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fertilizer in the morning

What would I write about? The ICQ distracts me. And now is also the door. Apparently there's The-One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or my fucking annoying roommate home. Well, but I am on active time on another. For the other roommate has cooked for me just now 'very nice.

There are other worries. Now comes ER (not Jon Bon) twice and then never again ... Today I was quite sad. Then I am alone with the syndicate. Well, only one is a syndicate member. And there's also the nice ladies from next door.
my lovely favorite colleague begins on Thursday at his new job. Hopefully I find a kindred spirit on Wednesday evening, who gets drunk with me until unconsciousness! But there are also some good news: He told me today that he still sometimes there is. Juhuuuuuuuuuuuu! Sometimes ... naja.

The whole story actually began with the morgentlichen fertilizer. I had Saturday lunch at the university, because I took part in a study as subjects. It was mid-November. Neurofeedback, sleep and memory was the content. Ten times I had to do neurofeedback training, taking me an hour, the EEG is derived. I set the record neurofeedback, if anyone is interested. Before and after that I had a Saturday to each of the sleep lab and sleep there and learn. Together with EEG, EOG, ECG and cables on cables. But this has still been fun to at least that last Saturday. As I sat at breakfast this morning, the sun was so beautiful and I decided to open the balcony door. A serious mistake. The farmer just fertilized. Man, that smell you get in quickly, but not good release. It also does not smell like fertilizer on the fields, if you drive the car on it and would collect a hefty breeze. Fresh manure smells much more disgusting, as if a shit for hours without pause into the room. Good. A few hours later I was told: manure in the morning brings grief and sorrow.

My study experimenter had applied for a job at the hospital and could not bring himself to accept it because it would have to give up everything at the university and the job was defined as unclear. That day she told me that they had canceled, and instead my favorite man now wondering whether he should do it. My other, comic mate, who is employed half of the hospital had induced him to do so. Hope to see you not in the EEG, when someone cries! Oops, that was a shock! Va was clear that he does it: A permanent job does not come as often and he is already bissl older. Well, on St. Nicholas, he told me then that he cuts off. Luckily I was able to advance abheulen ever since was not quite at the way I think of that.

But actually I did not complain at all. Must just mention again that he is the greatest man in the world and I would marry him on the spot without hesitation. So nice, so caring, so funny and so smart and still modest - this must be found first. And pretty it is also, I've already mentioned?
Last week, he said I was the devil in the form of angels, but he was too old to be seduced. So I offered him but only chocolate to, but that was somehow significant. Well. I'd better remember the pretty little piggy.

I lost my favorite earring on Friday at least the third time today and gave it to my colleague who had found him. What luck! That does not exist, that is turned up again and again!

Man, I really wanted to write something completely different, but I no longer remembers. We go to Vienna at the weekend - woot! Sun's see I have to Desperate Housewives, finally got the DVD. Or Harry Potter read. Such are the small pleasures of the singles.

man, à propos Singles: I have the week before last chance sale made. Was with my nice colleague in the Saturn and while they listened to a CD inside, I grabbed one too. After three songs was clear: even if the rest was scrap, it would be worthwhile to buy this disc. Garbage - "Bleed Like Me". And the rest of the songs is also wonderful! So a horny CD! Unfortunately, the Green Day ne so great. You can not have it all.

So, that was enough dung for tonight. It's almost nine. Unfortunately, my bike broke and I have to run tomorrow. The pedal is broken. Fortunately, when I was almost outside the house. But on the main road - Thank God again went well. But I need a new pedal, otherwise I'm always late.

Ahoy (shower) that's it for now!

PS: Ui, no, what still needs to add. I finally married, sometimes others on this great work of art (see photo journal from April 3 in Salzburg) to draw attention. Incredibly, this perversion is really noticed anything yet. Apart from J., who goes by every day on it, but can not find it that bad. Should he might be perverse? Somewhere must be the hook, yes. No, seriously: The others were also "very impressed" by this sexy swan hahaha. In the university is also a great work, I have to shoot once and then quietly put in here.

