Ramblings

Parrot

2010-08-10T20:46:00.001+03:00

Went to the park a while back. I took way more pictures that I shall remember to post soon-ish, but I figured this one deserved its own post, since it's now one of my favourite pictures that I ever took.

Also, cross fingers for me, I'm still waiting to hear back about a job in a sex shop, that should give me some writing fodder.

Maaaaacrooooo

2010-07-30T21:05:00.000+03:00

I did mention I'm in love with the macro setting on my camera, right?

Like really, really in love.

Look how pretty:

Moved

2010-07-20T20:35:00.001+03:00

So...I moved a few weeks ago. I could fill pages with how the cretins that run our former letting agency tried to screw us over(one story: to take the garbage out, we had to walk to the other side of the building, go down to the garage, then use a keypad to get out again. The jackasses changed the lock and didn't give us the new code, which would have led to me being locked in there if I hadn't had my phone on me by a fluke). No, I'm not bitter, why?

Bottom lime is: we've moved, our new agency is brilliant so far(love, guys, love) and our new flat, while smaller, is still very, very awesome.

And the entire point of this post is for me to complain about how the heck can people acquire as much stuff as we did? This is for 3 people, keep that in mind.

It also does not include kitchen stuff, furniture, duvets, electronics. That was the pile of clothes/books/shoes/random small crap.

Some of the kitchen crap:

I know, it doesn't look that bad. However, it took us about...8 hours to be sort of but not fully done moving everything. Which led to me pushing our hoover down the street a few days after because there was no way I was paying a fiver for a 10 minute walk.

However, at the end of the day, the view may just make everything worth it:

Coffee

2010-07-19T01:36:00.001+03:00

While out with the Haribo Husband^TM yesterday, we stopped for coffee. And since I am in love with the macro setting on my phone, here's the result.

I may even learn how to use aforementioned setting one day.

And in the funny section, which you've already read if you're following me on Twitter, there was the blonde young lady looking at her significant other with a bored look on her face while whining.

"Why do you need the new Xbox? You already have one!"

I valiantly resisted the urge to go all feminist rage on her.

I also saw the greatest sign, of which I didn't take a picture because it was in front of a charity shop and I was lazy. But they were asking for clothe's donations.

*facepalm*

Book nerd

2010-06-18T02:00:00.000+03:00

You know when you realize you have problems?

When, after you've just managed to pack all your books for yet another move in one(almost construable as tiny, may I say-albeit, stuffed to previously unknown levels) bag and you show said bag to a flatmate, she lovingly looks at you and asks if that's all.

Because then you have to admit that, you know there are the books that are in the other bag and the three you have in the backpack, just in case there's a lull in your moving process and oh, yeah, the ones that you're leaving for the bag that you still haven't packed and where the heck did all these books come from in less than two years, because you swear you only brought 3 with you when you moved here.

Oh, well, one's a library book.

Snooker

2010-04-20T17:51:00.000+03:00

Went to Sheffield last night for the World Snooker Championship. Had a fabulous time, Sheffield is very pretty, had a chance to test out the camera of the new phone(not very pleased with the pictures, but I haven't spent a lot of time tweaking with the setting yet).

Oh, and saw Steve Davis play. Did I mention I love Steve Davis? He's awesome. This is the 30th year he's played in the World Championship and it was incredible watching him play. Game was good, almost saw a century break from Mark King(missed a black when he was at 94 points), also got to see Mark Williams and Marcus Campbell who were playing the other table and Ken Doherty who was there to give an interview, from what I could tell.

In one word though? Fabulous.

Pictures next(clicks make 'em bigger. Please note the awesome 8MP resolution on the camera, mkay?):

Random from around town:

Stage entrance. No, I did not stalk it. Yes, I wanted to.

Cue Zone. Nothing going on when we were there, sadly.

The actual entrance to the Crucible!

The trophies for the 5 main championships in a season.

Awesome seats, right?

The ceiling was awesome.

And a goodnight to all.

Goodbye

2010-04-07T08:45:00.000+03:00

This time, the bartender won't be coming to open the door while we stupidly wait outside because it's too early and we don't want to be home.

Goodbye, old friend. I'll miss you.

*I realize that this post won't mean anything to anyone who reads this, with maybe one exception. But to many of us, it's the end of an era.

Why we do not assume

2010-04-01T22:01:00.004+03:00

Or how I got called the slightly less polite version of a hussy.

I was on a plane flying back to Romania a few days back. Now, this was a connecting flight from Birmingham to Amsterdam(off topic but Amsterdam Schiphol Airport? Awesome! They have a freaking museum there). I was sat in my usual window seat when this older couple sits next to me. Now for the record, I was wearing short shorts. However, I had black tights and I’m not exactly one known to wear skimpy outfits anyway. But yes, they sit next to me.

And for the entire 55 minute flight, the woman commented on the length of my shorts and how I was obviously only wearing them to attract attention. And I was a hussy, streetwalker and a few other names because of the length of my shorts. 55 minutes of that. Now I was seriously tempted to offer her a book, since clearly she was very bored if she had nothing better to talk about. Never mind that I was freaking comfortable and I had a stained hoodie on(what can I say, coffee is not my greatest friend). No. I was trying to pick up men and make them look at me and stuff. It was awesome.

Oh, did I mention this entire monologue mostly(since her husband would just nod) was in Romanian? Which she assumed I don’t speak, since she talked to me in English when I helped her with her bag and the overhead bin?

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we do not assume. This and because at the end of the flight, the person you’ve been bitching about might just turn around and thank you politely in Romanian when you help her with her bag(unintentionally, I swear, but oh, so satisfying. The Romanian bit was unintentional, not the thanking them). Kodak moment, party of 3.

Part 2 of best day ever :)

2010-02-24T20:57:00.000+02:00

I promised a few days ago a post with all the lovely vintage-y ads and signs from the afternoon spent on the steam train.

Windows.

Don't forget to label your luggage.

Be sure to go by train.

It will ease the strain.

Don't forget to visit London in coronation year!

And have your cup of Lyon's tea.

Best day ever :)

2010-02-18T02:10:00.000+02:00

This weekend, I went on a steam train ride from Loughborough to Leicester. It was possibly the greatest thing ever. Had lunch, wine, coffee, chocolate. Did I mention it was awesome? Made that point clear enough? Because it was. And pictures! (There will be another post tomorrow with just the signs and vintage ads).

