I’m feeling particularly bitchy today

As movie and TV obsessed people know, this weekend the SAG Awards took place. Yppidy-doo-dah! I know the WGA and the SAG are buddies but shit…I would have rather watched the Golden Globes instead of the SAG awards. And what the fuck is it with “The Sopranos' winning? That show ended…move along people(and on a side note there is such a thing as a great finale and then there’s that shit…what were they thinking? Let’s be innovative because morons will think it’s cool?). I had absolutely no preference but this bugs the shit out of me(I don’t think I can even name the nominees). Can you tell I wasn’t a Sopranos’ fan? And what the fuck was with that dress Angelina Jolie wore? Was she trying to beat Hayden’s tent? I know she’s rumored to be pregnant but come on! Bloody fuck. But she still looked great. And since the Hayden subject came up, she went on some show to talk about saving the whales. I wonder if she’d try to save the leprechauns if someone told her they were on the verge of extinction.

You were warned. I feel bitchy. That’s the edited version.

ETA: I read a few "Heroes" spoilers that got me quite excited. Highlight to raed, because I don't want to ruin anyone's fun:
We'll find out Mr. Nakamura’s power! Oh, man, finally!!!
A new future episode! *squeals while her head turns around like Daffy Duck's beak when the guy shot him* Maybe we'll have more of future Peter!*drools all over the keyboard*
Claude comes back! Yay!!!
The only downer is the fact that they'll focus more on Monica...don't really like her.
Oh, and apparently we've already seen Angela's power in action, but used by Peter, not by her! Huh? I'm thinking the dream thingy.

Ok, so I know these aren't exactly news but give me a break...I've been to bummed by strike to read any spoilers in the last month.

I have a lot of free time

I have a lot of free time. And I decided to spend it wisely so, instead of doing something useful, I took a couple of tests and it seems like the world agrees with me on one thing: I’d make a great couple with one of my loves.

Who is Your Ideal TV Boyfriend?

Created by BuddyTV

See? Ok, I admit I might have been distracted by some pictures(but come on…there’s been no new Heroes stuff for months *cries softly) so I think I answered a couple of question by looking at the picture instead of reading and just picking something that seemed ok. But I’d still date Peter :D.And any shortcomings he might have(I'd really rather date second season Peter instead of the first season one) will be overlooked because the man can fly!(don't tell me it's not real...I couldn't stand the thought). And after that happens we can get as a pet:

Which TV Dog is Your Ideal Pet?

Created by BuddyTV

The perfectest(I know that's not a word) pooch in the whole wide world(after my own, of course).
Me, Peter and Paul Anka…what a life that’d be…

I’m such a nice person

Ok, so here goes another one of my early-morning—late-night posts. I hate weddings. I have never imagined myself in a white silky(or satiny) dress going down the aisle to meet my true love at the end(for “Sex and the city” fans- remember when Carrie tried on a wedding dress and had an allergic reaction? That’s me!). I despise the whole process, from picking cheesy invites to coordinating menus and whatnot. I strongly believe that Lorelai had it right when she chose “We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty” as a quote for her wedding invitations. That being said(and trust me, this rant is a whole lot longer in my head---Luke-rant lenght) I accept the fact that since I am now an adult(or so people claim- I have my doubts that a person who spent the night watching “Wacky Racers” clips on YouTube can be considered an adult but I digress) weddings are things I am expected to attend from time to time. Be it the wedding of my brother, my cousin or a friend, I have made peace with the prospect. But I will not be happy! And here comes the reason for the tile of this post: I have to go to a wedding in February. A wedding for a couple of people I have met once or twice(and I couldn’t pick them out of a lineout if my life depended on it). But I have a friend who hates weddings as much as I do and he has to go to the thing and I will go with him, because I am a nice person and I cannot let him suffer alone. It will be a long and painful night, complete with a very large amount of people that I despise, hate or that simply bore me to death trying to guess if I’m with him(as in a couple), even though we’ve made it clear plenty of times that we are not, in any shape or form, and many other equally delightful conversations. Ain’t love grand?

