Before I start recounting what happened on the weekend and during the week, I would like to apologise for any typos in this blog. I know as an author I should know how to edit (and also because I had ONE fucking course editing and proofreading at uni, thank you for nothing University of Innsbruck) and believe me, I can. I am just to lazy. Editing, for everyone who has no idea what that is, means reading through what you have written AGAIN! Now you might think after writing it, reading it again seems kind of...we,, full of yourself, and believe me that is the reason why I don't do it (and because I am too lazy to do it and have better things to do). So, sorry, but I hope it doesn't make this here unreadable.
Soooo, to my week. Veeeery long. Veeeeery tiresome. My proteges had term break which meant I had no break at all. Children all day long, come rain, come shine (it was rain mostly). So, I was very tired on Friday, but got off sooner and decided to go out (yes, I am talking about me. I am lazy and prefer my TV, but still, sometimes I go out). In the headline it says Meltdown and people who were looking forward to reading about me having a huge big meltdown, I am sorry, but I have to disappoint you. Meltdown was merely the name of the pub we went to. I know, this is like in a book where the chapter heading sounds really exciting and the resolution is really lame, but to cheer you up, another publisher has just rejected my manuscript, so there was a real meltdown this week as well... Anyway, the Meltdown. It was a pub related to gaming (a game called HearthStone, never heard of it...) and, what else, there were a lot of geeks there already participating in the "tournament". Yes, there was a tournament for this online game (I didn't even realise when it started, they really have to work on their promotion...) and this tournament consisted of ten geeks sitting in front of the screen, playing cards. Well, different tastes, I guess. To be frank, the first hour was pretty boring as I am not into gaming; however, I soon warmed up to some people and had great international talks (not that I took international calls, or so, it was just talking to people from different countries). I learnt that I might not be too old to still have a decent career and that computer games, indeed, are a waste of time (none of the players told me that, I figured it out on my own). Later that night I met A and she was awesome. N, A and I just laughed so hard during the night (our topics included a new style of going to the toilet when you have your period which features a tampon being swung over the head, so that everyone knows what's going on). Hardly ever have I had such a hilarious - and estrogen-laden - talk. I hope we will meet at some point again to revive the conversation about how to use tampon applicators (really, how is that supposed to work? Did a man come up with this shit?) When I came back, N and I talked till four o'clock in the morning (yes, still talking about me) and slept until twelve the following day. Then we had a proper girl day, like in films. We went out brunching and then she did my hair (Good Job for the first time, by the way). Today was Zumba class and I decided to become a Zumba instructor, even if that makes me even more cliche. Honestly, I was kind of feeling embarrassed for myself, there I was on a Sunday morning, up before eight o'clock to have a sports class and drink Chai Latte and have a breakfast consisting of banana and apple - how low can you go. Don't get me wrong, it's great to do something good for your body, but some rebellious part in me flinches (the teeny, weeny teenager who refuses to grow up, I guess) when I do things like this. I mean Chai Latte in Starbucks? So cliche. Well, at least I am not doing Yoga or I could as well shoot myself (or become super slim and rub it into other people's faces how "relaxed" I have become since starting Yoga...no rather shoot myself). Honestly, I enjoy feeding my body with good food and doing sport, but I just don't want to admit it because that would make me a healthy person, and these are the worst (no, vegans are, but they think they're healthy, so same area). We are programmed to think that badasses are cool and people who do what is best for them lame and so admitting that you like being healthy just makes you boring compared to people who eat junk food and drink coffee. Anyway, trailing off here...today was really good only that I am catatonic about having to write a short story for one of the uni applications and never have I felt so uninspired as in the past days. The task is writing a story which starts with one of the sentences they sent you and although I have already finished two stories, they seem...well underdeveloped. I just want to write something perfect and extraordinary, is that asked too much? Well, probably...
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What a weekend!
