Agent Min checking In!

So, fully back now. I spent the last two and a half days at my aunt's, very nice time. Italy was wonderful, too, but you could've guessed that already.
FIRST OF ALL - Sorry if your comments don't show up immediately, I still don't get why blogger wants me to moderate the comments manually. I usually don't realize that very fast, so you'll have to wait a bit :)

Kinda picture heavy there, so I'll put a cut here...

WOOOHOO

I feel so unbelievably refeshed. Cleansed and refreshed, to be specific. Worked out for 45 minutes and then took a 30-minute ice-bath. And with those temperatures, what is better than that? (8 o' clock - 28° celsius, now at almost ten - 23°, summer's back!) Sweating aaalll the dirt out, watching Glee while doing so (kinox.to, I treasure you!) and then bathing? Awesome. What's even better is that I slowly feel my muscles 'growing' - or rather starting to exist - and my skin firming. And I even like that little white lace-kinda shirt on me now. Yep, I'm happy. I feel like I could hug the world.

All achieved by just a little working out, and a little ice-bathing. So easy to do ;)

Oh and this might have helped, too. I can still rap along to the intro!

EDIT: It's raining now, what a not-surprise? Once the weather's actually looking like it could get better, there's a thunderstorm and HELL DROPPING ON EARTH IN THE FORM OF RAIN. (But it's still warm and I love falling asleep to rain, so I'm not gonna let myself be pulled down from this!)

I'm quitting this shit

Okay, maybe not IT is shit, but ME.
So you know, I've attempted to do the Slow Carb-Diet the last week. It's in Tim Ferriss's book 'The 4-Hour Body' and it's supposed to make you lose fat fast and I think it might definitely work if you've got the heart to go through with it. You're allowed to eat a lot except for 'white' carbs, fruit and sweets, of course. For six days, you must eat one hour from waking, approximately four hours apart and compose each meal from proteins (meat, eggs, etc..), legumes and vegetables. On the seventh day, it's cheat-time and you can - and have to - go crazy with eating WHATEVER you like.
Sounds pretty easy, right? Would be, except for the fact that I don't like going through with things. Halfway along, I start to get bored or annoyed and just decide to quit.

I started and Monday and actually enjoyed the meals I had, felt good and enthusiastic to start and was generally well. Then came Tuesday, which was rather okay, too, but I found myself lusting for today, Saturday, my designated cheat day. Wednesday I was starting to get really cranky, but after having delicious chicken with carrots and faux-mashed potatoes (which are sadly prohibited), I was in high spirits again.

The fateful Thursday knocked me out, in the end. So my breakfast was spoiled by insect spray after about 10000 vicious wasps attacked me (in fact it were about 7, but that's still to much for my wasp-o-phobia/bee-o-phobia/anything-that-fucking-flies-o-phobia self). I then decided to screw it all and ate a little pudding and an Oreo - fuckers have 234562178123546 calories per cookie. Later J and D surprise-visited me and I spent the day until about 6 p.m. when I made myself the long-anticipated chili con carne with fajitas. The chili is pretty much fine, as I've found out since then, but the fajitas are a type of bread (which is prohibited, too). I still ate three of them and afterwards some chocolate and nimm2, basically bonbons.

Yesterday I got going normally again, then I missed two meals and in the end just ravaged my last Bonne Maman Tartelettes. After working out some and taking an ice-bath - which I'm gonna do today again because it is so much fun to spend time in a state of COMPLETE IMMOBILITY BECAUSE EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT HURTS LIKE FUCK. Nah, but maybe it'll be of some use!

And today.. I got up at ten, didn't have breakfast, now went shopping with my mum and decided to quit it. And work out more than usual, because maybe it'll help. My 'breakfast' then consisted of Pringles with Smokin' Ribs flavour (hey, I was unable NOT to immediately try them, finally the cool tastes are coming to Austria, too!) and Manner Karamellen - I love solid caramel bonbons which almost tear your teeth out.

The new mantra for my blog is now: Watch me as I get fat woohoo

Yes, let's hate on me!

I don't get why some people want to take away all of my remaining happiness. So, attentive reader, you might guess it's about my dearest neighbour ranting in my face.

I idiot posted it on my singing channel, but OH WELL

Well, I'm back..

And I've got an archived post that I wrote on the ferry yesterday, gonna post that later, but for now I'll just show my eternal happiness to be able to sing again with the song that I feel so comfortable singing along with right now.
It's German, but it's so wonderful. I'll translate you the lyrics :)


Jupiter Jones - Still from Christopher Haering on Vimeo.

