WAWAWAWA.

Nathan is coming from the city of Angels to visit ussss! The old crew is together again yay yay yay.

gloomy december.

it is so cold, that it literally hurts. i hate painful cold. on another note, my right arm is really swollen, it hurts baaadly.
ive been eating a lot of lovely austrian bakery in the last 2 weeks making my face look like hamster. nom nom nom!
christmas is not far away, i cant wait to enjoy the lovely (hopefully) snowy landscape and mountains in austria. nye ive got to work though, it will be the first time in my life that im not going to spend time with my friends. BOO.
check out this lovely blog...its magical!
http://wirrow.blogspot.com/

servus, baba und auf wiedersehen!

a little song for you and me.

if you are weird, can i be weird too?

remember...

cups of tea, extraodinary italian wine,
18" american pizza slice,
pro evo evenings,
the miami apartment,
stuffing ourselves like piggies, christmas in vienna, lying underneath the christmas tree, sending each other youtube songs, dressing up as bears, calling someone a CF

an education.

I'm nearly 24 years old.
Reality hit me real hard today. I have no idea what I'm going to do, where I'm going to be this time next year.
Slowly but surely a lot of my friends moved away from Liverpool, leaving behind fond memories of the past. What is left is the sweet feeling of melancholy that comes over you when you get nostalgic. I never understood how some people just wanted to be a grown up as soon as possible, getting a shitty job that pays them enough money to get fucked at the weekend. Their only prospect in life would be to get enough money to forget about their job that would make them miserable half of the time, so they could go away and forget about it.
Oh well.
The thought of a life like that makes me as sick as MLA referencing. (?!?!?!?!??!!)

wawawawawawawa.

...no words

honest and sharp. beautifully written. oh cry cry.

still
this morning i made you a cup of tea
and cleared the children's toys.
yesterday i played your favourite cd
and the neighbours complained of the noise.
-rachel adamson

this afternoon i made us both a sandwich
and then i made our bed.
next week i'll still be thinking of you,
and next week you'll still be dead.


casual grief
after you died
i fucked a lot.
fucked for the affirmation
of life, of desirability,
of pretending to be normal.

normal
raced away
without a backward glance
and left me by the roadside
an untouchable
out of bounds kind of girl
a casualty of fuck and run
bandaged with numbness.
sitting in the gutters of grief,
pretending
that every man who passed
nomadically through my bed,
loved me really.

but after sunset,
the cold space beside me
gnawing at my sleeplessness
my heart would ache
across the darkness
longing to be warm again.
-cate jacobs

homesickness and selling yourself to hollywood

i feel incredibly homesick today.
home is where your heart is.
i'm sick of the red brick city at the moment, i'm fed up with dirty chippies and one pound shooters.
i wish for snowy mountains and fresh air.

on another note, i went to see jennifer's body today. seriously, diablo cody is one of the most overrated writers ever. and thats just my humble opinion. just because she used to be a goddamn stripper who found her muse doesn't make her the new brainchild of the indie film industry (the academy must have thought that though in this particular case). to me she is just another whacky fringe with stripper heels that puts the all american image into one script. i know commercialism sells, but come on it would be refreshing if people would move away from the stereotypical horror flick shit...megan fox as the sexy cheerleader who devours the quater back, the emo and the indie boy? god almighty.
even though i'm a big fan of le foxxy fox i'm disappointed to see her wasting her time reducing herself to roles of being the cliché sexy biglips babe who constantly says the word fuck and tits.

ahh well. diablo cody you are the devil. please write a good script.

post edit: there is hope out there. fresh from the imdb site.

'Am I the only one that thinks Diablo Cody is a terrible writer? Though I did enjoy it, Juno was extremely overrated, and this piece of crap cements it for me. I hate Diablo Cody as a writer. Her contrivance and witty attempt at being hip and relevant just doesn't fly. I will give her credit for trying to look at dialog from left of center, but people don't talk like that....well except maybe Diablo Cody. But I didn't go to see a movie full of Diablo Cody's, I went to see a movie with moving characters you care for. If they die, I should care, which I didn't. and the "twist" ending made the Happening look like Citizen Cane, and I'm talking in this day and age where my future unborn children already know what rosebud is. It is still more of a reveal than this movie. It was a shame because there were same great actors in this movie and Megan Fox. Though I will give both Cody and Fox credit, because she actually fit the dialog well, but it doesn't make me hate it less. I found myself bored, and bored in a horror movie is unacceptable. I've seen some awful horror movies too, but never have I been this bored. I gave this movie 3 stars, one for Amanda Seifried, one for the (in my opinion) under appreciated Kyle Gallner, and one for the few interesting shots throughout the movie. Notice NONE for Diablo Cody!'

you expect the worst but hope for the best

life is difficult enough, it's like the hero's journey...always an obstacle, always a threshold to overcome.

things that annoy me massively...

-rainy weather that makes you smell like a dirty wet dog
-hangovers that wont go away
-my neighbours horrible mix cd that is constantly on repeat
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the list could be endless...but anyhow, doing a really interesting module at the moment exploring the identity of women in popluar culture. i know it sounds lame but when i was writing my essay today i was thinking about the dynamic between men and women. in recent years, ive seen relationships blossom and end which is tragic to some extend. coming back to the identity question, how many women do actually change for their partner? how much do they give up of themselves? i remember those girls who would suddenly dress like their boyfriend, talk like their boyfriend, be 'into' the same things as their boyfriend. im not arguing that every single woman on this planet gives her own identity up to fit into a certain scheme...but a lot of women do. you dont really see man suddenly becoming this alter ego of their girlfriend? hardly. it kind of makes me sad when i see girls like this, proving its all for the boys. sure, we all started to listen to a certain band after someone else introduced us to them, but its about changing yourself to be like one of the boys. it seems quite like childish approach to a grown up relationship. maybe its me. this society has to change, drastically.

'Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at'
what a quote. so true though.

sweet sweet nostalgia...

people say, if you can't accept changes you can't live.
the other day, i got very nostalgic over a song i haven't heard in years. i forgot how much i used to love oasis, seriously. it's weird how the most simple words can make your heart drop. i spent the last two days listening to 'the masterplan'. i suddenly felt thrown back into my first proper flat in vienna and all the memories just came back into my mind, just by listening to certain songs. funny how we seem to associate a lot of songs with a certain part of our life...





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yaaay! mags and mags got our blog set up and are ready to go.
can't be really fussed to write something now but i'll post a video of song that i used to heart so much. (even though don henley fans will probably be a little bit sick in their mouth, OH WELL)

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