The platform, train, people.

The table.

First class.

The windows were a mess.

But the lake was beautiful. (This was the view while we were having lunch.)

Water tower.

Various tools.

Made me think of Hemingway.

The ceiling of the station.

My favourite picture of the day, taken in the waiting room.

Signs

2010-02-01T20:17:00.000+02:00

How I feel today:

And just because I saw this on my way home from uni today and I like the picture:

Picture day

2010-01-20T16:55:00.000+02:00

Exams are finally done.

I'm exhausted.

I'm double billing the pictures today because I missed last week of posting.

I may have missed last week of life.

What's a life?

I love Leicester's randomness.

It's been bleak and winter-y here for the past few weeks/months.

This picture makes me happy.

Snow

2010-01-06T06:14:00.002+02:00

I'm not a brilliant photographer. Hell, I'm not a brilliant writer either, but that doesn't stop me from doing it. So I'm going to post at least a picture a week, because if nothing else at least I'll have an excuse to take more pictures.

This isn't my favourite picture in the world, just proof that it does snow in England. Again. I seem to be obsessed with upping the contrast/colour saturation lately.

Nuttier with extra nuts

2010-01-05T10:35:00.000+02:00

I am alive. Just busy. And honestly, I needed a break from blogging, not that I do it that often. But let’s try to do a retrospective of my last few months and resurrect this baby, with a new face and a new and improved me. Well, no, same old me. But slightly less balanced. Maybe I should take up yoga, I hear they teach you balance.

So in the past three months or so I have:

Joined the theatre society which, while a great idea, means I have far less free time right now to do anything. I’ll write about this later in the week, just to brag about my play being in the Leicester Comedy Festival. It’s less impressive than it sounds, but still pretty cool.
Gone back to writing on a regular basis. This isn’t totally new, since I re-started my fanfic in April (maybe? Around that, anyway), but I have a new one as well. I update both of them at least once a week. Which is a good idea, until you realize that my chapters tend to be at least 2500 words each.
Done NaNoWriMo. Yes, again. Despite my chronic lack of time, I gave up sleep for a month to do NaNo again this year. And win. Third year in a row. Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy or if I just enjoy not having a life.
Gone to school. I’m on the staff student council, student rep(which isn’t adding much to my already too tight schedule, but even not much means too much sometimes), I have to study, I’m trying to pass exams. Yes, it’s exam time again. Don’t remind me.
Started to walk 2.5 miles daily. I don’t know why I felt the need to throw that in there, but I just had to, okay? It’s the only time I have to think and not stress about things(most of the time. Sometimes I’m trying to learn lines furiously).

That’s about it, mostly. The big things anyway.

But it’s good to be back.

It's time...

2009-09-26T00:05:00.001+03:00

…to celebrate. Maybe. Today, it’s the one year anniversary of my move here. And I’m very wow over this whole thing, because a big part of me still can’t believe I live in England. And now my calendar is telling me that I have been actually living here for a year and I’m just…wow. Where has time gone?

I hate looking back on things. I don’t do the whole retrospective, look back on my life. Not on birthdays, or New Years or anything. Time passes, I accept it and kind of ignore it. But this occasion kind of feels like I should look back. Because a year ago, I was in a tiny hall room, trying to adjust to the whole ‘people are actually using English around me, goodness, how am I ever going to make it here?’. And then the friends came and the occasional drinking nights and school and…I’m happy.

Yes, life isn’t perfect and there are fights and unpleasantness and classes that make me want to bang my head against a wall from time to time but on the grand scheme of things(and boy, I hate this expression and might have to wash my brain with soap for using it) life is good. And I’m happy. Because life is never perfect but for now, it’s pretty damn good.

In the last year, I’ve added two more houses to my list of places I’ve lived in and, while this may be kind of sad, I finally feel at home somewhere. A crazy home, but still home. I’ve added two more countries on my list of places I’ve visited. I’ve bought the first plates that are just mine and the first sheets that are just mine and a lot of other things that are just mine. Managed to not make the building explode in any labs(and let’s keep our fingers crossed that I keep that up this year). Gotten one year closer to a career in forensic science. Written more stories, one more novel, a gazillion fanfictions. Still no British accent but I do say chips and loo and crisps. Cut a few people out of my life. Discovered that I can take decent pictures from time to time and planning to explore this further.

Wish me luck as year 2 starts and hopefully things will continue being good. I’m crossing my fingers.

More Leicester pics

2009-08-31T09:32:00.001+03:00

Because my life is totally unexciting and I have nothing to blog about(and I mean NOTHING. At all. Really, I haven't even been watching anything worth while, other than Inglourious Basterds. That was delightfully entertaining.) I am going to post more Leicester pics. So gather 'round children and you know the drill: clicks make pictures bigger. Magic, isn't it?

Just some very special clock at my uni. I swear I've read the plaque next to it about 1.369 thousand times, and yet I forget what it says every time. So I have no idea, but it's pretty.

While my best friend was here, we went out for sushi. Much to my surprise, I found out that not all people adore sushi. Seriously, I want to marry sushi, that's how much I love it. Mmmm...sushi.

A wall. The Jewry Wall to be more precise. Roman baths used to be there.

Random street(now including random people! 2 for the price of 1, people!)

Close up of the wall you can see at the end of the street in the above picture. I have no doubt it's a very famous wall. However, I have no idea how old it is or what it used to be.

One of the many, many churches we have in Leicester. Seriously, I had no idea we had that many churches. I'm going to go take some pictures of the really old gravestones in front of the Cathedral one day.

Bridge. Well, part of bridge.

Under the bridge.

What is more British than this? Really, I ask? (No, we're not counting the Queen.)

And just the sign on my building. Hehe. May or may not reflect the drink of choice around here.

Botanical gardens visit

2009-08-15T19:12:00.005+03:00

Since best friend is visiting, we went to the botanical gardens today. She got to look at the trees, I got to see the sculpture exhibit. Nature does not interest me that much. And because I have nothing better to do, here are pictures. I don't know the names of most of the sculptures because my phone was acting up and I couldn't take pictures of the name plates.

I liked this sculpture.

And this one.

Next to the water gardens.

Flower in the cacti section.

One of my favourite sculptures in the park, called Fifth Horsman(Deborah van der Bek).

Close-up of the head.

Pretty.

