I guess it depends on what they were listening to before!

But since most of my friends listen to rock, I'd recommend something that is in a different genre but not too strange that it isn't bearable.

For instance: "Atmosphere" (You or Puppets or Guarantees)

Or, in a completely different genre: Kane! Cause they're awesome. And most of my RL friends don't know them but I think they'd like them... (Spirit Boy!)

I have never actually met anyone with the same name, but both my first and last name are increcibly common in Germany. So if you google my name or just look for it in messengers or any kind of social website, you are probably going to find more than one person with the same name as me.

So I really wouldn't be surprised if I ran into someone with the same name. Like, at all.

Sometimes I do wish my name was a little more... 'special', I suppose. At least the first name. Right now I have a thing for the name "Jordan" and I generally prefer names that start with a J. Might be because mine as well as both my siblings' names start with a J, too :)

I hate Mondays. But then again, who doesn't?
I'm always freakishly tired, I'm too late for school on a regular basis and I've got geology in the first two periods. For the new friends: my geology teacher simply fails at life. He does!
I also hate Thursdays, because it's my busiest day: school, then meeting with the student magazine, then work, then homework, then falling into bed like a zombie and yet I usually don't actually fall asleep for hours.

I look forward to Fridays though. And not just because of the weekend! I've got the first two periods free, which means I can sleep until 8am and still watch the new Supernatural episode before going to school for politics & maths! Yay! Plus, my politics teacher is often ill, so I only have to be there at 11am for maths, and I kinda like maths so that's perfect! :D

By the way! I love Flight of the Conchords. I love The Carleton Singing Knights. So, this? Is a bit like heaven.

( you know you want to... )

Also, I totally dreamt of The Big Bang Theory! Sheldon saved my life and I'm pretty sure that Jensen and Jared were in there somewhere, too. Heeee :D
I love my brain!

So, I have started writing again!

Dunno what'll come out of it but, hey, we'll see what happens!

*bounces*

My morning routine... well. Let's assume it's a normal school-day:

6:30 My alarmclock goes off. I want to murder it.
6:45 I get up, get dressed, do my hair
7:00 I either don't eat/drink anything at all or drink a cup of tea or have breakfast & tea
7:20 I brush my teeth and whatever else one does in the bathroom
7:25 I run to school.

Considering my school actually starts at 7:25 (theoretically at 7:30 but you're supposed to be there at 7:25), I tend to be a wee bit late.

But I'll be damned if I get up even earlier D:

I don't really care about Valentine's Day and I don't get why so many people get overly-excited or overly-upset about it. If you have a boy-/girlfriend and you need a specific reason to do something nice for them... good for you. If you don't, then that's okay, too.
I've never been in a relationship at Valentine's Day before... they always ended before that :P So I don't have any experiences with that, anyway.

A friend of mine likes to make pralines for all her closest friends on V-Day though... just to show us that she loves us. And that's really cute ♥

And I like the fact that there are, like, twice as many slash fanfics out there as usual. Hee :)

However, if you don't like V-Day, I highly recommend this.

Well, it totally smells like autumn! Sometimes it smells like summer (which, to be honest, smells pretty awesome) sometimes it smells like nothing - now it smells like autumn! heh :D

And I think Autumn is definitely a season itself. Or, well, maybe both? But there isn't just summer and winter, that's for sure. Anyways - autumn rules!

Oh, btw. Did I mention there were these days when I just can't draw? Well, this is one of them... still, this is kinda what I associate with autumn. Wind and stuff obviously doesn't make sense but...whatever!

I put a picture from about 10 years ago in it - me and our dog Leo when he was still young and healthy, surrounded by lots of snow. Although they are not on the picture, I know my family was nearby. And even though it's been nearly 9 years since we moved here, I still really miss the place. It was always cold, and one winter there was so much snow we couldn't get out of the front door, but I still adore that winter-ish feeling. Feels like home. It still feels more like home than this place ever does.

As pathetic and fangirlish as it might sound, the second item I'd put in the box is a copy of John Barrowman's Autobiography. I have only owned it for half a year, but so much happened in those 6 months and everytime I felt really bad (and there were a hell lot of times) I read some chapters, sometimes only sentences that would cheer me up, and I felt better.
It also kept me fighting, and helped me believe in myself.
It helped me spend a long, lonely night when I was pretty much terrified, sitting in an empty, dark waiting room in a Neurology Clinic. I even felt better the next morning, although I hadn't been allowed to sleep at all, and I had spent an hour, sometime around 4 am, in a room that looked like it was from another timeline, which was kinda creepy but after reading the next chapter, I yet again felt more confident. The book also helped me pick myself up a couple of months later when I finally got out of the daze of a slight epilepsy medication overdose. So believe me, this isn't some fangirl crap, this is about a book that keeps telling me that none of this will ever be the end of the world, and that I can be myself, and believe in myself and keep fighting.

The last item would be a leaflet from a world-wide choir challenge from 9 years ago. I'm not in any choirs anymore, and have no interest in being in one, though I still enjoy singing. And this isn't about the choir. Or the challenge, for that matter. It is about my sister, who is quite simply my favourite person on this whole fucking planet. There is no-one who has done as many great things with me as my sister and that choir challenge is one of them. One of the first, too. Cause I was 6 and my sister was 10. Ten years old, and guess what she did? She dragged her little sister with her to a beautiful town in France to that choir challenge. And even though I don't remember too much, what I remember is just wonderful. We won, by the way, although we only found out much later cause nobody could speak french well enough to understand a word of what they were saying.