Congratz!

To myself. I am post #51, so the last one was post #50. If you add the posts I vomited wrote into my old blog (Su's Cabinet: The Old Rantings), I guess I have 100!
This calls for a party.
Kenny, you need to get a webcam ASAP so we can have awesome conversations. If you don't I'm going to find out where you live and hump your dog. (You don't have a dog? I DON'T CARE.)
Leon, if you don't have a webcam yet, you also need to get one! And we really have to chat sometimes. I never saw you on MSN!

BTW, that is not a joint, that is one of these party things that go like 'PHUUU' when you blow into them. (Don't even think about writing that thought into my comments-box, Kenny. I SEE YOU!)

Happy New Year!

I couldn't go on yesterday because my New Year's Eve tradition says to play video games all day. So I did, and had great fun playing Saint's Row 2 on my PS3. (How much fun could it be, playing a fat drag queen with a female voice? He/She is awesome!)
Then I went to my mum, at about 23:55 and we waited. As it got midnight, we watched the fireworks. (believe me, everyone around our house has their own firework.)
And THEN we sat down and sang German Volksmusik songs. Until four o' clock.

This is the reason why I've slept until now. Basically I wanted to tell you all (and especially Kenny and Leon) a wonderful 2010, the best of luck and so much fun. I hope your year will be awesome!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

How has your day been so far?
I've been reading, taking photos, bathing, snuggling my dog and listened to music. (And reading Nightmare Fuel Tropes, but that doesn't count.)
Anyways, I don't have an idea what to write now, because I am tired and feel a bit sick, but of course you can go forward and comment to anything that might be on your mind.

Love, Su.

Unfortunately, this interlude has to go on.

Yesterday, my cat died. Okay, I have to correct myself, he had an apoplectic insult and then was paraplegic waist down at about 12:30. My mom was in shock and didn't know what to do, but she drove him to a vet, where she was told that he had to get to a clinic in Piding immediately. There, a neurologist examined him and told my mom that he had heart valve failure. Probably all his life, but this time something happened. And he also said that she could either save him from all the pain he would experience if she wouldn't let the doc euthanise him, or that she could waste a lot of money for the cat, see him lose his hind legs, help him pee every single time he has to and in the end have him die anyways.
She decided to do the former, because we really love him, and just let him go, spare him the pain.

My grandpa took me into the living room while I was reading my Mickey Mouse, as I do every Friday. I thought he wanted to tell me that I shouldn't say this or that ever again ad he always does, but he wrapped his arm around me and told me that Felix is dead.
I started crying, locked myself into the bedroom, then threw up three times and finally calmed down again.
I tell you, drawing is the most comforting thing you can do. I drew a picture in red and black and wrote LIFE on it. And one in beautiful colors, with DEATH. I love those two paintings.
And I drew Felix.

Just to warn you, I don't want to talk about him too much, I know he is well now, I felt he feels good tonight, because he was here. He was at my bed, in my dreams, he is always with me.

Sleep well, my friend. I'll always love you.

R.I.P. Felix 

Baby visit!

My gran let me skip school today, which meant we were going to see my froglet.
Guess what? He really looks like a little frog!
He is so cute, which makes me so sorry about all the jealous or bad things I've may have or not have thought, but I guess he doesn't mind.

He is such a little angel, and I guess he is here to teach us all a lesson of how to enjoy life.


















My aunt calls him Yoda, because he is so wrinkly and has hands like a 100-year-old.
And his dad always tells him that he is 'SOOO UGLY' in a very sweet voice.

They will be great parents, I know that.

Life is wonderful.

Today, my cousin Nico was born at 7:15 am. He weighs 2846 g and is 49 cm big. I am going to skip school tomorrow so my grandparents and I can visit my aunt in Mödling, a place near Vienna.

I just think it is so great that he is able to live, looking back as it was not sure that he would survive the first month. And considering that the umbilical cord was wrapped around his head after birth, it is wonderful he took a breath of the hospital-air.
He is my little froglet. I already love him. Even though I've never seen him. And he is also the person I'm most jealous of. Well, it's just that he has a family, the perfect mum and is valued THIS high in our family. Everyone is always talking about my aunt, but they tend to often forget my mum and me. Not that I don't think she deserves it, she is a wonderful person, but your self-esteem gets a knack after that. Oh well, oh well.

But I'll post photos of my froglet tomorrow.