The creepy all-knowing world wide web

You all know those ads on the Internet, right? You see them a lot on Facebook. And pretty much any other site too. They kind of creep me out! They know way too much about my life. Looking for a new apartment? Or a job? Or shoes? Chocoholic? Runner? Single? Yes, the all-knowing world wide web really does know it all!

When I was looking for a new apartment (I found one last summer, it's awesomely cute), all of these ads about gorgeous apartments in my city where popping up. Completely out of my price-range of course, so it was really just more annoying than helpful. And on the rare occasion I'm looking online for shoes or jeans or something and show some pretty impressive, if I may say so myself, constraint by not buying anything (then why look in the first place, you ask? Well, I don't know, apparently I like to torture myself or something. Torture by looking-at-shoes-online-but-not-buying-them, yes, it's a thing, didn't you know?), I'm bombarded by ads about those shoes I so impressively decided not to buy the next time I log in on Facebook and I have to constrain myself all over again.

Lately, things have gone to a whole new level though! Now, all I keep seeing are ads about dating sites. What's that all about? Yes, I'm single. I have been for about a year now. But I'm okay with that. So why the heck can't the Internet be? Is it not enough that my friends keep asking me about my love life, now the Internet has to start bugging me about it too (if you are my friend, and you're reading this, and you've asked me about this once - or many, many times - I know you mean well and I love you, but I promise you right here and know on the Internet so it's all official and all, I will tell you when I find the next love of my life - or someone close to it. In the meantime I'm happy on my own, just trust me). I kind of feel judged. So stop it, you darn creepy world wide web!

Ignoring dirty dishes

My house is a gigantic mess right now. I don't know how it got this bad, everything was fine just a few days ago!

But you know what? I don't care! Not today anyway. Normally it would irritate the hell out of me, because I like my house at the very least a little bit tidy and clean. And of course I'm going to clean this big mess up. Just not today. Today I have other things I want to do. So for this one day, I don't care! I don't care that there are dirty dishes in my sink. I don't care that my bed is almost completely covered with laundry that needs to be folded (of course I'm going to care tonight when I want to go to bed, but then I will just cover some other piece of furniture with it). I don't care that there are stacks of paper and all kinds of random stuff all over my dining room table. And I love that. I love not caring. Even if it's just for a day. It's liberating!

Who would have thought freedom could be found in unfolded laundry and dirty dishes!

Budapest

Last month I traveled to Budapest for a couple of days with two of my very best friends. I've known them for about 15 years now and we always have the best of times. I love them! They're basically my sisters. Although I wouldn't really know what it's like to have actual sisters, since I only have a brother, but I'd like to think it would be something like what we have going on. Except for the fact that we look nothing alike of course. I mean, there is the cute but I-will-kick-your-ass-if-you-mess-with-me half-chinese part of our threesome with pretty curly dark hair. Then we have the fair-skinned, dark haired (although it's more a beautiful golden red-ish color these days) ever so funny and brilliant lawyer. And then there's me, the blond (alright, not so much nowadays, it's fall you see, so of course I had to throw some brown hairdye up in there, blond is more of a spring/summer type of thing) chick who manages to say the wrong thing at precisely the wrong moment and who is as clumpsy as can be, but still pretty adorable, obviously. Anyway... I wanted to write about Budapest. My brain does that all the time, jumping from one thing to another. Completely unrelated things sometimes! And it just keeps going and going too, I never seem to be able to turn it off. It's like one of those darn duracell bunnies! I hate those things! I want to smack them over the head with the biggest hammer I can find (see if you keep moving then, bunny!). You see, there it goes again, from Budapest to battery operated bunnies in a matter of seconds (man, I'm going to be some poor shrink's most annoying patient one day, because let's face it, with a brain like this I'm bound to end up on some psychologist's couch at one point in my life). Ok, back to Budapest! Gorgeous city, beautiful buildings, good food, great company (a.k.a. 'the sisters'). Wanna see some photos? Here you go: