Someone dear to me just managed, without consciously trying to, to make me reflect a little more on what this week changed in me. From the sound of it, he said, I'm in love, and he's almost right there -- that's kind of what I'm feeling like, being freshly in love, just more... solid ( Read more... )

Whow, this year's off to a brilliant start ( Read more... )

Just for the records: I'm done. Officially. That's it. Final exam today at 10am, and I passed with flying colours.

Next stop: PhD.

All right... I guess I have something to say, so I better get it out now, while I'm still kind of in the mood and before my rational suppression mechanisms set in and make me postpone this indefinitely. Again.

( Here be Drama. Read at your own peril. )

Was sagt es über mich, wenn ich beim Spaziergang mit meiner Mutter durch die Innenstadt plötzlich doch sehr um meine Fassung ringen muss, wenn sie sagt "Ich will ne rote Felltasche"?

"NOW I see! This is a dream and you're all bits of my imagination. You see, I can turn you red... or yellow... or your hair green."
- "Dear god, this must be hell."
- "Well, if this is hell, then I am--"

I got a chance to see Spock's Beard again yesterday. Yaaay, it's been much too long since their last tour through Europe.

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Since I haven't had anything deep and/or meaningful and/or even remotely interesting to write about here for... well... quite a while, I've decided to try my hand at filling my spare time with reviewing more or less recent albums I find review-worthy ( Read more... )

Shadows of shadows passing ( Read more... )

Just a couple of notes before I'm off to bed, hopefully to be elaborated on later:
- Irish Pubs are fun
- Drunk Mathematicians are fun
- Drunk Philosophers are fun
- It is so pleasant to meet someone with similar tastes in music ( Read more... )