competitive ice-cream eating and toasting in the sun

Life is awesome.
Sorry for yesterday's not-posting. Good friday was zoo-day with my dad in Leipzig... and about 5 gazillion other people tagged along. Ugh... the group divided into fat moms with ice cream all over their shirts, bratty children with doll-buggies (the worst thing ever at overcrowded events... children pushing a doll in a wheeled basket INTO YOUR HEELS), and cranky dads with hugely awesome and jealously pricey digital cameras. Since I had forgotten my camera, I took pics on my cell:

Fun fact: On the way to my dad (by train), I didn't have time to buy a ticket, which is grenerally no problem, since you can buy them on the train. BUT the conductor came by and when I told him (and showed him) that I HAD a ticket, which I didn't know how far it was valid (true fact), he just turned away and left. Heyyyyy, free ride to my dad! Could that have been, because I was wearing a much too revealing dress-shirt-top type thing? I was already running late and I didn't have time to wear a shirt under the top to cover the cleavage... but good for me, at least I didn't have to pay those brutal 15 Euros (about 18 or 19 dollars) for one hour on a lousy train!

Okay, today:
I went out toasting in the sun. Before arriving at the toasting station formerly known as yard, my mom and I bought 500gramm of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, which we equally divided into, you've guessed it, 100g for my mom and 400g for MEEE!!!! Yeah, that's how I roll, haha.

Thennnnnnn, I proceeded to tan and listen to an awesome band from Berlin named Seeed, while my mom took care of her flowers. We went home after she was done to bake a cake for tomorrow and after we were done with that, I proceeded to look for children's easter songs on youtube, haha.

Boooring diary entry-like blog, but whateverver.

Conclusion: Never go to the zoo on a holiday, take your camera with you wherever you go, wear something low cut when you want something and tanning plus ice cream is the best ever.

If you didn't think that this post gave you any insides or extra-knowledge, go read THIS ONE, please.
It's much better.

As always, See you tomorrow, BEDA!

"The Fiddler on the Roof" and sleeping late make me happy

I went to see The Fiddler on the Roof - the musical, today. I was extremely excited to see the scene where Tevje pretends to have seen grandmother Zeitel and Fruma Sara... but they blatantly didn't put those 2 characters in... instead, they had Tevje acting it all out all by himself, which was hilarious as well :) The crowd sucked, though. My mom and I sat second story, so we had a good view over all the others and the stage. The crowd under us claped as if they weren't getting paid enough... It was so good, though!!!
In other news, I only had one class, today, which I enjoyed (well, I had another one at 9, but I decided not to make the effort to get up).
And now, it's really late and I'll spend tomorrow at my dad's (we'll go to the zoo, yay!) So, no blog tomorrow, but I'll be thinking of all you bloggers and I'll write 2 when I get back saturday. PROMISE!
Much love and...
See you in 2 days, BEDA!

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the problem with my bilingual brain and easter confession

