fantastical

Every year I whine about things.

1. Birthdays and birthdaypresents.
2. How overrated Christmas is.
3. Idiotic people.
4. The Nobel Prize in literature.

Today it's about the Nobel Peace Prize - I find it more fun to complain about that since I didn't know Hertha Müller existed before yesterday anyway and have no intention what so ever to read her books. Had there been even a slight chance before I can assure you that it's completely gone now.
President Obama got the Nobel Peace Prize this year. People seem to think that this is a bad thing. Apparently his efforts to end war and shut down that Cuban resort aren't appreciated. I don't agree. I think this is wonderful! What? Oh, no, I meant for myself. If Obama can get the Peace Prize, then so can I. I don't start any wars, I'm not (that) prejudice and I water my plants properly to save the earth.

Tomorrow I'm gonna play rockband with H&H and pretend that we're hotshots that everyone wanna see. I have the pleasure of singing and I can assure that it's quite funny for everyone. You see... I can't sing. I hear tunes and I can play the piano, but I can't sing. Not that I let that stand in my way though - I still do a pretty good job - but sometimes I wonder if it's my skill with imitations that does the trick for me. Oh well...