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.