well, what is there to say? i always am full of random stupidity, to the maximum really. half the time i don't really know what i am talking about let alone does anybody else. but i don't see that as a big problem, it can be entertaining :L
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Innere Ruhe
Ich bin mir nicht sicher warum, aber heute hatte ich einem Moment in dem ich dachte 'Das musst du aber teilen, ob Leute das jetzt lesen oder nicht.' Ich hatte mich schon seit einigen Tagen gefragt worueber ich denn noch bloggen koennte. Mir fiel nichts ein, aber in dem Moment, auf ein Mal war es mir klar, dass ich dies dokumentieren wollte. Aus irgendeinem Grund inspirierte es mich so sehr. Warum in Deutsch? Es fühlt sich einfach angemessener an. Mir war nicht nur klar, dass ich über dies schreiben wollte, auch dass es in Deutsch sein musste. Also...
Nach guten anderthalb Studen ermüdendem Balletttanzens, schloss unsere Leherin mit einer Entspannungsuebung ab. Wir hatten dies schon öfter getan, vor den Ferien (es war die erste Ballettstunde nach drei Wochen Urlaub). Wir lagen dann auf unseren Rücken und atmeten tief zu beruhigender Musik.
Aber diesmal war es anders.
Die Leherin erklärte uns zuvor noch kurz was wir machen sollten... In Niederländisch, doch ich verstand das Meiste. Die Klimaanlage wurde ausgeschaltet. Die Lichter ausgemacht (bis auf eine Lichterkette über dem Spiegel die ein dimmes, mildes Licht von sich gab) und die Lautsprecher spielten nun, auch wenn laute, trotzdem beruhigende Streichmusik. Wir legten uns nicht hin, sondern sassen im Schneidersitz, meine Arme hingen vor meinem Körper herrunter, in der Beuge des Schneidersitzes. Das Eingzige, das wir machen sollten war den Kopf (oder wie ich heute herrausfand, hoofd oder so in Holländisch, hehe) zu verschiedenen Seiten neigen, und ihn dann langsam kreisen lassen. Das zweimal, einmal rechts und einmal links beginnend. Und natürlich, am wichtigsten war, dass wir uns entspannten, die Stunde ausklingen ließen, die Nacht begrüßten, denn es war immerhin schon kurz nach zehn.
Dort saßen wir nun alle, im gedämpften Licht, und auf einmal überkam mich dieses Gefühl. Ein Gefühl der Ruhe. Der Stille. Des Wohlseins. Es hört sich sehr nach einem Klischee an. Vielleicht hört es sich kitschig an. Aber es ist wahr, ich fühlte mich auf einmal so wohl. Ganz anders als je zuvor.
Auf der rechten Seite konzentrierte ich mich noch zu viel. Ich war zu überwältigt von der Sensation sich so wohl zu fühlen. Dann schoßen meine Gedanken gleich dazu, dass ich dieses Erlebnis teilen und aufschreiben wollte. Genau das tue ich ja gerade auch.
Aber das zweite Mal, auf der linken Seite, gelang es mir meine Gedankenstrr zu stoppen und mein Gehirn so gut es ging abzuschalten. Meine Sorgen waren für ein paar kostbare Momente vergessen. Ich ließ die Musik mich durchfluten, schloss meine Augen und kreiste meine Kopf langsam, langsam, langsam gegen den Uhrzeigersinn. Ich fühlte wie jeder Teil meines Halses und Nackens sich spannte und dieses Spannungsgefuehl um meinen Hals wanderte. Ich empfand jeden Quadratzentimeter meines Nackens, und Halses, so als ob ich dies noch nie gespürt hätte.
All das scheint vielleicht etwas übertrieben. Oder unwichtig. Aber es gab mir so ein Gefühl des Wohlbefindens, das ich nicht loslassen wollte.
Auf dem Weg nach Hause fragte ich meinen Vater nach ein Paar seiner CDs mit stiller, ruhiger Musik, denn ich habe jede feste Absicht dies nach so manchem stressigen Tag zu wiederholen.
Nach guten anderthalb Studen ermüdendem Balletttanzens, schloss unsere Leherin mit einer Entspannungsuebung ab. Wir hatten dies schon öfter getan, vor den Ferien (es war die erste Ballettstunde nach drei Wochen Urlaub). Wir lagen dann auf unseren Rücken und atmeten tief zu beruhigender Musik.
Aber diesmal war es anders.
