What is your favourite smell in the world and why?

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I have a tie here again. There is no way I can pick just one so here are a few:

I love the smell of freshly baked bread. It reminds me of grandma. Now don’t go imagining a gray-haired lady baking bread for her family. No, grandma was way to cool for that. But when I was a kid and I lived with her she’d send me to the bread factory a couple of blocks down and there was this shop at the gates and it always smelled like bread there. Of course, she knew of my love for hot bread and she’d always give me more money so that I could buy 2 and eat one on the way home.

Coffee. This is again grandma’s fault. Every morning I’d wake up and the house smelled like coffee so there is always something so comforting and beautiful about waking up to a house that smells like coffee. Of course, it helps that I am addicted to coffee.

Lilac. No, this one doesn’t remind me of grandma(but chamomile does, even though she didn’t have any growing in her garden…go figure). Lilac reminds me of a very special and happy place. I miss going there.

A few others, in no particular order:

Roses. But not any type of roses, but those used for making rose petal jam(now I’m craving it like crazy).

Cherry tobacco. No reason, it just smells great.

Leather. Actually new leather things.

Cinnamon. I’m not crazy for the taste but the smell…mmmmm

Christmas trees. Given my love for Christmas I don’t need to explain that.

That's it, darlings, I'm off on vacation is less then 5 hours. Have fun 'til I get back.

Early morning boredom

I absolutely love watching the morning news. There is no program on TV that can entertain me more. I still can’t sleep so I’m watching the news. And thank god I was, otherwise do you think I would have guessed that it’s going to be hot in the summer? Blasted, and here I was thinking that it’s going to snow. It’s gonna be really hot. As opposed to every other summer for as long as I can remember when it was cold or what? That’s kind of what happens in the summer. It gets hot. Really hot. We know. It does that every summer. Next they announce us that traffic in Bucharest is bad. Nah…really? But traffic in Bucharest is always wonderful(for does who don’t live in Romania let me explain something: it’s almost as bad as India. I wish I was kidding). At least tell me where exactly the traffic is bad. Not that the traffic is bad. I already know that.

I also said I am going to post the story of the post office. Here goes:

I was at the post office, trying to send my papers in England. I sent them using SkyPak, which means that I couldn’t send them to a P.O. box. No problem, right? Oy, vey! Here’s the conversation:

I give the lady the papers. She looks at them then points to the box where it said “postal code” where I had written(shock!) the postal code.
“What’s this?”
“Uh…the postal code.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“It doesn’t look like a postal code.”
“That’s because it’s in England. Their post codes are different then ours.”(our are only numbers, theirs letters and numbers)
“Are you sure it isn’t a P.O. box?”
“Yes.”
“It looks like a P.O. box.”
“It’s the postal code.”
“Are you sure?”
*Insert hair pulling.*
“Yes!”
“Ok…but if it’s a P.O. box it’s not going to work.”
Head, meet desk.
Lady looks at the paper some more.
“Why doesn’t it have a number?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you wrote the street down, but no number.”
“It’s a huge campus. There’s no number.” *Points to the official letter with the address written in the corner.* “See?”
“It doesn’t look right to me.”
“That’s what it says. I’m sure they’ll find it.”
“If you say so…but why didn’t you write the name of the person you’re sending this to?”
“Because I am not sending this to a person. I’m sending them to a university.”(should I even mention that I had written “University of Leicester” in big letters just a wee-bit higher?) God, I was this -> <- close to strangling her.
Insert some chitchat here about “why am I sending them these” and “did I get a scholarship” and “what am I going to study” here, while the lady typed things into her stone-age computer(almost. She had Windows95).
I pay, lady gives me receipt, I start putting receipt in my wallet.
“And are you sure it’s not a P.O. box?”

Argh!!!
Oh, yeah, I love my country.

Boring post

It’s late. My computer is driving me mad. The hard-drive needs to be formatted and I’m too lazy to back up everything from one partition to the other so I can’t format it now and it’s just infuriating. It will be done, soon, and of course as son as it’s done(after much blood, sweat and cursing) I will announce that I will never ever ever again save anything on the same partition as Windows. And forget that 5 minutes later. Oh, well…

I’ve decided today that I’m not applying for a loan to cover my tuition which means that my very generous budget for next year is starting to look way less generous. I’ve done research, lurked on forums and it will work out. And the bonus of not coming out of uni with 10.000 pounds of debt is appealing. Now I must convince my mother that I am responsible adult and I will not starve to death. I’m not worried but she’ll go ballistic. Oh, well, my life, my money, my choice.