Now please excuse me while I go and try to put myself in a coma that last until December so I can skip all the weddings that I must go to this year(4 as of now).
And my mood isn’t exactly helped by the fact that I’m watching Gilmore season 2, which begins with the planning of a wedding, and ends with an actual wedding.

Edited later to add(but then again I always edit this things 10 times): I am the most graceful person in the world. I should be a ballerina. Or at least have someone chase(mm…Chase…googly eyes thinking of dr. Chase) me around all day with a camera. I was sitting in my chair and I wanted to start some coffee and I leaned down to press the button and…you guessed it. I fell and banged my head in the coffee machine(try to imagine the scene)! I swear the three Stooges have nothing on me! A perfect “World funniest videos” moment and I missed taping it…that’s my way to fame and fortune!

‘Morning

My internet is driving me crazy. For the last 4 evenings the poor baby’s been on a break! Argh! But that means that you can enjoy more of my 3-4-5 AM posts that contain absolutely nothing even remotely interesting but I don’t remember ever saying that I have anything interesting to say so that explains the amount of uninteresting babbling. Got the point through all the uses of “interesting” in that sentence? In other news, I finished watching the first season of Gilmore Girls and started the second. No, I’m not obsessed. Why would you think that?

Skipping to the next subject with absolutely no trace of segue whatsoever: I hate movies that come in parts! Last night I watched the second part of “Rose Red”. I have alarms every week to remind me to watch it because it’s the 5th time I’ve tried. The first time I managed because they showed it 4 nights in a row so…there ya’ go. Not even my brain is that useless. But I do like it. And the guy that plays Nick is yummy. Or at least I think his name is Nick. I’m really bad with names.

And on another totally unrelated note here comes my latest shameful obsession. I've been listening to Carrie Underwood's "Before he cheats" for the last couple of hours. I feel lame. And I have no clue what exactly I like about that song because I think that trashing someone's car is one of the worst things you could do(just after picking on someone's puppy).What did the poor car do? Go trash his apartment, or guitar, or something...buit not the car,man!(I think I have also an unhealthy obsession for cars).But still cool song.

The fourth subject is actually a clip because I am in a MacGyver mood(don’t even ask) and I was reading something and one thing led to another... I haven’t seen an episode in years but I miss it. Adelina…this one’s for you!(One might think that this is a MacGyver clip but nope...that'd be too easy.)

Heath Ledger is dead

I'm in shock. I didn't particulary like him as an actor but it's still...wow. It's gonna make watching the new Batman movie a whole lot weirder.
Ok, think about this: the last Joker was Jack Nicholson. He's 70. Heath was 28. The new Joker died before the last Joker.
Here's a link from BBC to the article.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7203797.stm

My internet hates me

Well, the fact that this is the second night in a row when I'm posting at 3 AM might be a clue that the damned thing hates me! *cries histerically* But, on the bright side, I'm almost up to day with all my fanfics. And as a bonus, I wrote another sweet and short one-shot(really, really short). Again, Gilmore but is that surprising to anyone?Here ya' go!(for non-Gilmore maniacs, Rory's favourite flowers are sunflowers)

Decisions

People have to make decisions everyday. Some times they’re easy decisions, like what you’re going to eat, or wear, or what movie you’ll see. Sometime they’re hard. Painful, heartbreaking decision…and in the end you can just hope you got it right and pray for the best. Sometimes, even the hardest decisions are easy to make. Other times, it’s the other way around.
I stood there, in my mother’s living room, looking at the bouquet on the table. It was beautiful…anyone could have told you that. There were at least a hundred red roses, placed delicately in a big vase, with little branches of baby’s breath thrown in among them. It was perfect. Round, greatly thought out, not one single rose fading. It had a nice card, printed on expensive paper, that said nice things. And it was for me. Next to it, there was a book in which someone had placed a single sunflower. It wasn’t perfect…the petals didn’t form a perfect circle and a few of them had even started to fall on the table.
This was an easy decision to make.
I picked up the flower from the book and bolted through the door, to the man that was waiting for me. The same black, unruly hair, the same dark eyes that changed every second, sometimes annoyed, sometimes happy, never empty, the same fingers that tangled perfectly with mine.
He wasn’t perfect…but neither am I.