So quiet that every one of us knew
This here is forever
Forever and a life
And it was so quiet
That every one of us anticipated
There's no word for this
That can ever describe the feeling

So quiet that all the clocks remained silent
Yes, time came to a halt
So quiet and so lost you went away
So quiet and so lost you went away

I heard so much yet it never catches on with me
This is the reason why I can't sleep at night
Even if I write thousand songs about missing somebody
Doesn't mean that I understand
Why this feeling stays forever

So loud, the hours after the impact when it was necessary
To embrace and understand all of this and it was
So loud, that all which we thought brought nothing but emptiness to us
It was so loud and so lost here
When silence lived with us instead of you


I heard so much yet it never catches on with me
This is the reason why I can't sleep at night
Even if I write thousand songs about missing somebody
Doesn't mean that I understand
Why this feeling stays forever

So quiet, even though I miss you every day
And wherever you are right now
You show me that silence has become your friend now


I heard so much yet it never catches on with me
This is the reason why I can't sleep at night
Even if I write thousand songs about missing somebody
Doesn't mean that I understand
Doesn't mean that I understand
Why this feeling stays forever


I heard so much yet it never catches on with me
This is the reason why I can't sleep at night
Even if I write thousand songs about missing somebody
Doesn't mean that I understand
Why this feeling stays forever

Still here.

Turns out my ma and her boyfriend are in NO hurry at all. I stayed up for too long and then slept until quarter to eleven and it didn't matter. I even visited my grandma again, she made me soup and I got my DSLR. I'm sitting here right now, with a French coursebook in hand, learning some stuff.

Giselle et John sont a quai. Ils laissent les bagages à la consigne automatique et quittent la gare. Il est déjà tard, mais les cafés,
les restaurants et les kiosques sont ouverts. Les lumières brillent partout; on est a Paris!
(I hate the accents, as a matter of fact. The pronunciation is also hard as fuck, but I think having German as a native language is a big plus because we say everything as it is, which may now sound weird to English-only speakers ;P)

Yeah, so I talk a lot.

Family matters!

So, I just had a very very long talk over the phone with my cousin S, whom I've always really adored since I was a little child. The backstory is that my grandpa's celebrating his 60th birthday this Saturday and they've invited me to come, even though I haven't seen them in half a year. So today she phoned me and asked me about it and of course I gladly said that I'd come and then we talked on. It actually went on for an hour and it was just like it always used to be.
You know, I've been kind of separated from the paternal part of the family since he died, so it's like all the times I've spent there have been forgotten. I also think it's really hard to repair the relationship with my grandparents, simply because I feel it's so hard for them to see me. Of course, I'm just assuming things here, but somehow I think I remind them of my father a lot, at least in a visual sense, so it might make them uncomfortable.
I'm drifting off though, so while talking to my cousin, I realized how much I miss all of them. They're my family after all and up until I was two years old, I used to stay at my grandparents' house almost every day! And - I told her that, too - I enjoy being with them so much that coming back to my 'normal' family is actually making me almost depressed. Since, you know, there's not much of a family. It's dysfunctional, really. The love there feels so superficial, although that sounds exaggerated. Of course, we still have a lot of fun and I'm so grateful for the good relationship with my ma! With my grandma, it's a whole different story though, because she won't accept me growing older. And my grandpa - while being a super-cool and really funny guy - doesn't really love me as much as my little cousin. Just to clarify things - I'm not jealous of him, god forbade I think bad of him, I couldn't love this little angel more as you know, but the way my grandparents leave me in the shadows after I've been there for 15 years is not very nice of them. And going so far as to call me calamity jane or deeming me a spoiled, rotten spawn of hell is just too much. That's not what you should be treated like in a fully functional, normal family, am I right?

Anyways, let's leave the self-pity trail and end it here; I'm just looking forward to seeing all of them again and I'm way more than just thankful for them being there for me, even though nothing more than blood links me to them.

:)

Hmm..

So, after having spent quite some time reading Stephen King's 'The Shining' and being scared shitless until having finished it, I'm sitting here and still thinking about it some.
First I was really scared, rushing by my bathroom and always peeking in, afraid of the bloated corpse coming after me - I'd wrongly thought her to be a young, long-haired woman, quite the stereotypical image of a ghost/zombie, it's rather funny. I couldn't sleep until 4 AM and then just dozed off, but after finishing the book today I went online and looked at the Stephen King Wiki page of the book and saw that in reality it was old Mrs. Massey, a 60-year-old lady. So that brought up a kind of funny picture in my head, destroying the fear.
I can't even be afraid of any other parts because the book's finished and had a rather good ending.
In my opinion, Stephen King is a terrific writer and can conjure the most gruesome images with his words. Definitely gonna read more of his books, the holidays are long enough! :D


So, as a great track to listen to, here's what they've been playing on the radio during the last few days, since I was listening non-stop. I actually really really enjoy this song! And I hope you don't mind it being on vimeo, youTube's a BIT bitchy about embedding this these days <.<


MADS LANGER - YOU´RE NOT ALONE from ML on Vimeo.