Sooo, I went to confession, today. Throught the day, I had no time to think about what I was going to say. What have I done wrong since last easter? First, you know, the obvious things came to mind: I lied, I cursed, I used God's name in vain and I was ungrateful and impatient with my parents. But I feel like those are things that I will say for the rest of my life. Those are things that just happen over and over again. I'll reduce cursing for a while or maybe I won't curse as much in total, but there will still be times when I'll lose it and let a curse word slip out of my mouth - so I'll have to confess that I cursed. Vicious cycle of life.
Anyways, I went home after classes, got ready and went to church with my mom. We were about 30 minutes early and a mass was still going on that I didn't feel like participating in, so we went back outside to wait and ponder. While trying to find some place where I could speak english to myself without getting werid germans to stare at me, as if I were from another planet (haven't you heard that it's the most international of the internetional languages, fools? it's the world-language and I shall be allowed to use it for communicating. Even, if it's just with myself and God. Moving on.), I found a pretty trail alongside a river, which I just proceeded to walk up and down, talking to God about my sins. In english. I found more and more things that I thought were worth mentioning in a confession. Things that I regret from last summer and college and whatever. Not important here. Anyways, as I was matching my feelings with the suitable words and phrases to build logical sentences with actual structures and coherrent sense, I ealized that "Woah, I'm in Germany! If I want to do this, I shall have to gather my thoughts in german, then!"
Well, that was more difficult than I thought. I asked my mom some of the expressions my brain was temporarily incapable of translating. One I remember was greed. However, I had my english thoughts in order and my german ones as well, went in the confession room and suddenly, all the german thoughts were gone. But this priest being german, obviously can't speak or understand english!
So, I sat there ahmm-ing and ummm-ing along, trying to express what I felt I needed to say.
Nevertheless, confession went over very well and that was the fist time I enjoyed doing it. This priest freaking baptised my mother and all her siblings. He's so nice and spontaneous. We were in a huge conference room with only one small candle on the table and after we started, he kept asking me, if it's too dark to read the prayers from the book and if he should turn on the lights. No chance, I loved the fact that he couldn't really see me. It made me feel safer, somehow.

Annnd this is the point where the moral should come, or some concluding thought.
Which I don't have.
Thanks for reading, commenting and whatever.
Sorry, that wasn't very insightful.

See you tomorrow, BEDA!

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"Behaviour is luck... and you aren't lucky today."

That's what my grandma always says.
And allthough I guess I was (mostly) lucky today, not everyone else was. Let's sum up some stupid stuff people did over the past few days. Let's pretend that it all happened today.
Okay, let's begin!

Getting to college.
This morning, when I got on the train to college, everything was really crowded (see, this actually happened last friday, when it is reasonable to have a crowded train. Moving on.). A woman made her way on the train in front of me, which happens all the time, but THEN stood there, in the middle of the train with all the passengers behind her waiting to get through and find the rare seats that weren't taken, yet. She just stood there holding out her arms, blocking the way for all the others! Then I saw that she wanted to block 2 pairs of seats on either way of the corridor, but instead of putting her bag in one seat and waiting in the other, she just freaking stood there! I wanted to get by and looked at the seats she blocked, thinking "seeeeeats, glorious seeeeeats, I re-ally want one!" The woman, who just blatantly refused to let me (and the other people behind me) pass, saw that I looked at the seats and, wow, started to push me foreward saying "C'mon girl move along, we're many."
Goooosh!!! No ma'am, now I AM going to sit RIGHT there, thanks to you. I sat down not saying anything. She was mad, I was mad, and I would have walked away from the seats with a tear in my imaginative 3rd eye, but she pushed me. And pushing... just exceeds everything. So, I sat down. Some woman sat down next to me and allllll of the people the rude one was saving seats for sat close around and talked really loudly. Well, I listened to some music on the way to college and calmed down so much, that I actually would have walked off without making a comment. BUT, when I kindly asked the woman sitting next to me, if I could pleeease get out, the rude one on the other side said "Well finally!"
I had to watch not to boil over.
I turned around and just simply said "If you wouldn't have pushed me and asked me in a nice way, I would have moved along."

Why do old(-er) people (and these women were only in her 40s or so) always expect perfect behaviour from the littler ones, but yet never seem to apply these rules to themselves!
And yes, I DO "yell" at old women when they push me aside in shops, on the street at bus stops, on trams and trains and so on! I take pride in that!
You forced your rules on us when we were little and we abide by them, but they - just - don't!
Now, I respect age age a lot, as I said yesterday, my dad is 72, but some things just don't work.

At college.
In my classes, there is this one girl, Stephanie, who is ALWAYS late. No matter when class starts, she is always 5 minutes late! It is unbelievably annoying and I always want to slap her in the face when I hear it knocking on the door. Then, she sits in class, english this time, right in front of the teacher, I mean, literally just some inches away from her, she's looking right in her direction, and she puts her head on the deask and falls asleep. Really deep. I mean, we were all laughing about her, but she didn't notice. Whoops, once class was over the coloss arose and left the room. I couldn't believe it!