If you say you don't like it I'm gonna cry.

And just for the record, never drink coffee while watching Gilmore. Me splattering coffee all over myself and the screen was not a pretty or lady-like sight(it's amazing that I can still laugh like a maniac when I watch it, isn't it?).

I need to get a life

There are resons why people like me should never be allowed online. One of them is that I am an obsessed geek/fangirl and I would and will buy/beg for anything that I like and what is the Internet if not an amazing collectin of rubbish that I do not need but desperately want. One of them, at the moment, is a baby. No, I haven't completely lost my mind. But if I had a baby I could dress it in one of these things:

If you do not know who "The Clash" are, please do me a favour and go shoot yourself in the head now!

On to the next topic of the day: my Gilmore retrospective. As you remember from a few posts ago I have started watching the DVD's again, from season 1 to 7. And I am noticing a lot of things I didn't before. I guess the billionth time really opens your eyes. Actually I don't think I could have noticed them before because my "Heroes" obsession is quite new, or at least newer then the Gilmore obsession but I've noticed that a lot of actors from Heroes have also appeared on Gilmore Girls. Ok, so we have Milo Ventimiglia, but everybody knows that. Except for him there are quite a number of actors that I notice(and start squealing "Look, there's X" which is quite weird because I watch these alone).
Example 1: Masi Oka(Hiro) played a philosophy student in season 2, "Road trip to Harvard".
Example 2: The chick who played Eden(I forgot her name, shame on me), also plays a student at Chilton in season 1.
Example 3: Christine Rose(Angela), plays Christopher's mom(ok, this one I had read somewhere but that didn't stop me from squealing "Angela!"-actually the dialogue in my head went more like this "I know her, how do I know her, different hair, Angela!" but I have to say that I watched that at 5 in the morning so my brain is dead).

And to the third and final topic of the day: Mark selby won the Saga Masters snooker championship! Congrats, Mark...wanna celebrate? *awkward wink* Ok, bad, bad me since he has a girlfriend but I'm allowed to hope and pray! :D

Uh-oh

I’m 20. I just realized that. I think I get the prize for slowest person on earth to catch a point(just 3 months, though). But the fact that I’m 20 means that I’m in my twenties(amazing deductive skills at work there, people). People get real jobs in their twenties. People get married in their twenties. People have kids in their twenties. People are no longer in their teens in their twenties(another brilliant conclusion here). I am old. If genetics has any role I will son be gray as well. Jeebus! I need tequila, soon and a lot. And a hot 18 year old to remind me that I’m not that much older then him. Nope…doesn’t work. The fact that I can legally date a guy who’s 2 years younger than I am is creepy. I need a 30-year old hot guy to remind me that I am still not that old. If only Milo were available. Dump the midget and give me a call, love! ;)

There’s something out there…and it’s watching me!!!

Ever since I found out on Sunday that I have to be a maid of honor(or bridesmaid, to be determined as of yet) wedding stuff has been chasing me around like crazy. Ok, maybe it’s not so weird seeing as all this stuff is following me on a forum that accidentally has a wedding planning board but hey! I can imagine someone’s out to get me! Why do I have to be a bridesmaid you ask? Huh…I don’t know that myself, but I’m sure there’s a brilliant reason in my future sister-in-law and bro’s mind(and I’m guessing dear old mom had something to do with this) but the end result of this is that I will have to wear a dress(and by Jeebus, I hate dresses) and act all happy and smile for a whole day. And lets not forget that I’ll get the pleasure of pinning the flowers to people’s clothes. Think I can actually get someone to bleed before they change their mind? Seriously…who’d trust me with a needle near them? Anyways I told them I wouldn’t mind if they changed their minds and wanted to nominate someone else for the honor but apparently I really, really have to be part of their big day. My enthusiasm is just overwhelming, don’t you think? And before I scatter off and get to writing I have, but really have to share this dress with you:

