OMG boooooring

How come the most viewed list always contains the biggest crap ever???
As of right now, the first 16 most viewed videos are these:Soccer?? What's the point of watching soccer on YouTube?? *yawn*
(Not that I would watch it on TV either, but come on, what's the point? On a tiny little screen, after the game is already done?? Lame.)

My secret

While going through my video history today... I found out that my secret can no longer be kept a secret.

I wanna confess something. Right here and now.



I am in fact Chris Crocker.

Psycho train

I pretty much spent most part of my day "en route", as my online dictionary tells me.
Here are two pictures I took while going back to Munich. No flashlight, and funky light effects inclusive. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Plus: I experience a minor music crisis right now and made a iTunes playlist with only four songs that I listen to on repeat. I am seriously tired of everything else.
The good news: I feel my cold slowly leaving me. Weeeee!

And how are you doing?

Fucking up the journal.

Sooooooooo I'm pretty sure by now, everyone and their brother have heard about this cheekychen video about how YouTube should have its own category for Art, right? Right.
So tonight, since the whole sleeping thing didn't work out for me at all, I decided to finally make my response (which I had planned since I watched his video the first time) and well... filming took maybe 10 minutes, preparing everything about 15, and editing was like.. 2 hours. For a one minute video. Holy crap. iMovie HD really gave me a hard time today. Maybe it was also affected by the full moon? We'll never know. Aaaaaanyways.
What I had in mind was doing something in reverse... so the whole "Make Art" slogan was only visible at the end. And what did smart ol' me use as canvas? My art journal. What better place to make it than that, right?
And then, while I was in the middle of filming, I had the brilliant idea that it would be nice to start the video with me, opening a book. So of course I had to close the book at the end of the filming part. And now look what a pretty pretty mess I made by doing that: Yeah I know. If that's not art, then I don't know what is LOL
Looks like a lung.. of a chain smoker. Or one of those Rohrschach thingies.
Tell me what you see in the picture and I tell you about the deepest secrets of your psyche.

Greetings, it's me!

Dearest reader of Kiwi's blog, this is me, Kiwi's sleep. I think we haven't met yet.
At first I should probably explain to you that me and Kiwi don't get along too well. It's a love/hate relationship, really.
We argue and fight like little children in a sandbox, but once we made up, there is no stopping us. Alarm clocks? Pffff not with me!

What I really wanna talk to you about though is what happened today. I felt like being funny so I kinda acted like I was totally there for her, embracing her, making her eyes sleepy and her brain tired. I made her believe she was good to go.. with me, that is.
She even went to bed before 3am, read a little, thought she was even sleepier by then. I convinced her to turn off the light and just... easily slip away into the land of dreams.
But oh no - not with me. There I was, waiting in the dark.. making her thoughts go wander around.. taking all sleepiness away.. mean.. unexpected.. making her open her eyes.. looking around in the dark.. moving from one side of the bed to the other.. getting restless.. annoyed.. and finally - I succeeded!!
Pissed off at me (oh sweet victory of mine) she went back to her MacBook. Finding YouTube as messed up as can be (oh my dearest partner in crime, how I love thee), trying to make herself tired again.
But what she didn't know was that tonight.. I had the force with me. The biggest force I can have, to be exact.
Tonight, dearest reader of Kiwi's blog, I played hand in hand with the full moon.