On account of it being my birthday, here is the best story in the world:

I HAVE TICKETS TO THE CHILI'S CONCERT IN FRANKFURT!

And tonight I'm going to go out and have a goddamn fucking blast.
By the way, today is also the day that I'm exactly ONE year single.

Me so horny.

To sum it all up: Shit happened.

And basically, I don't know what to write. How to write. My head is empty.

Well, well... I guess I can strike off another country off my "visited" list; Czechia was a success, more or less. I went cheap shopping (which wasn't all that cheap) at some Asia market there. It was pretty funny, I went to Czechia and all I saw was Japs trying to sell me something. Priceless.

And in any case, I didn't even buy anything I wanted, not to mention the fact that I majorly bought stuff for my brothers and half of the money was blown out for cigarettes.

The driving went bad. I'd been doing good so far and as soon as it gets serious, I forget how to fucking shift gears. You might think that's not so much of an issue, but it really is when you're in 5th, going at 160 km/h and trying to get through a 30 km/h curve. My driving teacher almost died, she really was about to cross herself.

Everything else was alright, I never knew how much fun speeding on the Autobahn could be. I was in a complete rush.

Then, last night, I went along with my brother for a game of Texas Hold 'Em (cash game). I was quite intimidated since I was playing the "pro's", and I've only been doing poker for like, what, 4 weeks? And I haven't won more than a meal at McDonald's so far. I played really carefully and pam, after 4 hours and 10 invested bucks, I went out the game with 50 damn €uro. Success.

I was just about to order an Ipod with all my saved up money. Then Sunday came. And Sunday was/is a wasted day. Waste of time, waste of energy and most importantly, waste of money.
The money I won at the poker game.

It's a really long story, but to cut it short, I went driving with Phil on a driving court in my bro's car, the car completely crashed AND some idiot bumped into us, and I had to pay money for the court AND the cigarettes AND the food we had to eat in order to survive the shocks. Oh, and fuel. Damn fucking fuel.

Tomorrow's school again, and I feel like minus a million dollar. I'll be sleeping like a stone, I tell ya.

Nothing worthy of telling is happening at this time. I'm going to Czechia on Friday with my driving teacher. It's like one major driving class. Six hours of driving, and I'm going to share the car with another student. Sounds like lots of fun, and I can buy cheap cigarettes over there.

Anyway, the rest of my life is pretty boring. School is overwhelming and killing, and I'm thinking about dropping out because I don't know if I can do it. I know I can qualify for next year, but I don't know if I'll be happy with my results after 13 years of semi-hard work.

In any case, I want to go and watch Borat. It must be the best movie in the world.

Well, the plan's screwed, it's not working. If anything I'm smoking alot more than before. Great fuck.

Enjoy this instead:

The following plan: I'm going to lock myself up for the whole weekend. I will only occasionally leave the room to take a shit and maybe (but only maybe) shower. Every three hours I'm going to order a party pizza, a bottle of Vodka and a bucket of Hägen Dasz. And maybe (but only maybe) KFC chicken wings.

I will not talk to anyone or anything. Except if it's on the internet, so I will most likely leave my room anyway. But only to take a shit, a possible shower and to molest little children on MySpace. NO EXCEPTIONS.

There is a slight chance I might even finish all my school tasks.
A slight chance, you know, when I'm done reading everything I've already read before, and I'll read it again. I'm a procrastinator like that.

The aim? I'm going to quit smoking. I haven't bought a new pack in two days, which is awesome because I am smoking for free at school, which is the only place I'm smoking anyway. Today I made it to class without smoking, even, but the morning cigarette's lack hurt so much I had to smoke two in the following break. I know, bad. But I'm trying hard to get rid of it. It stinks, it's expensive and all my friends are tools. To change your environment, you have to change yourself. That's what I'm doing.

Either that or I'm dying of lung cancer.

Not blogging that much these days, because the five minutes per day that I have left to fill up with my own will are spent on playing this addictive game. Must. Do... Homewrrjkk.....

Alright, I'm so obsessed with this woman, it made me watch 13 Going On 30 the 4th time just to actually see her. I haven't had the guts to get around Elektra, that movie sucks so bad even without having watched it... all I did was watch the lesbian kiss (which was promoted heavily on some blog, wheras the scene was rather.. pityful than sexy. It's such a typical men's movie).

Aaah, talk about having no life. Even my friends and especially my brother think I'm nuts. But this is only helping me shelter myself from everything else that is going on around me, seriously. I'd rather spend my days thinking about how cool it must be to be Sidney Bristow or being friends with Jen Garner than that half hearted apology my ex boyfriend stuttered down the other day, or the piles of homework I still have to get done, or God bless automobiles, my driver's licence, which I'm not so keen on getting anymore.

More interesting yet, I went to see Miami Vice last night, which was next to taking three lines of coke and drinking half a bottle of Vodka on an empty stomach was probably the worst idea I've ever had in my entire life. The movie sucked so much that I went outside before it had even ended to smoke a cigarette. It was the first time in months that I thought about how good it would've been to just get stoned right then. Not even the presence of mighty yum yum Colin Farrell could comfort me, the long sleezy hair and-- Jesus, the moustache. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOUSTACHE?! That thing breathes and lives, it's that irritatingly big.

To continue my procrastination programme that involves both the ignorance of duty and socializing, I'm going to watch the The Simpsons Top 10 Best Episodes Marathon. Oh and, maybe I'm going to get myself something to eat, if I'm not too lazy.

I forgot how great the functionality of weekend was. You start worshipping free time even more when it's not daily. I was a little slow on finding out, I know.. laters.