Think I can get one for the wedding day? I just know I’d be adorable in it! :D

Two things I've learned today

Hot men with accents are less hot when they don’t do the accents. Example: Hugh Laurie(no further explanation needed here). Example2: Ricky from Heroes(the actor also played in CSI Miami and is much less hot without the Irish accent). I would like to add that this does not mean, in any way, shape or form, that they’re not hot. Just…a bit less hot. And bloody Elle! She killed Ricky *cries*

A hot man will be hot even with long hair and creepy make-up, yelling “Raduuuuuu!” in a way that would make any Romanian speaker cringe. Hot man in question: Rudolf Martin. I have been absolutely in love with the bloke ever since he first appeared on NCIS(of course, playing a ruthless killer won him major points) but last night I watched “Dark Prince: The True Story of Dracula” and my love for the guy grew ten billion times stronger(seriously, I’d have a hard time deciding between him and Milo and that says a lot…actually I think he’d win because he isn’t screwing an idiotic midget). The man is hot and the movie is quite decent actually, and there are a few lines that make that movie rule now and forever in my mind, like: he’s talking with some priests about his father and here comes the absolutely brilliant line, delivered in an equally brilliant way “If I was destined to be the Antichrist I’m sure he would have mentioned it.” Ok, so the movie might make quite a few historical blunders but overall offers a pretty good picture of who Vlad was, and Rudolf is such a hot man that it’s well worth the watch only for him(but I add again that the movie is actually entertaining and fun). Here are the first 9 minutes of the movie(the line in question is around 7.14)


Go see a picture of him without the hair here: http://www.rudolfmartin.de/seite03-2.htm

And there's a puppy too! *melts*

I’ve had a bloody awful day

Put me out of my misery. Please. I didn’t sleep last night but that was ok, ‘cause, hey I slept the other night and one night sleep in 48 hours is pretty good. I’ll take what I can get so that’s not the problem. At precisely 4.23 my coffee maker went on strike(things tend to do that in my house-check blog entry about my computer a bit lower). Now that was the time for my first cup of the day so you can understand how that’s bad news. I moaned, bitched and whined but the bloody piece of shit didn’t want to start(it’s working fine now) so I was without coffee for many, many hours. Morning comes, mum leaves, I make coffee, everything’s right again in the world. I shower, spend a bloody hour trying to dry my hair, get that done then leave for school to get my reference. I get there, looks like I’m in luck, my old teacher is there. I find him and then “I’m sorry but I forgot about that…is it ok if I send it to you by tomorrow?”. Ok, I’m a little pissed at this point but after all the guy’s doing me a favour and he isn’t the one to blame for my shitty day and I don’t actually need it until the 15th ( I had the brains to predict that something like this might happen so I changed the dates a little for him). But I’m pissed nonetheless because I had just spent money on a cab ride that got nothing done when I could have been in bed. I leave there, after ducking through the flying snowballs and on the way home I reach my favourite guy in the whole wide world that sells books for less then a dollar each. I buy one(D.H. Lawrence if anyone’s interested) and go on my merry way to the bank to out some money in my account for my university application fee. The chick at the bank is a bitch that deserves to be killed but I let that slide because I’m too tired to fight with her and then the real fun begins. You see, today is mum’s birthday. I usually like buying presents for people but the woman is impossible to shop for. I try not to put a price limit on things(as much as I can) but the woman is still a nightmare. She likes perfumes. Lovely. I do not have 100-200 dollars to spend on the perfumes she likes, plus she already has a billion(and got at least 3 for Christmas). So let’s look for something else. Nothing. I can never find anything that gets more then a fake smile and a “That’s nice, dear” from her and I try. I really, really do try. After going through countless shops and having countless mind numbing conversations with various clerks(how hard is it to leave someone alone? If I don’t know what to get the woman what makes you assume that you might?) I remember that she was bitching about some CD before Christmas so lights go on my tiny head and I try to find it. I get lucky, find the bloody thing and jump in the first cab home. Once I get here inspiration strikes me and I decide to check her CD collection…guess what! She had already bought it for herself. Great. So I leave again(and fall twice because our idiotic mayor seems to think that the ice on the streets looks pretty or something) and get back to the store where I beg the clerk to let me exchange the CD(still in the foil, untouched). She finally agrees, I pick something else that I have no idea if she’ll like but, honestly, at this point I don’t quite give a shit and come back home. And now I’m tired, grumpy, broke(and I saw this really cool jazz compilation that I want really, really bad) and can’t go to bed because I have to call my teacher tonight to remind him to write the bloody thing. So at the moment I’m getting drunk(or at least drowning my sorrows in wine) because hey, it’s cocktail hour somewhere. And even if it isn’t, I don’t give a fuck.

