Computers exploding, "get movin' girl" or "wie Selena auszog, (das Fürchten zu lernen)"

It was clear from the beginning on.

as soon as you have "important things to do", you can't sleep, the old "paradox" that isn't really one 'cause everyone undertands it.

I knew if I slept "now" I'd have 5.5 more hours to sleep before the big moving event. 

Eyes closed....wait, wait, wait...lookin' at the watch...hmmmm 5 more hours, 4.5...

How will everything go tomorrow?

4. Selena finally sleeps. I think, I didnt't look at the watch to find out the exact time when she fell asleep.

After having woken up every other half hour, great, my folks are realiable! The bell rings exactly at 8 o'clock.

One last prayer that the elevator will be working (or else, I said, I'd throw all my stuff out of the window...and---it *does* work), keeps on causin' trouble *after* the last boxes have reached the ground safely! thanks, Gods!

To make it short, everything worked out fine, apart from the renters of the moving van trying to "shit us"...I rented the van until 13.30, not till 11.42....who the fuck put that into the contract? And who told me not to be suspicious and check every stuff?...Well after a discussion, I payed the agreed price.

And....I hadn't hadn't taken certain people's will to have a fight...Good I stayed calm and everybody got out alive...

We actually made it on time! And without major problems! Also not from the caretaker's side which equals a miracle! Thanks to my mother who cleaned the room before accepting the room.

Well ok, I know, now I reveal it, we cant *just* fight...:/

Actually afterwards *I wasn't tired at all* but still I slept for 2 hours or so up to now...

Hello, here I am, world.

Oh, I almost forgot the "most important part". My dream of this night.

Check out this before.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykE3WbNJ4uY

Yeah I chose this title on purpose.

I was dreaming, after having had my doomy phase yesterday in the evening, that my new French rentor (for 2 weeks) had found my fb-account, checked out all the metal I posted, that his computer had gotten too hot and had exploded and that now, he was calling me to blame me for it...

Ahhhh.

Coal and licorice in my face

I just came back from a "shopping tour"- although, can you call something where you arranged where to be when exactly and what to look for exactly a shopping tour?
Well ok, lookin at the LUSH products wasn't exactly planned...that store is like a big playing ground for women, mostly...I'd say.
I've seen that store often, when I still studied nearby every day, but it never came to my mind to check it out.
I never knew what revulsion you could call it almost for jasmin I had...I always thought I liked it, but I could count on the ingredients table to say "jasmin" when I really hated the smell of something.
And stay away with frakincense too....I always start feelin' sick when I smell that...
At last, I learned the difference between a "conditioner" and a "spülung"...there is none.
The stuff you could put on your face to apparently clean is was cool though...maybe just because in secret, i like to get dirty, I have the "calamity jane complex" or I love licorice...inside of me and on me ^^
The shower gel with Patchouly (I know, very surprising) called "grass" wansnt bad either, and the one with grapefruit that smelled like alcohol...maybe I imagined a shade of gin...do I become a drinker?
Anyway...right after that I got surprised by ppl who apparently say "Döner" 1000x a day...and nothing else! Maybe "to go" but that's it...
Such a onesided vocabulary really scared me.
Then, I was looking for the "white album" cause with horror, I decovered that I don't have it at home.
Also with horror, I found that the HUGE store at Alexanderplatz didn't have it.
Isn't that sad? Or am I just "out" cause I still love the Beatles? Or cause I should have had it already?
At "least" I got my earphones to blank out weird ppl on the train.
Going home from the tram, I realized that this would be the last time I'd walk that way home from it...as it was the last time I took the bus that's always too late, and the last time I did grocery shopping in the store across the road...
which made me sad, melancholical...
I know that it's also the start of sth new and probably not all that bad but...
That's just me...The Berlin glass is almost empty.
I'm startin' to miss it already even if I'm still here.

Moving tomorrow, blogging today

I don't even know how to start a blog.
but i decided to make one (thanks, Toni ;) )
to let you all know how my year abroad is developing,
maybe to stay in contact more easily...or just to talk without somebody havin' to listen :)
Actually, I'm moving out of my student's room tomorrow and right now i'm sitting in a castle made of boxes...
At least Plato is still in sight, so it can't be that bad.
Sometimes I get the impression that ppl around me are more excited than i am, but i think it's not gonna help, and the being excited will start soon enough...
i think it's good to get some of my stuff done, the moving, or clarifying other things before i worry even more...
keep my head together
i need it still
so, i think i should get goin' again...
will be happy to read your first responses :)
with the right kind of music and the right ppl that support---i'll get along even in france ;)