Die Leherin erklärte uns zuvor noch kurz was wir machen sollten... In Niederländisch, doch ich verstand das Meiste. Die Klimaanlage wurde ausgeschaltet. Die Lichter ausgemacht (bis auf eine Lichterkette über dem Spiegel die ein dimmes, mildes Licht von sich gab) und die Lautsprecher spielten nun, auch wenn laute, trotzdem beruhigende Streichmusik. Wir legten uns nicht hin, sondern sassen im Schneidersitz, meine Arme hingen vor meinem Körper herrunter, in der Beuge des Schneidersitzes. Das Eingzige, das wir machen sollten war den Kopf (oder wie ich heute herrausfand, hoofd oder so in Holländisch, hehe) zu verschiedenen Seiten neigen, und ihn dann langsam kreisen lassen. Das zweimal, einmal rechts und einmal links beginnend. Und natürlich, am wichtigsten war, dass wir uns entspannten, die Stunde ausklingen ließen, die Nacht begrüßten, denn es war immerhin schon kurz nach zehn.
Dort saßen wir nun alle, im gedämpften Licht, und auf einmal überkam mich dieses Gefühl. Ein Gefühl der Ruhe. Der Stille. Des Wohlseins. Es hört sich sehr nach einem Klischee an. Vielleicht hört es sich kitschig an. Aber es ist wahr, ich fühlte mich auf einmal so wohl. Ganz anders als je zuvor.
Auf der rechten Seite konzentrierte ich mich noch zu viel. Ich war zu überwältigt von der Sensation sich so wohl zu fühlen. Dann schoßen meine Gedanken gleich dazu, dass ich dieses Erlebnis teilen und aufschreiben wollte. Genau das tue ich ja gerade auch.
Aber das zweite Mal, auf der linken Seite, gelang es mir meine Gedankenstrr zu stoppen und mein Gehirn so gut es ging abzuschalten. Meine Sorgen waren für ein paar kostbare Momente vergessen. Ich ließ die Musik mich durchfluten, schloss meine Augen und kreiste meine Kopf langsam, langsam, langsam gegen den Uhrzeigersinn. Ich fühlte wie jeder Teil meines Halses und Nackens sich spannte und dieses Spannungsgefuehl um meinen Hals wanderte. Ich empfand jeden Quadratzentimeter meines Nackens, und Halses, so als ob ich dies noch nie gespürt hätte.
All das scheint vielleicht etwas übertrieben. Oder unwichtig. Aber es gab mir so ein Gefühl des Wohlbefindens, das ich nicht loslassen wollte.
Auf dem Weg nach Hause fragte ich meinen Vater nach ein Paar seiner CDs mit stiller, ruhiger Musik, denn ich habe jede feste Absicht dies nach so manchem stressigen Tag zu wiederholen.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Behold! For this is a random moment!
If there's one thing to know about me, it's that I am random!
So I thought to compose a story including a ton of inside jokes... and of course a fair share of pure randomness - à la Sophie!
*WARNING! The following is a pile of random crap not suitable for expectant mothers, people with heart conditions or high blood pressure, people with back/neck injuries or people with any other condition that could be aggravated by thisride... uhh story I mean. Minimum height required 1m10 - and yes that does exclude you, Lauren! No story-time for you, tranny granny!*
Drum-roll, please!
It's the awkward moment when the Dark Lord (aka Voldemort) before killing you, confesses that he buttf*cked your dead mother and proceeds to laugh like a retarded ... snake? I suppose that's what he's meant to be? Well anyways he kinda laughs like this: 'NEEheHEEE!!' Then you realize that the only way to escape death is by crawling along the fluffy carpet, but you're just not talented, not like Tartifarty. Es liegt alles an deinem Arsch und du kannst nichts daran ändern! Und übrigens, du hast da voll den Fluff! Looks like the only way out is to get a snack in form of a CHICKEN and regain your strength. You're finally able to stand up and walk away from the slightly baffled Voldemort, who strangely enough resembles Justin Bieber! You think to yourself... he looks stoned - just like Justin Bieber! Suddenly a random creature appears from behind a bush and asks: 'Wanna hear a joke??' You see do harm in this and reply: 'Sure.' '...SQUIRREL!!! ...Well done, you can handle the pinecone!!' You are ever so slightly confused by this randomness and distracted by the creature's appearance... it looks very much like a midget Chinese-posh-chav person. You're not quite sure how that works either. Before you are able to inspect the gnome-like, posh-chavy-thing it has already disappeared again. Meanwhile Supercucumber took care of Voldemort - he won't bother you again! You continue walking through these woods you found yourself in and get to a lake you discover to be full of turtles. Instantly a question pops to your mind: 'Can turtles fart??' After thorough consideration you decide to ask your German principal at school when you finally get out of this forest. One of the turtles approaches you slowly and opens its mouth. To your utter surprise it starts reciting extremely depressing poems. 