I finally have a passport. I’ve been postponing getting one for the past couple of years mostly because it seemed useless, seeing as I can travel thru most of Europe with just my ID card. Things went surprisingly easy and way less complicated then I anticipated. I know my country, we’re masters at bureaucracy. Not this time. Two hours and it was done. And it’s not even a horrible picture(it’s not a good pic either but seeing as I’m not photogenic not horrible is the most I can aspire to).

Oh, yeah, I also found out today that bro’s plan for Croatia is “we’ll wing it”. I am slightly worried right now because my brother is not a master at improvising. As long as we don’t end up sleeping in the car it’ll be ok. Either way, should make for a fun trip.

I still don’t feel like writing(this includes blogging). My stomach bug is not completely gone and I’m feeling rotten. Blasted bug. I hate being sick.

Rest in peace

Sydney Pollack, the director of The way we were, Out of Africa, Tootsie and many others died of cancer Monday afternoon.

Rest in peace.

Bad weekend. Bad, bad weekend

I caught a stomach bug or something. Not fun. Writing in complete sentences is a bit of a problem at the moment. Me Tarzan. You Jane. Or something. No sleep and a whole lot of time spent hugging the toilet. I hate being sick.

I’ve postponed getting a passport until tomorrow. I have a feeling the big black circles under my eyes would not look pretty in pictures(not that there is any chance of getting a good passport picture but I’ve heard the zombie look is out). Still debating if I’m feeling decent enough to go out and mail my loan application(stupid deadline).

There is nothing good on TV. At all. I watched Eurovision. Gonna go get a little sleep and then hopefully go out.

Did I mention I hate being sick? I really fucking do.

Dream jobs

What is your dream job, and if you don't/didn't have it, how did that happen?

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I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream job, per se. I have had, however, a lot of “Oh my gosh, that would be so cool”(maturity was never my greatest asset). So, in no particular order, here are a few of my dream jobs.

1.When I was a kid I wanted to be writer. It all started with my deep hate of all the princesses in fairy tales, because they had blonde hair and I didn’t and it just wasn’t fair! So I wrote my first story, which, if I remember correctly was about a dark-haired princess and a purple king. Or something like that. Sadly, I lack the talent and determination.


2.I also wanted to be an astronomer. For some reason, it seemed like the coolest thing on Earth. Yeah, I grew out of that.

3.A doctor. The many, many years of med school kind of scared me so I decided against it. Oh well. I would have been a great neurosurgeon.

So there you have it. My three not meant to be dream jobs. I’m still getting the forensic scientist one so I’m happy. But my princess rocked! :D

As always, look to the right and you’ll see what others dream jobs are.

Almost wordless Friday

And I actually did something useful this week. Yay me! Of course since lately I’ve been to bored to blog you didn’t get to hear about it(and what is life without my adventures, really?) so I’m getting you up to speed here.

I went to Bucharest. Theoretically to ask the lady at the British Council if I need a student visa(and that’s a story for another post) practically to eat KFC.

Before that, I ate a ton of cherries. Here’s a picture:

While we were driving to Bucharest(man, I should have done this chronologically) we stopped to see the ruins of the Capidava Roman fort. Pictures:
I tested my phone’s image stabilizer by taking a picture of a bridge while bro was driving with almost 100 mph. It works. Here’s the proof:
I became really picture manic. Can you tell?

I bought the prettiest bag for my move to England. Picture:

I decided to go with bro and future sis-in-law to Croatia next week. If this post is any indication of my obsession, expect a ton of pics.

That’s it. I’ll post pictures of my hair tomorrow(I keep forgetting to snap them).

My bucket list

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This week I had to think of a list of things I want to do before I die. So today, while I was at the hairdresser getting my blue highlights(I’ll post pictures tomorrow) I thought long and hard about that. My list only has 4 things on it:

1.Get a PhD. The bookworm inside me won’t be satisfied until that happens. Don’t ask why, but it just won’t. And while I’m at this it would be immensely fascinating for me to be able to work on a serial killer’s case(but I have faced the fact that it’s probably not going to happen.)

2.See Petra or Angkor Wat. Preferably both.

