Well, Myra is officially single now. Let's close that book, the aftermath has been quite a bore. Talk about a hurt ego!


Sidenote: Bexi and yours truly were just asking themselves why they, about once a week, feel the sudden urge to update their SG journals. And we found the pattern! It's usually in the evening, when we're home alone and drinking wine (or, in Bexi's case, sometimes beer). Maybe not that exciting for you guys but I just felt enlightened.


I miss having an own room. I mean a room where I can come home after partying at 10 in the morning, take a bucket of paint and go crazy. Where I can put my stuff in. Oh, do I miss my stuff. For about half a year I've been living in a guest room with nothing but my uni stuff and some everyday clothes. No random things I collected, no other cosmetica than everyday stuff, no glitter, no posters, no books. A friend and I are on apartment hunt but we're restricted to one company. By the end of the month I'll have to move in with her. We'll share a single Bedroom apartment the size of about 310 square feet until we get a damn apartment from that company. That'll be... Interesting.



I've been trying to grow my hair out for about half a year but nothing happens. And I miss being blonde. Or pink.

I fucking hate Mondays. Was so tired that I skipped uni today to (don't laugh!) do some other uni stuff. Because when I looked in my datebook (y'know, these old school things. They're, like, totally cool, made of paper and stuff) I noticed that there's a deadline for a photography project. On Wednesday. Guess what I have done so far.
Right, nothing.

So I wrote a to do list. This is what happened:

-I looked online if I had enough money to buy the stuff I need. Check.
- Went downtown to withdraw the money.
- Bummer. The money's gone. By the time it took to go downtown someone had debited exactly the amount of money that I had left on my accunt. Soooo... I went back home. That trip alone took 1 1/2 hours.
- At home I get my bankbook and go to the bank to withdraw some of my savings (because I hate not meeting deadlines and really need to buy stuff asap)
- I go back downtown, buy the fucking stuff and drive home again.

By the time I'm home it's too late (as in dark) to take pictures. Gotta do it tomorrow morning before uni. Bah.

So I really had to get my Nom Of The Day:



For about half a liter:

Three big spoonfuls of vanilla ice cream
A banana
A good swig of milk

In a mixer.

Some chocolate sprinkles on top.

Nom.



This is one of the things I bought today.



A remote for my camera.

May or may not mean something.

1 Feta
three cherry tomatoes
Half an onion
some garlic, pepper and basil
olive oil


20mins at 180°C

plus two pieces of bread

Nom.




Completely out of context, I know.

Tilly made me.

Okay guys... I'm back. For a week.

Stellaris was so nice to write that last message and she was very polite.

I've had a bottle of wine so I don't care.
Here's the message I wrote to Tuffy lately... Since I'm too lazy to rewrite it.

Long story short.

Five weeks ago, Myra went into her new apt, sat down in the bathtub, took a razorblade, missed her artery, accepted the fact that she's even too stupid to kill herself and went to the madhouse until last Monday. Her roommate is superstitious and didn't want to set foot in that apt again and cancelled the lease contract.

Myra couldn't pay for the apt alone, lost it and currently lives in her aunt's guest room in the most outer part of Hamburg while she still has to pay the rent for her apt (that she shared with her ex) and the new one (with the superstitious friend that cancellled the contract). She has to go back to the hospital for a few weeks by the 29th.


To everyone who ordered prints: I have no idea where they are. My family has packed my apartment and there was something I ordered and didn't receive. I guess it was the prints. I have a big bill to pay, never received said prints and don't really know what to do.

So yeah. Please write me what you sent to me and I'll refund you as soon as I got the money. Thanks anyway for trusting me. As you can see, I wasn't worth it.

I'm sorry I can't give you anything nicer to read. Don't believe me? I'll send you pics of the scars. Too stupid for the Harakiri and still stupid enough to trust people I shouldn't. Story of my life, that is.

Fuck.

hi, this is stellaris.

Myra won´t be online in the next days/weeks as she is in hospital. she is ok, so dont worry. to all the people that ordered prints:

Myra is sorry that she couldnt send them out yet but she will take care of it when she is back!