My hate list

I’m way too lazy to spend a lot of time hating people but lately these people are annoying me to no end. So I decided to do the grown-up thing and bitch about them in my blog. Aren’t I mature?

3. People who post in my student forum and then start complaining that their teachers never explained anything to them so it’s their fault they didn’t get into uni. Sorry, mates but I did this all by myself and I’m not particularly brilliant. I have one of the worst personal statements in the world(it’s so bad I’m half expecting people to point and laugh). Let me say this once and for all: go to the UCAS website because I promise it’s all written there. I pinky swear. And if you didn’t get in it’s your own bloody damn fault for being an idiot.

2. Obama. You know why I hate Obama? Because I am not an American. Because, while American politics sort of interest me I really don’t want to see him every time I turn on my TV, in my own damn country. Because, I have no clue who is running at our elections in November but I can probably remember Obama’s mother name. Because when I want to read celebrity gossip I’d rather not read about politics but something completely frivolous, like someone sleeping with someone else, instead of what happened at the latest Democratic convention.

1. Michael Phelps. Of for the love of all things, I get it. We all get it. He won 8 Olympic gold medals. Does that make him funny? Nope, it doesn’t. Then why is he going to host SNL? He’s a great role model for kids but I am just so sick and tired of him being everywhere. He’s on every other page on one of my frivolous celebrity gossip websites. Just go away, will you?

0.01

Looking back, what minor event in you life made a major outcome on how things turned out?

Blog roll post

6 years ago I walked to my school one morning to get my results for a really big exam. Now don’t go asking for details because I can’t really remember that day, just what followed. The grade for that exam combined with my grades from school would determine what high school I was going to go to. So, I got the grade and then I applied to the high school I really, really, really but really wanted to go to. And then results day came…The last grade was 8.84. I had 8.83*. So I had failed by exactly 0.01 points. Depressing, right? Ah, but now comes the twist that leads to the happy ending(hopefully, that ending is still far away). I loved the high school I ended going at. I loved even more then I would have loved the first one. I made a wonderful friend there, met my first big real crush there, spent so much time in the coffee shop across the street I probably paid for the remodeling they did the summer after I finished high school and generally had a ton of fun there. So yeah, that’s how 0.01 points can change things.


*Fun fact: This is also the grade I got at the end of high school exam. Apparently it’s chasing me around :D


As usual, look to the right to see other people writing on this topic. Oh, and sorry this is short but I’m tired and my brain is goo.

The story of Pic, the water game and the evil mommy

At least three times a day me and Pic(the dog, in case you haven’t learned that by now) play this game:

Addie picks up the water bowl.
Pic watches closely because Addie is touching HIS stuff.
Addie empties the water bowl in the sink.
Pic wonders why Addie is doing that.
Addie turns on the faucet and takes some water in her hand.
Pic watches innocently.
Addie splashes the water in Pic’s face.
Pic runs away like he’s the little girl in the “Exorcist” and someone just threw holy water at him.
Addie laughs.
Pic tries to hide behind the wire fence or in the grapevine.
Addie laughs even harder.
Pic looks from behind the fence/bush.
Addie tries not to die laughing at his stealth techniques.
Pic takes a step forward.
Addie turns off the faucet and puts the bowl down.
Pic comes closer.
Addie splashes water again in his face.
Pic runs with a “You devil woman, you! I’m melting, I’m melting” look in his eyes.
Addie dies laughing.
The end.

I’ll try to post pictures if I can get close enough with the camera(I promise I’m usually a better pup-mommy).

Um…yikes!