'The air gets icy. The hair on the back of my neck stand. I never believed this before. Never thought I would. But after being here for this long, I have come to notice, I’m not alone. They scream in my ear.' All you reply is 'cooleo' and since this is just way too creepy, you start running away from the turtle. It exclaims 'BUT I AM A GHOST! DON'T PUSH ME INTO THE SHADOWS!!', however you ignore it and keep on running. You didn't realise that this racket had aroused the herd of hippos grazing nearby. They all start chasing you angrily, prolly 'cause of some unfinished business involving one of the female hippos and her friend not being very happy with you...? The only way you are able to distract them is by breaking out into Octopus-Dancing. Luckily it worked and you seek refuge under a large tree. Don't ask me how that would help in any way, it's your stupidity - not mine! All you know is that you don't want to get stuck in a Hoopadoopa, because last time that happened all you could hear was WHOOOOOSH - and there went another giraffe. So you stand there waiting for sunny weather when you see the oddest thing. There goes a warthog hand in hand with a troll, casually walking past not taking any notice of you. Suddenly they stop, one flies off and the other teleports away. You're left more confused than ever... and for some reason have the incredibly random craving for blueberries! This calls for immediate action - you need to get back home! You look around a little and actually this place looks pretty familiar! It's your local mall! You are saved! (and yes, the randomness of this story allows random illogical things to happen) You can find your way back home now! As you start walking you notice stepping on something - it's a book! You pick it up... looks like a diary with a drawing of Paris and the Eiffel Tower on it. Since it looks rather interesting you open it, nosy as you are, and find pages and pages full of pictures of this guy... and lipstick prints all over them. Pretty odd you're thinking, and there are random captions underneath them like 'Dubstep became crep' or 'He always says he'll be back but never does come back!!' You close the book and throw it in the nearest bin, you've had enough of weird things today! But little do you know that it's gonna get even wairder pretty soon! As you step out of the mall it starts raining.... it starts raining MEN! Shame you forgot you're man-umbrella. The thing is, it is raining FAT men! This means you gotta make a run for it. The men that rain down have name tags on them, some of them read 'Jenna', 'Bruder', 'Günther', 'Mr.Perv', 'Feminine', 'Zwilling', 'Hans', 'Hippo-boy', 'b. Sopha', or 'Frankferter'. You get distracted reading the tags and don't realize that another fat man is about to descend on you. Next thing you know, or more like don't know, is that you are knocked out underneath his layers of fat, new ones sprouting periodically. That fatty was labeled 'Lauren'. You wake up in your living room, which is decorated festively. There is a banner on the wall saying 'Welcome back to the awkward-fest that is your life!' One guest at this rather extraordinary party exclaims 'Let's all hold hands!!! Bob Dylan is dead!!' '...Bob Dylan is dead? When did that happen? I had tickets to his tour!!', you think to yourself. You are being torn out of your deep thought processes by your brother busting through the door. He shouts 'Sorry I'm late, but somebody turned the cursor into a self-peeling banana!' He adds a strange arm movement and sounds terribly British. You're beyond the point of confused and ask what in the world is going on? The unanimous reply you get is 'This is a party to celebrate you're pregnancy! You're carrying the child of one named Rory and one name George! It will be called RORGE! Oh, and as a present we got you this limited edition of 'How To Read Signals for Dummies!' You are gobsmacked and unable to think clearly. How is this possible?! - But you're actually pretty happy about that present. You sit down and all you can say is 'Wlel this is ... pretty awesome possum!' However your head aches and all that can offer any consolation is a handful of blueberries. You put some in your mouth, realize that they are absolutely vile and spit them out again. To sum up the day you simply say 'Delightful!' and pass out - all this crazy random sh*t was just too much for you.
Hmmm, maybe I got a little carried away... I do apologize for wasting 10 minutes of your life :P
So I thought to compose a story including a ton of inside jokes... and of course a fair share of pure randomness - à la Sophie!
*WARNING! The following is a pile of random crap not suitable for expectant mothers, people with heart conditions or high blood pressure, people with back/neck injuries or people with any other condition that could be aggravated by this
Drum-roll, please!
