steph

i moved

again

it's warm

and dry

full of stuff

hopefully it's for a while

tired now

bed

one of my housemates just told me that some scummy kids tried to put some fireworks into my exhaust (failing to set them alight though...not that i mind, but how difficult is it to light a match?) and i wondered why kids would have fireworks at this time of year. fair enough they put the christmas stuff out, but fireworks...i thought they were only allowed to sell them like the day before new year's eve or so. but then i remembered - 5th november - guy fawkes - parliament.

now what i never really understood about this things was the attitude towards it. are people condemning guy fawkes with it by blowing the fireworks up instead of parliament or are they actually secretly admiring him, wishing he succeeded and paying tribute to the poor sod? or maybe people are trying to actually still blow up the parliament only that they are not very good at it and shoot fireworks into the air, miles away from the actual place...for several hundred years and now it sort of became a tradition to miss it. very curious. hm, maybe i shouldn't be writing this, cos now i probably have someone screening my emails or following me, cos i might be a danger to the public with these thoughts. i better get a see-through rucksack...just in case.

on the homefront. i am moving. next monday. i checked the new house again. it's dry. that is really all i care about at the moment. dry and warm-ish. i am also still overworked. college is surprisingly good. i know that sounds a bit weird, but last year some of the modules were a bit pointless, but this year most of it actually looks to be quite useful. so, fingers crossed. apart from that...i recently started to feel a little bit home sick (i know, bit late after four years), might be because i live in a non-home at the moment. actually it's a little bit like camping. you know when you push all your stuff around so that nothing touches the sides in case the rain leaks through. only that the water in my case is coming from below. and a tent would probably be warmer. coming to think of it, the freezer would probably be warmer. anyway, i miss home. home-home i mean, as in germany. only two months to go and i'll have coffee and baguette in the piano (that's a bistro-cafe-bar, not a real piano). hmmmm.

i have just been shopping. no particular reason, just because i wanted to. i did not need anything, so i just bought random stuff, just because i can. of course, i spent too much money, but then, who cares, i am working my bloody arse off for it, so there you go.

rummaging through the stores i noticed a few things...

shoes for example. i am a size 8 (41). that is a little bit bigger than average, but not basketball player size. i chose 7 different pairs of shoes. one, i repeat, one, was available in my size. all of the other ones were only available up to size 5 or 6. now because the national average size is about a 5 or 6, they obviously order more of those sizes and less of the freaky sizes (like my number 8). understandable.

clothes. in any shop it seems impossible one week after the new collection is out to find anything in size 16 (42). the national average is probably about a size 12 (38). again, they probably order more of those sizes, because there are more people who could potentially buy them. but why is it then that i can never find clothes and all that is left in the sales in the end is bloody size 5 shoes, or anything below size 12 clothes. h&m has the speciality of hanging miles and miles of xs-sized clothes in the sales. for years. surely they must realise this at some point ad start ordering more stuff of 'other' sizes so that everyone has the chance of finding some fitting clothes. the whole thing is a mystery to me.

so, instead of buying sensible clothes that fit, i bought jewellery, going out dresses (which i am probably never going to wear, cos i don't go out) and handbags. you can never go wrong with that.

apart from that, i am still working too much, college is fine (and actually quite good fun at the moment), i am moving in two weeks time, my car has to go to a dreaded MOT and i have finally sent off that bloody tax return. also i am very sorry that i am not very good at communicating and keeping in touch at the moment, but it really is a time issue. i will better myself, i promise.