I'm pathetic, shocked and squealing!

I wasn’t going to post anything today because I have found a hobby that takes up a lot of my time: I’m re-watching all of my Gilmore DVDs. Yes, I’m pathetic. Really, really pathetic. From season 1 to season 7. *ducks head in shame I think I need a life. But I was taking a break and decided to share a couple of videos that had me shaking my head or squealing. So here goes(and my opinions to go with them, ‘cause, honestly, this is called ramblings and what would the world be without my opinions?):



This is a real trailer for a real movie. At first I assumed it was a joke, but, nope, it’s a movie. I get the fact that it’s a comedy/horror(according to imdb, other sites say it’s a dark comedy or whatever) but seriously what the fuck where they thinking? A movie about a girl that has teeth in her…This is a must see.

Here goes the second clip, which is far less shocking then the first.


Is it just me or would a bed that starts moving in the middle of the night would be weird? I’d probably wake up screaming “It’s an earthquake!” Or maybe that’s the whole point of the bed? You stop snoring because you wake up? But anyway the house looks amazing(I so want a button to draw down my curtains-yes, I’m that lazy) and the mini-printer looks so cool that my first thought was-predictably enough- “I want one!”. I’d have absolutely no use for one but still…the coolness factor makes it worth my money. Other then that I’m not very impressed by anything, but I’m neither an avid gamer, nor a Star Wars fan and the camera would be pretty much useless to me, since I forget to even take pictures, much less film shit so…yeah. But I want the printer! Hint, hint…my birthday’s coming up(it’s in November but hey, not the point!).Oh, and is it just me or did the guy in the picture that the other guy was editing looked a lot like Mark Harmon?

And just a thing that I need to get out: Fuck the WGA, NBC and everybody else that's to blame for me not getting to watch the Golden Globes! Stupid idiots! You're taking everything away from me!

Oh, and to end this approprately, have a gilmore quote :D
Jess: What's this white stuff?
Luke: I think it's cheese ... or cream.
Jess: What's this green stuff?
Luke: I think it's best picked off.

New fanfic because I'm crazy

Ok, so it goes like this. At the moment I’m writing 3 fanfics. Two of them are multi-chapter, no end in sight, kind of stories. The third one is just something I write when I need to relax or have a cute idea, so updates are rare. This takes up a lot of my time because I’m an obsessive editor and everything needs to be written and rewritten until I’m satisfied which takes quite a while. But last night I was bored and felt like writing but not the ones I should be writing new chapters for so I started a little one-shot, which I finished in about half an hour(but didn’t post because I basically sucks but I just wanted to write it). As I was writing this a few scenes popped in my head and decided to write them down as well(maybe not quite scenes but mostly bits and pieces of dialogue), thinking I could find some place to get them in at some point in one of the previous fics. But they have their own mind and with them came a new story, which is basically different then the others, a bit darker and definitely more NG-17 at times. Oh, wait, did I mention that this story is at the moment mostly in my head? I wrote the first two chapters and I’m in the middle of the third because it keeps bugging me(really, I need a life) and again, there’s no end in sight and furthermore I have no freaking clue on how I could ever end it but the first 10, maybe 15 chapters are pretty much lined up in my head and waiting to be written. Great. Just what I needed. Seriously, my ADD will drive me crazy someday. But I’ll see how the writing goes and decide if I’ll post it or not. ‘Till then I have to get new chapters out before someone comes after me with a baseball bat. And because I’m in the mood for a little shameless plugging go check my fics there -> http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1302984