*infomercial girl voice* “Now if you will all look at the right side of the page you will notice an authentic, state of the art, lovely ticker that will inform you that I have just one month left until I leave.*back to my normal self*

As our gorgeous(oy, who am I kidding here?) infomercial girl has announced I have one month left. That’s it, folks, one month. And guess what? I am not freaking out. Yep, that’s right, me, the queen of over thinking, over analyzing and over freaking is not the least bit panicked. And I’m not even drunk :D! *shocked gasps from the audience* Might be ‘cause I’m keeping busy watching movies. A lot of movies. I’m trying to get thru every DVD I’ve gathered over the years and haven’t watched in at least a year because boy, I’m gonna miss ‘em. I’m also doing a list with films I want to watch in my last night at home(which will be tricky because I have to move my computer to mum’s room but hey…life sucks). So far I have Final Destination 1 on that list and I’m trying to see if I can find the movie with killer ants on a plane(yes, there is such a movie…amazingly informative blog I have here…how did you live without knowing there is a movie with ants on a plane?) or if I’ll have to settle for Snakes on a Plane. Any other plane disaster films you want to recommend? Ok, going off the film wagon for a while and on to praising the amazing man who thought of Facebook because I’ve already met one of the girls in my course and one of my flat mates. So yes, I’m keeping busy the film/computer geek way. Other then that…I’ve bought my magic suitcase(of course, you have no clue why it’s my magic suitcase because I didn’t post that particular blog entry but you can insert a rant about bloody suitcases here and save us all the trouble). It’s absolutely huge(bet it’s not gonna seem so huge when I have to pack everything in it?) and pretty. Now I have to learn to operate a washing machine(fine, laugh all you want but I will learn gosh darn it!), wash everything I own and then wait patiently(ha!) while watching coughGilmoreGirlscough for the last month to pass. Should be fine, right(my famous last words…)?

Pictures because I'm too lazy to write

This is what they tried to pass of as coffee:


And this was the screen:




Random pic from our boat ride back home:

And yet another radnom one:



It was a wee bit foggy:


But just a tad:



Find the horizon ;)

Well, aren’t you a genius?

Just a bit of dialogue I caught at the film fest last week that I had to share(I have a witness, I swear).

[the acoustic version of I don’t want to miss a thing is playing]
Guy: And this song, you know?
Girl: What about it?
Guy: It’s from that movie.
Girl: What movie?
Guy: The one with Bruce Willis. You know the guy from Lethal Weapon 1, 2, 3 and 4?
Girl: Oh, yeah, what about him?
Guy: Well, he was in that movie where they played this song but I can’t remember what it’s called but it’s the only movie in which Bruce Willis dies, ya’ know? The only movie in which he dies.
Girl: Really?
Guy: Yeah…and it’s the acoustic version.

Me thinks someone really shouldn’t be at a film fest.

Land of the shooting stars

So, I’m back. Of course since I didn’t post that I was going away you might have thought I was just being lazy again but in fact I was in the bloody middle of nowhere at a film festival. At the “Anonimul” Film Festival(click here for the official page). First off let me tell you a bit about the location. Remember when I said two sentences ago that this is in the middle of nowhere? I meant it. It’s in the Danube Delta and you can only get there by boat(more about why I fucking hate those boats later). So we arrive there Monday evening(not really evening more around 5PM-ish), walk the approximately 1.5 miles from the pier to the camp site, pay and go set up the tent. All goes well until we get to the stakes part. Apparently the ground hates me and is frozen solid(why yes, I do have Yossarian complex, why do you ask?). We kind of get them in, pray that our backpacks are heavy enough to keep the thing down and then we try to tie the ropes. Well, uh, I’ve only had the tent for 6 years how was I supposed to know that the pegs used for the ropes are supposed to go in at an angle? Yes, I suck at camping. After all this is done we go and look for coffee because gosh, darn it, I’ve been without coffee for a full 6 hours. We find coffee, or what they try to pass as coffee but seeing as the only other place that sells coffee is back near the pier…coffee, good!

Other then that it was boring. We’d wake up at 8-9 in the morning, go drink coffee, wait for the sun to move then go sleep/read under a fence and maybe if we were feeling energetic enough walk to the village or the sea(two different directions and a long walk either way). Then at 6 we’d plunk down at a good table, have more coffee, try to decide what to eat, eat and then watch movies and drink. Oh, yeah an exciting life. Friday we met a couple of guys, one of which really, but really, really looked like Rudolf Martin when he had his sunglasses on, but way less when he took them off(clicky here to see how Rudolf looks with glasses). Sad. They saved me and my friend from killing each other so it was all good in the ed. But dang, why did he have to take the glasses off? Did I mention I have a thing for Rudolf Martin? ‘Cause I do.

