Lost in the Supermarket

Good day, lads and gents. Amsterdam got me again. Weekend was wild. Swedish girls seem to be, opposed to ones (my) believes, very able to hold their drinks. Some dude wanted me to come with him to his apartment, had to tell him that I'm already in love with another man. And by the time I could not stand up straight anymore some Dutch guy tried to punch me because I spoiled his drink (accidenally, while dancing). Lucky enough he seemed to have been seeing me double which made it rather difficult for him to actually hit me. At that point there was obviously nothing left to do than pack the swedish goddesses on my bike and drive home for a wild orgy... Then I woke up.

Apart from that I'm enjoying the last days of my live as a 23 year old. Let's see if things get better once one turns 24. I doubt it.

That's all it, once more. Next time I'll be getting some pictures for you to look at.

Leaving Home, Going Home

My first and last words from Vienna for this season. I'm at the Vienna airport waiting for my flight to take me back home. Home? Where might that be? I for one, don't know. Very strange feelings are to be had during those last hours, minutes, seconds... Is it the lack of sleep? Should one not dance all night at the Flex before a long trip? Or is it the end of a week-long depression that pretty much drowned this holiday?

Maybe one should complain less. After all one had a good time. Well, with all this money spent it better was a damn good time.

Now Amsterdam is waiting again. Hopefully my home is still there and my bike not stolen. Well, one will see soon... Good Night, Vienna!

Vienna Calling

Bin wieder mal dem Falco verfallen, und wohlmerklich auch der Deutschen Sprache. Die Tage in der Ferne sind gezaehlt, so ist es mir sogar erlaubt zu sagen, naechste Woche bin ich schon derheim. Hach, ich freu mich schon... Heute ist Sinterklaas feest, ja schon am 5ten, in Belgien kommt er aber erst am 6ten. Auch kommt der Nikolaus hier nicht aus dem Wald, sondern mit dem Schiff aus Spanien und jedes Jahr kommt er in einer anderen Stadt an. Diese Jahr wird er in Middelburg ankommen, in Amsterdam war er schon seit 1963 nicht mehr :( Sein finsterer Gehilfe heisst Zwarte Piet, was hier glegentlich ein wenig umstritten wird, da es manchmal als diskriminierend angsehen wird.

Fuer die Kinder gibts natuerlich massig Geschenke und Suessigkeiten. Weihnachten wird hier nicht so ausgiebig gefeiert, desswegen gibt es alles schon heute :) Find ich sehr sympatisch. An suessem haben die Niederlaender Strooigoed (sprich: Stroichud) zu bieten, was nichts anderes als eine bunte Mischung von Lebkuchen (Pepernoten) , Schokolade und Marzipan ist. Als Geschenke gibts wie ueberall, Playstations, Xboxes und natuerlich den Nintendo Wii!!!

Das positive an der ganzen Sache ist auf jeden Fall, dass der ganze Weichnachtseinkaufstress in ein paar Tagen komplett vorbei ist, nachdem morgen und uebermorgen alle ihr Zeugs umgetauscht haben und ich in Ruhe und Frieden fuer euch, liebe Leser, massig Weihnachtsgeschenke einkaufen kann ohne mich, so wie Ihr, durch gesteckt volle Einkaufszentren quetschen muss... HAHA!

And better late than never, a small bonus...

I succeed never will!!!

First part of CPE testing tomorrow is. The more nearer testing is come, me Englisch goes away from me soo quick. I succeed never will!!! Please give help me!!!

Also:

"I heard vagina have teeth and if you do not give the proper password in time they snap shut.
Confirm/Deny?

Yes yes, the password is 'Diamonds'."

Draw YOU!

There is this cool site where you can draw yourself, as a South Park figure.... Proude as I am, I present you my wonderfull creation. Below is how I felt when I woke up Sunday morning.

So go ahead, draw YOU!

[Via SP-Studio]

Back Home

Well, question is, where is home? Is it here? Or there? Or even where one still has to go?

I'll go for the last option.

Anyway, ticket has been bought. Whoever feels like it can pick me up at the airport on the 15th of December, around 19:40 or so. Guess I can buy my train ticket right away... Time in Vienna is limited though, precise plans have to be made on who to spend time with, for how long, while talking about which topic. Guaranteed however it is that around ten on the 15th, my ass will be stuck at Johnnys Pub while pints of lager are poured into my throat. Ehh, maybe a Guinness or two as well.

See ya all in Vienna! Or not?

Bawling Austrians...

...invaded Amsterdam today. Austria Wien battled AJAX Amsterdam in this stupid game, where a couple of guys kick a white round thingy around and try to achieve something called offside. Am I getting that right?

Anyway, shouting "RAPID WIEN" in the streets of Amsterdam would get your butt kicked today whereas any other day of the year strange looks would be ones only yield. Funny enough my dear uncle tried his luck... Hope he gets well soon!

Someone told me the outcome was 3:0 whatever that means... Guess who won!

And for all those German speaking bastards visiting my blog, laugh at those sport reporters at Der Standard whose German is even worse than me English ;)

"Die Veilchen müssen sich in der Arena zu Amsterdam nach passabler Leistung mit 3:0 - derStandard.at berichtete live"