Voices In My Head – Deviations

It dawns on me life might be too short to stick to this till the end.

I feel really naughty today.

That’s perfectly normal.

No risk no fun, right?

Alright, we’ll try a new cereal brand.

Hope Unites Globally – Splendid Marvellous Wonderful

Barely awakening from my Irish-Coffee-Coma, I realise that a load of honor has been dumped over me, again, and I just didn’t get it.

Lovely Lynn had the kindness to give me the HUG Award!

You can find her right here: http://deceitfulland.wordpress.com

This award is a bit different than the other blogger-awards (it took me a while to figure it all out, and I’m glad this lady: LScott helped me to do so).

Now, me being absolutely – not modest at all – well, I do not only feel the urge to give back, but to do my best to drag others into my misery loving arms.

Once I’m determined to like you – there will be no escape!

This is how it works: instructions

Read it and weep – I did.

There’s nothing so heartwarming like a dearly hug – the next best thing is: to get the H.U.G. Award.

I wanna give a H.U.G. to these guys:

Things I Don’t Get – Good Help

Things that needed to be done – the results I ended up with

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The laundry – drowned carpets and spiders, because of the flood I caused

The dishes – less dishes to do in future, due to reduced amount of plates, cups, bowls (may they rest in peace)

The dinner – unhealthy fumes in the kitchen, walls went slightly grey (can an oven burn itself up, too?), anyway the lasagna tasted very smoky and a bit rubbery

The grocery shopping – got enough chips to party every day til doomsday, unfortunately no water, fruits or vegetables, although I guess, I could easily substitute the fruits and veggies with gummy bears (they got all the colors)

Do I need help?

Certainly, I do!

Unfortunaltely can’t afford servants…

Questionnaire Part 4 Of God Kows How Many

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So, I’m done with crying. Had to retreat a couple of days, but now I’m back. Let’s continue!

7) Your idea of misery.

Well, being me I guess.

Note: Being incredibly bored by myself I’m gonna spice the questions up. Hell, yeah! That and being depressed by my last confession.

8 ) What would you wish for Christmas, if you believed Santa existed.

Being a happy-go-lucky person, would be good for starters.

9) The secret of success.

How the hell should I know, if I would, I wouldn’t cry myself to sleep every night. But on the other hand who knows, maybe I would, I’m really screwed up you know. That’s where I get my inspiration from. *pat my back somehow proud*

Questionnaire Part 3 Of God Kows How Many

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4) Your main fault.

Not being Alan Rickman.

5) Your favourite occupation.

Not the faintest idea. Well, actually I pretend to be Alan Rickman does that count?

6) Your idea of happiness.

I am positive, I would be really happy, if I could be Alan Rickman. At least for a day, and I wouldn’t mind living that day again and again for the rest of my life.

Questionnaire Part 2 Of God Kows How Many

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Let’s actually start with the questions and my wisdom that I wish to share.

1) Desirable virtues

Mindpower to alternate everything according to personal preference. Who needs a Fairy Godmother and a curfew!

2) Favorite qualities in people

Generosity. I adore anyone who is generous to me.

3) What to appreciate most in friends.

Especially with me, that they even consider to be in a friendship with me. Well loyalty is great in general isn’t it?

Dear future friends, thanks for being my friends!

Questionnaire Part 1 Of God Knows How Many

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For the record, this is not a Meme!

This is the turberification of the Marcel Proust Questionnaire.

I thought it’s about time, that all the poor souls bringing themselves to actually read this blog, should get something out of this. Of course my humble goal can’t be to educate you, but what I can do is to give you at least the tools to pretend, that you are educated.

If everything else fails, here is what you need to know, in order to survive any party conversation that may ever occur in your life. If you’re like me, you don’t get invited to parties of course, but one can at least dream, right?