Okay, weird. A mobile phone browser just kind of sucks to post LJ entries. But it’s the only option I have at the moment, because see… I took McDreamy to the Mac clinic yesterday, and the guy told me that a new screen would cost more than a new MacBook. Okay, fine, I still have my god awful Vista monster. Or so I thought, because back home, the Vista monster BLEW SPARKS! I swear. I borrowed my sister’s power cord to see if it was just that, but nope, Vista monster is fried. Serves it right. And me too for buying it. So I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I guess I will fork out money for yet another computer?

Today has been so good. (: The weather was gorgeous, and I went on a long walk with Charlie, and I was not wearing a jacket the whole time, even in the forest. So pretty. And he behaved so well, even though we met lots of bikers and hikers and people who were just walking. Some of them even thanked me when I made him sit until they had passed. I totally understand that some people are scared of dogs, but usually, people who know that their dog is aggressive, they shouldn’t let him run free? Common sense? And since my dog runs towards anything that moves and especially loves other dogs and people, I made him sit so he couldn’t, because some people don’t like it, even though he just wants to say hi, and yeah, whoa, I’m so not eloquent today, heh.

I went right to my parents’ after the walk, and we sat out in the sun. Then we had dinner, watched football (Bayern, LUCA TONI, hehe), watched an Oscar special, and looked at really old photographs of my mom’s side of the family. My sister and I are going to blow some of them up and put them on our walls, because old photos are just so beautiful.

I’ve also decided that I need a new cellphone. Someone will probably say I just got one when they were with me, but I can’t help it if my dog likes to destroy things. Okay, I can help it, but he did it anyway. I think I’m going to turn my prepaid into a contract, because some contracts are really cheap right now, and I would pay less than I do now, and I’d get a free or at least cheaper phone. I’ve my eyes set on either the Nokia 5310 (aka. Music Nokia) or the LG Shine. If they offer it to me for a really good price, maybe an LG Prada (aka. omg Manu is a snob). I will probably opt to get a new number, because I’ve had mine for so long, and so many people that I don’t really want to have it still do. I’m kind of leaning towards the Nokia at the moment, because Nokias have always been good to me, plus, I’ve kind of had enough of sliding and folding phones.

I want it now. Heh. Maybe I’ll go to the Swisscom shop tomorrow. Except I might be too tired, because…

…I think I’m going to watch the Oscars tonight. I mean, come on, they are the Oscars! And I haven’t done a red carpet live blog in a long time, and I always had so much fun doing them. I could just stay in bed, watch them on my laptop (zattoo.ch, free TV on your computer, mostly German, Swiss, Austrian and Italian channels) and if I fall asleep, I’ll fall asleep. But that means I should get some sleep just about now. At 8:30pm. Lulz.

Did I mention that today has been a good day? (:

I love cucumber with milk.

What combination of foods and/or drinks do you like, assuming you’re not pregnant?

Dear Charlie,

You know I love you very much, and the day I got you was probably the best day of my life. But I have some things that I would like to say to you.

First of all, when you were brought to me, you were an anorexic little puppy that weighed about one third of what you weigh now. And believe me, it was a lot of fun, not to mention really cute, when you decided to jump on my chest and slobber all over my face when I was lying down. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but human chests can only take so much weight until it doesn’t feel all that pleasant anymore, and you passed that weight about two weeks after you got here. So I kindly ask you to refrain from breaking my ribcage while I’m innocently asleep in my bed.

I have to admit that you are a really good dog, and pat myself on the back for that fact. Sure, you’ve had several obnoxious teenager phases, which is quite remarkable considering you haven’t even reached your teenager months yet. But you’re doing well and you know how to behave when we’re alone. And that’s the watchword, alone. Because as soon as I take you somewhere or someone visits us, you start acting like Homer Simpson on speed, and that’s embarrassing for both of us. Furthermore, nobody will ever believe me when I tell them that you are perfectly well-behaved at home. And you do know who is responsible for a dog’s behavior, right? Yes, thought so. You reflect on me, son!

Last but not least, you have a penis that would make David Beckham jealous. But don’t use it to pleasure my pillow. That’s not what pillows or penises are there for.

Love,
Mommy

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.