Notes from the road and virginity

OK, so I lied in yesterday’s post and I won’t post pictures today. I’m lazy. But while I’m waiting for my frozen dinner to get ready I though I could just type these notes up and post them for your entertainment.

Thursday 7:55

I’m in the waiting room, obviously waiting for my plane to board. I’m sure that this is the time when I should get all excited but I’m not. I’m twitchy but that might be because I’ve had gargantuan amounts of coffee. Can I just chalck it up to being nervous? Can I, can I, please?

The drive here was...well, a nightmare. Being stuck in a car with mum and dad is no one’s idea of a good time. Frankly, sticking needles in my eyes would have been so much better. And add the fact that we left way too early so we got to the airport at 5AM. For an 8.35 flight. Awesome, ain’t it?

Still Thursday, 9:30 AM, airplane

I think people think I’m insane. Of course, it doesn’t help that the first thing I did once I got in my seat was to check the twisty knob thingy on the tray(it has a name, I’m sure it has a nname but...meh) and see if it breaks off. I’ve seen Final Destination one too many times, me thinks. It also doesn’t help that I giggle every time the plane shakes a bit because I’m reminded of the way too many Final Destination conversations I’ve had with a friend. Why, yes, we are obsessed. Oh, and if I look out the window at the wing I remember the stupid scene at the begining of(no, not Final Destination this time) Urban Legends 2(great series, you should definitely watch at least Urban Legends 1 and maybe even 2....skip 3 though...that one went from not-so great like 2 to just-shoot-me-now-have-they-even-seen-the-first-films-make-it-stop! bad).

Yeah, so nothing too exciting, but then again when have I ever been exiting? Well, maybe just now, when I announce that I’m no longer a virgin.









A Cherry Coke virgin...what did you think? You people have filthy minds, you know that, right?You see, we don’t have Cherry Coke back home...how ever did I live without it? Tomorrow I’m going to end my Dr. Pepper virginity as well.

By the way, the frozen dinner was disgusting. Now I’m hungry.

Cheerio, mates!

Greetings from jolly old England! Did you miss me? Did you, did you? Well, fine then, I didn’t miss you either. I really don’t have that much to report, it’s all still a blur and probably going to keep being this way for at least the first 2 weeks. I’m meeting loads of people, my flatmates are...quiet. Well, one’s quiet, one’s really nice and the third one is barely ever here. My room is decent, I’ll post some pictures tomorrow after I take the trash out. The city itself is like a postcard, especially now with fallen leaves everywhere and the walk to uni is really pretty(not that I’m gonna walk that often, it’s a good 45-50 minutes walk). Lots of red brick houses, but I expected that and I love them. Most of the people are incredibly nice, everyone’s smiling and happy...it’s odd. I’m just going to go to bed now and I’ll be back soon with a more complete account of my journey and adventures so far.

How do I pack my life in a suitcase?

How do I decide what stays and what comes with me? Do I take the Coca-Cola metal signs that I’ve looked for in 5 shops and then dragged them all the way back from Paris with me? The Martini glass print that never quite fit anywhere but which I love nonetheless? Which one of the metal tins I’ve gathered do I take? The teddy bear I’ve had for as long as I can remember? Do I take any of the countless greeting cards I’ve gotten over the years and that I’ve kept for no apparent reason? What stays? What goes? How do I pick from the piles of memories? And more importantly…how do I pack a giant puppy in my suitcase so that no one notices?

I’m not really sentimental. I will probably leave most of these things behind(although gosh, darn it, I am taking the Coca-Cola signs and the Martini print…I love them way to much). I just felt like being mushy for a bit.

So, this is it folks. I probably won’t have time to post anything else before I leave and I’ll be offline for a few days until I buy a laptop. Wish me luck…I’m going in!

And on a completely unrelated note…how awesome were the new Heroes episodes? Spoiler ahead:

Sylar and Peter and Nathan are brothers! How great is that?

Also am I the only one disappointed that Sylar doesn’t eat the brains(not only because if he did eat them that would killed Claire, but it would have been so much cooler)? But still… "That’s disgusting”? looool

You missed him, right?

You know that as a proud fur-mommy it is my sacred duty to kill you with pictures every once in a while, right? Well, I have some free time and I can't sleep right now so I've decided that there's no better time then the present to fulfill that duty so without further ado, here is puppy!



