transitions

one of the first conversations Bastian and i ever had was about transitional phrases.

bastian's been productive for the last hour and all i've done is sit on my bed and stare at the stack of books i got from the library today. but i think productiveness has many faces and i'm just going through my preliminary work stages at the moment.

teaching seminars 9-4 everyday made me realize that i don't want to work 9-4. i've always disliked how disjointed and strange my hours in teaching are, sometimes i teach 9a-1p and then 6p-9p or noon-8p or actually, now, teach at 2 schools and 1 company, take MA and german courses, and tutor, where my schedule is all over the place. but i prefer that greatly, i found. when i was done working at 4p everything felt pretty pointless. i ended up making our room messier and saying terribly dramatic things.

with my hectic schedule though, of course i'm grateful that bastian's doing his thesis at the fraunhofer institute because it's very close to the library and where i teach at the uni.

and continuing this the next day i'm at the library RIGHT NOW OH MAN. spring is coming and thank god for that shit. i'm happy to have shed my gray wool coat, even though let's be honest, i love that coat. like, unnaturally so. but still.

last week i wrote a paper about the demasculinization of lester burnham in american beauty and this week i'm connecting the works of edward hopper with f. scott fitzgerald's the great gatsby. also, i highly recommend the version shown in this link, because that's the version i had bought years ago and was rereading on the airplane from dresden to frankfurt. sadly i left it in one of the frankfurt airport bathrooms since i was tired and not thinking straight. oh the humanity! so then i got a cheapy used version from amazon and it has some floozy on the cover. so stupid. 


i'm also trying to figure out why exactly i have about ten bloggers, a tumblr and a twitter account for. oh, such middle-class mid-twenties-in-the-2010s problems. 

i always choose the teal.

me (cracking my egg open): this is the most inefficient way to do this.
bastian: oh yeah, because your decision-making process always considers efficiency.
me: what?!
bastian: your decision-making process is more like... here's the most efficient way of doing something... and here's something teal. you always choose the teal.

wedding plans

that title suggests i've made some when really, i've spent my free time poring over blogs and dresses and it's way too overwhelming. i feel so grandma all of a sudden. all i want is lace. lots and lots of lace. 

p.s. one week until we move... i've resisted well and have only bought 3 picture frames for the occasion. after we move though, i'm dragging bastian to all sorts of flea markets. we're moving across the street from beyond the pond so i'm already afraid i'll be spending large amounts of my paycheck on american wares. 

i have a really crazy schedule this next semester (continuing my MA, teaching in 3 places and tutoring at the uni) so i won't have a lot of time, but i do want to make an effort to blog more often, hopefully with more pictures. right now my camera is kind of pathetic so i never take pictures. 

this weekend we're in bed, watching a lot of documentaries. i'm so glad to be engaged to a nerd. 

today

bastian and i have been together for one year. we've been talking about fun memories. we've been engaged for almost four months. i wish we would have met at 12 and fallen desperately in love even though he'd only been learning english for a year and then he would've had to leave in some terribly dramatic way and we'd be reunited as i was walking past him, eating ice cream with a tall man he would later find out is my fiancé and then one day he'd absentmindedly walk in front of me and i'd fall off my bike and he'd apologize and i'd smile and then we'd recognize each other from when we were 12 and it'd be a little like love in the time of cholera only not at all.

however, i'm fine with the idea that i was tired of having no direction in my life and met bastian when he only wanted to know a little more about academic writing which btw has nothing to do with biomedical engineering.

how does everyone forget that?

me: my mom has astigmatism too.
bastian: is it hereditary?
me: i'm adopted.
bastian: oh yeah.

one cancelled flight and a plane delay

bastian: i'm happy you're back!
me: i'm happy... to see you!