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memories and insights

I have just a few photos of the was last year and also looked at the videos we (J. and I) had turned to my former roommate than in Egypt. Here are some things to me has become clear to me anyway, however, were clear.

first Eddie was the very best! Fortunately, we shot the video because he is also to be seen on it - I'd forgotten! Man, I must cry now, but he's been dead nearly half a year, the dearest, most tame, smartest guinea pigs in the world!

second Mr. Lämmel just IS sweet. There's nothing in it to shake.

third In the summer everything is viiiiel beautiful! So I am not so long ago moved out here. The Summer pictures of the grass and the trees around the house - and all around the mountains - just leave everything seem more beautiful! Now everything is bleak and dreary.

4th C. & P. are great friends! They have taken me to such beautiful places and given me the beautiful Easter sheep (the other sheep Easter logs unfortunately never).

5th The term "ausgeschlaucht rectally (Fluex) is just to hilarious!

I still do not exactly know what is going on with the shrunken heads to be - in fact I will not even know anymore - I let it now be good.
I must hug again Eddis successor.
Good night everyone! May you not dream of variance analysis!

Denise Milani Fake Books

migraine, housecleaning and skiing

So, today I will write again eeeeeeeeeeeendlich what, even if only used briefly. I now have a laptop - woot - and this is the first laptop-blog session. Thanks
migraine and skiing, I'm at home today and I can once again devote the blog.

We were skiing on Saturday and that was really nice (to my hand for a few small or larger confusions that I will report later). Unfortunately it happened to me in the evening did not go well and we really wanted. As I reach my friend S. could not because his friend C. had taken the common mobile phone to Germany, I could not cancel his unfortunately. That was pretty stupid, but Fortunately he was very understanding and have a beer did the rest to make amends. Well, yesterday we went then I really saudreckig. I had such a headache that not even half aspirin. At this point everyone was despised, who claim that women only think of migraine, to avoid unwanted sex. More women were despised, they do that really. It really sucks when it caught one!
was this morning's still not go, so I reported sick. Sorry, I'm wasting a valuable J.-day, that is one of the 12 (?) Days on which my dearest favorite colleague is still there.
goes Now it's me but better. Is funny sometimes. Therefore, I am in Housecleaning-Constitution. Have just "forgotten house rules" when wiping a bit of the woman from the Lanner Street in Dresden, and their signs missing. So skiing is

been exhausting, especially if you are beginner. I suddenly feel pain muscles I've never owned before. But it was beautiful! We were in Zauchensee / Flachau, there was on Saturday the women's World Cup. Have even seen women drivers. Madness, as the OESIS were happy that they won. Renate Goetschl was the winner, this name I had to burn into my brain. But complain if the Germans are proud of their football players. Well.

The ski area is certainly huge, and we went with so many lifts that I had only the goal of women's departure as a point soon. Stupid, I had brought with me a map. For shortly before the lift ride time (of all), I got off the road and was suddenly completely wrong. My girlfriend called me and told me the 8-th-lift and then boot up again with the chair again. Unfortunately I did not know that with the 8-th-lift did not mean the big chair, but probably the gondola, which was anyway the wrong one. So I made my way up then and was a little confused. Stupid, there were only narrow red runs up there and so I had to bite the bullet. Fortunately, I did not get far, because I my stick lost. Because suddenly called to the artery and said I should take back to the top and the chair lift. However, they believed me somewhere else, because there was no longer chair lift, which apparently led to above. So I grabbed the skis on my shoulder and marched back up the mountain - the man was crappy. Up there they told me I must go back all the way down and take the gondola to the top. Another phone call made it clear that I am completely wrong, which runs on a completely different mountain and closed the lifts soon. So I went as fast as I could, down the hill and met almost no people more. That was nice while driving, but a bit scary. Below was the lift of course. To Fortunately, A. and her friend were separated and the friend was standing with his car on the other side than us. Then they came for me from the bottom. We took the car quite a bit and then met with A., which I then had to drive back again, because I still had to make the skis. Thank God, had the rental still up.

That was perhaps an embarrassing story. Why is this happening to nothing more than me? I wonder if there are other such unlucky. I feel like Alfons Zitterbacke. Well. Ski heil!