Cactus.

Falling Man 9/11 - John Sidney Carter FRBS. Absolutely loved it.

Also pretty.

My third favourite of all of them. I think.

Ray II - Irene Rogan.

The water garden.

I was completely obsessed with these people. And I thought this picture looked better in sepia.

And another picture of them. I have a bout a gazillion, but this is my favourite.

Cupcakes

2009-08-14T05:39:00.000+03:00

It’s 3AM and I want to bake. Now don’t ask me where this insane urge for me to bake cupcakes came from. I am not exactly Donna Reed and baking has never been one of my major passions. But I want to bake, dang it, and if it wasn’t 3 AM and I had any eggs in the house I would be baking. I also want to cook but it almost feels useless making a huge giant feast only for myself and my best friend is very ‘meh, I don’t care’(she’s visiting, by the way) and all my flatmates are temporarily gone.

So here is my problem: I want to bake/cook but it’s 3 AM and it would be insane to cook. But guys, I am dying to bake something. Is that normal? Is that the first sign that I am going insane? Am I just turning suddenly overly domestic? Cause the last one is rather scary. I think this is just a normal continuation of this uber-creative mood I’ve been in lately(I’m working on 2 fanfics, a short story that has every chance of turning into a novel and have started throwing around ideas for NaNo this year). That is obviously besides real life. And I’m trying to kick Pedro(flatmate, Canadian, I swear I’ll make a post about the flatmates soon. I live in a constant sitcom)into motion because he wants to start a thing for his department at uni and I’m supposed to help and I would love to help but he’s being lazy. So I obviously have enough projects.

But I still want to bake. So since there’s been some interest expressed in a sponge cake as well as a baked Alaska, I thought I might combine the two on Saturday and greet Pedro with cake when he comes back. Yes, my life is hard to explain sometimes(trust me, my flat feels like a train station lately). Who knows, maybe I’m pregnant and nesting. (No, I am not actually pregnant. However, the thought of people who know me and my lack of maternal instinct in real life chocking at the thought of me pregnant was too funny to resist. Ok, now I’m creeping myself out slightly so I’ll just stop thinking about it).

In other news I am completely obsessed with the song in this commercial and I have updated the blog roll to reflect some changes. I am actually try to write something on one of the subjects soon, I promise. Ok, maybe not promise, promise ‘cause we all know that never ends well. But I’ll try.

And really, if you want me to cook and bake anything for you, give me a call. I even wash dishes when I’m done.

Growing up, growing old

2009-06-20T19:36:00.003+03:00

I am now officially a grown up. I own a quarter of a fridge.

Let’s back up a bit here. Exams are done so now the only thing I can do is chew on my nails while waiting for results. And do a whole lot of adult stuff. As in sign a contract for my new flat. Because, as the first year of uni is done(How? When? Really?) I’ve got to move out of halls and into a flat. A really awesome flat(really, really awesome. Skylights, guys!). Which lead to my realization that I am a grown up. So far in the last three days I’ve signed the contract, bought a fridge with my flatmates(hence why I own a quarter of it) and proven more commitment than ever before in my life by opening a joint account.

And you know what? It was exciting. Which made it even sadder. Because I really don’t want to be excited about buying a fridge or getting a really great deal on a hoover(£50 off). However, there we were, all 4 of us, scanning through pages and pages of appliances, comparing and analyzing cost and quality instead of just flipping a coin and picking the cheapest one available.

Of course, maybe we’re not completely mature. Meet Duckie, or coffee maker.

As soon as we move, I'll take a picture of Vinnie, our knife block. It's going to be a fun year.

Things that annoy me right now

2009-05-27T19:52:00.001+03:00

Because I’ve barely written anything here this month, I’ve decided to put down another list of things I hate(first one is here, if you’re interested, although that's about people I hated at that point). In no particular order:

Just for now annoyances:

Exams. Self-explanatory, isn’t it? My stupid department put 5 in 7 days, instead of spreading them out like the normal people. They had 3 weeks…would it have been that hard not to stick them all together?
People that are already done with exams. I get you’re happy, but some of us still have to study so could you please keep it down before I get the sub-warden on speed-dial?
Insomnia. I am running on 40 minutes of sleep right now. Don’t get me wrong, a few extra hours of studying are helpful but right now I can’t focus on anything. And still can’t sleep.
And yet another one about myself, my brain. You see, my brain is reacting badly to the sudden input of science by going into ultra-creative mode. As in ‘Dude, remember that story that you started writing 3 years ago? I have this great idea and here it is and now go write it! Write it, write it, write it!’. Brain, could you please wait one more week and focus on chemistry and law? I promise we’re going to spend a lot of time writing this summer, just give me one more week(wanna bet that I’ll be completely incapable of writing one word all summer?). (Also, yes, I realize I am personifying my brain. Give me a break, I’m tired.).

General annoyances:

People that badly misspell a word on a forum and then post (sp?) or (spelling?) after it. You know it’s wrong. Spell check is telling you it’s wrong. Why can’t you take 20 seconds and try to spell it correctly? For the love of my sanity, it only takes 20 seconds. Google is your friend.
Connected to that one, people that don’t capitalize. Proper format will make it so much easier to read for the rest of us, I swear. How about you put in some effort and I don’t completely skip your posts, ok?
The lack of Bruckner books in English. The man is an absolute genius. Why can’t you translate more of his books? I don’t feel like dragging all the ones I have in Romanian and I can’t lent those out to friends and get them hooked as well.
When people don’t update the blogs I love for weeks at a time. I know I am guilty of that but I don’t think that there’s anyone crying in their pillow at night because I haven’t updated. However you writers of the blogs I like, update more often. Entertain me.
The amount of celebrity gossip websites with pictures of Chris Pine walking. Um, seriously?
British spring weather. Argh, for the love of all things, make up your damned mind. I go to uni, it’s sunny. Walk out of my exam, it’s raining. It’s a vicious circle or rain/sun/rain/sun and so on. From now on, weather must stay as it is for at least 4 hours. Reasonable, I think.

Ok, I can’t think of anything else but I’d love to hear some of yours. So…what is annoying you right now?