Oh, and here’s the one-shot ‘cause I don’t want to post it on fanfiction yet but if I let in my computer I’ll forget all about it’s existence and I might want to post it someday so why not share it here as well. It’s Gilmore Girls(duh), short, sweet and Literati(because I am incapable of writing anything else).

It is

I never could have found the words to describe it. What we were…it was different. It was nothing like the movies say it should be, or like the books proclaim it is. It wasn’t butterflies in my stomach or hearts doing cartwheels. It wasn’t romantic candlelight dinners or long walks on the beach. It wasn’t ordinary and it wasn’t anywhere near pure. It was fire, longing, burning, madness, lust, breaking but more then anything else it was love. It was dancing on the inside and Frank at the Sands and maybe even the three stooges masks. It was never much. It was love.

“Wat’cha thinking about, Ace?”

This wasn’t it. This should have never been. I just wish I had figured it out sooner.

“I’m tired, Logan…”

“Then go to bed.”

“I’m tired of us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can’t do this anymore…I’m sorry.”

I get out of bed and start throwing clothes into a bag, while he watches me, surprised and annoyed. It is me leaving.

“You’re serious?”

“We were never meant to be. I’m sorry if I’m hurting you but I can’t waste anymore time.”

“But…I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

It is me standing in the door and waving sadly goodbye to the cozy life I had next to the blond man still looking at me in disbelief. It is opened doors and breathing freely for the first time in forever. It is me driving as fast as the speed limit allows me to get to him. It is me, standing with a bag in my hand in front of his door. It is hope that it’s not too late. It is me, knocking and praying that there’s still a chance. It is his face and crooked smile and tired expression. It is the lack of surprise on his features, it is the fact that he always knew what I had just figured out, that we were it for each other.

“What are you doing here, Ror?” It is that syllable that I hated in any other voice then his.

“I miss you.”

“Come in…”

It is a door shutting behind us and hope and unsaid promises.

It is right. It is love.

I'm bored.

Ok, so as the title suggests I am bored out of my mind. I could do something useful but that would go against everything I stand for. And the empress Bo-Bo Bell forbids it(if you get that one you are my new best friend). So, since I am bored I have decided that I need to comment on the fact that yet another Sutherland has joined the actor gang. It’s Kiefer’s little bro, Angus. Like anybody needed another Sutherland…I get confused already when I think about them. But, on the bright side at least it wasn’t a Baldwin.

Britney Spears has finally gone officially insane. I’d write the story or comment on it but I don’t care about her and the fact doesn’t surprise me at all. But I was watching reruns of The Tonight Show from 3 or 4 years ago and she was on and she said that the ideal age for her to get married would be 25, to which Jay Leno replied with “so in 3 years we have every chance of seeing you married, with 2 kids and living in a trailer”. Or something of sorts. But the man can read the future! She’s gonna be in a mental hospital or at least under pshych evaluation for the next 30 days.[sarcasm] I wonder what the conclusions will be[/sarcasm].

And as an ending I decided to share with you two of my favourite quotes from Gilmore Girls:

*they’re in a pub and it’s folk night
Folk singer[singing]: Met her on the mountain -
Finn: Met her.
Colin: Cool, the girl on girl thing.
Folk singer [singing]: Where I took her life -
Colin: It's a snuff film.
Finn: A lesbian snuff film.
Folk singer [singing]: Met her on the mountain -
Colin [disappointed]: A redundant lesbian snuff film.
Folk singer [singing]: Stabbed her with a knife.
Colin: How INXS missed her, I don't know.

*a guy picks on them for picking on the folk singer
Colin: Boyfriend.
Finn: Brother.
Colin: Or both, he could be Southern.

