this flat. That was in *tries to remember* 1998.

Lots of things happened that year. My brother started school, my mum had to go to hospital, I bought my first and last pair of high heels. (Don't remember what my dad was doing. Probably celebrating Lautern winning the German championship.)

It is probably only my family that needs 12 years to buy a table. (Once it took my aunt 2 years to decide on a bike and when she finally went there to buy it, it was gone. I don't know if she has decided on another one, yet.)
Then again, it is the first table my parents ever bought (anyone who's ever been to our flat might have realised that most of our furniture is flea market stuff...) and obviously they want to think it through properly and buy the perfect table.

They ended up buying one they saw in a catalogue and it has a spot where the varnish is missing. My mum is very unhappy with it. I like it, cause for the past 24 years I was the one who always had a table leg between her legs. So I am quite excited about my new leg room and can't stop moving my feet while eating.

Other than that I haven't been very active lately. I had planned on going to uni by bike all the time and going for lovely long walks on the weekends, but somehow the Weather Gods destroyed those plans. That was one rainy May...

Except for the weekend when it was important that it wouldn't rain: Yayay! Ros came over for a couple of days and we did get to sit in beer gardens and parks a lot and get a little sun burned. (Fank you, St Peter...) At one point I spilled ten beers at once. That is my new record and I am very proud of it.

Next month more exciting things will happen. Tomorrow evening for example I will go to London to have a late night pint with my girlfriend and maybe buy a new bag. And then we will go to a festival in Yorkshire, which I am looking forward to a LAAAWT.

Also the World Cup will start. I am getting ready for it. I washed my Germany-Shirt and put all the Germany games in my imaginary calendar.

the same weekend it starts, though, the big flea market in Konstanz is taking place. I can't WAIT to go there, cause I haven't been in years. And it is the bestest flea market ever. It is. (Apart from the beer stalls close at 11 pm...)

So yeah, I am quite excited about June. Hau rein!

NovemmmmMMMai?!

Also, inzwischen habe ich eine neue EC-Karte. Mein Pin ist mir noch nicht wieder eingefallen. Wäre ja auch zu schön gewesen... Habe jetzt angefangen, mir aufzuschreiben, welche Zahlenkombinationen es alles nicht sind. Ich find's irendwie voll den scheiß Service, dass die einem nicht einfach nen neuen Pin geben, wenn man an den alten nunmal nicht mehr ran kommt. Ein neuer kostet 25€! Ja klar... dann brauch ich auch keinen neuen Pin mehr, wenn ich euch meine 25€ geb. Zum Abheben hab ich dann eh nix mehr. Haha!

Ansonsten regnet's immernoch. Ich liebe Maibowle, aber es macht keinen Spaß, sie zu trinken, wenn man das Gefühl hat, es sei November. Liebes Wetter, du hast jetzt 5 Tage Zeit um dich zu verbessern. Sonst heißt's: Durchgefallen, nochmal von vorn das ganze Jahr. (Oh... grad ne interessante Idee für eine Kurzgeschichte gehabt...)

Tja... ihr seht ja, mit meiner Stimmung ist es zur Zeit nicht allzuweit her. Mich deprimiert dieses Wetter so unglaublich, ich würde am liebsten den ganzen Tag nur auf der Couch sitzen und nichts tun. Nicht mal lesen, nicht mal fernsehn, nur Decke über den Kopf und Schlaftabletten schlucken.

Und da wo ich ohnehin die ganze Zeit lieber wäre scheint auch noch ununterbrochen die Sonne vom Himmel auf all die Britischen blassen Gesichter und wie ungerecht ist das denn bitte?

Ich will weinen, aber sowas mach ich ja nicht mehr.

*kotzt*

On Bohemians

Okay, genug von Fußball (für nen Monat).

The last couple of days have been rather... stormy. In different ways. So I tried to maintain the boringness of my life by doing laundry and dishes and homework.

I spent a lot of time in my bed reading. For example I read a novel by Willa Cather about Bohemian pioneers in Nebraska, which she wrote in 1913, I think.

At one point she lets the farm boy Emil say: "What did you ever burn John Huss for anyway? It's made an awful row. They still jaw about it in History class."
And his Bohemian friend Marie answers: "We'd do it all over again, most of us. Don't they tell you in your history classes that you'd all be heathen Turks if it hadn't been for the Bohemians?"

Well, it confused me, cause it wasn't the Bohemians who burnt Huss (who was Czech himself, innit), it was the people of Konstanz. And I know that, because I grew up about 200 meters from the place where the poor guy was burnt at the stake in 1415. And if Emil is annoyed by still having to learn about it in 18something I can only say that another 150 years later there's still lots and lots of little Czech grandmas coming to Konstanz every year, bringing flowers and weeping bitterly, as if they'd been close friends of John Huss himself.

Sorry for that excursion. Reading those two sentences just was one of the more exciting things happening this week.

Even excitingererrr, though, was my friend Rebecca visiting on the weekend! We were lucky with the weather and actually could enjoy a few sunny moments with white wine at the lake. Was lovely!

And then on Wednesday it all got a little too exciting, actually, when I met my friend Anja for cocktails and beers and more beers and tequilla and I lost my First-Day-in-London-ever-bag with a mobile and a wallet and keys and my London map in it. (I always take the London map everywhere. Just incase.)And then I got in a proper fight with a big dark haired guy who I hopefully will never meet again. I am thinking about growing my hair out and dying it blonde and maybe getting a nose job done, so he won't recognise me so easily. There's such few people in Konstanz. And as we've learned that they like to burn people alive from time to time I probably should be a bit cautious from now on...

That's all the news for now. My weekend doesn't look very promising. Plans so far: work on Saturday and a big band concert on sunday, so basically: stress and jazz. Urgh.

Next weekend will be lovelier, though. Ros is coming over for a short visit and we are going to sit in beer gardens and plan our summer holidays, which will involve bikes and camp fires and tents and a lake.

Kann kaum erwarten, dass es endlich richtig Sommer wird - aber morgen is ja schon die Kalte Sophie und danach kann's ja nur besser werden... :)