Things I wish someone would have told me before getting a tattoo

2009-05-17T20:43:00.001+03:00

Kind of like with oddly coloured hair, there are things they never tell you about tattoos(just in case you’re wondering, the thing people should tell you before you dye your hair any colour not usually found in nature is that kids will point, you’ll get a lot of compliments-seriously, every time I’m out in public I get at least 2 people telling me how lovely my hair/hair colour is- and that if you see another person with the same colour hair as you, you’ll exchange a knowing smile, like you’re part of the same secret club house). My list of things I wish someone would have told me about first tattoos is:

The second you’re down from the tattoo high, you’ll start planning the next one(if you’re lucky. If you’re not, you’ll start saving for laser removal surgery). I think it took me two hours before I started thinking about my next one.
You’ll become best friends with your tube of antiseptic/nappy rash cream.
There is no way you’re going to pass in front of a mirror without stopping to admire it.
You will start noticing other people’s tattoos way more. I loved to see ink on people before but since I got mine, I see it more. It just pops out.
You’ll have to answer the “Does it hurt?” question about a billion and one times.
Comparing ink and stories will become a regular past time between you and your friends who are just as passionate.
Tattoo blogs do exist and you may end up spending hours browsing them.
Remember point one? Let me say it again. You will start planning the next one. They’re bloody damn addictive.
Clothes will be separated in two piles: those that show the tat and does that don’t.
They itch. When they’re healing...they itch. Possibly at the most inappropriate times, like your organic chem revision lecture. Did I mention you can’t scratch them? Argh, the itching.
They’re amazing.
People will ask “Why did you get that/What does it mean?” a lot.

Yes, I am still very much in love with my tattoo. I’m thinking my hip might be next. Or lower back. Or both.

Heroes finale(spoilers and many of them)

2009-04-30T01:54:00.001+03:00

I just watched this and I am utterly confused about how I feel. On one hand, I am very happy that they weren’t extremely predictable but dude…they killed Nathan. Nathan! And it has to be the single most retarded plot line ever on Heroes.

I get that Sylar becoming Nathan is going to be this big thing next season but why? Really? Are they that out of good ideas? And am I the only one who thought it was utterly retarded that they didn’t just inject Nathan with Claire’s blood, like they did with Noah in season 2? Or Nathan in season 2 for that matter(although he wasn’t dead so I don’t think it counts). Or just leave him dead for the love of all things. I love Adrian Pasdar but deaths are waaaay more dramatic if they stick(and keep in mind that Nathan was one of my favourite characters on the show). And just how many seasons can they finish with killing or almost killing poor Nathan? I’m groaning in agony already, if season 4 ends the same way I’ll turn into the Incredible Hulk, fly over to LA and rip someone in two. Chemistry student by day, Jessica by night. Hey, at least I’m not a stripper. Did they send Peter and Claire our of the room(quickie in the bathroom?) so that Peter, who seemed not to be hugging his beloved Idiot Ball too tightly(he almost not in possession the whole episode. Please don’t pick it up again. It’s Angela’s turn apparently. And Noah’s. Although, with the amount of Idiot Balls flying on that tv show, Peter could have his back really fast. Probably will. But I will hope until next season), wouldn’t point out the sheer stupidity of the plan? God, even Idiot Ball Peter could see how this was retarded. After an impossible amount of whining and crying over Nathan’s death, obviously. It’s the only thing he’s good at.*

I think it’s a safe bet to say I’m no longer confused, just angry(and managed to break my space bar in the process. All fixed now.).

So this makes it two season in a row ending with a completely retarded solution instead of going for the obvious one(why didn’t Peter just take Adam and walk through the safe door with him? I mean other then ‘because otherwise the others couldn’t have found them and the virus would have been released’. I want a good reason that isn’t just so the writers would have an escape).

It’s weird that the whole Sylar and Claire thing didn’t even make me as angry as it could have. I get it. And Matt should stop painting the future. Unless something changes in season 4/Volume 5, Washington didn’t explode(how perfect an ending would it have been if Sylar had gone ‘splodey and Peter would have flown him out of there? I have a lot of arguments as to why this would have been a better ending. Season 1 reference, makes more sense than this piece of shit, the canon rules-which they’ve completely ignored so far-say paintings come true-although that was Isaac not Matt so I’ll give them a pass on this one. I should start writing for Heroes. I could do way better. Give me a call, guys. You need my help.), therefore making yet another Parkman original a huge waste of paint.

That being said, and believe me, I could go on, I will still watch Volume 5. Because I did like Tracy coming back, I’m hoping beyond hope that Peter found his brain, a new company will be fun, I wanna see if Danko will work on it(no spoilers as to whether or not Zeljko is coming back-I usually wait until August for my curiosity to get the better of me although I am disappointed enough not to care right now) and am really, really curious if they can salvage anything out of this stupidity. Until then, I might write my own finale fanfic, complete with exploding man.

*Note: I am just picking on Peter out of habit. He really didn’t annoy me this episode and if he thought of turning into the president by himself, then I am impressed. Step away from the ball!

Inked!

2009-04-28T20:06:00.003+03:00

As those of you that know me in real life know(and I’m sure I’ve mentioned it here at least once), I’ve been talking about getting a tattoo pretty much forever. Ok, maybe not forever, but for at least the last couple of years. So today I did it. It wasn’t really planned. It was mostly of an ‘I woke up and decided that it was as good a day as any’. Printed off the picture because I can’t draw worth a damn(not even a straight line and my old math teacher can attest to the fact that my circles closely resemble squares or aliens-just not circles), took the bus into city center, walked in the tattoo shop and presented the guy at the front desk with the picture. Really nice guy looked at it, gave me a price(way less then I was expecting. As in almost half what I was prepared to pay) and told me the tattoo guy was free at 4PM. I said ‘Ok’ and presented myself at 4PM. The guy that did my tat was awesome, we talked about graphic novels(yes, he is obsessed too), Watchmen, just how excited we were about Wolverine coming out this week, Heroes(the second time today I had a random conversation about Heroes-the first one was with the guy at WH Smith, where I bought the Heroes magazine), Star Trek, my hatred of CSI and his of Miami Ink and pretty much geeked it out. He’s awesome. For those of you thinking of getting one, it really doesn’t hurt(and if you're in Leicester, go to Abody. Great people and incredible work-I got to see one of the guys do a sleeve on someone else while I was waiting-amazing). It’s mostly uncomfortable for the first couple of minutes, then you get used to it. It did sting a little when he was working over my shoulder blade but that’s it(it’s kind of like a cat’s scratching you-not very pleasant but I wouldn’t call it painful either).