On the way home.
Back on the train, which was almost empty this time, I sat in my seat and on the other side of the corridor, there's this couple with 2 heavy suitcases. Okay fine, they're back from vacation or are about to go on vacation. The thing was, that germans are very careful about loosing something. They always want to keep their belongings close to them. So, what did these people do? They blocked the corridor by putting their luggage right next to them. First one to complain was an old man walking on a stick. They moved the luggage slightly, so that he could pass and then put the bags back in place. I sat just a meter away from them laughing inside. Narrow minded germans.
What they didn't expect was, that, on our trains, t's like on an airplane. There's a thingy coming through with food and drinks that you can buy. For them, it's not enough to just pull these bags closer to where they sat. No, the man had to get up, shove the stuff completely out of the way and then was told by the staff that they're coming back in a few minutes and that he should just put the bags away altogether. HAH! Problem for the german!
What did the couple (in their 50ies, probably) do? They gave up sitting next to each other and sat behin each other, each using one seat to sit and the other one for their luggage. WOW. How dumb. On a train. Heavy bags. Yeah no, riiight, someone could come and steal 2 heavy suitcases! And no worries about someone not finding a seat, the train, as said, was almost empty!
I took a picture, I had so much fun.

I am very sorry, that this post wasn't even nearly as interesting and sense-making, as the one from yesterday, but nonetheless... challenge completed, for today.
See you tomorrow, BEDA!

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In other news, my mom found out about my tattoo, I told you about the other day. She found plastic wrap and scissors in my room and said "I found [said things]! Did you get a new tattoo?" Gosh, so horrible! What normal person thinks of something like that when they see freaking plastic wrap and scissors!!! Wow. Just wow.
HOW DO MOMS DO THAT?????????????????????????

In more other news, House just kissed Cuddy and Monk said "Alibi bleliby"
The world is awesome.
The End.

"Marie, when will you finally reproduce!"

Originally, I wanted to write about the top 10 most annoying things old people do in public.

But now...
how about turning on the #1 subject mother's seem interested in.
When will my child reproduce?!?!?!?!

Maybe it's just me, but I am catholic and I have decided to stay pure until marriage. Now, I may have to let you know that my dad just turned 72 and my mother is 42 years old. My mom is like a best friend and my father is like a grandpa. I have a half sister, who is 42 as well, who is still singe and doesn't have a child. My parents recently divorced and have lived seperate since I was about 6. My father wants to be an actual grandfather and my mom really wants another child of her own. Babies, babies, babies and noone to produce them.
Ok..., moving on.

Does that happen you to you? First day in a new surrounding and all your parents ask at the end of the day is "Where there any cute boys???" Gosh, I hate that.
About once a month my mom and I will talk boys and she'll end the conversation with "Marie, I so wish you'd finally reproduce!", laughs and then leaves the room.
"No mom!"

I so wish she'd understand that I don't think it's right to get intimate with boys that I like, but don't think they're gonna be with me forever! Society tells you that it's compleeeetely normal on reeeeeally okay to be bed-hopping from here to there, but everyone gives you a confused (and sometimes even evil) look, when they find out that you're different. I, for my part, do not find this relevant and I never bring up that topic, because it's not something I want to argue about.
But today, I make it a topic.

Most of my female friends have boyfriends. They love, they hate, they break up, they make up. And, I mean, good for them, really, to have someone you love is the most wonderful thing that can happen to you! But if you ask the girls, if he's the right one, most of them are unsure! I have a guy friend and he's on and off with this girl, who's way too young and flipsy for him and he knows that. He dated her for a while, dumped her, dated a different one for a couple of weeks, broke up with her, and then went back to the old one. We talked at the time he had just gotten together with the middle one and he said that it's great and it's exactly what he wanted and also mentioned that he thinks that this will last for a while. To my question, if he thinks she "the one" he looked at me funny and said "heck no!" - "So, why are you dating her, then?" - "Because the sex is good."

