I came to a point in my life where I had to decide what I wanted. And I don't regret my decision a single bit, whatever may come of it ( Read more... )

I'm looking back on a weekend that lasted almost five days. On Friday I got up early, and at 8.15 am. I was at Basel-Mulhouse Airport to pick up MafunDi. I didn't drive him back before Tuesday afternoon, so there was plenty of time for sleeping in, meeting other furs, good talks, shopping and tech-installations. Quite a bit of this time we actually ( Read more... )

A day can't be a bad day if it starts with steaming hot coffee and a Good Morning Hug. ^.^

Indifferent weekend. Stayed at home, wrote some, read some, ate some, slept a lot. I even spent Saturday night at home, something I haven't done in a long while. I feel like some kind of plant, vegetating away thought- and carelessly. Duh. I'm not even unhappy that way. Plants don't think in categories of happy, I guess ( Read more... )

I spent a relaxing day at Diara's place in Constance this weekend. It was laid-back, unspectacular and completely drama-free; perfect. ^.^ He convinced me, the non-gamer, to play through Portal, and I have to admit it was pretty good fun. Parting from the Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube was hard - but in the end there was cake and song, so ( Read more... )

I just bought a luxuriously soft rug for the space before my bed. It's called "Super Shaggy" but I swear that wasn't the reason I bought it XD ( Read more... )

Today the Paragon Bar, Home of the Swiss Furry Fandom, closed its door for good. We don't know where where the meet will continue, but we're working on it. The Paragon's dead - the Furmeet will live.

I just finished my second newspaper article within three days. I'm slowly getting back into my old rhythm and it feels good. Next article's on Thursday and I have ideas for a reportage-topic too. It's great to see how money, and if it's only a bit of it, is rolling back in. For about a year I've been spending great sums and not earning any. This, ( Read more... )

I'm off for four weeks to do my military service. If everything runs smoothly, I should be home on the weekends.

"What's a Royal Mail?" my mother asked me this morning, waving a big tan envelope. In it was a blue certificate from Birmingham Uni, saying I had passed all my courses. Marks were all huddled around the 70, give or take 2, with the notable exception of my two English courses. For some reason, my History of Literature exam got no love from the ( Read more... )