Now for the mandatory pictures(I'll be posting more, detailing the healing process over the next few days. Oh, and sorry about the quality, it's rather hard to rake a picture of your own back):

Also note the pink highlights in this picture.

And a close-up:

Heroes, you’ve let me down-open letter to the writers of the show

2009-04-22T15:22:00.004+03:00

Dear lovely humans,

Looking back on Volume 4, I realized something that pissed me off so much that has to be addressed. Your show is about superheroes. It has so many references to other heroes that my inner nerd is dying of joy. For Pete’s sake, it even has its own comic book.

So could you please not stereotype comic nerds again? When was the last time you walked into a comic book shop? Comics and graphic novels are cool again and they’re not just for pimply teenagers anymore. Why must you perpetuate that myth then? I am not a teenager. I am not pimply. I don’t wear glasses. I don’t masturbate to tentacle-rape porn. I am not a guy. I don’t live in my mother’s basement. And while I’ll admit to being more a graphic novels chick then comic books, you can still find me regularly in the comic books shops around my city. I’m not an expert, nor do I have an impressive collection. Trying to gather one, but times are tough and money is better spent on silly things like food and clothes. However, most of the people I see in the shops are not loser nerds either. Sure, there are some. But most of us don't climax at the thought of touching Summer Glau.

You go to comic-cons, don’t you? Does it seem to you that everyone there looks the same? Times are changing.

Another point: was it really necessary to have every boy in the comic shop drool over Claire? I can assure you most of us have seen women in real life before(I've yet to be poked with a stick by a confused guy asking 'Is she real? You mean women exist outside of the internet?'). We’re there because of a passion. We have good lives that happen to involve(and maybe sometimes revolve around) comic books and graphic novels.

What I am trying to say is that, while there are people that fit the stereotype, the majority doesn’t so please try to keep that in mind, for future reference.

Love,

A graphic novel loving girl(really, I have boobs and everything).

PS: I can prove I am not male. Fly me over and see for yourselves ;)

Unrelated PS: My copy of REST should arrive next week. Hoping it will be good.

Belgium pics.

2009-04-19T14:41:00.003+03:00

As promised, pictures from Belgium. I'm just going to link to the Facebook album, because I am too lazy to repost them right now.(That's a preview, to make you click on the link).

Here they are.

And, as promised some time ago, you can find more pictures from Scotland here.

Heroes post

2009-04-16T07:38:00.002+03:00

Ah, Heroes. Long time, no mention. In the spirit of boredom I am here to talk about the latest episode and spoilers for the last one. If you’re not interested in spoilers for 1961, go read a book. I’ll post another warning when I get to the last bit.

First off, I loved 1961. Yes, it was cheesy. But, dude, things make sense. And yet another throwback to season 1. Of course, it was pretty much a given that I was going to love this episode seeing as I have a rather undying passion for Angela. She rocks. I’m half tempted to try my hand at Heroes fanfic just so I could write her. Also, Nathan and Peter. Dirty. They look good in dirt. Nathan, Peter and Angela. God, if it wasn’t for the twat they’d be the perfect family in the history of television. Before I get to the more in details dissection of the episode I need to complain a bit, though. About the cheerleader, obviously. It’s been pretty much agreed all over the internet that she needs to go. She is possibly the most useless character they have on the show right now(I’d say ever but I think that honor should go to Maya. Although she kind of makes sense, if you’ve seen the alternate ending for volume 2). But I digress. Is she just there to annoy the living daylights out of everyone with her bad wigs and even worse acting skills? No, I am not saying this because I am bitter over her and Milo(and I still can’t see them together on screen without going “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!” in my head). Please kill the cheerleader. Pretty please. With fucking sugar on top. She hasn’t done one thing that was remotely intelligent over the series and, while the whole “I’m gonna be badass” thing was entertaining for 5 seconds, you made that stop really fast. So make her go away. Tim Kring, I beg you! Anyone!

No? Fine, then.

Unrelated, but Bug! Dude, it was Bug! Bug! For those of you that haven’t spent their lives watching TV, I’m talking about Ravi Kapoor, who played Bug in Crossing Jordan, another Tim Kring show(and a good one, might I add. Powers of the universe, if you’re not going to get rid of the cheerleader, could you at least release the other seasons of Crossing Jordan on DVD? I’ll be first in line at the store, I promise).

Now, on to 1961 talk.

Was anyone else as amused as I was by Nathan going “I’ll get him!” when Peter flew away? I was so imagining him chasing Peter in the sky, while screaming “Come back here!” “No!” “Don’t make me fly faster, Pete!”. Ah, brothers. And what was the thing with the tickets? Nathan, you’re a jerk. Yes, not news. How fucking annoying was the whole “We have to forgive each other” bit? Dude, you started this with your fucking stubbornness. At least admit it. It got out of hand my ass. Stop blaming it on Danko or whomever else. You fucking started it. How about apologizing? Selfish prick. I still love you, baby, but pick a damn side. Can you be either good or bad for more than 5 minutes? And accept that you have no bloody clue what you’re doing. Am I the only one who is convinced that when(I think it’s pretty much a given at this point) a new company is formed, Nathan’s gonna wanna be boss. And Peter, being the retard that he is, will probably let him. Have a backbone. Don’t let him in charge of anything!

Looking at the whole series, I love how 1961 ties in with everything. This is a show that started with the Company as the bad guy, only to evolve to the point where it was destroyed and having Sylar as the main evil(long before the Company was destroyed, but rather unimportant to my point) and now it got to the understanding of why the Company was necessary in the first place. Ah, nothing to love like when it takes almost 3 years for a tv show to make sense.

But…I’ll admit it. I kind of hate it that it’s no longer confusing. Part of the charm of Heroes is that we spent the week between episodes trying to figure things out. I know I used to go on a forum after every episode of volume 2 and discuss it. Now it’s getting to easy(I’m not saying it’s not entirely uncomplicated but it’s too easy for the usual Heroes episode).

Unanswered question: how did Sylar turn into Nathan? Didn’t his shapeshifting only work if he touched someone? We see him having to touch Sandra last episode, please don’t tell me the power evolved so fast(what’s the timeline…2,3 days maybe?).Also, while I'm talking about my unanswered questions, will they ever mention Caitlin again? Really for someone so sesitive and whatnot, Peter gets over women fast! Please bring her back...? I'd love to see that(if only for character development).

