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Whaddap! Been a while... I'm sitting on the floor of my room (again I guess?) and watching youtube-videoes of couples meeting each other at the airport and stuff...(I am really lonely. Don't judge me.) I had a great conversation with a friend today. I told her the amusing story of my little sister and my older brother being...well, themselves. My sister had this class-chat on skype with all her friends, and when she went downstairs, my brother took her computer and wrote into that chat: "When I'm home alone, I like to eat cereals out of my bellybutton." Everyone was writing stuff like "eeeww so gross" and stuff, and when my sister saw what he did she got really mad and wanted to tell her friends "I'm sorry that was my-" Well, she wanted to write brother. But exactly that person showed up again, took her computer and instead of "brother" he wrote "bellybutton". The exact sentence was "I'm sorry that was my bellybutton". No wonder her friends are worried about her...
Okay, well. I've done something incredibly stupid, even if I don't really know how. Had an accident while snowboarding. Hit my head. And my arm. And my hip. Basically everything. Yeah Kris, how clever. Finally found a volleyballclub where you can play without all those retards at school? Let's damage every fuckin' bone in your body so you can't!! I guess my body hates me. Cool shit bro.

Purple-red hair motherfuckers!!

From the side in a weird whatever-thingie...

Heeeey fellow pugtatoes. Last day school tomorrow, yaay! But no holidays at all -gotta go working. Yaay. But there's a good thing, because I dont have to go see my annoying teachers and, well, people. By the way: I made dip dye yesterday, and, I don't want to sound like a bitch or anything, but it does indeed look fucking awesome. My normal hair colour is blond, and now it has an orange-red underneath and is purple at the end. The red part is underneath the blond hair so you can only see it if I swing my hair around, or if it's windy. I can't describe it that well (poor english, I knooow), I guess you'll better understand if I'll show you some pictures. Theeeere you go:

aaaand from behind...

swag.

Hey people, what's going on? I guess it's nothing much (people who have much going on don't read blogs. Or write 'em - says a lot about me, sadly). Hah, tomorrow, I'm going on a little trip to Bern (capital city of switzerland, for the ones that think they have too much swag for school). My brother who is sorta overly-intelligent has made a prject-week with something, like, nano-tecnology - whatever, I don't get it anyway. That means, that I don't have to go to school tomorrow afternoon (talking 'bout too much swag)! I wanted it to be a surprise, but yesterday I texted my brother and well...like I already said, I'm not the intelligent part of the family, sigh. Okay, yea, I told him, but he still doesn't know that I've gotten the permission to go, so it'll still kinda be a surprise. Anyway. Guess what's happening next wednesday? Jojo guessed that the pope is going to get dip dye. Wrong. I am. Awesome, right? I just hope that, 1. my hair is long enouth, and 2. the hairdresser isn't going to mess it up. Here, have a conversation between me and the hairdresser:

Me: "Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do dip dye?"
Girl: "Ehm...dip-whaaaat?"
Me: "That's when you only dye the end of your hair"
Girl: "Aaah, okay. Yeah, I could do that."
Me: "Also in some...cool colours?"
Girl: "Well yea, I could find a very awesome blond or..."
Me: "No, I mean, like, colours. Purple or something."
Girl: "Purp...ah, yeah, of course. I can do that"
Me: "Have you done that before?"
Girl: "Well, I know how to dye hair, so it's going to be okay."
Me: "Fiiiiiiine. Well then, see ya."

Maybe you'll understand now why I'm nervous. Or freaking scared. I guess I'm uploading some pics when I've done it. Not if it's a disaster, then, the world doesn't deserve to see me. See ya, fellow pugtatoes!

Creepy.

Hey! How are you Pugtatoes doing? I'm pretty fine, if you don't mention that I'm tired as hell. That's the problem when you've got a crazy friend living in colombia, where it's five o'clock in the evening when it's midnight here. So, I sat in the basement, at midnight, skyping. But the internet wasnt good enouth down there, so I had to sit on the stairs going down to the basement (can't be anywere else because my family is - naturally - asleep). And today I've been in the cinema (again) to watch the hobbit (again). And yeah, it's still fuck'n epic, even if you watch it twice. On monday, I will go working for the first time! Yeah, I know, it's just for two days, but it's still a big deal. It's a pretty cool place, and I hope I'm not going to fuck it up (not that this is what I do usually, but still)... Yeah, pretty much everything I have to say. I'm still waiting for a phone. My brothers best friend is a slow guy, but what should I do about it? Remind him everyday? Nah, that's creepy. I've got enouth creepy-ness just by being normal...

Bitch Perfect - I'd definitely watch it.

'sup fools. Guess what? I'm sitting on the floor in my room. Two meters away, there's a comfortable couch. And I'm just too lazy to get up. Nah, floor is fine if you get used to it. Oh, I just remembered something: this summer, I've been in colombia for four weeks, which was pretty much the coolest time I've ever had in my entire life. The thing is, that I'm tall, like, really tall. And in colombia, they're not (I'm not insulting someone. It's just a fact.). Well, and when I went into a bathroom, and there was a mirror, I couldn't see my face!! And everytime I just thought: "Heh, nice boobs girl." (After I came back, I realised, that it's pretty much the same here. Am I surrounded by dwarfs or what?) Okay, cool story, I know. There's nothing to talk about today. I'm going to the cinema tomorrow, watching Pitch Perfect. My friend Melanie who comes with me thought it's called Bitch Perfect - would be a great name for a movie, I guess...

About sundays, books and me as a little girl

I laughed way to much at this picture...

It's sunday, I just cleaned my room (well, more or less) and even packed my backpack. I'm not really glad to go back to school tomorrow, but well, I can't do anything against it. I should get famous and earn much money, and then, I would never have to work... When I was in third grade, I wrote stories. I wanted to become an author, and even if the stories are now funny to read with all the grammar mistakes and the weird sentences, they're still pretty good for that I've written them when I was about 9 years old. In sixth grade, my "talent" kinda....flushed away....well, anyway, I stopped with the writing-thing. But since then, there have always been some ideas flying around in my brain, and some months ago, I finally decided to write it down. Because I like english so much more than german, I wanted to write it on english, as well because german names sound horrible. But I realised, that my english isn't good enouth to write a whole book so I felt compelled to write it on german. Grmpf. But anyway, I'll still use the names I've got, because they're pretty cool...the main character is called Jade Winston (i love that name, way cooler than my own). Listening to Evenescence, eating mentos and writing a book sounds like a good sunday-employment for me. See'ya!!

I miss my phone...

Happy New Year folks! I came back this morning, and my trip was...eeehh....well, actually pretty good. But there was something that happened. Something, that caused the loss of my money, my phone, my camera, my PSP, my Assassins Creed-game (noooooooo, whyyyy meeee???) and more - a lot of stuff. Some asshole stole my handbag while I was sleeping in the train. Okay, that was the bad part of my vacation, but anyway; I had a good time. I met my 4 months old cousin for the first time, and he's the cutest baby ever (when he's not drooling on my clothes). And right now, I should be calling people. To get a job. Damn, switzerland - I'm not even 15 and have to search for a job (me and working - no waaay)? How clever.
I just found out, that my brothers best friend (the guy who is extremly funny when drunk) would give me his old mobile-phone, which is one of the best things I've heard in...ages.

Pugtato. Hee hee.

But guess what? I found the Pugtato-picture. The real one. It was on some random Facebook-site. There you go: