The Sneaky Aluminium

Did you know that one of the key ingredients of deodorant is aluminium chlorohydrate? I have no idea what that is, exactly, but it's pretty clear that it contains aluminium. Now, according to my mom, everybody who uses deodorant is going to die of the side effects of having too much aluminium in their bodies sooner or later. Because the body can't get rid of aluminium, it just accumulates.

Well, isn't modern society nice? We'd all rather smell good than prolong our lives.

I wrote a song today, but I'm not sure I like it.

I'm still in my writing rut as far as novels go. Or even short stories. I just can't seem to get anything down on paper/screen.

Meanwhile, let me give you this video to ponder.

The Back Ache and the Glasses

I have a back ache.

My dad thinks I should get a massage and exercise more often. My mom thinks I should get special soles for my shoes to even out my uneven hipbones... I think I should lie on my bed for two days, watch the OC and move as little as possible.

I think it's pretty obvious by now that I have failed my own challenge. Still, I won't give up on this blog quite yet. I like to ramble about stuff.

I'm trying out new glasses, and there is this pair that I sort of like, and sort of hate. They're pretty much round (my dad would call them John Lennon glasses, I would call them Harry Potter glasses) and they look kind of awesomely weird/nerdy, but they also look really excentric/out there. Now I am a very self-conscious person and therefore do not like getting a lot of attention, and I think they're the kind of glasses that attract attention, just because they're different. They're not the hipster glasses that everybody wears these days. And for that fact, I like them. But it's also why I don't like them.

Choosing new glasses is difficult. It's like choosing a new identity. And how should I know who I wanna be?

I think I'm being overly dramatic.

The Randomness

I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna write about today.

I had red wine with dinner. I never have red wine with dinner. Or any sort of wine for that matter.

I miss school, I miss seeing the same people every day, I miss seeing my best friend every day. She's going travelling for the next four months. Sometimes, I feel quite alone.

Not that anybody cares, but I'm horribly behind with my studying. I really want to work on this story idea, though. Also, I'm in the mood for chocolate. Again. I'm in the mood for chocolate quite often.

Maybe I'll watch some House tonight. It's on TV. Or maybe I'll study a bit more. Or maybe I'll do both. Yeah, sounds like a plan... I can eat chocolate while I study/watch TV.

The end.

The Gloomy Thoughts

I so fail at this challenge... My only excuse is that I simply forgot to blog yesterday. Had a bad day at work, and I was so wrapped up in my gloomy thoughts of gloominess that I just forgot about everything else. I also listened to some sad songs and thought about death. Yeah, I was in that mood yesterday.

So now I'm at Starbucks, and up until now I was studying. But I needed a break. Woke up really tired today, and also had a slight headache, so I'm in no shape for a studying marathon. I actually felt like a crumpled pillow this morning. And I think I was dehydrated because I forgot to drink anything yesterday evening. Because of my all-consuming gloomy thoughts of gloominess.

Also, I'm testing this new blogging app because the last time I posted something from my iPad, all the paragraphs vanished.

I think I'm gonna buy running shoes today and start going jogging in the mornings. I really need some physical exercise. I feel like dough most of the time (when I'm not feeling like a crumpled pillow), and I'm trying to change that. I'm gonna look hilarious in running shoes. I'm just not the sporty type.

(Judging by the amount of times I used "I'm" in this last paragraph, I'm the self-absorbed type.)

The Here and Now

I didn't blog yesterday. I fail. Fail whale... oh no, now that song is stuck in my head again.

It's the fail whale, it's the fail whale, it's the fail whale, it's the fai-ail whale.

So today, I didn't do my homework. Which is what I do most days. Really, doing homework has become the exception. (Any other students out there, don't take me as an example.) And yes, I'm writing about homework because there's really nothing more exciting happening in my life right now.

I wrote a song today. Here are the lyrics:

Stuck inside the clutches of my dream.
There's no revelation, there's no waking scream.
For the sky I'm aiming,
But I keep on failing...

Cause you're in my head,
All the time,
Can't get you out of my mind.
Go away,
Is what I said,
But you resolutely stay
Here...
(Go away is what I said...)

Worlds are fading, thoughts are dying,
But somehow I must keep going.
Such a beautiful illusion,
Can't let go of the delusion...

In my head,
All the time,
Won't get you out of my mind.
Oh please stay,
Is what I say now
This is who I am now

In my head,
All the time,
Won't get you out of my mind
Oh please stay,
Is what I say now
This is who I am now.
This is who I am now.