Now onto spoilers for the season finale. If you are not interested, go somewhere else now!

I’m not going to go over the whole Sylar wants to be president thing. It’s not that important. Because I do think I pretty much read the only thing that could make me stop watching Heroes. Ok, maybe not stop but at least…throw up.

"Sylar corners Claire and springs a proposal on her," creator and executive producer Tim Kring tells TV Guide. "He has this theory that she will come to love him because he can never die and she can never die--and thus, they're destined to be together."

I am badly hoping that by proposal they mean something else then marriage because if they do…I’m done. What the fuck is so special about that little bitch that every man on the show must fawn over her? And notice that they don’t say that he will get to love her as well. Again, I’m hoping that it’s because he can’t love, not ‘cause he’s already feeling something for her.

Because let me say it again. If that happens, I am done!

But really now? Sylar and the cheerleader? I don’t think there’s ever been a more retarded couple on this show. Where they even thinking when this lovely idea sprung into their heads? Where they high on something? Destined to be together? This is Sylar we’re talking about. He is supposed to be evil, not trying to get into some bimbo’s pants. There hasn’t been an ending this bad since the ending of Hannibal(the book, I don’t remember if the movie ends the same way). Guys, he actually liked Elle and he ended killing her. You really think pairing those two up is a good idea? The fans have taken a lot of crap from you so far, but this is beyond ridiculous.

Why do I have a feeling I’m going to have to accept 1961 as the ending and just ignore the rest of the series? I’m good at that. Isn’t it just too damn bad they never made any sequels to Matrix?

(In case you didn't get the xkcd reference, here's the comic. And start readin xkcd now!)

Things I never thought I’d say

2009-04-15T04:47:00.000+03:00

Lindsay Lohan is funny? Dude…what the? Yes, I realize that every blogger on Earth is talking about the same thing but if you haven’t seen her spoof for Funny or Die, here it is.

She wins so many points for the last line. This doesn’t mean I will talk about or see any of her movies(“I know who killed me” was more than enough. Holy crayons, could it have been any worse?) but she gets my admiration.
*Yes, yet another pointless blog entry. It’s 5AM, I’m bored and I think I have a mouse in my room.

Scotland in pictures!

2009-04-09T16:03:00.005+03:00

Nothing much to say, seeing how everyone in the world knows by now that I went to Scotland. I had a lovely time and I am here to share pictures. We stayed in West Kilbride, a tiny village on the west coast and went to Largs, Edinburgh, X-Scape(a giant arcade/indoor skiing thing in Glasgow), Loch Lomond(like Loch Ness, only without Ness) and boating on the Firth of Clyde. Now enough talk and let's look at pictures! (In no particular order because I had to use the blogger uploader, seeing how photobucket hates everyone lately).

Replica of the Crown of Scotland(the real crown was in the next room but we weren't allowed to take pictures)

This is where the Crown Jewels are held:

Edingurgh from the castle:

Possibly the most polite sign ever(in a restaurant on the banks of Loch Lomond):

Loch Lomond. Foggy.

Loch Lomond. Sunny.

A castle on the hill next to Loch Lomond. A suitable vacation house for when I become Queen of the World.

The hills next to the house we were staying in(and further proof that there is indeed sun in Scotland)

Hills and the Firth of Clyde(we went the other way in the boat).

Same as above.

And again.

Firth of Clyde, in all it's sunny glory. The silhuette in the back is the Sleeping Giant. Sadly, because of the sun, you can't really see it.

The island is for sale. I think it would make a suitable place for my castle. Donations would be kindly accepted. I'm just £2.5 million short. My PayPal account is.....

Random island in the sun.

Same as above.

Take a wild guess.

(The second I manage to solve my Facebook problems-technology hates me today- I'm posting a link to more pictures).

Self-indulgent post

2009-04-08T17:58:00.006+03:00

I’ll post an account and pictures of my trip to Scotland and Belgium but first I have to share this with the world just because I am so giddy about it, it’s not even funny. The girl that checks my fanfics before they go online is a member of a forum and sent me a link today about Gilmore Girls fanfics. And guess who got mentioned?

Yep, lil’ ol’ me.

I am just so insanely happy with this it’s not even funny.

You can check the story they’re talking about here.

Ada Lovelace day or my tribute to women in technology

2009-03-24T20:05:00.003+02:00

Today, in honour of Ada Lovelace day, 1800 bloggers have taken a pledge to write about a woman in technology. I’m one of those bloggers.

First off, a bit about Ada because I don’t know how many people are familiar with her. The only legitimate child of Lord Byron, she was born in 1815 and met Charles Babbage in 1833. In 1841-42, while translating Luigi Menabrea’s memoir on Babbage’s newest proposed machine, Analytical Engine, she also wrote a set of notes. That set of notes contains in complete detail a method for calculating Bernoulli numbers with the Engine, recognized by historians as the world's first computer program.

Now there are quite a few women in technology. Not as many as men and certainly not as famous. Well, the one I am going to talk about today was famous, but for different reasons. Hedy Lamarr was born in 1913, in Vienna. In 1937, she disguised herself as one of her maids and fled to Paris, where she obtained a divorce from her first husband(who, despite being part Jewish, was consorting with Nazi industrialists, up to the point where Mussolini and Hitler attended his parties). After her divorce she moved to London and later on to Los Angeles. There she made her debut in American films(she had already starred in 5 movies prior to her move) with Algiers. She is possibly best known for her roles as Delilah in Cecil B. DeMille Samson and Delilah as opposite Bob Hope in My favorite Spy. She appeared in more than 35 movies and almost managed to have more husbands than Liz Taylor(she stopped at 6 so Liz still wins).

So what does this glamour queen on the 40’s have to do with technology? Well, in 1942 her and her husband at the time, George Antheil(a composer, so next time you decide to mock either an actress or a composer for being dumb and not understanding real science you should remember this) were granted a patent for a Secret Communication System. This early version of frequency hopping used a piano roll to change between 88 frequencies and was intended to make radio-guided torpedoes harder for enemies to detect or jam. It wasn’t implemented by the USA until 1962, when it was used by military ships during a blockade in Cuba.

Still not impressed? Then I suppose I should tell you that the frequency-hopping idea serves as a basis for modern spread-spectrum communication technology, such as COFDM used in WiFi network connections and CDMA used in some cordless and wireless telephones.