The worst part was the boat. We decide to go home Saturday morning. We get up at 6, pack the tent, and hike back to the pier only to be told that there are no more tickets. Cursing, then more cursing and even more cursing. Fine, ok, whatever. We walk back to the camp, set the bloody tent again. Next morning, we wake up a 5, pack the tent, walk tot the tent, hoping to find tickets for any of the boats that day. Guess what? No cigar, or in our case no tickets. They changed the system from the previous year so we had no clue that you could buy tickets in advance. We got bored and the prospect of spending another night sleeping in a tent was too awful so we found some guys with a speedboat and rode in style!

Also have you ever watched fireworks up close? Really, really close? Close as in burning parts falling 2 feet away from you? Oh, yeah…cool. And scary. But really, really cool. Made even cooler by the fact that it was also a moon eclipse at the same time. And that there were a lot of shooting stars(hence the title).

So, now for the movies:
The good: The Wave(Germany) was absolutely brilliant and I’d recommend you watch if you have the chance. I also liked the Lemon Tree(Israel).

The decent: It’s hard to be nice (Bosnia & Herzegovina)was ok-ish but I’m not sure I’d watch it again, Silent Light(Mexico), who also won the prize could have been a good movie but I didn’t make it to the end. It’s artsy and can be boring but I would like to make it to the end someday

The bad: Boogie(Romania) proved once again that we cannot make a decent movie to save our lives. It wasn’t as much bad as it was useless. Trust me, I spent 2 hours looking for the plot.

The ones I don’t have an opinion on: Egg(Turkey) and Help me Eros(Taiwan) were boring and we were tired so I think I watched 15, maybe 20 minutes out of each.

The short films were better. I liked a lot of them, with special mention for Bad habit little rabbit, The Yellow Smiley Face, Strawberries in April, Muli, Test and Cat-man-do(the last one is below…enjoy!).



Sorry, I’m still not exactly coherent right now so you’ll have to try to make sense of all that mumbo-jumbo.

Gods of ice cream, why do you tempt me?

Ok, you can assume that this will have something to with ice cream and you wouldn’t be that far off. You see, this really cool shop opened in my little corner of the world and they sell the most amazing ice cream ever(it almost rivals the one I ate in enormous quantities in Croatia) so of course, now I have 2 boxes of the stuff in my fridge. Actually I had to boxes because I kinda ate a whole one by myself, it’s just so good. I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t. I actually paused the movie to return it to its rightful place (and no, I am not conspicuously calling it the movie to deny the fact that I am watching Gilmore Girls for the billionth time). So, as I was saying, I paused the movie three times to go to the kitchen and put the box back in the fridge but every single bloody time I stopped to take just one more bite and after 30 seconds of standing next to the light switch I’d just decide that meh, more ice cream never killed anyone. And so I ate a full box of ice cream. I’m denying all responsibility for this and instead, like any normal person would do, I’m blaming it on the gods of ice cream, those fickle friends who must hate me or something. At least it wasn’t a really big box.

And, ah, I also noticed I like the same type of ice cream Dean likes: chocolate with something green on top: either mint or pistachio. And the green must be on top, I’d explain but then you’d think I’m crazy or something.

I just wrote a blog entry about me eating a full box of ice cream. Life is really boring and there must be something about “the movie” that makes me chatty. Huh, imagine that.

Can I write this off as a reward for getting halfway thru the first module in Chemistry?

*squeaks**hyperventilates**faints*

A friend found for me the unaired pilot for Gilmore Girls.

This is just so…perfect! I’m speechless and that doesn’t happen too often.

Would a 20-foot gold statue be too flashy?

P.S: Did any of you hover for just a second when you got out of bed this morning?