Aaaand that's it for today.  I'm still gonna try and blog every day, even though I basically already failed at my challenge. I have to get over my bad habit of quitting things, so I'm really making an effort to commit here...

The Kissing Couples

Thank God it's Friday. That's the slogan of Friday magazine, a free lifestyle magazine here in Switzerland. They always have a few pages of fashion photography, amongst others, and this week their theme was kissing. So they just photographed six couples wearing cool outfits while kissing each other. Somehow, I found myself focusing much more on the kissing than on the fashion, but hey, maybe I'm just desperate... It's been a while since I've had a decent kiss...

Also, I love chocolate.

Going to have to work tomorrow. Had a meeting with my people manager today, and they're almost certainly not going to fire me. So yay for that!

Tried to make a vlog, but after three tries I gave up. I just started rambling, and I wasn't in the mood for editing a video, so I'm typing today's post instead of filming it. Nothing good on TV tonight. Pity, I really would have liked to watch TV. How come there's never anything good on when I'm actually in the mood for watching TV? Probably because there's never anything good on TV.

The Quote

"Your life story would not make a good book. Don't even try." ~ Fran Lebowitz

That is why I blog.

The Pleasant Surprises

For one, it's not sunny today anymore. I am probably weird that way, but I don't like sunny days in winter. Everything is so bright and clear, and I'm itching to go snowboarding when I can't, and my creativity goes into hiding because of the sun's glare. Grey, cloudy days make me feel pleasantly sad, and therefore set me in a writerly mood. Melancholy is the fuel of my writing.

Pleasant surprise number two was a letter. My grandma sent me a gift certificate for the hairdresser's. I have no idea why, but it's one of the most useful gifts my grandma has ever sent me. Everybody who knows me is aware of my slight hair obsession. And since I have a short haircut at the moment, I need to go cut it quite frequently or I just look hideous. So thanks, grandma.

Listening to mree right now, wonderfully mellow music...

The Snoring Man

Studying without snacking is like a car without wheels. Or something along those lines. I suck at coming up with similes. And I fancy myself a writer. Now that is not a good combination...

So yesterday there was this man on my train ride home... he sat two compartments further down the train, and he was asleep. He also had the most hilarious case of spontaneous snoring. Every half a minute or so he'd grunt-snore really loudly and then the snores would slowly fade out. Until his head jerked up again (yes, I had to peek who made the funny grunting sounds) and it was the same routine all over again... There was also some moaning and wheezing. Anyway, it was so hilariously disgusting (did I mention he had a runny nose?) that I gradually subsided into giggles, and couldn't stop giggling until I left the train.

I downloaded a to-do list app that can sync between Mac and iPad, and I quite like it so far. Writing lists is one of the best ways to assure that I actually do stuff. I'm really horribly lazy, and if I don't pay attention, I will have whiled away the day on Twitter, Youtube, my blog, writing sites, etc. Which means I basically just did nothing all day. This can be quite disastrous if you have an exam coming up in the middle of February, and you never did any homework/studying in the previous semester... Most of the time, I curse my laziness, but it just won't go away. Maybe I should stop feeding it brownies...

Mmmh, brownies...

The end.


... brownies ...

The Challenge

I know why I just did that... I like to torture myself. But it also feels good when you can look back on a month of 31 blog posts and think, "Wow, I did it."

The Eternal Argument

“I don’t want to.”

“But you have to.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“But you have to, and you know it.”

It’s an eternal argument with myself. I have to study for an exam, but I don’t want to. The reason I don’t want to is not that I am unwilling to learn, nor is it that I hate studying… the reason why I shy away from it is because I know I have a huge pile of material that will have to be crammed into my head in a very short amount of time. (And by very short I mean a month, which is short compared to the amount of stuff I have to learn. Basically, I have to learn Latin in a month… yeah, fun.) So this huge mountain of stuff that needs to be learned scares me, and that’s why I don’t want to. And every day I don’t do anything it gets worse…

So now I have to go study.


Also, alliterations are cool. Just sayin…

The Why

So today I start this blog. Why, you may ask. Well, just because I keep many parts of myself hidden from my family and friends for I’m just not comfortable sharing these parts with others. (Why yes, I’m shy.) But as it happens, I still get the urge to talk about these parts that I keep hidden… So I turn to you, dear random reader, so I can unleash every boring fact about myself upon you, unedited. Yep, this is me, unedited. Here’s the place where I don’t pretend. Now cheers, good night, merry Christmas, happy birthday and Amen (or something along those lines…)