So go out tonight and have a drink in honor of Ada, Hedy and all the other women in technology.

Thank you, Captain Retarded

2009-03-22T05:14:00.001+02:00

So, I finally booked my ticket to go back to Romania for Easter break. Meh. Not exciting. Far more exciting is my trip to Scotland and Brussels before I fly there. That should be fun. But seriously, my airline is retarded. You see, I’m flying through city C(Constanta) to get to city B(Bucharest). City C is considerably closer to my home town. City C is also further away from Brussels compared to city B. However, the ticket for C costs 50 Euros more than the one for B. So to make this clearer for you: despite the fact that we’re stopping in city C, it costs 50 Euros more to get off the plane there.

Dude, that’s retarded.

And now for something completely different, I went to the ball last night. I managed to find a pretty dress and even prettier shoes(seriously, I’m in love with them. I am 5 seconds away from writing a love poem). They’re impossibly skinny heels and rather high as well. But I walked on them. All night. Without falling. Or twisting my ankle. I rock! I might post pictures of the heels or even of me at the ball if I can find a decent one.

My last point of the night. Watchmen is awesome! Seriously, go find a cinema right now and watch it! Warning though, it is violent and graphic so don’t expect unicorns and puppy dog tails. Well, there are some puppy dogs but you don’t want to know what happens to them. If anyone wants a more extensive review, let me know.

I've lost all hope for humanity

2009-03-20T01:42:00.002+02:00

A new picture of Charles Manson was released today.

These were two of the comments on one of the websites I follow.

I just...give up. And hope they're playing stupid.

New look

2009-03-19T04:55:00.001+02:00

Um...I did mention I am bored, right?

Opinions on bloggie's new look? Credit for the picture in the header goes to frerieke over at flickr, edited by me. Be sure to check out the entry below.

Dude.

Also, cookies is you guess the author of the quote in the header without google.

In which I rant

2009-03-19T03:54:00.001+02:00

Dude…I’m tired. My insomnia is coming back with a vengeance. And by that I mean that I now consider myself lucky if I get 3 hours of sleep at night. And the weirdest thing is that I am tired, well, exhausted, but it’s not an ‘I need sleep tired’, but an ‘I need a beach and a cocktail’ tired. Of course, the fact that my department has decided that this is the week they kill us. While everyone else is finishing lectures we’re…not. And not only that but we’ve started labs again and we’re supposed to do these with a partner and my partner isn’t here. Which sucks. Did I mention that this is on top of the huge amounts of work we have to do? And the weekly tests?

Sucks.

Really, really sucks.

But hey, it just gets worse from here. So I should enjoy it, right? Before exams start again.

Fuckity fuck.

And I cannot even find a dress. See, this Cinderella is going to the ball. The chem society ball. Well, chem and every other science they could find, because you wouldn’t want to release us in the general public. Scientists are their own species. * So, yeah, the ball is on Friday. As in less than 2 days from now Friday. And I don’t have a dress. Not even after the almost 3 hours of shopping I did today. I guess that just means more shopping for me tomorrow.

Fuckity fuck again.

The good part is that because of my lack of sleep I am finally up to date with my work. Dude**, I even studied for my law tutorial. That’s how bored I was. I’m writing fanfiction again(as soon as my latest story is going up on ff I will torture you with a link. It’s intense. But I am biased.). No more emails going for weeks without a reply. Next I might start cleaning.

Bwahahahaha. I’m not that crazy.

*Please don’t pet the scientists. And, for your own safety, don’t go near their cages close to feeding time.

**No, I don’t know why I keep using dude. Just go with it.

Also. Chet Baker is awesome. And Noel Gallagher's unplugged album is not bad(The Butterfly Collector and Fade Away are my personal faves.).

Oy, vey, it's back

2009-03-07T01:35:00.002+02:00

Before I go to my scheduled post, you must check this out! http://ge.ecomagination.com/smartgrid/#/augmented_reality
It's aweeeeesooommeeeee! (Warning it only works if you have a printer and webcam...if you don't I'm willing to make a video for you just 'cause it's that awesome. Or you can just look it up on youtube.).

Warning: This post contains details about my dating life.

Just thought I'd throw that in. Ahem, now to my point. I have an interesting karma when it comes to dating. Which translates into many interesting exes. There's the dude that started planning our wedding after a month of dating. The ribbons on he chairs were going to be blue. And it was supposed to be on the 12th of July. Can't remember the year. There's the guy that didn't bother telling me about his other girlfriend in a different town. Found out a year after we broke up. Things started making sense. Of course, couldn't forget the guy that showed up at my door at 1.30 in the morning, because he thought we could smoke a cigarette and listen to Bon Jovi. Did I mention we'd gone out once and I had no intention of ever seeing him again? They're just the highlights of a rather long and shall we say, exciting love life. But this karma is transferable. And for the past year and a half I basically only met and dated nice, normal guys. Of course, I've had a couple of real life friends cursing at me because they got the it. Irina, sweetheart, I'm sorry about stalker dude.

Up until now. 'Cause, you see, my most recent ex is apparently also crazy. I won't go into the details here, suffice to say I've had quite an unpleasant surprise this week. Which means that my karma is now officially back. I didn't ask for it. I could very well do without it. If anyone wants it, I'm more then happy to try to send it your way. Hey, it makes for good stories! No one...? Oh well...

At least now I can call another friend and tell him it's safe to go dating. The poor guy had a lot of bad surprises because of it.

Thank you for the happy thoughts

2009-02-24T02:28:00.002+02:00

It's not enough that every time I try to read a paper there is an article about the failing economy and recession and whatnot. If it's not something about the 13 year old boy who had a daughter who might possibly not be his. Or the crazy lady that gave birth to the octuplets. All positive news. Cheerful and delightful. So cheerful in fact, they make me want to bang my head against a wall. Nooooo, that couldn't possibly be enough. You had to ruin this one for me too, didn't you?

The one I'm talking about is my monthly chemistry magazine. It's a fun read. Stem cell this, molecule that, bonding there, blah-blah whatever. Not today. I get home and my magazine is waiting for me neatly in the postbox. I go throw a load of laundry in the machine and settle with a cup of tea in the kitchen, ready to be educated.

