I hate sundays. Especially when I could have been at the stadium watching my local club playing a friendly (FC Augsburg vs Greuther Fürth) but gave the tickets to a friend because I really really need to study for the upcoming exam and practice for a presentation tomorrow ( Read more... )

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will someone already go and buy me a fucking plane ticket to London so I can go on a huge shopping spree, since I cannot find anything that even remotely fits my taste over here, and afterwards eat so much fish and chips and drink so much english beer until I cannot walk straight anymore just to walk to Stamford Bridge and puke in front of it ( Read more... )

In prospect of having to write an article about dementia for online-journalism until sunday and feeling slightly bad about not really having started yet (well, I got about 300 words, but I am not too happy with them...) I went out after lunch to buy a new toner for my printer and other things I really need. Well, I don't need to print anything in ( Read more... )

I think this journal will only continue living because I am at uni and don't have anything better to do so I keep drabbling here ( Read more... )

... but still I'm writing it.
( Warning: A lot of text, no real point to it! )

my heart is breaking for you, Liverpool ( Read more... )

I ordered a Gerrard jersey. I made an appointment for another tattoo. I don't have money on the bank right now ( Read more... )

...hysteric, childish, ignorant, bipolar, melodramatic and just really really sad. So let me.

The four times I cried because of football

1) When Spain won the Worldcup.

2)      2) When I was alone in my car driving home into a sunset, listening to sappy music some hours after having met Sergio Ramos last year in September. Idek why I ( Read more... )