It's the awkward moment when the Dark Lord (aka Voldemort) before killing you, confesses that he buttf*cked your dead mother and proceeds to laugh like a retarded ... snake? I suppose that's what he's meant to be? Well anyways he kinda laughs like this: 'NEEheHEEE!!' Then you realize that the only way to escape death is by crawling along the fluffy carpet, but you're just not talented, not like Tartifarty. Es liegt alles an deinem Arsch und du kannst nichts daran ändern! Und übrigens, du hast da voll den Fluff! Looks like the only way out is to get a snack in form of a CHICKEN and regain your strength. You're finally able to stand up and walk away from the slightly baffled Voldemort, who strangely enough resembles Justin Bieber! You think to yourself... he looks stoned - just like Justin Bieber! Suddenly a random creature appears from behind a bush and asks: 'Wanna hear a joke??' You see do harm in this and reply: 'Sure.' '...SQUIRREL!!! ...Well done, you can handle the pinecone!!' You are ever so slightly confused by this randomness and distracted by the creature's appearance... it looks very much like a midget Chinese-posh-chav person. You're not quite sure how that works either. Before you are able to inspect the gnome-like, posh-chavy-thing it has already disappeared again. Meanwhile Supercucumber took care of Voldemort - he won't bother you again! You continue walking through these woods you found yourself in and get to a lake you discover to be full of turtles. Instantly a question pops to your mind: 'Can turtles fart??' After thorough consideration you decide to ask your German principal at school when you finally get out of this forest. One of the turtles approaches you slowly and opens its mouth. To your utter surprise it starts reciting extremely depressing poems. 'The air gets icy. The hair on the back of my neck stand. I never believed this before. Never thought I would. But after being here for this long, I have come to notice, I’m not alone. They scream in my ear.' All you reply is 'cooleo' and since this is just way too creepy, you start running away from the turtle. It exclaims 'BUT I AM A GHOST! DON'T PUSH ME INTO THE SHADOWS!!', however you ignore it and keep on running. You didn't realise that this racket had aroused the herd of hippos grazing nearby. They all start chasing you angrily, prolly 'cause of some unfinished business involving one of the female hippos and her friend not being very happy with you...? The only way you are able to distract them is by breaking out into Octopus-Dancing. Luckily it worked and you seek refuge under a large tree. Don't ask me how that would help in any way, it's your stupidity - not mine! All you know is that you don't want to get stuck in a Hoopadoopa, because last time that happened all you could hear was WHOOOOOSH - and there went another giraffe. So you stand there waiting for sunny weather when you see the oddest thing. There goes a warthog hand in hand with a troll, casually walking past not taking any notice of you. Suddenly they stop, one flies off and the other teleports away. You're left more confused than ever... and for some reason have the incredibly random craving for blueberries! This calls for immediate action - you need to get back home! You look around a little and actually this place looks pretty familiar! It's your local mall! You are saved! (and yes, the randomness of this story allows random illogical things to happen) You can find your way back home now! As you start walking you notice stepping on something - it's a book! You pick it up... looks like a diary with a drawing of Paris and the Eiffel Tower on it. Since it looks rather interesting you open it, nosy as you are, and find pages and pages full of pictures of this guy... and lipstick prints all over them. Pretty odd you're thinking, and there are random captions underneath them like 'Dubstep became crep' or 'He always says he'll be back but never does come back!!' You close the book and throw it in the nearest bin, you've had enough of weird things today! But little do you know that it's gonna get even wairder pretty soon! As you step out of the mall it starts raining.... it starts raining MEN! Shame you forgot you're man-umbrella. The thing is, it is raining FAT men! This means you gotta make a run for it. The men that rain down have name tags on them, some of them read 'Jenna', 'Bruder', 'Günther', 'Mr.Perv', 'Feminine', 'Zwilling', 'Hans', 'Hippo-boy', 'b. Sopha', or 'Frankferter'. You get distracted reading the tags and don't realize that another fat man is about to descend on you. Next thing you know, or more like don't know, is that you are knocked out underneath his layers of fat, new ones sprouting periodically. That fatty was labeled 'Lauren'. You wake up in your living room, which is decorated festively. There is a banner on the wall saying 'Welcome back to the awkward-fest that is your life!' One guest at this rather extraordinary party exclaims 'Let's all hold hands!!! Bob Dylan is dead!!' '...Bob Dylan is dead? When did that happen? I had tickets to his tour!!', you think to yourself. You are being torn out of your deep thought processes by your brother busting through the door. He shouts 'Sorry I'm late, but somebody turned the cursor into a self-peeling banana!' He adds a strange arm movement and sounds terribly British. You're beyond the point of confused and ask what in the world is going on? The unanimous reply you get is 'This is a party to celebrate you're pregnancy! You're carrying the child of one named Rory and one name George! It will be called RORGE! Oh, and as a present we got you this limited edition of 'How To Read Signals for Dummies!' You are gobsmacked and unable to think clearly. How is this possible?! - But you're actually pretty happy about that present. You sit down and all you can say is 'Wlel this is ... pretty awesome possum!' However your head aches and all that can offer any consolation is a handful of blueberries. You put some in your mouth, realize that they are absolutely vile and spit them out again. To sum up the day you simply say 'Delightful!' and pass out - all this crazy random sh*t was just too much for you.