People who know me well know how awkward because normally they look like that: Saturday: I get up at about ten and have breakfast at about eleven. I start watching some shit on Netflix and about four o'clock realised that I haven't eaten anything yet and gobble up something that only remotely resembles anything you should have for lunch. I write on my stories or read because I have a bad conscience for having watched too much TV. I start watching TV again and loll on the sofa (or bed) until it is beyond midnight and eat something completely unhealthy at about eleven. Then there is Sunday: Pretty much the same as Saturday only with the difference that about four o'clock I fall in a deep depression because it will be Monday the next day. However, this weekend was different. On Saturday I, indeed, had a slow morning, but in the afternoon I went to work at the party entertainment service. My co-worker C invited me to a party and because I thought it would be in Kingston (she lives there) and agreed to come. Well...it wasn't. It was in Shadwell, East London. About one and a half hours away in an area described as the capital of crime. Great! C's friends had a housewarming party and in the pouring rain and stormy wind, we were led to a snug flat by her friend (who moved into the flat with his boyfriend, so shortly, his flat) and I saw the most awesome toilet. Well, not really the toilet, but look at the pic, and you will see what I mean...very efficient, indeed. I spent some great time there, met wonderful people and had thought-provoking conversation (including how to stuff a mole and the difference between English and German grammar). At some point, I had to go home because I was afraid that if I don't get out in time, I won't be able to get home at all (but I made it without being raped, thank God). And for the first time in...like a long, long time, I only got home at two o'clock. On Sunday I went to a morning sport's class (I am so proud of myself that I went despite me coming home late the day earlier). I was like the women I judged a couple of months ago, with my sports attire and a Chai Latte in my hand (so cliche, I am sorry). N and I had a great Zumba class and afterwards (after a shower) went up to London to see the "Alice-in-Wonderland-exhibition" in the British library. As usual, the best part about the exhibition was the shop. The shop! It had thousands of editions of Alice in Wonderland, jewelry, bags, postcards, etc.etc. The exhibition was quite interesting, though. We saw the first editions and early Alice merchandise. I have the feeling Alice in Wonderland was among the first books that had, besides the text, a lot of fan articles and merchandise involved - some even created by Lewis Carroll himself. In the shop I bought a notebook (because a hundred are not enough) and a cover for my oyster card (my main oyster card). After the exhibition, we strolled around London and soon reached King's Cross. As die-hard Harry Potter fan, King's Cross is special, of course, and so we decided to go inside. In King's Cross there is a suitcase cart half in a wall alluding to the HP books and I took a picture there when A and I were in London for NYE. I could easily find it again, as there was a huge crowd in front of it, but I discovered something else which would simply MAKE MY DAY! A Harry Potter shop right beside cart!!!!! My heart started thumping and I rejoiced with happiness. Immediately, we went inside and admired the different sections which led from coins, sweets and wands to T-shirts, jumpers and hairbands, one of which I bought, Gryffindor, of course. Furthermore, I bought a Platform 9 3/4 ticket cover for my Oyster card (my main card, the Alice was dumped for my Nanny Oyster, that's how far it can go...). Things like that make me feel so happy about living in London. A Harry Potter shop only forty minutes away from me. You know what that means. My birthday can come and a huge treat to myself with it!!!! Finally, we sat down between King's Cross and St. Pancras to have our lunch boxes (yes, we brought lunch boxes with us and I tell you what - the content was more or less pretty healthy!!) There we found this awkward cage building with a swing in it (it's a bit difficult to see in the pic, but it there, promise). N and I started a discussion whether this is the depiction of British education, a little bit of fun, but in a cage. Anyway, we thought it was an awful symbol, a swing should never be in a cage. Whichever message you send with that - it's definitely wrong. Yes, and that was it. My weekend. Quite exciting (for my standards) and I was quite glad when the week started again, for some rest at last ;-) I don't know whether it's just me, but I feel I have no sense for discipline. Has anyone else ever noticed that they start doing things and then simply cannot keep them up?
Well, as all the magazines are full of tricks how you can avoid eating chocolate by having enough fruit in the house, lock it away (probably not buy any, to start with), there must be a common ground for this problem. When I was a child, I started doing ballet, quite successfully, which is never a good thing in ballet. Don't get me wrong, I like being the best, I just don't like being bullied for being the best. In ballet my teacher did the only wrong thing - she praised me all the time and soon as was the least popular girl in the class as one of the other girls had enraged all the girls against me (yes, Lisa, I am talking about you!) So, i dropped out. Well, it was probably not due to a lack of discipline, but certainly I threw something away where people appreciated and praised me (my teacher, at least, did). Admittedly, I was about seven or eight and a bunch of girls being mean to you when you that age would have required a great deal of toughness to stand up against - especially alone. Anyway, as a child my biggest passion were horses and I started riding and didn't suck at it. When I was a teenager, I abandoned that, too, because riding was overtaken by dancing again. Jazz dance, this time. Which I abandoned for the same reasons as ballet (yes, mean bitches of the Polai Jazz dance school who thought I was arrogant but actually was just shy and hoped someone would be nice to me I am talking about you). Probably I don't lack discipline but didn't have the balls of steels to do dancing. The area many women probably can identify with is sports and dieting. I mean there is even a term for putting weight on and off. At the moment, I have huge issues with my thighs, as my cellulite makes them look as if I was eighty, so I started a strict routine of sports and calorie-controlled eating, and now, two weeks after I started, it's wearing off already. I start munching chocolate bars with the excuse that I will eat less tomorrow or make up the calories with sport (which I sometimes even do, but that is not how you lose weight...) Right, the reason why I am pestering you with this talk is because I started this blog and now hardly ever seem to have the time (alright, I do have the time, just not the discipline, see) to regularly update it. I am so fed up with myself always starting things and never pursuing them long enough to make something good out of them. I aired ONE Youtube video for my baking channel. I did TWO concerts and no more, I started learning the guitar and still cannot play it, I started learning the piano and still cannot play it...etc,etc,etc... Ok, enough whining. I want to update this blog more often (also to keep you informed about me failing to lose weight, of course) and hope you have enjoyed reading it so far and looking forward to reading it in the future. On Sunday, I intend to visit an Alice in Wonderland exhibition, so that should be interesting. |
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