Oh, no I’m not obsessed

Why do I always keep coming back to my obsessions? Might be cause life is totally and utterly boring lately. Seriously, I’d be excited if I found a patch of recent paint so I can watch it dry. That might explain my recent lack of blog posts. There is absolutely nothing to write about. A bit of a minor freak-out on the uni topic but I’m gonna blame that on PMS or something and be over with. I just want the summer to be over. Anyway less then 2 months left so it’s getting closer. I’ve even started going thru some chemistry notes so I deserve cookies for that effort. And because I actually wanted to brag: I spent 3 hours debating online if evolution a la Heroes is actually possible. Oh, yeah…you can shoot me. I blame it on the solar eclipse tomorrow. Also, I dug up my Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis CD just so I can take some screencaps and prove I’m not insane when I talk about the similarities(I saw Indy and the Kingdom again yesterday and I’m thinking of renting the other 3 this weekend). I’m pathetic.

Tell us about one book that changed your life

Blog roll tour

This is going to sound stupid but the book that changed my life was “The adventures of Sherlock Holmes: 12 short stories”. Bear with me while I explain this one. I first read that book when I was 7 or 8 and was immediately fascinated by this awesome man, who really knew everything. I did find out in “A study in scarlet” that he didn’t know absolutely everything, but that was beside the point. He could identify the type of cigar by looking and touching the ashes. He said outrageous things that always turned up to be true. He could play the violin. He is awesome(I have a bit of a crush on him, can you tell?). Of course, with Sherlock Holmes came the world of murder mysteries and forensics. I won’t start now detailing my obsession with that. Suffice to say that I have an impressing collection of true-crime books and I’ve watched way too many forensic shows(Discovery Channel, I will forever love you). And now I am on my way to university were I’m going to study forensic science. And it all started with that one Sherlock Holmes book.

I'm ubergeek

You know what it means to truly be a movie geek? To buy a magazine, jump up and down because someone really loves and the free DVD is Lars Von Trier’s Breaking the Waves, have a 10 minute internal debate whether you like this one or Europa more and then decide that you need to watch both again to make a decision and that since you’re already watching these you can add Dogville to the list to really make it a party. Open said magazine, see the article about Milos Forman, take 10 minutes to compile a mental top 5 of his movies(from number 5 to number 1: Man on the moon, Hair, Valmont, Amadaeus, One flew over the cuckoo’s nest). After this is done spend another 5 minutes trying to decide if the person who gave Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull 5 stars is an idiot and how come no one in the world seems to have notice that the movie is annoyingly similar to the old computer game Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis??? I still liked the movie but come on!!! Then debate if it’s possible for a series to rip itself off or if that would cause the world to implode.

And after all that is over find the article that says that M. Night Shaymalan has a new movie out and the reviewer says it’s the worst one yet and decided you mustmustmust see it now!

I have 70 days more of THIS?

The madness is getting worse. Animals are starting to run away scared every time they hear her voice. The dog shivers in the farthest corner of the yard. And I can’t hide so I must deal with the mom-monster. Gawds!, help me survive.

You might have guessed from that paragraph that the insanity is getting a wee-bit out of hand at my house. I have 2 months and a week until I leave for England and already my mother has decided that I need to start buying things because ohmylord I’m moving in the middle of nowhere and how could they possibly have anything there? Of course, this is the same woman who came with me to college the first time around just to buy me pots and pans ‘cause what if pwecious needed them? Well, mom, pwecious could buy her own pots and pans, trust me on that. I get it, it’s the whole empty nest thing(although she’s never shown an interest in my life…can you say dysfunctional family?) but come on! In the past 7 days I have had the following conversations:

Mom: “I saw these beautiful towels at store today.”
Me: “Ok.”
Mom: “I was thinking we could go by next week and you can pick some.”
Me: “For what? I don’t care if they’re neon purple and have elephants on them.”
Mom: “But they’re for university and I thought…”
Me: *chocking on drink** “They’re for what?”
Mom: “For you to take away with you when you leave.”
Me: “Mom, I am not carrying towels with me 3000 kilometers!”

Two days later:

Mom: “I was at *different store** today and I saw these sheets…”
Me: *watching some TV program while half-listening “Uh-huh…”
Mom: “And I thought I could get you some but they had flowers on them and I didn’t know if you’d like them.”
Me: “I already have sheets I like, why would I need more?”
Mom: “Well, not for here, obviously, but for when you leave.”
Me: “Mom, I am not carrying sheets with me 3000 kilometers!”

Another day later:

Mom: “And I was thinking you could take my umbrella, since it’s really nice or maybe we could go look for another one you liked….”
Me: “Mom, I am not carrying an umbrella with me 3000 kilometers!”

You get the point, right? Well, apparently she didn’t because this morning we had this conversation:

Mom: “And next week you should really start looking for things you have to buy.”
Me: “And what exactly do I have to buy?”
Mom: “Well some notebooks, and pens, and maybe some paper clips but no, wait I can get you those from my office and…”
“Me: "MOM, I AM NOT CARRYING OFFICE SUPPLIES WITH ME 3000 KILOMETERS!!!”

And nope, this is not mom trying to spend more time with me. She is convinced that I need all these things(and lord knows what else).

Of course, we now also have the family joke about me taking the giant electric tea kettle with me…and I’m only have sure she’s joking.

