you will ask yourself what the hell this should be.
the answer:
the best parts in my weeks.
so called smokial conversations are with amazing friends one, twice or (sometimes) three times a week. you’re sitting or standing in the kitchen and talk about sense and nonsense. facts and fiction. thoughts and emotions.
and sometimes you’re not saying a word, just smoke your cigarettes and enjoy the silence accompanied by a friend.
well, you-know-who, thanks for smoking! 
after all carneval time ends with today night. and i’m really happy with this fact.
everywhere crazy, drunken people with costumes and not the best manners. i’m not prude, especially not during the carneval periode, but i guess with my last birthday the love to this “mystical” und “special” season has found its end.
well, i can’t imagine why i liked it so much… meeting friends, having some drinks… playing a role. everyone of us can have this daily. especially acting to be someone else isn’t what i am looking for right now.
frankly, i love the thougt of being myself to study and just have to be honest with everyone around me.
as a matter of fact right now, i just want to take a hot bath and afterwards do some painting, maybe i try to finish my latest piece of oil painting… being nice to my hurt leg.
(haha… a really witty story… i took a picture of a nice scenery outside of salzburg and i twisted my ankle… so right now i’m wearing a splint… even at night. grrrrr)
oh… and i guess i’ll try out my new mp3-player… if i can find some pieces by karajan at home i’d be pleased… ’cause i can’t bear haydn any longer.