3.Finish a novel. I’ve been this ---> <--- close to finish the NaNoWriMo one for the past 5 months, but I just can’t seem to do it. I’m choosing to ignore the other failed attempts at getting to the magic “The end”. 4. Ride a motorcycle. Not everyday just…learn how to ride one. Yeah, so my list is pretty boring. I don’t want to be president, jump out of airplanes(although that would be kind of cool) or find a solution for global warming. The first 2 goals on that list are ambitious enough. And while I go sleep for the next 546382000 hours you can read what other people want to do before they die by clicking on the links on the right. Nighty night.

Here's a small preview of my hair(ignore the "Nirvana" shirt, ok?)

Who shot Nathan?

Dun-dun-dun…This is better then who shot J.R.! NBC has released the trailer for Heroes Volume 3 and in said trailer a guy who looks a whole lot like Peter is wearing a baseball cap and a black coat. Well, if you remember the guy who shot Nathan was also wearing a baseball cap and a black coat. And so the conspiracy begins. Did Peter shoot Nathan? Well actually it would be future Peter the one who shot Nathan seeing as present Peter was standing next to Nathan when he was shot. Wow, that was one confusing sentence. If it’s future Peter then why did he shoot Nathan? (He was one of my guesses but since I pretty much guessed every male character in the show that could have shot him it doesn’t count). Argh, this show is giving me headaches. The current theory is that if it was future Peter he shot Nathan to prevent him from exposing everybody. But why not just shoot him a little? Or go invisible for that matter? Oy, my poor brain. Here’s the trailer(look when there are 20 seconds left):



122 days left.

'S Wonderful, 'S Marvelous

I’ve learned anew thing today. Apparently the fact that I can never find a waiter that isn’t a complete imbecile is my fault. Let me explain. Three days ago, a friend comes and praises the waiters in a certain restaurant. Today(after a morning of fun shopping, but I’ll get to that in a minute) I was hungry and in the area so I stop there with mom to grab something to eat. We sit down. And wait. And wait. And wait. Waiter finally comes. We ask for menus. No drink orders. He turns around, ready to leave, and I have to flag him down to beg for something to drink(dehydration is not my friend). Waiter comes back with drinks. Waiter disappears into the darkness. We wait. We wait. We wait. Still no waiter in sight with our menus. I get up, go inside, track him down, ask again for menus. His reply? “Oh, I thought that was it.” Why, yes, I asked for menus because I simply couldn’t pick a soda without looking at one. Finally I get one menu(because mom is my imaginary friend and only I can see her) and decide what to eat. And wait. And then wait. And when we’re done waiting, we wait some more. It took him 20 minutes to come back to our table. Now keep in mind that there were 4 waiters and only 6 or 7 tables occupied(2 in his section). Finally he arrives, we give our orders which arrive surprisingly soon. Is it just me or it’s twisted to wait 20 minutes to order and 5 for food? So I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m simply to ravishing and they love having me there and that’s why I can never get decent service. I swear, next time I am going to…gah!

Now to the fun shopping part. I normally hate shopping. I am not genetically set up for it. But today I had fun shopping because, well, I went shopping for a new phone. Now I had no plans of coming back with a phone when I left this morning but, hey, life’s unpredictable. So, I have a new phone! And it’s pretty, and it has a touch screen and a 5MP camera and I love it! Isn’t it pretty? I love electronic, shiny, new things!

Tick, Tick, Tick, Boom!

I declare this WHINE FREE zone! For the next 48 hours no one is allowed to say a word to me about what stupid boy/girlfriend did, about the stupid car that is or is not working, about the neighbours that just can or can’t do something. I do not care. I want 48 hours of peace and quiet and if you want to whine or complain, you’ll just have to wait for the 2 days to be over or just find someone else. And for the fucking record, don’t tell me a “hilarious” story, but “absolutely hilarious” and so on and then when I don’t find it funny say that I had to be there. If it’s a “you had to be there” story, then I(and the general population) will probably not find it funny. Oh, yeah…it’s also a bad idea to complain to an insomniac that you couldn’t sleep for the longest time last night. Guess what…neither could I! Ugh…some people. And also if you want someone who can fix your computer for free then honey, sleep with Bill Gates, cause I am so not going to. I’m done for the next 2 days. And if anyone tries to complain I will stick my fingers in my ears and “la-la” them away!

Yes, I realize I just complained that no one else is allowed to complain.

(My annoyance has little to do with stupid people and a lot to do with my stupid computer who 2-3 days away from going bye-bye. But I can take it out on everyone else.)