He almost looks small here, doesn't he?




Well, maybe not so small...




I give you the "I'm innocent! I didn't do it!" look...how can I punish him when he does this to me?




Either he has big paws or I have really small hands...




And my favourite picture of all time...how can you not love him?

Not even exciting things…

…can make my life exciting. You’d think that with less then a week left before I move my life would be the least be interesting. Not so much so. Actually, in the past weeks it’s been mostly shopping, starring at the rain outside, more shopping, wondering when the rain will stop, some more shopping, bad films, really bad films, it can’t be possible for a film to be this bad(this honor goes to Bats: Human Harvest…oh, yeah), Monty Python, more shopping in case I wasn’t already bloody tired of all the shopping. Oh, and some sleeping in the downtime. Exciting, right? Almost as exciting as me buying giraffe jammies. It’s sad. Other people have going away parties and cakes that say “We will miss you” .Oh, and other then giraffe jammies(why yes, I am proud of them, why do you ask?) I bought a huge stack of hair clips and then decided I might just cut my hair after all. Or I might not. It’s still up for debate right now. Sheesh, I’m talking about hair cuts and jammies. That’s how boring life is. Thankfully Heroes starts in a few days and if the spoilers are right, the first episode might be the most exciting ever. Heck, I could watch them cut grass and still be happy because damn, I miss Heroes. As long as they do it naked. Cut the grass naked, in case my thought process isn’t clear for everybody. But just the boys and Ali Larter.

Who knows, maybe the hit man will come kill me after all today!

The greatest spam ever!

This is the last time you will hear from me because I am apparently going to be dead in 48 hours! I’ve gotten all types of spam over the years, many of them offering me tons of money, telling me I won a lottery I never even heard of and offering to help me enlarge my you-know-what naturally. Of course that after taking them up on every single one of these offers I am a gorgeous billionaire with a giant tinkle so someone wants me dead. But no problem because the nice hitman(or hitwoman, I don’t want to be sexist) sent me an email to warn me about it! Isn’t that sweet of him? And for the low, low price of 15000 dollars I can live! What a bargain. So now for your reading pleasure I give you the hitman’s email. I just have to live on the wild side and tempt my fate, right?

This email is intended for you.I am very sorry for you, it is a
pity that this is how your life is going to end as soon as you don't
comply. As you can see there is no need of introducing myself to you
because I don't have any business with you, my duty as I am mailing you
now is just to KILL you and I have to do it as I have already been paid upfront
for it.

Someone you call a friend wants you Dead by all
means, and the person have spent a lot of money on this, the person
also came to us and told me that she wanted you dead and she provided us
with your name ,picture,home address and other necessary information's we
needed
about you. So I have sent my boys to track you down and they have carried
out the necessary investigation needed for the operation on you, and
they have done that but I told them not to kill you yet,that I will like
to
contact you and see if your life is Important to you or not since their
findings shows that you are innocent.

I called my client back
and ask her of your email address which I didn't tell her what I wanted
to do with it and she gave it to me and I am using it to contact you
now. As I am writing to you now my men are monitoring you and they are
telling me everything about you.

Now do you want to LIVE OR
DIE? As someone has paid us to kill you. Get back to me now if you are
ready to pay some fees to spare your life, $15,000 is all you need to
spend You will first of all pay $8,000 then I will send a tape to you
which i recorded every discussion i made with the person who wanted you
dead and as soon as you get the tape, you will pay the remaining
$7,000. If you are not ready for my help, then I will carry on with my
job straight-up without any remorse.

WARNING!!!!DO NOT THINK OF CONTACTING THE POLICE
OR EVEN TELLING ANYONE BECAUSE I WILL KNOW.REMEMBER, SOMEONE WHO KNOWS
YOU VERY WELL WANT YOU DEAD! I WILL EXTEND IT TO ANY OF YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS,
INCASE I NOTICE SOMETHING FUNNY.


AFTER PAYMENT,I WILL MAKE OUT TIME TO SEE YOU IN A SAFE PLACE AND GIVE YOU
THE TAPE OF MY DISCUSSION WITH
THE PERSON WHO WANTS YOU DEAD THEN, YOU CAN USE IT TO TAKE ANY LEGAL
ACTION AGAINST HER.

