Gravitated towards a taste
For foreign films and modern plays
But that machine could only
Bend to squares five to six times
Before your fingers came unwired...

Weights down so that you could move forwards

Pinch to snub that restless nerve
And knock the wind from one last urge
With two fingers and a rock glass,
Time passed and that was that
Quite a slip (a loosened grasp)

Weights down so that you could move forwards

... what a way to cut lengthwise...

We are still in Italy...

We had a loveley day today, throwing the ball around in the sea. A small accident was kind of disturbing where i hit the ball out of Sonjas hand and she hurt herself a bit...it was not my fault though, really it was not my fault!!!

Other than that we are now having a kind of peacefull time, everyone doing stuff on his own, Michi is reading in his room and listening to music while I guess Sonja is sleeping in her room and i am stuck on the outside with no one to talk to...well I am listening to music but that is not as full filling....but peace is good i guess.

We bought some towels from a guy on the beach. Cool stuff kind of towels...mine looks a bit like a referees shirt...that is cool in my eyes.

Oh and last night i found out that Michi sucks at fooseball...but I do think it was just not his day.

So long, holiday greetings to anyone who may reads this...

Ciao

Hey,

so we are in Italy and I took my labtop with me. This means that thx god to wireless lan i can go online and write these wonderfull lines...

Our holidays are fun so far, maybe the first day had its highs and lows but overall it was a great time. Michi and myself had one of the late night drinking sessions which was fun...

Juhee to the second day, me and Sonja already went to the beach today...Michi was meanwhile sleeping which is kind of normal i guess, you know it is MICHI!!!

Big plans for today are digging a giant hole on the beach and maybe check out some mini golf...showing off some moves on the court n stuff.

Bungiorno and Arrividerci (and I don't give a flying fuck if I wrote those two italian words right)

Hey,

so we are in Italy and I took my labtop with me. This means that thx god to wireless lan i can go online and write these wonderfull lines...

Our holidays are fun so far, maybe the first day had its highs and lows but overall it was a great time. Michi and myself had one of the late night drinking sessions which was fun...

Juhee to the second day, me and Sonja already went to the beach today...Michi was meanwhile sleeping which is kind of normal i guess, you know it is MICHI!!!

Big plans for today are digging a giant hole on the beach and maybe check out some mini golf...showing off some moves on the court n stuff.

Buongiorno and Arrividerci (and I don't give a flying fuck if I wrote those two italian words right)

So tomorrow in the morning myself and some friens will take a small trip to Italy. Ahh finally
a vacation from every day shit and fucking Klagenfurt...nah I love it here,yeah right!

Anyways I can not wait till I get away from this town for a couple of days. Should be fun and
sun, I guess or let's just say I hope but you know how we do...partying Italy style *wuhaha*

And I have a very very good idea what I am gonna do those 4 Days long

- - ->look at the comic below



So long,

keep it clean people and I see all of you on Thursday.

and here is the lyrics of the week: this week Death Cab For Cutie - We Looked Like Giants

god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine
in a still suburban town

when every thursday i'd brave those mountain passes
and you'd skip your early classes
and we'd learn how our bodies worked

god damn the black night with all its foul temptations
i've become what i always hated
when i was with you then

we looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
fumbling to make contact
as the others slept inside

and together there
in a shroud of frost, the mountain air
began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
and i held you closer than anyone would ever get

do you remember the JAMC?
and reading aloud from magazines
i don't know about you but i swear on my name they could smell it on me
i've never been too good with secrets
no…

and together there
in a shroud of frost and mountain air
began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
and i held you closer…

Hey it's my birthday cake...you know it really is, i took the pic yesterday...nice chocolate kind of
thing...

I guess that is just birthday aftershocks when you actually hate the day of your birthday but
when it is over you are kind of sad that it went by so fast...

Oh and before I forget big Thx to Sonja and Michi for drinking with me on my birthday...it really
was fun guys...even though we had to "fight" to tell a story...

So i turn 23 in like 10 minutes...

hmm, what a feeling, i do not feel any different than i did when i was 22...well i feel like i fucked up another year of my life but that feeling always comes on the 1st September

Although i have to say the last year has pretty much been the one i fucked up most of the stuff i was supposed to not fuck up...oh man i get a kick out of using the word fucked up...fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up...who cares it is my birthday so i can do whatever the fuck i want...

Hmm strange thing is that this is the first year that i spent my last hour as a 22 year old at a gas station buying cigarettes and whiskey from a guy named Bob, i guess and some drunk dude that was having a coffee...

that is something new...

thx, so long for now and keep them years coming i just keep knocking em down...

Happy birthday to me...only 4 years till i am 27...you all know what that means!

So today is or was strange

I was visiting my grandparents and after we had lunch i just had to take a nap. Just like 30 minutes long or so. After I woke up again i was feeling kind of confused. I mean I had a terrible dream bout ants and god knows why ants, i mean ants...really? But the confusion I had was because of the little dots i was seeing on the ceilling...dots that are not there for real.

But to get back to the point i was lying in front of the TV tonight and suddenly i recognized black dots on the wall. I know tha if there were real dots it would be fine but there are not. The only thing that is there is a huge big fucking red wall but the dots...they kind of freaked me out.

So i guess the solution could be a) eat more b) sleep more c) do both d) think less...

hmm another solution could be to die but that sounds painful so i rule it out.

Elsa y Fred (Elsa and Fred), Movie 2005, Directed by Marcos Carnevale

I just got home from the movies and I have to say I have not been so moved and touched by a movie in recent years. I even would go as far as to say that I have never been as touched by a movie ever before...

The movie is about Elsa, a 77 year old woman and Fred a 76 year old guy. Elsa lives alone and divorced but she always states that her husband died and on the other side there is Fred who recently lost his wife. Fred always did what he had to do in life and when his wife dies movies into the appartment next to Elsa. Elsa is a dialyses patient which means her days are pretty much over but still these two manage to fall in love and Elsa shows Fred what it takes to live, really live no matter how old you are and that it depends on how you feel...

The acting is brilliant in a normal way which means this is not a hollywood movie. The storyline is sweet and never gets cheesy or too much hollywood like...it is like a painting with very decent lines that draw each character.

Overall I have to say this is really one of the sweetest touching and wonderful movies ever made and to be honest you have to see the movie for yourself to really understand what I mean.

The movie also made me reconsider and think about my own life and everything that happens and happened in it so far...not in a good or bad way but just to think...

Some escape some door to open
this path seems the blackest but i
guess it's the soonest
but there in the clearing i
know you'll be wearing
your young aching smile and
waving your hand
can't go with my heart when i
can't feel what's in it i
thought you'd come over
but for some reason you didn't
glass on the pavement under my shoe
without you is all my life amounts to

a final sleep no
words from my cutting
mouth to your ear or
taut wicked pinches
from my fingers to your bitter face
that i can't heal
i know tomorrow
you will be
somewhere in london
living with someone
you've got some kind of family
there to turn to
and that's more than i could ever give you

a chance for calm
a hope for freedom
outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
by the forest of our spring stay
where you walked away
and left a bleeding part of me
empty and bothered
watching the water
quiet in the corner
numb and falling through
without you what does my life amount to