Things to Hate

Now, it’s a long time that I have posted here, but when Daniela asked me this morning if it is true that I’m no longer with the Vienna metroblogger-team, I was somehow urged to convince her: I AM! Besides, I’m sure you weren’t able to withdraw from my strange english syntax, right?

Anyway. It’s fucking cold outside, and we are only hours away from a long-awaited mystery called “Weihnachten“, an annual event that makes us all feel happy and funny and balanced. And funny it is, because obviously the arrival of this “emotional Worldorder”, that lasts until celebration (“Bescherung”) and until the kids start quarreling / the tree starts burning / the parents start shouting … Where did I start? Obviously waiting for this emotional kick makes people go out and buy stuff nobody ever needs, which is by no means wonderful for economy, and although Daniela desires a winter coat, this does not harm my argument. What is my argument? It’s even hardly an argument, I fear. What I have to say: I hate to be stuck in a tramway with thousands of pupils. I hate it even more, when these pupils turn out to be francophonic, shoveled in from the french school nearby (called Lycee. I hate the sheer existence of this word, not to mention its its exclusive “realisation”). I hate the fact that I have lost my cheap H&M-cap just the day before yesterday, and, yes, that was exactly the day when it became really cold, which is simply my destiny. I hate typing, seeing my english getting worse and I hate those pupils speaking fluently french because I was capable of that some ten years ago. So, decision-making: I think I’m going to write an article in Malmoe about my frustration, which won’t make me feel better at all. And I’m going to write german postings henceforth, because my english really sucks.

But let’s focus on utopistic thinking: Daniela, this is designated to you, for you forced me to move my ass (although this writing is definitely not moving anyone outside). Here is what I whish for us, then: We will meet some day. And we will share some cookies. And I will be very assistant and help you into your newly given winter coat. Merry Christmas.

8 Comments so far

  1. Daniela (unregistered) on December 16th, 2004 @ 8:06 pm

    you! i still dont have a warm winterjacket. i plan on wearing all of my sweaters and pullovers together, plus the jacket which isnt a jacket at all.

    unfortunately i am not functioning normally, and even if i would, i suck at making cookies. the cookies i once made poisoned a lot of people, hence i offer you bought cookies. once i get money that is.

    Life is what you make out of it, Sir.


    and Vienna is not Utopia. i give you a shout when i manage not to freeze my ass off outside and we gonna find some cookies.

  2. thomas (unregistered) on December 17th, 2004 @ 3:25 pm

    my oh my, it’s online!


  3. luc (unregistered) on December 18th, 2004 @ 3:17 pm

    i can tell you what is even worse than to be stuck in tramway with francophonic pupils: to be stuck in a “schleuse” for 4 hours on a donau river trip with drunk italians in the middle of august. this happened to me when i wanted to try one of those river and schleusen trips in summer.

  4. luc (unregistered) on December 18th, 2004 @ 4:25 pm

    no, vienna ist not utopia but, as frau berg once said:

    “wien ist hart, halten sie durch”

  5. blubb (unregistered) on December 20th, 2004 @ 3:10 pm


  6. tom (unregistered) on December 20th, 2004 @ 11:24 pm

    wasn’t it “egouter” instead? I mean, you know, I have no idea, it’s just a kind of aglimpse in my head … oh, and: Excusez-moi, Madame, je suis pertub

  7. blubb (unregistered) on December 21st, 2004 @ 10:41 am

  8. tom (unregistered) on December 21st, 2004 @ 12:00 pm

    ich bin choqu

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