I AM GIVING YOU JUST 48HRS TO PAY UP OR ELSE YOU ARE DEAD,THERE IS NO WHERE
YOU CAN RUN TO.

IF YOU REPORT THIS MATTER TO THE POLICE,WE WILL NOT FAIL TO KILL YOU WITHOUT
FURTHER DELAY.THE POLICE CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.I ASSURE YOU,THIS IS
NOT A MERE THREAT.

REPLY US ON THIS SECLUDED EMAIL ADDRESS TODAY.IF YOU DON'T, YOUR DAYS ARE
NUMBERED TO HOURS.

Does posting it on this blog count as telling someone?

So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, goodbye!

It's official

As of a few hours ago I’m officially a University of Leicester student! *happy dance* I’ve registered online and I even got a cool UoL email address. How cool is that? Other then that nothing much to report. I have a big shopping spree planned for tomorrow so keep your fingers crossed that it doesn’t rain again and ruin my plans(I’ve already postponed this twice…at this pace I won’t have socks at uni).

Also George Takei(of Star Trek and Heroes fame) got married this weekend to his long time partner. Check out an article online here (and how cute is the third picture?).

The last time

Ok, so I’ve been a bit busy lately and haven’t had much time to write, not to mention I’ve been feeling lousy. Nothing bad, I’m just a bit sick. But I am not here to complain about being sick, but I am here to complain about a movie. It’s been a while.

Being a fan of both horror movies and foreign movies, I had so much hope for [Rec]. Everyone said it was brilliant. The comments on imdb said it was really scary. Heck, this movie got awesome reviews and a 93% rating on rottentomatoes. I had it all set: the room was dark and quiet. I really wanted to like it. But I didn’t. Some spoilers ahead so if you haven’t seen it and want to, you can go look at this video of my puppy!

Ok, so I am not very fond of the whole Blair Witch Project style of filming but they did a good job on this, I’ll give them that. After a really boring intro part that made me reach for my coffee you get to the action and then the movie really starts sucking. I’d try to describe it but the best way I can think of is as a mix between Blair Witch and Dawn of the Dead, only with far less zombies/monsters/people contaminated by an awful virus. The only part I found remotely scary was near the end when they go in the attic and a scary face appears and that was scary only because I’m jumpy and people coming out of nowhere scare me. Heck, you can scare me if you come behind me and say “boo!”. Waiters scare me if they appear suddenly at my table. You get the point, right? The only satisfying thing about this movie is that they all die at the end(much like Dawn of the Dead again…gosh, I hate that movie). Seriously this movie goes something like this: boring parts, guys walk into an apartment, angry bitch bites and infects them, people carry them down, they sit and wait there while they debate what’s happening and what they can do, attack after someone explains that they have been infected, people manage to lock them in a room for a while, another one of the healthy ones turns into a monster, they fight for a while, the first guys escape, infect everyone else and they start developing symptoms right away and go after our poor main characters And someone please explain to me how in all heck the guys on the gurneys sat there all nice and quiet, not attacking anyone while the doctor took care of their wounds only to attack when the guy in the big yellow suit said thy were infected? Their explanation? The time it takes for you to turn into a monster depends on the blood type. Yeah. So what about the little girl? I guess she has AB and that’s why she waited patiently until all the characters thought they were safe to attack, right? Give me a break. I know this probably doesn’t make sense if you haven’t seen the movie but there is no better way to explain it.

So yeah, there you have it. I hate [Rec]. But I will probably still see the Hollywood remake of it, just for the heck of it.

This is the last time I try to get a movie just because people say it’s awesome.

Apparently we’re all gonna die tomorrow

Those of you with lives, that don’t spend all their free time online or watching the news might not know that we’re all gonna die but thankfully, here I am, informing you. Or if we don’t die tomorrow we’re gonna die in December 2012 like the Mayans said but it all starts tomorrow, so ya’ see, it’s still tomorrow’s fault. Poor tomorrow. Ok so what started this almost Y2K madness? This. Ok, you see I accept the fact that I have almost no idea what the guys are doing there but I assume they know so I’m not worried. Others are and I am enjoying all the panicked folks going crazy. Yes, I’m starved for entertainment. My favorites are the ones that have absolutely no clue what they’re talking about(kinda like me) but still feel the need to comment on it(again, kinda like me). It’s just so cute when you see someone say that we don’t need time travel so we should stop the experiment(please tell me how exactly did we get to time travel?) or someone who is actually convinced that the Earth will end(what would you do if you were sure you only had a few hours left?). There are also those who are convinced that if we don’t die then god will punish us, so it’s a lose-lose situation or the terrorist nuts who have now decided that Bin Laden will crash an airplane into the whole thing(never mind that it’s underground, ok? Those are just details). And of course, then you have me, who just can’t stop reading and mocking all the stupid comments.

