Where · the · fuck · is · my · fucking · coat

Hello all you millions of fans and other peoples who know me in real life that will be flocking to my AWESOME and INCREDIBLY WELL-KEPT journal.
Please note that this journal is public... hence i ask you to abstain from posting personal information about me, as in:
"Well ******** old chap, what´s up? How are things in good ol´ *********? Is your phone number still *********?" and so on and so forth.
Common sense recommends that you don´t post your OWN phone number, either.

Cheers and hurrah.

"n" being the last of an unidentified number of days. No more strawberries for this year. Just one last thought: the phone had a quite distinctive ringtone- at full blast.
It made quite a few people look at me funny when we were sitting between the strawberries, the larks are singing, the trees are rustling, and all of a sudden, STAR WARS!!!11!!

   
   
That´s all.
   
Oh yeah: Another call from voicemail: "You have 64 new messages."  *le sigh*

Not only do I take people´s money, I also answer the phone. Which is a cell phone that everything gets redirected to.
     
Text message from voicemail on the 21st: "reminder: you have 35 new messages."
   
Text message from voicemail on the 23rd: "reminder: you have 59 new messages."
   
Bloody hell, people. I agree that strawberries are the bees knees, but stop calling.
    
Oh yeah: it´s froggie season again. I got a picture of a frenchie froggie.

Alright... those that have known me for a while might be aware that I work on a strawberry field in the summer every year.
So, yep, I´m at it again.

The first day -last friday- was the most eventful so far; with the big umbrella being blown away and taking the scales with it, knocking the cover off in the process, and finally hitting a car. No damage done though.

I haven´t taken any pictures because I´ve been having battery problems. Therefore, some old ones:

   
  

This post is mostly directed at a RL friend of mine, currently residing in the Netherlands. We have a plan of going to Yosemite again probably in the Summer of 2009, and it turns out her and her boyfriend might join us.

It´s currently pretty-looking, so( here are pictures. )



Thank you for your attention. I´ll be here all week.

because he´ll be filling these out  all over the place. Of course, should anybody decide to de-lurk they´re welcome to answer as well, but I´m not getting my hopes up.

Jetlagged and not-enough-sleep as all hell. Going east sucks.
   
In the near future, expect to hear all about military fortifications against the japs that never came, the Winchester Mystery House, all the animals we saw, the flea-infested cat in the house where we stayed (see avatar), Californian weather, East Coast weather, rental cars with dog-hair-and-something-sticky in their cupholders, trees, dramatic scenes halfway up a mountain, the Germany-England friendly where we were the only Germany supporters in a German-owned bar (the bartender explained he hoped England would kick Germany´s ass; he wasn´t a Germany supporter, he just worked there and was actually Irish. To which we said, "whut?"), impeach-bush-and-cheney protests, the USS Hornet, setting foot in the bible belt (even if only in the airport), and a million other things that currently elude my fried brain.
   
If you´re not interested, well DUN LIEK DUN REED!
     
We took 2291 pictures. That number is not made up. I could probably reduce it by a couple hundred because it´s just different angles of the same things, but that´d still leave me with app. 1500 pictures.
That´s a photoalbum that´s never going to happen, right there.
  
My sister fed my snakes while I was away. I didn´t want to make her clean them out, though. They left me some nice welcome home presents, boy. Woo!

to California!
 
 
( Finally! ) I´ll try and check everything periodically. See y´all in a couple of weeks!

A rant about snake porn and its mental and financial consequences for the owner of said snakes coming up. Sometime.

I´m going to California on the 7th. After I went to the travel agent, I realized I had no passport. US without biometric passport? No Sirree Bob!
Luckily there was the option of paying an express fee. Whewie.

I had tests. I didn´t have much hope for this last one, studied half-heartedly for maybe half a day total (which might have had something to do with my lack of hope), decided to at least go and look at the question and ended up answering all three questions. Admittedly on the last one I more or less made shit up, but hey, it might work.

What´s up with GAFF? Why is everybody trying so hard to be unfunny?
The Guru sez: "This forum is for reviewing and discussing individual stories that you deem to be godawful. Not mediocre stories, or vaguely annoying stories, or boring stories. Godawful stories."
Did anybody read that?

I´m torn as to whether to cut my hair again or not. Votes, please.

So I live in my own little two-room apartment in a six-unit building. Yesterday, I got a letter from the property manager, containing among other things the invitation for the owner meeting, along with the minutes.

No.6 was that we will have to have A Talk about the fact that the tenants of Mr and Mrs X dropped paint buckets next to the trash cans outside, thinking they would get taken away, as well as the costs that arose because someone had to dispose of them properly.

So are you with me in saying WTF??? 
If we know who THE PERPETRATOR was, what the fuck is keeping people from knocking at their door and saying, hey, you need to take care of your goddamn paint buckets!?
And why are we arguing about a bill that´s probably a couple of Euro, when the next topic is how urgently we need to give 80 Euro a month to a cleaning company that will do the same amount of cleaning we do now?

The poor property manager gets frighteningly defensive every time I ask anything. He once told me that Mr and Mrs X (yes, the same people) threatened to sue him if he didn´t make sure Ms Y stopped parking her stroller in the hallway.

These people are fucking mental. 
And I´m stuck with them.

What the hell is going on with everyone?! No fireworks anywhere! Even Marvin is playing nice with the other kids! The GAFF guestbook has turned into a place for people to peacefully discuss Australian politics (WTF???), and the last couple of attempts of people insulting people on gaff_lj were half-hearted at best.
Bitch, people, bitch! Ya´ll can do better than that!

In other news: Knut seems to have been abandoned by Mum because she´s traumatized from being separated from her group after German reunification (just goes to show that politians fuck it up for everybody). I was going to post it on gaff_lj, but i couldn´t find it in English. I´m annoyed.