For heaven's sake, Get A Life!

There is this guy who took me out like two times or so, and then decided he was in love with me.
I didn't really care about him, so it didn't get anywhere. But we stayed in contact, and I write emails from time to time.
I answered one that is months old yesterday, and today I already had a long answer. Looks like he doesn't have much to do.
Among other things, he told me about his search for a girlfriend, and that he's actually putting ads in newspapers. This guy is in his mid-20s! There are tons of ways to meet somebody (OK, I'm talking bout things I've only heard of, but still...), and an ad in the paper at that age looks really silly. He's neither ugly nor stupid. He can be something of a geek, but usually, he's quite OK. A little too soft for my taste, though.
Anyway, I don't know what's stranger. To place that ad in the first place or to tell me about it.
I hate it when guys I'm not interested in think they're in love with me. (Yeah, plural. Happened before.) For me, the problem always is that I can't have what I want and don't want what I can have. Doesn't that sound like a teenager pining for a rockstar and ignoring the guys in her class? Mybe it is.
But that specific guy should do what I have been told. Go out and get a life. DO SOMETHING!
Gotta go now and catch my train to Berlin.

At least I'm still around

I took four tries to get the heading down without a mistake. I keep hitting wrong keys, so I'd like to apologize right now for weird spelling or wording in this post. I'm dead tired.
I started out to Berlin pretty early, got to my interview alright and the guy actually might have some useful contacts for a possible job. Leaving from that place and going about 500 meters, some guy started talking to me. He looked really suspicious, so I decided to ignore him, but kept a hand on my pruse, just in case. Then I went out on a sightseeing tour with my brother-in-law, Y. I got to see checkpoint Charlie! Been to Berlin several times and never managed to go, and now that I did, I didn't have my camera. Y. has a cellphone that can take pictures, though, and he got some snapshots to send to me. Posts will follow.
Then we picked up my sister and went to see an exhibit. When we reached the place where it was, we found that there was another ehibit K and Y wanted to see, and it was the last day of that. As you could get combined tickets for both cheaper than buying them seperate, we did that. The first one, the one that ended today, was an exhibit of the photographs of Henri Cartier-Bresson. Quite interesting, even though a stupid tour guide kept going on my nerves by talking about the composition of some pictures and what the artist wanted to achieve by taking them in a certain way. All fine with still lives, but if you're taking pictures of a Kris dance, you might not have the time to wonder much about picture composition. Also, the guide at one picture, a portrait of Ireneand Frederic Joliot-Curie, kept talking about the great scientist that were to be seen on the picture, having devoted their lives to research radioactivity and having died shortly after the picture had been taken because of the radiation they had been eposed to. Now, the problem with that is that the guide apparently was talking about Marie and Pierre Curie, the parents of Frederic, who were already dead by the time the picture was taken, I think. Slight difference. Makes it funny if the guide wants to prove that Cartier-Bresson didn't photograph them as everybody else did, in their laboratory, if that's just not the couple she's talking about!
This exhibit was very crowded and very long. At the end, they showed drawings by C-B and others, which seemed to be quite pointless to me and more a matter of showing off.
The second exhibit was about the Kreml (is that how you call the Tsar's palace in Moscow in English, too?). It was announced as displaying the things they found in the Kreml from pre-Mongolian and Mongolian times, but that was only a small part. Then it had the history of the Kreml/the Moscow royal families up to Catharina the Great. In a rather strange number of objects that seemed to have been chosen randomly. Some to prove that the Russian craftsmen were just as good as the Western European - which we didn't doubt, some just to show how much gold and pearls can fit on one icon, or piece of cloth, or horse. Interesting, but not very educating. Which might have been just as well, because by that time, I wasn't really able to take anything in.
Then we got out and realized we only had like ten minutes to reach the station and the last train that would take me home without changing trains. We made it on time, but I had to buy my ticket on the train. Used to be no problem, but now you can't pay with MasterCard anymore,only with Visa. Which I don't have. And I didn't have enough cash either. They ended up giving me a cheaper ticket than I should have gotten, which I think was reall nice. They could have just told me to get out at the next station. The funny thing as that they came after a really long stop, a stop that would have been long enough for me to get off the train, buy a regular ticket and come back. But I didn't know that, because there was no plan telling you how long the stop would be. I didn't even know when I would come home. All very interesting. So now I'm completely tired out, I'm hungry but too tired to eat, my feet hurt like hell. And tomorrow at eight we're going to start out to go to an exhibit in Saxony.
So, I feel like dying right now, but at least I'm still around, and back home.