this is my crawlspace on the internet, as my irl one's occupied atm

about me

my name is ruby and i'm 21 years old.

i like...

cats (who doesnt), sleeping, listening to music, eating, hating on men, farting, lying, stealing, and damaging peoples intellectual property

stupid blog

picture of mike d dressed as an old lady <--my grandmother beatrice beautiful woman in clown makeup <-- this is me in my truest form

january 5th, 2026

winter break is officially over, i had to go back to stinky university 2day and it wasnt even half as bad as id anticipated. i dont know what i got my guts in a twist about, maybe because i havent really done any work in like a month and a half. i am writing this as i wait for my machines wash cycle to be over, i had to throw my stinky bag in there, since that old thing hasnt been cleaned in 2 years. disgostang.

my friend is supposed to visit me 2day and shes late as hell. db held her up. dumbass deutsche bahn. usually the drive from biedenkopf to mainz is like 3hrs by train but errm with the db its easily gonna be like 5 or 6 *-* anywayys, i am still figuring out how to properly code and im pretty terrible at it, if i may say so myself. but i like my name. i was surpriesed nobodyd taken it by this poinz\_.-._/

january 7th, 2026

my friend paulina left today and i went to a seminar on british modernism (i think?) and bro on the way there, guess what happened to me: i slipped and fell straight on my cold ass. not because i was running or anything, since i was very well aware of it being icy and slippery out and despite waddling slower than a sloth about to be euthanized I fell in a matter of milliseconds. people saw. and now my butt hurts owowow.

after this glorious, proud moment i also had to participate in class wth. ever since i graduated from hs ive never ever participated willingly. so you can already guess how that went for me. its whatever, embarassment lasts forever.

january 13th, 2026

hello ladies and gentlemen, it is currently 5am and i am not yet in bed, not sleeping, nowhere near feeling sleepy (this feeling might have been induced by gulping down around 16oz of caffeine) whatever. spring break is appearing in close proximity and i honestly cant fucking wait to just go home and not do shit for 2 months. well, i still have to hand in like 2 portfolios, 1 5k word term paper, study for both written and verbal tests. oh and easter can also suck my ass. i h8 easter sm, well hate might be a strong word, but i just cant get myself to care about it in the slightest bit. its just annoying and then some.

im still in a state of "finding" myself, if you wanna call it that, its getting easier by the day tho. i dyed my brows gingerish 2day and they look so cool, i also did my makeup and everything, although i havent left the house in a week and didnt go outside today either. i felt really pretty, well i also was (ive got pictures 2 prove it). my sense of fashion is still on brakes atm tho, i try to get inspired by pinterest posts and it kinda works, but i also wanna do my own thing yk? i cant just straight up copy somebody else and expect to be happy and feeling myself. it doenst work like that. but i really enjoy burning cds and transfering music 2 my mp3 player. its a lot of fun! i also listen to said cds and other albums i already own the physical copies of, same with movies: i try 2 watch dvds mor frequently, although thats a bit more complicated, since my collection isnt that big yet and i tend to get really picky with movies

random side info: i used to be a certified rewatch-hater, I was strictly against watching a movie a 2nd time (this was oviously before my film student days) and i didnt even have to "hold myself back" in that aspect, i just couldnt care less for a rewatch. details werent really my main focus. it was the entirety that mattered most to me. and if i didnt get a movie right off the bat, i didnt feel "deserving" of giving it another go, or well, inclined to might be a better way to put it.

nowadays, i absolutely love rewatching movies, more often than not even multiple times! its all in the details. almost like a scavenger hunt for supposed meaning and infinite inspiration :) also: i love the beastie boys still. im 15 all over again.