It’s just as expected. My sister is sitting opposite me, both our heads are stuck behind the screens of our laptops. We’re talking and we’re not talking. I show her some music I like, introducing The British Expeditionary Force, Halo Of Pendor, Polarkreis 18 and some more bands. I’ll make a mixtape for her. At the moment I seem to be in love with making mixtapes.
Anyway, I got home – in actual fact I ran home – and ran up to her room. Knocked on the door, she allowed me in and I found her half asleep on the sofa. Rushed over and gave her a hug which she somewhat didn’t reply – I make her get used to it. We went down to the city centre of Freital to register her again and headed to Dresden (city centre… shopping) afterwards. I told her about my turning point experiences of the last time and, other than my parents, she said that she’s happy for me that things like that happened. She bought some warm socks, I bought a pair of shoes to use in our house. Well, they’re more like socks but they have those plastic dots on the bottom so that you can’t slip. They actually stick to the ground and I feel like a diver walking through the sand with his diving fins on. And I found a Cent thanks to them. I sounded like a tin whilst walking up and down the stairs and there it was. Now I’m sitting here in our kitchen, talking to my sis while my mother is getting some potato salad. I love our kitchen even though the light in there makes me look like a zombie. That’s life if you only get 1.5hrs of sleep each night. Today, I didn’t do anything for Uni so far. My sister’s back home and I wanted to spend the day with her.
Currently listening to: Portugal. The Man – Colors
Edit 9.25PM: I’ll post some more that is actually music related some time later this week. By the way: I have a new friend, he’s called “Bronchicum” and is something against coughing and bronchitis. The chemist recommended me going to see a doctor anyway. Seemingly, my cough doesn’t sound good at all. I’m only mad at the prospect of not being able to sing properly. Seriously. I don’t do it in a professional way or anything but it bugs me when I just can’t do it. :/ And – apart from that: I am amazed by the number of people who have a look and a read on this blog. I remember how things were about two months ago when nobody cared about it… it’s flattering. And it’s even more flattering to see (on the stats) that you seem to like my music blogging.
I’m currently installing iTunes… let’s see what it’s like. My sis is getting the new Apple MacBook tomorrow, a beauty in black. ‘You should get one, too! It’s for geeks and wannabe artists like you, Anke!’ (quote from a London friend of mine)
This is my sister, aged 5, and me, aged 2. Sitting on balls with a ladybug print on them, we’re obviousy laughing our heads off, even in a “Yes, we did it!” kind of way. We seemed to laugh a lot when we were little, or, before we got into primary school. At least for me, that was when all the troubles started. I love this picture, I really do, even though my mom has half of one of her fingers in front of the lens. You can still see those smiles on our faces whenever you meet us and get us to laugh or smile.
Welcome home, dearest sis.
I’ll see her after coming home from my Medieval England course.
After my 1.5hrs sleep-experience last night, I’m still sitting on a take home exam for a course called Medieval England. I know what to answer but I don’t know how to write it. Seriously. In order to keep me awake – I tend to produce the best texts at a stage where my conciousness is somewhat gone and automated – I had too many pieces of that huge chocolate bar that my mother gave me this afternoon. I feel sick. And looking at the clock or at the bottle of Coca Cola – well, you never know when you might need some extra sugar… – doesn’t really help either. In fact, it makes it even worse. I want to go to bed.
I’m counting down the hours… can’t wait for my big sis to come back home. I see us sitting there, drinking tea, talking about everything and nothing. 1.5 years is a long time.
Jonas, a friend of mine, suggested that I should look for a job where I can earn money writing reviews (about artists, CDs, songs) but I’m not too sure about that. It sounds daring but for now I feel like supporting my favourite artists without profiting out of that – isn’t their music and its impact on me enough for now? I mean, I need music in order to be able to be creative. I know that you can’t live of music alone but apart from what I mentioned just now, I think that there’s still a long way to go until I am ready for that kind of job. I just need some more time.
I still feel sick. And I can see myself on the bathroom floor again, laying on the cold blue tiles (this happens whenever I feel bad and am close too passing out, which happens pretty often due to my great and horrible circulatory). I’d rather party all night through getting drunk than coping with this. I didn’t even have the time to do the take home earlier.
Currently listening to: The Gentle Act Incident – 4am
Edit: By the way, I started to work on my short story cycle again. As I said, I need some form of a creative output, otherwise I’ll run riot. Emotionally.
