prezzel of passion

There was a wonderful moment a few days a go. I was doing the groceries at a supermarket (well of course) and I saw two of our new Basketball players (at least they look liked two basketball players...). Well who cares they were two tall guys speaking english (american but that's another guess) and one of them said
"Oh look there is a little water dispenser!!! This is like WalMart!!!"
He had a completely excited expression on his face as he said it. This was simply wonderful. I can't even point out what was so great about this moment. It was just wonderful.

(And no with 'expressions on their stupid faces' I don't mean those two, however it kind of works...)


Quote of the day: "You gotta embrace your inner freak!" (Heroes Season 1.1)

Ok I have just rented the first season of Heroes and bought ice cream and a bag of chips. Which probably means I will spend the next hours in my bed watching TV and eating. And only in case I will get tired of that I bought new ingredients for the muffins. Not that I will eat all those Muffins I will make this weekend.... But everyone else seems to be happy if I give them some.

It's amazing how one little word can make you feel like an idiot...
...and it's even worse if you saw it coming...

so here we are again one more night without sleep...

Another week is over. And the weekend depression already begins to form in my head.
Actually I used to love weekends. But now there is so much time to think about things. Not that I haven't got anything to do. There is quite a lot just now but since I can't concentrate on studying it's a rather horrible time.
Not that thinking is bad. I love it. Sitting around day-dreaming is wonderful (I do it during most of my lectures, and with most I mean all). The last days however this dreams are disturbed by something rather unwelcome and unfriendly. Doubts. Usually they come and go but right now I feel as if they booked a room for the weekend (and haven't booked their return ticket for now, depends on how succesful they are on the weekend).

In short: The house will be packed with Muffins on Sunday. (Which means I have to get more ingredients on Saturday.)