I love Colin and Finn.

If you want to watch the whole scene here's the youtube video(Gah, I hate Logan-just needed to say that)

My computer is a spoiled brat(and university news)!

I swear that the damned thing will drive me crazy someday. It really will. And whoever said that machines don’t think or don’t have personalities is an idiot. Story: Wednesday night I was home with a couple of friends and I turn off my computer to plug the DVD-ROM in(because for some reason my DVD-ROM doesn’t read CDs anymore and for another reason they don’t work at the same time, even though up until 2 months ago they did). Ok, so I unplug the computer, connect the DVD-ROM and then I turn on the computer again. And crickets. After 10 seconds it starts making this beeping sound(kind of like how bombs do in movies or other things that will self-destruct soon).Unplug it again(the on button doesn’t do off). Beeeeeeeeeeep again. Beeeeep-beeeeep-beeeeep. Unplug it again. I wait for it to cool off, even though I had just turned it on less the 4 hour prior. Turn it on again and the beeping starts again. After repeating this procedure a couple more times I give up and go on to making college lists( I’ll get to that in a few minutes). Yesterday night I come home, turn it on again and the beeping starts again. By now I was making all kinds of scenarios in my head about losing my love. After a few more beeping tries and plugging and unplugging various cables, ‘cause maybe that will work, I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown so I watch some TV to calm down and then start again. The fucking beeping again. At this point I had no clue what to do so, since I’m weird and totally obsessed with my computer, I start to clean it. I don’t know why…it’s just something I do if I can’t actually be online. So I finish cleaning it and then plug it in. And the damned thing starts! Apparently the baby just wanted to be cleaned(keep in mind that it didn’t need cleaning- I do it every few months to make sure it doesn’t get to dusty). I have no clue what happened…but I’m glad it’s working now.

And now on to my university news. I made the final lists on which unis I wanted to apply to, after a very careful consideration. We had a very rigorous selection criteria( can anyone smell trouble from that sentence alone?) which were: place on the Guardian’s university list, student satisfaction according to a list I found on BBC.com, size of the university itself, number of students compared to the number of staff members(if there’s one thing I learned from Gilmore is that you should never ignore that…the more staff members the cleaner the uni), size of city,---everything sounds so serious and well thought out so far but don-t worry it will change soon--- proximity to Sheffield(the city were the World Snooker Championship takes place), prettiness of both the city and the uni, nightlife and another category were we added and subtracted points based on absolutely no criteria( again, I shall explain this category later). Everything was well round up(if anybody thinks that you can trust my math skills) and the final 5 were chosen out of the 10 we started with(understandably I chose only uni that offer a forensic science course). Now before I announce the winners I must explain the last category(the list was compiled with the help of some wine). We added points for…weird reasons. Each city got 10 points if a snooker player lived there. The one in Scotland lost points because…well, it’s in Scotland. It also lost points because the cover of the prospectus was a very bright pink but it one 10 points for it’s name(Dundee…imagine just how many Crocodile Dundee jokes I could have made). Another town won 10 points for the funniest coat of arms(it was a sheep holding a cross…guess who came to mind). Google Preston coat of arms and you’ll understand why it’s the funniest thing ever(it’s the third one on the first page, first row-or look up Preston on wiki). But Preston also won some points for the fact that 2 years ago the snooker Grand Prix was held there. You get the point…if I wanted to add or subtract points for any real or imaginary quality or fault that was the place to do it. In the end the winners were(from the 5th place to the 1st): UWE Bristol, Nottingham Trent, Bradford, Kent(which won points for the fact that it has the same name as the cigarettes) and…drum roll please…Leicester. Now I’m hoping I’ll get into Leicester(as it was my first choice, even without the list) but I’ll be happy if I get into even one of those. Wish me luck and I’ll keep you posted.

And to end this I just had to post the amazing comment of the vice-mayor of Bucharest, when asked about the fact that the whole town is covered in snow: "The snow problem will be solved when it gets warmer". Gee, thanks.