My summer belly.

can you belive its just started to be a teeny bit hot like a week ago? this is about as tan as Im gonna get, I suppose. I'll have to deal with it, summers over before it began.

I usually tan so fast (this color is from a day at the lake) due to my grandmother being italian. I'm green in winter (in germany therefore about 9 months a year) but nice in summer...

I just had to post this picture to have something lasting from this shitty freezing moldy summer.

(Notice the scrappy botany in the background. We bully them. We mildly plan they're extinction by dumping beer and cigarette-butts over them. They still try to grow every year and they even succeed! Then they demand to be called flowers and insist on being taken seriously.)

Hey girls, guys.

I havent had time to be around here alot since I'm working NONSTOP. Wich is good, I have the best new job at the Wild at Heart!

I still have my old job too, though, and the thing about both of the places is, that coincidentally theyre built up pretty much the same: one bar open at night (no, really?) with concerts and shows every night, and belonging to it a cafe, open daytime with food and coffee and all that crap (ew, hot chocolate,plates and napkins! <-everyone in gastro will know what I mean. )
These pairs, so to say, go together but function autonomously, each their own menues, equipment, money, etc. So, when I say I work in two localities, what it really is is four.

Besides, I am illustrating my little fingers sore. I'm working on a comic that lacks every logic. Featuring a girl, obviously. Things just happen to her. I'm jamming all sorts of bizarre experiences into it -someone opened my eyes to having a shitload of material if I just go through my own stuff.
I'm also working on a portfolio to send around to apply as a fashion illustrator. So I need a whole bunch of various techniques and poses and types of clothing to prove I can't only draw punkrockers.

Oh, and besides all that, my boys and I are working on our new band and I'm gathering input. Inspiration (god I hate that word. Its so used up) for new items I'll be making for a clothing trade fair I'll be at in winter.

I'm grateful for all these things that are fun and purposeful for me but its still pretty strenuous.
I'm beginning to feel drained.




JESUS I'M drunk!
just came home can hardly find the keys on the tastatur -whatever that is in english (I'm so ginglish, I grew up bilingual and now I mix up languages ll the time)
I'm sitting here with my 2 best friends, its Andre and Fabi you`ll know them if you look at my pics-those crazy bastards, anyhow) I'M drunk. hoorraayyyyy! I dont get much chance to drink my self stupid but I did tonight! And Thats it ! Yay!

AND.I'm so drunk! Were about to shave our heads in a bout 2 minutes, I hpe that turns out welll! Christ!! I cant trust my head / hairdo to someone whos as wasted as I am...

Ok, it seems like I can close this case by now:
I never found out whether there was a greater message, a deeper meaning behind the horrendous grocery-assault. No one has approached me with an answer. No hints left, no witnesses. It will remain a mystery, but I will put it behind me now.

*dramatic silence...*

Since nothing could possibly top the pizza-story in perplexity, I won't even try. Instead, I'll relate another one.
So now to something completely different.

I had a first time last weekend!
As you know from reading my profile (wich I'm sure every single last one of you always does ), I savor doing anything for the first time. Love it. No matter what. In everyday life, the firsts are sometimes a tiny bit strange.
Like Saturday for instance. My boys and other friends' bands were playing a gig and afterwards, this stranger (who was nice and funny but nevertheless a stranger) sits down next to me and notices my crummy fingernails. (I don't know how people keep them clean....)
Apparently this excited him, and thus it happened. For the first time in my life a guy began peeling and licking the dirt out from under my nails.

This went on for ten minutes. I figured well, it isn't hurting me... and he proceeded to sucking on my fingers and telling me how beautiful I was, which was at least more in the ordinary.
Great foreplay.

Something happened to me the other day that was...funny.


I came home, unsuspecting. You know the way you just go up the stairs to your apartment fumbling with the keys like you've done a million times previously, and then.

I turn to check my mailbox and there's a pizza sticking in it.