I was wondering, is sex the only thing that matters these days? Is it really the base of a relationship? I mean, I understand that it's an important part, but is it the base?

It really starteled me that people, in fact, really sometimes just date, because they're lonely. What has become of the "looking-for-the-one"? If you're dating someone you can't imagine sharing the rest of your life with, how can you meet other men (or women), who may turn out to be "the one" for you?
If you are constantly emotionally attached to someone you just "like," you can't open your mind to new people and new charaters and new lifestyles. It's like, if you only listen to Elvis, how can you start to appreciate Jason Mraz?! Maybe it turns out that you really like that kind of music, but you have never listened to him, because you were stuck with Elvis in your CD player while Mraz was in town?! (btw Mraz is totally boss. Just sayin')

Also, if you only hang out with this boy (or this girl) that you kinda-like-kinda-love, you'll rarely meet new people, right? You'll meet his/her friends, you'll see your own friends, but new people?!
Go out! Have fun! Move! Travel! Learn a new language, travel to that country and go out! Participate in a course at the Community College, sign up for a pottery class, do whatever, but don't get stuck with a person you're just with, because, at the time, there was no other person around!

Now, I'm not saying that dating someone is the most horrible thing you can do to your social life. Dating is fun and awesome and yes, do it! But, after some time, maybe a month or two, ask yourself, if he/she could maybe be your counterpart. The father/mother to your children. The one by your side for the rest of your life.
If not, move on before you get too attached and a breakup would start to hurt too bad.
If yes, tell that person. If he/she feels the same way, AWESOME!!!! GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!
Well, if they say no, either you fight for them, or they are obviously not as right as you thought they were.

Was that too confusing?
I don't know, I'm just rambling my way through today's post, here.
Annnnnnnnnd I think I'm done now.

I'd like to ask a question here:
After you've read all this, what do you think about the topic? I'd love to hear some opinions on this, because, since this topic is really rarely brought up (because it usually leads to huge discussions, that no one wants to have), I'd like to hear some thoughts, please! :)

See you tomorrow, BEDA!

3, 2, 1, BEDA!

I'll just tag along, Maureen Johnson. I think I can do this.

I have never been good at blogs that people actually read. This might not be read, but I'll just pretend that it will. Okay, BEDA, here I come:

2 days ago, on April 3rd, I got tattooed for the 2nd time. Whereas the first one was the constellation Orion on my right foot, I now had a guy called Ramon put "mama" on my left foot. It took him "Senorita," "Like I love you" and "Rock your body" by Justin Timberlake to finish it. So that makes it a little over 10 minutes, I guess. It still hurt and it reminded me of why I said that I'll never ever again let anybody do this to me after I got my first one.
Oh well, it's over and I am overjoyed. I had it done as a present for my mother for mother's day this year, which is may 14th here in Germany, this year. It'll be completely healed and re-checked by then and I believe she'll love it. Anyhow, I took pictures today, so I don't only have to take off my shoe and be like "here's what I got for you, happy mother's day!", but to also have something physical she can hit me with in the very unlikely case of her not liking what I have done to my body.
I put on my graduation dress and sat awkwardly for the sake of putting my face not too far away from the gift. Well. awkward poses often male the best pictures and the one from where I almost fell off the chair actually turned out pretty decent!
Soooo then I had to quickly clean everything and put the lamps back in place and move the photos from the camera to the computer ect.

When my mom came home, she went into the bathroom and said "Did you wear your dress again?" ...shock... Relief, she meant a different one.
Sooo yeah, that was today.

See you tomorrow, BEDA!


Joke of the day:
Bill Clinton, George W. Bush and George Washington are on a sinking ship.
As the boat sinks, George Washington heroically shouts, "Save the women!"
George W. Bush hysterically hollers, "Screw the women!"
Bill Clinton's asks excitedly, "Do we have time?"