good morning BCUK! since i left you many things happend. but, of course, i won't tell you. why? because i forgot everthing of it. i remember nothing. it's my stupid brain. never mind...

last friday (yesterday) our new english-teacher give us our marks for his first english-test. and... i'm shocked! I'm only get 4 of 15 points! (everthing under 5 points is failed). monday we'll write our first exam with him. i'm a little bit scared because of that.
but... never mind. what should happend, happends, what's not, not. or something.

i just don't know what happend to my good purposes. maybe... they just "bloop" like a soup bubble.

by the way: is there anyone, who wants a "PUSTEFIX"? it's a present to... maybe you? just comment if you're interessed.

BCUK misses me. But, i can't feel it.

My life... yeah... it's... only... boring. Very boring. So, why should i keep blogging about it? I should create an other person, a fictional character, with an interessting life. My life is much about the smell of pancakes. And listening to music and watching movies and - of course - not-thinking about future. I should care about, what Punkbands told me to do.

How's your life? I mean, if there's anybody out there. How is his or her life?

Hello everyone. I'm here again to tell you something stupid about my life in very bad english. You may have noticed the title of this little blogpost. it's - like always - a song by bob dylan. "ugliest girl in the world". i never listend to it, don't know the lyrics, so please don't ask me about it.

in my stupid little world, with love and fears and hate and marchmallow-people my body takes more and more place. i'm fat. and, because of my good mood, i'm always eat more and more. i get happy and happier. So, where's the problem?

i'm afraid of getting unhappy again. i'm bigger and uglyer, and my vision of being unhappy or depressed without looking thin and nice is just horrible! It's one on my biggest fears right now, to become a big, fat emo-kid.

I know what you think: "This kid is really dumb. Kid, get a life!" and you're right. I shouldn't cry about this little Angst, because being afraid of it means to live it. Blahblah.

Don't want to talk more about this Fat-Kid-Problems. Real Life goes on. Today, for example, I talked to E. (via real Phone. Not Skype. I know, it's old-fashioned and so not state of the art. But, sorry, i'm just old and german.). I called it a "Phone-Teaparty" in my Calender. Yes, i had to make a appointment with her to only talk to her. It's fucking silly! She's my friend. Shouldn't we have time for each other? She's only 16 and had more stress than a Policemen in the 90's. This isn't Youth. This is Pre-Working-World. Damned! I want my friend back!

And, talkin' 'bout girls, there's a girl in my class, i really think to lot about. Here name is K., and she's one of this girls who can made your heart bungeejump just with a little smile.

And... unfortunately, there's another girl in my dumb head. She said "I love you" and ... i couldn't say it. And now she's gone. Contact break down. (Unfortunately (poor me!) she live in another city.) And my extremly exceedingly dopey heart scream every night her name.

To protect myself i'll have to lie to me. Have to propagandize that this three girls are the ugliest girls in the world. I have to propagandize that i don't love them, don't need them, don't have to think about them.

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Sorry for this chuckleheaded, cockeyed, corny, daffy, daft, dense, dumb, foolis, imbecile, nutty, sappy, silly, stupid, zanily, zany... blogpost.

my english teacher (in german i would say: "Frau Englischlehrerin") corrected a little homework for me. thank you very much! instead of blogging something... new... i will show you this little homework:

My name is [faulit_uk].
I collect Music from some 60/70s Band such Pink Floyd and alternativ music of the 90s and 2000s like Smashing Pumpkins and Hole. My CD-Collection had grown to over 120 Albums in the last 3 years. I'm a big Dylan-Fan. His music and his life is just amazing.
I've watched a lot of good movies. I read books, with mostly worst-case-visions of the future. On the other side I love the books of Douglas Adams. His journey around the world in "Last Chance to See" and this Dirk-Gently-Books are one of the most beautiful parts of the younger english literatur.
Sometimes I write short stories. 4 of them were published in a german liteartur magazin "magalit". My other short stories and lots of other stupid stuff I published on my own weblog.
I'm the all dancing all singing crap of the world.
I love writing very much.

I very much hope to get better results. Maybe, I hope, I'm like cheese: Going better with time.

Teacher sad: "Good fun!"

(Sorry, by the way, for the stupid Title. Dylan never sing songs about teachers. There's only one little line in this song "Floater". Dylan sings: "Gotta get up near the teacher if you can". Bob Dylan, please write some songs about the school-life! Or this little blog will... die. )

Maybe she will read this one. Because I give her the adress of this one. So... maybe... Hello, Ms. English-teacher. And also, Goodbye.

(Comments are always welcome.)

Should i like it? Should i hate it? I donno.