My first entry!
After all that freaking out during December, all the paranoia, I was glad that my brother came over. I know it sounds stupid but actually you can not believe how much I went crazy on my own. I could hardly sleep at all. I was really thinking about going to a psychologist. I was standing in the middle of the living room, no radio on, nothing so that I could defend myself (with a pan?) if a “attacker” arrives.
When I was sleepy enough usually at 1 am or 2 am I rolled the shoe shelve in front of the door thinking I would at least hear my attacker entering. Smart girls are always prepared.
Actually I had a really “cool” idea. I was thinking about rolling the closet in front of the door so that a burglar would think “For F***’s Sake it’s not an apartment, it’s just a closet”.
Well, but I think it’s goin to get quieter in my area now because if the happenings on Sunday night/Morning, whatever, 3.30 am.
Like I always knew that the guys opposite were drug dealers, never mind, business is business but they were like real criminals, and I was frightened as drug business is still connected to IRA, gangland at that stuff.
Well, I was again up on Sunday night as my friend wasn’t home. I heard the tyres of a car, slamming doors, and then I jumped to the window: two guys breaking in the door of the dd’s house, I was so frightened, but then suddenly, 4 other cars arrived, again I could hear the tyres(like why can’t they just drive normal, do they really have to imitate action films?) and to my relieve, I saw that one guy was wearing a gardai jacket ( Irish police) and suddenly 4 other gardai cars arrived, flashlights everywhere… one arrest I guess the others msut have known as nobody was home.
Ahh, the only thing that scares me now is that they could probably suspect us, givin the gardai a hint! But I promise, dear dds it wasn’t me!
I hope I will survive the next 2,5 weeks. Then I’ll fly off to Munich. 2 – 10 February!
On the 5th is my frustrating birthday. I don’t want to turn 20. Oh god, that sounds so old.
I think I am just afraid of ending up alone and not having my little dream wedding and my dream rock as an engagement ring.
But, well here it doesn’t make any sense to look out for men. Irish men are weird. Well, they went to boys’ schools, it’s not their fault. But my granny married a Dutch fella as my mum a German fella. They all look like crap, expect from those Colin Farrell types of men. But if they look like that they mostly also have the character of Colin! And, we all know he’s not quite a guy to marry!
But I have my plans for when I am over for the week in February! Hope! And not only that, I am really looking forward to see some guys, Sarah, Sabina, Sina, Nicole… all the guys! AND HANSI! Like, how am I going to work this out? I would have to ask Markus again! But no way!
Well, I know where he lives! But he already thinks I am some kinda weird stalker, what is somehow true! I can understand! But he would be just the perfect catch! Hansi is so damn hot, even though the name sounds more like some kinda farmer with a blue overall. Then there is hottie nr. 2, R., but consumes too many drugs. Then there is this weirdo, I like him, but he has a girlfriend! I assume she must be very very very funny as she looks like, ahhh, dunno, crap! How many other options do I have? None, but we’ll see!
Sina / Website (17.1.08 11:37)
...gosh your entry is absolutely gorgeous!! I so totally laughed my ass off.Can't wait for feb.We will so ROCK the city!!!!!.Btw... Tina sent greetings from N.Y. she's obviously already there.Living 5th avenue ( Upper East Side)).I just can't believe she really did it.Oh you should change your font colour,I can't see a single word I'm writing....Lol...I just got a lokalisten mail from you..Now that's timing....oh and your layout rocks......we will have to fix your blog some time ( you know, the about section n stuff).....