Also, I’m debating getting some blue streaks in my hair? Suggestion, ideas, comments, opinions?

Presenting Lorelai Gilmore

IF I COULD STEP INTO THE LIFE OF ANY FICTIONAL CHARACTER (BOOK, MOVIE, TV) I WOULD CHOOSE ____________ BECAUSE __________.


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Ok, now you see, I hate being predictable. But this one is way too easy. So, if I could step into the life of any fictional character I would choose Rory Gilmore. *gasps from the audience* Took you by surprise there, didn’t I? Think about it: I’d get to live in Stars Hollow, have Lorelai to have movie marathons with, date Jess, have Lorelai in general, drink Luke’s coffee, eat Sookie’s cakes and cookies, meet Kirk(and maybe even start a list with all his jobs) and oh, so many other wonderful things. And when living in Stars Hollow would become too much for my less-sociable self, I’d get to go to Yale. And share a room with Paris(which would be a very interesting experience, to say the least). Of course, I’d have to implement some changes, because let’s face it, Rory screwed up some things. First off, I don’t think I could ever date Dean. I’m sorry, I’m sure he’s not that bad, but I just couldn’t do it(this obviously means I wouldn’t sleep with him at the end of the fourth season). Second, things with Jess would be a whole lot different. If he insists on going away to California(a decision I would have to fight against) I would probably date Finn while he was gone(what can I say, I’m sucker for an Aussie accent) and wait patiently for season 6 Jess to emerge. Although, I’d rather not have that. Third, no more stupid fight with Lorelai(which means no moving into the pool house and no D.A.R.). The only good thing that came out of that was Paul Anka(the dog, not the singer). Fourth, I’d kill little April or just find a way to never have her appear. Fifth, no stealing the boat and community service. Sixth, I wouldn’t tell Lorelai in season one that she couldn’t date Luke. That seems to be about it.

I’d make a great Rory.

And just so you can tell how much I enjoyed this post I have selected a few alternative titles: New and improved Lorelai, Gilmore Girls only, Introducing Lorelai planetarium, But I'm a Gilmore, Will you be my Lorelai Gilmore?, The third Lorelai.

Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days

What are you doing for summer vacation? Holing up at home or jetting around the globe to new, exotic places?

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Alas, I’m well behind on the blog tour but I am trying to catch up. So, as you can see, the topic is my summer vacation. And, sadly, as much as I wish I’d go somewhere I have a sneaky feeling my summer will be filled with trying to accomplish everything that is on my to-do-before-uni lists. I swear those lists hate me. There is a scene in Gilmore Girls(you had to have guessed that I was going to mention the show) where Lorelai complains that her list of things to do for the inn is the size of the line that all the Chinese people would form(if they walked in a straight line by you, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction). That, my friends, is the size of my lists(‘cause I’m special and I have two, one of which is divided into 3 categories). Oh, the fun I’ll have. A summer filled with bureaucracy and shopping, my least favourite things in the whole wide world. The excitement is just overwhelming. And just to make sure that I have no chance of having fun there is the family wedding that I have to attend. But maybe(and that is a very big maybe there) I can take a vacation somewhere…*dreams of a nice, quiet place*

I am just fooling myself there. My lists are ginormous. I will be surprised if I can get everything done. Ah, well…at least you’ll all get the pleasure of reading to me rant about my lists for the next 5 months. Now won’t that be exciting?

I Can't Get Started

I’ve been bad lately. I’m not posting here, or on any of my forums. I’m not writing(well, I’m writing a bit but not enough). I’m not even playing enough with puppy. I think I’m suffering from a bad case of ennui. For those of you not familiar with the concept of ennui here is a little Gilmore video to explain it.



Yes, it’s so bad that not even coffee can cure it. Not even stupid jokes. Not House episodes. Nothing. I have not tried to supreme remedy for ennui yet but I think I will tonight or tomorrow night. What is the supreme remedy, you ask? Gather round, it’s a secret. *whispers* A coffee/Gilmore/ice-cream/chocolate/more Gilmore marathon. It’s the only thing that can save me. If that doesn’t work then I’m doomed. So, what do you think? Season 2 Rory/Jess/Dean triangle goodness or season 3 Rory/Jess being all lovey-dovey? I’m thinking of going for a combo: season 3 Rory/Jess/Dean/Shane square and then Dean/Rory break-up and a bit of Rory/Jess. Yeah…I think that’s my only hope. But until then…I have ennui.