Hmmm, maybe I got a little carried away... I do apologize for wasting 10 minutes of your life :P
Best Songs...
I was a little lost as to what to post about but then I had an idea!:D
In my opinion the best songs...
1) to party to -> Labrinth - 'Earthquake', Modestep - 'Sunlight'
2) to dream to -> Robyn - 'Dream On'
3) to feel happy -> Queen - 'Don't Stop Me Now' , Kanye West - 'Good Life'
4) if feeling heartbroken -> Robyn - 'With Every Heartbeat', Crystal Castles - 'Not In Love'
5) to get high to (ok, I wouldn't actually know about this, I just thought it'd be funny:P)
-> Deadmau5 - 'I Remember'
6) to deal with a break-up -> Jason Derulo - 'Ridin' Solo', Basta - 'Sorgen in die Tonne'
7) to cry to -> P!nk - 'Nobody Knows'
8) that cheer up -> Eliza Doolittle - 'Pack Up'
9) that make you feel strong -> Christina Aguilera - 'Beautiful'
10) when having a feminist moment ;P -> Christina Aguilera - 'Can't Hold Us Down'
11) when feeling in love -> Paramore - 'The Only Exception', Auburn - 'Perfect Two'
12) when feeling emotional -> The Verve - 'Bittersweet Symphony', James Blake - 'Limit To Your Love', Lady Gaga - 'Brown Eyes'
13) when feeling angry -> My Chemical Romance - 'I'm Not Okay', Darwin Deez - 'Bad Day'
14) to wake up to -> Seeed - 'Aufstehn' (or alternatively 'Rise and Shine' in English)
15) to fall asleep to -> Jamie Woon - 'Night Air', Deadmau5 - 'Strobe'
16) to chill -> Frank Ocean - 'Novacane', Distance - 'Falling', Mt. Eden - 'Sierra Leone'
In my opinion the best songs...
1) to party to -> Labrinth - 'Earthquake', Modestep - 'Sunlight'
2) to dream to -> Robyn - 'Dream On'
3) to feel happy -> Queen - 'Don't Stop Me Now' , Kanye West - 'Good Life'
4) if feeling heartbroken -> Robyn - 'With Every Heartbeat', Crystal Castles - 'Not In Love'
5) to get high to (ok, I wouldn't actually know about this, I just thought it'd be funny:P)
-> Deadmau5 - 'I Remember'
6) to deal with a break-up -> Jason Derulo - 'Ridin' Solo', Basta - 'Sorgen in die Tonne'
7) to cry to -> P!nk - 'Nobody Knows'
8) that cheer up -> Eliza Doolittle - 'Pack Up'
9) that make you feel strong -> Christina Aguilera - 'Beautiful'
10) when having a feminist moment ;P -> Christina Aguilera - 'Can't Hold Us Down'
11) when feeling in love -> Paramore - 'The Only Exception', Auburn - 'Perfect Two'
12) when feeling emotional -> The Verve - 'Bittersweet Symphony', James Blake - 'Limit To Your Love', Lady Gaga - 'Brown Eyes'
13) when feeling angry -> My Chemical Romance - 'I'm Not Okay', Darwin Deez - 'Bad Day'
14) to wake up to -> Seeed - 'Aufstehn' (or alternatively 'Rise and Shine' in English)
15) to fall asleep to -> Jamie Woon - 'Night Air', Deadmau5 - 'Strobe'
16) to chill -> Frank Ocean - 'Novacane', Distance - 'Falling', Mt. Eden - 'Sierra Leone'
And lastly just some songs I felt necessary to add on,
simply because I love them so incredibly much!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Small Beginnings
So here we are, it is 11pm local time and I am writing my first blog entry. I created my blog last night and have no idea what I am doing :D So here's to the start of hopefully a somewhat decent blog.
I am really meant to be doing some school work, but what's the fun in that?
I've had enough of chemistry with all it's fossil fuels, compounds, hydrocarbons and that. A whole day ought to be enough of it.
This is meant to be some kind of introduction to my blog, however I am rather clueless as to what my future blog will look like.
So instead I shall give a brief intro about myself.
- Actually, no. That's boring. If anybody who actually reads this is somewhat interested, i guess just follow my future posts! :D
I hope that until then I have figured out what to do!
- Sophie, the first time Blogger!
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