I has a new hobby

(and a slight obsession with lolcats). So last night I decided that it was time I found something to do. And since doing something useful or worthwhile is out of the question I decided to try my hand at origami. Nothing too complicated for now, I’m sticking to paper cranes. But since I know your life would be empty without my art, here are pictures:



All my cranes (for now):


A scale from smallest to largest(except the silver one, the other ones were made from one piece of paper):



And the baby:

Oh, I get it…

You exist solely to annoy me, don’t you?

It’s 8AM. I was shocked to find out there is an 8 in the morning, but oh, well. So it’s 8AM and I’m home, drinking ice coffee and watching the news before I go out and pretend to be coherent and sane while I deal with the various nuisances associated with life. The phone rings.

Idiot: “Hey!”
Me: “’Morning.”
I: “Oh, you’re up!”
Well, judging by the fact that I’m talking to you it might be an intelligent assumption, don’t ya think?
M: “Yes.”
I: “Good…what are you doing?”
M: “Drinking ice coffee and watching the news.” What can I say…I’m Captain Obvious in the mornings.
I: “You’re drinking ice coffee?” Insert really shocked tone here.
M: “Yes.”
I: “But it’s cold outside.”
M: “But I’m not outside.”
I: “So what? It’s still cold. You should drink normal coffee.”
M: “Why?” Oh, I had to ask, right? I just had to.
I: “Because it’s cold outside!” Really? It’s cold outside? Why didn’t you say so???
M: “So what does the cold outside have to do with my ice coffee?”
I: “You shouldn’t drink cold things if it’s cold. You’re going to catch a cold.”
M: “But I am not outside! I’m inside and it’s not cold inside!”
I: “You still shouldn’t.”

Are people really this stupid or am I just unlucky enough to know all the morons of the world? Sheesh.

Oh, and by the way, dear saleslady at the purse store yesterday(I got a new and really cool messenger bag…heck, yeah!) it really makes me feel special when the other saleslady is wishing the customer 5 inches away from me a “good day” and various other pleasantries and you stare at me like I just killed your puppy. Really. I shut up when I was at the counter. I talked to your manager later. Enjoy.

Learning experience

I went to the museum today and stumbled over an exhibit about bats. There was exactly one bat there but here is what I got to see instead:

I think this was supposed to be a witch(there was a bad skeleton in the cauldron):


Of course, the we have the ever popular Dracula(notice the...umm...boobs :P ):

And just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...you get this:

Sadly, no Bat Boy but still...*sigh*.

You’re hilarious…now stop!

I think I’m getting old because I have a feeling that I’ve talked about this here before but for the life of me I can’t remember when and where or if I only planned to write this and forgot. Anyway, I have a complaint to make. Why do people feel the need to butt in when it comes to my choice of university? I swear, I’ve heard the same questions so many times I’m ready to attack the next person with an umbrella(you’ll get this in a minute). So, here is a recap of what questions you shouldn’t ask if you value your sanity and physical integrity.

“Why didn’t you go somewhere in the States?”
I have my reasons and this was a well thought of decision(way over thought in fact but hey, it’s me). And don’t you think that 12 hours on the road is enough(yes, from my home town and not including the waiting in airport/bus station it adds up to almost that)? Do I need to cross an ocean to get away from you?

“Oh...Leicester University…I’ve never heard of it…is it any good?”
Well, no, Pinhead, I just chose it because it looked pretty. Do you want me to pull out the league tables? Huh? Do you, punk?

Corollary to the above “Why didn’t you go to Oxford/Cambridge?”
Because they don’t have my course. Because I would have had to spend a lot of money getting there for the exams. Because I didn’t want to.

“Well then why didn’t you go somewhere in London?”
Because I wanted a real campus(I’m a bit bummed that the halls aren’t in the same place as the uni so in London…yeah). Because London is bloody expensive. Because I didn’t want to.

And of course we have the ever popular one “Why couldn’t you just pick something here?”
Have you met my family? 1500 miles is probably not far enough. I value my sanity. And because most unis here are crap.

After we get thru these absolutely brilliant questions we have the funny comments. Well, the one funny comment. I can deal with is “You’re going there just because you like men with a British accent.” Heck, I’ve said it many times…I don’t like a British accent, I love a British accent. But the other ones…Oh, my lord, who in creation would have thought that it rains in England??? Well, I’ve never… Seriously, people insist on informing me that it rains in England. Nah…really? I’ve started a point system. If they just say something about me having to get used to the rain, they get a point. If they point to umbrellas and tell me I should really consider getting one(why would I drag an umbrella halfway across the continent? I’m sure they sell them there) they get 2 points. If they actually buy me an umbrella they get 3 points, are declared winners and receiver a sarcastic comment and an umbrella shoved up their…you get where this is going, right? I have 5 umbrellas right now. Help me, it’s gonna be a loooooooooong 3 months.

Just one of those days…

I have a headache. It’s been raining all day, leaking thru the roof and dripping on my ceiling, making my headache worse. I should have gone for coffee with a friend but I ended up not going. My mother is driving me crazy. My bank can’t issue a check book for my type of account, adding so many straws to my camel’s back that it’s thisclose to breaking but it would just be an immense hassle and a waste of money to do so now. I need to solve this for uni but I just can’t get a check in pounds. I got my final accommodation letter today so I know where I’ll be staying come September but for some reason I can’t be happy about it. The nagging feeling that comes from past experience won’t go away. Things are just adding up and I’m stressing out. Could someone send a Mojito, some chocolate and a hug my way?

I suck

If anybody ever needed proof that I suck at pretty much every sport, well, here it is!

(This was the worst game but still...19 points *hides*).

And just because nothing is cuter then a puppy in the sun(don't tell him I added a PINK frame):