CINEMAAAABWAHAHABLAB

So, I'm really looking forward to watching the FINAL part of Harry Potter today! But in spite of all the happiness, it's kinda like my childhood dies now. I remember myself weeping when I finished the seventh book and... I guess it'll be epic to see the last movie.
I even donned the Hermione-ca.-first-movie-hair and some school-inspired clothes and we're watching it in 3D so I've got the glasses, too! AHHHH SO EXCITED!

WE WE WE SO EXCITED! (So that means me and my clones, ya'know :D)

AN ERA IS ENDING, BUT I'M NOT UNHAPPY! HARRY POTTER, YOU MADE MY CHILDHOOD, FANKYU FOR THAT!

So..BIG REVIEW TIME

Still more changes. I might be going insane, yadda yadda!
You know, some time back in Italian class, we had to talk about our food likes and dislikes concerning traditional Italian food. There was also parmesan cheese and I kind of went overboard and burst into a full hate-speech on parmesan. Something along the lines of: "Odio il parmigiano. É schifoso. Schifosissimo! Non mi piace affatto!" which translates to "I hate parmesan. It's disgusting! Most disgusting! I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL SERIOUSLY FUCK CHEESE I'M GONNA BURN IT AND THROW IT ON OUR STUPID TEACHER!"

So, then last weekend, while visiting my friend J, she cooked pasta and sprinkled mozzarella over her noodles, so I decided to try it, too. And to my surprise, it tasted really good! When I had noodles then, today, I ransacked the fridge for some sort of cheese, knowing we still had some parmesan in there. (That makes it sound like our fridge is huge and really filled, when in reality it's a tiny excuse for a fridge, always void of any fresh food whatsoever, since veggies will rot before either my mum or I eat it and the same is true of fruits, but added into the mix comes my fruit acid allergy, so we only ever have bananas or melons in there, if at all.)
You can guess I was overjoyed when I found some and then had way too many servings of pasta with asciutta sauce and loads of parmesan. So tasty!

"I'm sorry, cheese, I'm sorry. I don't think I would throw you at my teacher after I lit you on fire. In fact, I'm just gonna light my teacher on fire, not you, you're far too delicious. I love you!"

Fun for all ages; resemblances
to real life objects are unintentional!
For god's sake though, don't
google 'anal rocket'!

All in all, this gets 10 of 10 anal-rocket-points!


 This cheese-filled post was brought to you by the local asylum, housing of all kinds of people, including this blogger right 'ere!

Somehow I'm so boring

Well, if I compare the last year me and the current me, there's a difference because I'm meeting with friends from time to time and not living in a shell. But I'm still eating like a STARVING DAMN PIG - which I always do when I have too much free time - and spending full days lying around doing pretty much nothing.
Added to this, I haven't been up beyond 12 am at all so far because I always fell asleep and then just decided to call it a day. It's really reversed, ya know? Before the holidays I always wanted to stretch the days and stayed up for way too long, but now I prefer having long mornings, because I think they are better and last longer than the evenings :)

KINDLE ACTION!

There it is, my awesome Kindle, Claude. You can't really tell, but it's facing direct sunlight and still it's possible to read every word. E-Ink is so unbelievably cool, I tell you!





I've acquired loads and loads of scary books and am already on my second book.




What's also a cool feature - albeit an illegal one - the custom screensavers. You can jailbreak your device (it's surprisingly easy, with an iPhone you'd always have to be afraid of bricking it!) and then put your own 8-bit greyscale images up there. I've grown fond of squiddyskull, ya know?

At first I was a bit afraid of the small delay and the screen turning black when turning pages, but you don't notice it at all. When reading a real book, the next page doesn't magically appear in the blink of an eye either :)

So, all in all I think this really was worth the purchase. It's so useful and I think it'll be better to take along on vacation than 14 single, heavy books!

TOMORROW.

Report card day! And I'm getting something rather great for this report card. (Actually I'm really all 'OOH SO EXPENSIVE BUT I WANT!')
Since, which you don't know, I'm going to Corsica for two weeks starting on the 25th. Whenever I'm on vacation, I tend to read a lot - usually up to a full book every day. Now, carrying 14 fat books with me would be..unfortunate, so I asked my gramma for money and now LO AND BEHOLD, I'm getting...

Amazon Kindle 3, in the more expensive 3G and WiFi version.

 I've read book samples on my phone so far and I think it's amazing that I can read books cross-platform with the Kindle app.  (Do you say KAINdle or KINNdle?!)

Now, while I'm not saying that I'll give up good old books, but I think this little magical device is a great advantage when you're travelling. E-Books are a lot cheaper than hardcover books, so I think this is a bonus, too. Will review further when it arrives, ordered it today.