Huh.
I didn't think a pizza would fit in there. Then again, I had never pondered this possibility. But there it was, half-in, half-out, tucked in there under the lid. It was a deep-frozen one, salami, the cheapo-kind. Adorned with a blue faux-flower. Still wearing it's foil, luckily, it was already getting floppy - imagine the thawing thing, the cheese and dough and everything gooing down the inside of my mailbox.

So I wrestled it out, put it on the windowpane next to the boxes and stuck a note on it saying: ...pardon? [<-I'm polite] Thanks to the noble donor, but I don't eat meat. -J. L.

Anyway. it stayed there like that at the window for two days until someone got fed up (har har) and threw it away. The flower was gone right away, though. I wonder what all that meant...

26 days, I detest my life. When I summarize everything I still have to do in this time span I get this cold sinking feeling in my stomach.

1. Immaculately finishing off the 15 sewn items - that means correcting a shitload of teeny weeny mistakes and sloppiness.
2. Immaculately finishing off my portfolio: going over all of the 40 illustrated figurines, arranging another 6 pages of technical drawings, correcting the Kollektions-plan, cutting out about 200 cloth samples, glueing everything together so it doesn't fall apart on my teachers desk, doing my title page all over again
3. Make a professional-looking catalog - HAHAHA. I leave about 50 euros at the copyshop every single time I'm there.
4. Photoshoot for above mentioned catalog. You all know what a project that is, specially with 4 or 5 models. The more the merrier.
5. Build my showroom. We get about 3m³ to decorate as our fictous store. Floor walls, furniture, display, everything.
6. Write the 30 page Diplom-paper, the socio-critical reasearch on our subject.


...whatthe HELL? less than a goddam month.

You know whats so tragic about the whole thing, is that it COULD be so much fun. These are great assignments or projects but they systematically and thoroughly ruin it my packing it all into 26 days. And we sit there and wonder where our lives went.

Plus, it's hilarious how peculiar you get after a while (or rather 3 years ) of living like a hermit, the other day I found myself
*this is embarrassing*

found myself DANCING

*yawns, stretches* still no photoset...

Well, here I am again, early in the morning with nothing to do except technical drawings (or however you'd translate that) and watching bad french soft-porn on vox. Or rather listening to it since I need my eyes on the page wich is even worse. They synchronise it so badly, and always keep the "Madames" and "Monsieurs" in it, even though all the rest is german. As if to strew in that Oui, we are a classy pro-dooc-sion, we will be having a soiree tonight, in rue de la so-and-so. *sigh*
The things you think about...

I finally got around to tattooing my arm a couple of days ago, I really like how it turned out! (as far as you can tell by now- its in that itchy phase were its juuust starting to peel- in case you're interested ) Its a line from a song thats been with me for years, running up the inside of my arm...it looks like my zipper. Thats were they closed me up when they were done.

Christ I'm tired.

I'm in the last weeks of my school career, almost done. This is hard. My breath is getting short. 3 years of slave labor, no sleep, even less encouragement, leave their marks, I'm EXHAUSTED! My fingers are poked with needles and my clothes covered in aquarell-colors, my dishevelled head is somewhere up my own ass and I´m a school-induced insomniac.

Sorry about whining, but I guess you know how it is, studies can be pretty tough, especially with five. Weeks. To go. This is so sweet though: We sew, also. So my girls in school and me we took a measurement-thingie -wich is 150cm long- and pinned it to the wall. And ever since January, we've been cutting off a centimetre a day up until July 21, the day of our final exams, and show.
36 days.

I'm going to bed. Nail my head on the pillow and FORCE myself to sleep.

Hello All!

Well, this is new.!
(had just checked my mails half an hour ago, wasn't gonna look again for days and suprisingly, read the news that my account was set up! Yay!)

can't wait for the set to go live, how long's that gonna take, hm...? In the meantime I proceed to spend many nights in front of the screen learning my way around.