+++WTF?! O.O

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+++Angry again

+++Call me a nerd. Call me a geek. Call me lame. Call me whatever you want to. But I got to say this: I am mad.
Let me tell you a little story. Some time ago Ina asked me for good games she could borrow. I gave her the StarCraft basic-game. This made me want to play StarCraft myself again and i started the single-player campaign again (so far I made it to the 4th mission of the 3rd campaign without ANY cheats!). But there was this button, that was grabbing my attention: "multiplayer".
I had not had played a while in battle.net.
I found out why.
I mean I am not a bad player, seriously. But I got owned by so many douches with tower-rushes or some other unfair-unsportly crap like that... that just pisses me off.

If you dont get it, never mind. its just a game. Just a game... just a game...

+++Significance?

+++The media is somewhat amazing. They make money by telling people to buy stuff, they report about senseless crap and everyone is buying it. Literary.
Some time ago the care-taker of Germany's favorite polar-bear died. You would think "who gives a shit?", but apparently enough people do.
The BILD, a boulevard paper that claims to be a newspaper reported on it, front page. Seriously, is that necessary? Arent there any more things to talk about? Are our lives so miserable and insignificant, that we have to think about a polar-bear?
Yeah, he might be cute. But so what? My cat was cute too, when she was still a baby. Every cat is. Lisa's is too, I guess.
Why does anyone care?
Its the same with royals. I really couldnt care less, what the prince of Spain is doing. But I am nuked with informations about hom from every and every side. Just because they can.
I hate it. I freaking do.

+++People with skillz pt II

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"You want some of dis, bitch?"

+++Oooooof course it bursts into flames...!

+++Funny, how a single dream can throw you out of track. Its like a little stone on a rail road.
Im not going to tell you about it. Of course not.
Why would I?

Lately I decided, that life is awesome and fun. Whereas my definition of fun changed. You see, it is a society-thing, that defined pain and sadness as bad things. But I found, that you can actually enjoy them to some extent. And if you do and actually face them instead of putting them away it slowly gets better. You kind of talk yourself into happyness.
Weird.
But it works, at least for me.

Yesterday was great by the way. I sat on stage and read a text of mine and got applauded for it. Amazing. Plus, some of the other writers told me that they liked my performance. Way to go!

+++POSER!

+++Buying new things tends to make people happy. What applies to others does just as well to me.

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+++I would like to blogg. But all that comes out is the same whiny crap I repeat over and over again, like a broken tape recorder. So I am just not going to do it at all now.
My writing sucks anyway these days.

+++people with skillz

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+++Withdrawal

+++YFU has the bad habit of making so amazing seminars, that you just get withdrawal from not beeing there. Kinda sucks, doesnt it?
I just enjoyed 4 days of amazingly organized and absolutely awesome work.
I learned a lot. Problem is, I can not really put it into words.
It just happened to quickly, I guess. Well, after all I am really struggeling with putting things down on paper. I didnt write much lately, and all I did was crap. Seriously, I am not even inspired. That is not a good thing, absolutely not.

+++WICHTIG!

+++Ich kann es nicht oft genug betonen, aber am 21.9.2008 um 20 Uhr ist im Chicago in Hannover die literarische Störung, bei der auch ich sowie weltberühmtheiten wie Silke Liebherr oder Johannes Weigel auf der Bühne stehen und lesen. Kommen lohnt sich also. Der Eintritt ist prinzipiell frei, es sollten jedoch drei Euro Verzehrgeld mitgenommen werden, der netten Gastgeber wegen.

Sorry people, but an English version of this post just wouldn't make any sense, since you wont be able to come to Hanover within the next two weeks, right?

p.s.: Ins Chicago kommt man übrigens nur, wenn man über 18 ist. Warum weiß ich nicht und ob sie das tatsächlich kontrollieren auch nicht. Wollte ich nur gesagt haben, nicht, dass sich sonst wer beschwert.