I’m moving in three months, and while that is still a (long) while to go, I already know exactly where I am going to put what and how and anyway. I am really looking forward to it. The livingroom in the new house will be about the size of my current livingroom, diningroom and bedroom combined, and much brighter. I will have three bedrooms, one of which will be my library/office and another one will be Charlie’s room. Yes, my dog is a tad spoiled, but I’ve learned my lesson with my current apartment. The kitchen, livingroom and dining room in it are all open, and I have nowhere to leave him when I go somewhere, so it’s always a game of “I wonder what will be broken or ripped when I get back?”, and that’s so not nice. So I’m looking forward to having a whole room for him to stay in when he’s by himself. Maybe I’ll put some hot bitches on the walls for him.

I’m happy to know that I’m getting along really well with all the other living beings in the new building. Mostly because the only other human being living there is my sister, and that’s just really cool. Her house and my future house are attached, so while they are in the same building, they are still separate, with separate entrances and no way to get from one to the other except by using the front doors. Basically, there are three floors in the house, four if you include the attic. My sister has the ground floor and the second floor (third if you’re North American) and I will have the second (third for NAs) and third (fourth, etc.) floors. That probably sounds really confusing, but they are old houses, and the way they built in the past, they are kind of intertwinded, so in my future library, if you open the closet, you can actually see the bottom side of my sister’s stairs. It’s fun.

And somehow, we’ll get her cats and my dog accquainted as well.
I hope.
My dog loves cats. He would run far after for them.

She does have one outlaw cat though, and since my dog used to be an outlaw as well, they might just get along. Elvis and Charlie.

So anyway, I will be so relieved when I am done with my current place and have moved in above the crazy cat lady. I’m not on good terms with my current landlord (anymore), and there is nothing that sucks quite as much as going home when you don’t feel at home.

Except going home to Tom Cruise, perhaps.

I bought a new moisturizer yesterday, and as I applied it, I was instantly taken back to my times as a die-hard X-Phile. No, it’s true, and I swear it makes sense. To me.

The product I bought is this one, by Garnier. I tried to make up my mind between a Nivea product and a Garnier, and when I asked my sister which one I should take, she said “I like both, but the Garnier is so nice and green”, so that was settled. I always rely on my sister and on the colour green. But just in case someone from Garnier is reading, I totally love the products, and I would totally endorse them on my widely-popular blog. See? Garnier rules my world!

I digress.

The reason why it reminds me of the X-Files is the following. Sometime in 1996 or 1997 or so, I was a huge  fan. I went pretty far with it, and having used the internet only to go through millions of pictures of Gillian Anderson and not knowing about forums or fics or anything similar, I relied heavily on magazines and books and video tapes. Yes, video tapes. Get that. I had folders with thousands of pictures and articles. I might have had an X-Shrine as well…

One day, me and my best friend went shopping at a big department store about half an hour from where we lived. Our parents were all on vacation, so we felt responsible to stock up on the things we needed for those two weeks. You know, like beer, chips, ice cream. As well as those things, I bought an X-Files book and a new deodorant, I think it was by Impulse. From that moment on - probably because I had the habit to test out deodorants instore (sprays, not roll-ons, come on), the two items were forever one in my subconscious memory. I have not wasted another thought on this weird connection since the deodorant ran out, until…

… I applied the moisturizer, and it smelled like the deodorant, and a million tiny little fireworks went off in my head, screaming *Akte X, omg!* Yes, because Akte X was the German title for the X-Files.

Funny how just when we think we only have one brain cell left, and it’s busy being annoyed with our landlord’s awful taste in music, another one pops up and says “Akte X”.

Wow.

I wanted to start using this site on the first day of the new year, and I’ll be damned if I can’t. So there is basically nothing here yet but what you can see, but hey, at least I’m blogging. Admittedly, I switched back and forth between Wordpress, Textpattern, Joomla, ModX and back to Wordpress in the last few days, and since I wasn’t satisfied with any of them, I went back to the most logical one. For better or worse.

My New Year’s Resolution: actually sticking to a site for more than two weeks. I can do that.