Yes, I’m bored(and also completely fascinated by this experiment but that just the nerd in me speaking).

But just in case you see a big black hole over Europe tomorrow, send help my way!

(Also, how ironic would it be if the world actually exploded or whatever else the nuts think might happen and this would be my last blog entry?)

I am boooored

But really, really bored. Luckily I have a busy weekend ahead of me which will save me from killing myself out of boredom. Busy doing what, you ask? Well, nothing exciting. Unless you’re me, because then it’s exciting. You see, the gods of tv have decided to shower me with gifts in the next 50-something hours and gave me Apocalypse Now, Silence of the lambs and Hannibal(these two are in the same night and on two different channels…odd, but who am I to question the gods?) and Surviving Picasso. I’m a happy sailor.

Of course, I also have to deal with family visits again this weekend. Geez, don’t this people have homes? Ok, so it’s basically different people if we don’t count bro but still…why do I have to be part of the wedding talk? What did I ever do wrong? I guess I’ll just have to hide until they leave. I am sooooo never getting married(don't quote me on that, folks...I might change my mind).

Also, I’m paranoid. Yeah, not news but I’m really paranoid. Every time I get a letter from the university I look at it for the 50 second walk from the mail box to the house hoping they’re not announcing that there’s been some kind of huge error and they’re not letting me in anymore. I did this today only to find out the letter I had been staring was a correction to something they'd sent me earlier. Can you tell I really want to go?

And before I go, just further proof that I’m a geek. Seriously there is no hope left for me. You know what I did yesterday(I know you can’t know but I like asking redundant questions)? I had written something in a notebook(chemistry notes, nothing earth shattering) and before I closed the notebook I looked for the “save” button, because I didn’t want to loose what I’d just written. Oh, yeah…I wanted to save my handwritten notes. Put me out of my misery.

True loves

Do you believe that everyone has one true love? Has there ever been "one who got away" in your life?

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Short answer? No. Imagine what a sad world we’d live in if one had just one true love. You’d have to wait, love just a half of what you’re actually capable of loving because you haven’t met the one that’s meant to be your true love. And doesn’t actually the whole idea of one true love(I’m not talking about “the one” here for now, I’ll get to that in a second) belittle every other love in one’s life? Isn’t it like saying “every other love you’ve had was fake”? “Every time you’ve had your heart broken or suffered didn’t matter because it wasn’t your true love”?

Now we move to the subject of the one. While it might seem like I’m contradicting myself, I think that there could actually be the one. But for me the one is more like the one that you fit with perfectly, rather then the one you love like you’ve never loved anyone else before. People love wrong ones every day. Heck, how could you even know you’ve found the one if you didn’t find the wrong ones before? Are you supposed to walk around the world waiting to hear a choir singing from the skies just as your eyes meet and you’re smitten forever?

As for the one that got away? Nope, sorry. Sure there are a few cases of bad timing and “we could have had a good relationship had we met sooner/later/in a parallel universe” but no one that will make me pull out pictures/notes/whatever in 20-30 years and think of what might have been.

So there you have it. A little different then usual and lacking bad jokes but yeah…As always look in the bar on the right, under “Blog roll tour” to see what others think of this.

Smell that?

Open a window or go outside. Go on, do it. I’ll wait. Ok, done? It smells like fall, people! And yes, I’m excited. For the past 2 days it’s been nice and cold here. Not cold in the “turn on the heating” way but in the “grab a blanket and remember to take a jacket with you” way. The grapes are almost done(why yes, I have grapes in my yard…jealous? :D) and it’s just so nice outside. I love fall. Almost as much as I love snow. Not to mention that today I ripped the page out of my calendar and found myself staring at a big red circle. Yay! Ok, so I’m definitely excited now! 23 days to go! *happy dance*