And then I see it. One article about how BPA(found in plastic bottles) will give us cancer. And then we'll die. Next page. Lab accident kills student. Next page. PFCs(found in food packaging, pesticides, clothing and upholstery) will cause infertility, liver problems and then give us cancer so that we die. Apparently we can't even smoke pot anymore.* Because we'll get testicular cancer and die. **

With all these wonderful articles, no wonder I was wondering about the kitchen, mumbling something about cancer. Which prompted my lovely friends to steal my magazine away from me before I decided to join a nudist colony and never use plastic anything again or sit on furniture. And start smoking weed. At least that's once cancer I can't get.

*not that I do. I'm just making a point.
**as you can see, it was a completely invalid point. Because I don't have testes.
***Also, I am aware the BPA debate has been going on for ages. It's still as depressing. I think I might have to start “Good news and puppies” weekly magazine. Just to cheer the world up.

Sheesh...Next you're going to tell me that watching Heroes will cause me to get cancer. And then die.

Why law is bad for you

2009-02-17T02:58:00.000+02:00

Hello. Long time, no posts. I'd say something about school driving me crazy and leaving me with absolutely no free time but that would just be repetitive. True, but repetitive. So in the mean time, while I still try to get down a schedule(which as of now looks something like: uni, crash, do tons of homework, crash some more, curse repeatedly, take on a new project because maybe it just wasn't crazy enough, drink myself into oblivion when I find the time, bug flatmate about her eating habits, crash again) posts will be scarce. Quality over quantity, right?

Ok, so going back to my point. I will not whine about the fact that I have to take law classes. I have accepted that fact. Maturely. As in I whine in real life. Really, though, it's ridiculous. I have 3 law lectures a week and only 2 lectures for every one of my chem modules. And every other week I have the pleasure of having to go to a law seminar. Which wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to read a gazillion pages. So tonight, I bravely opened the article I was supposed to read and got exactly to page 2 before I got bored and went on Amazon. And then bad things happened. Because Amazon is an evil, evil place. I won't admit to how much money I spent(not that much, don't worry. I am not into thousand-pound shopping sprees. Really, it's under 100 quid. I will not have to eat pot-noodles for the rest of the year. And it was mostly on things I need. And maybe one or two for fun.). But still...law makes me do bad things. And the thought of having to spend another 30 quid on the fucking law book tomorrow makes me want to cry.

Oh, well. At least I have enough food for the rest of the week. Although my peanut butter tastes funny so I have to buy a new jar. And it was a brand new jar. *sigh* Such a waste, isn't it?

Walking in a winter wonderland

2009-02-08T19:48:00.002+02:00

My dear England,

I like you. We're having fun. I sincerely hope that we last. But really now...get over yourself. It's just a bit of snow.

Wonder of wonders, it snowed in the Midlands. And by snow I mean about an inch. Nothing to worry about. That is if you're not confused about this whole thing, like England seems to be. Allow me to explain something: snow is just frozen rain. You seem to be perfectly acquainted with rain. Snow is not some evil monster. It's awesome. But an inch of snow is nothing to be worried about. So why in the name of love are we all going crazy about this?

You see...traffic was a bloody nightmare all week. The wee bit of snow caused an accident one morning so it took the blasted bus 20 minutes to get from my bus stop to the next(around ¼ of a mile). 20 bloody minutes! And then of course, everybody was going 10mph. On the perfectly good road. Because it was snowing.

My campus looked like a kindergarten all week. Snow fights, snow men, snow. Great! That's the spirit! Enjoy the snow...just don't enjoy in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, when people are trying to walk. Sidewalk. Side...walk. It's not called sideplay for a reason. So how about we move the playground in the giant park right next to the campus? That way we can all be happy.

And just for those who still seem confused about this whole snow thing, here are a few ways to enjoy it:
-snowball fights
-build a snowman(or a snowwoman)
-make snow angels
-chase the flakes around, trying to catch one with your nose or tongue
-stay outside until your hands and nose and cheeks are bright red, then go inside and snuggle with a warm blanket and some hot chocolate or tea.

And heavens help me, it's snowing again. One more week like this and I will kill someone.

Welcome to Birmingham...we have nothing

2009-01-29T00:26:00.003+02:00

Maybe not nothing. They have a bull.

Exhibit A:

Also a giant building that looks like it's covered in silver M&M's.

Exhibit B:

And a church.

Exhibit C:

And some rather exposed manequins:

Exhibit D:

Ignore the weather. It's British.

For those of you wondering why in heavens I went to Birmingham, the answer is simple. The original manuscript for “On the road” was there on exhibition and since I only read the book like 100 times and am somewhat obsessed with it, I had to go see it. Had to. I would have taken pictures but it was a museum, and while it may as well be a very un-Beat-like thing to do, I had to respect the rules. And there were guards and other people there.

But it was amazing, the manuscript looks awesome and I actually saw Kerouac's scribbles and notes on it. Awe. I was in complete awe. You could even see the parts where the scrolls had been taped together. And I found my favourite passage in the manuscript, which was beyond cool.

They also had a collection of various editions from different countries. I'd be permanently indebted if someone could explain this one to me:

Kinda like a really bad 80's flick, isn't it? A 5-years-later reunion of Grease? Any other ideas? I am confused.

And on that note, I leave you.

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." s

In which I rant and whine(and organize an impromptu contest)

2009-01-15T04:49:00.002+02:00

I hate exam week. With a burning passion. Whoever decided that we must have exams at the end of term is a sadist that would make even Sade weep in shame. For the last 3 days the only conversations I have had have been about exams. I am basically living on a diet of Red Bull, Pringles and peanut butter sandwiches. My bed looks like this:

It's sad. Painful. I want this bloody thing to be over already! I miss seeing people. Not feeling like my head will explode at any time. Having a drink without starting to ramble on about the oxidation of alcohols, preparation and that fucking H NMR. I hate NMR with a burning passion. If anyone can explain please do. I have given up. NMR sucks.

(For any normal person reading this, NMR is nuclear magnetic resonance, also known as nasty mangled rubbish. I am not particularly imaginative at this time of the night. If you can come with a better one, you get your very own special guest blog entry. Exciting.* I might even throw in a Twix bar. If I have any left).

And now if you will excuse me I must go and try to understand my notes. Kill me.

*I am serious about this. It doesn't happen often. Me being serious. So, go on, I am taking submissions. How would YOU like to be special guest star? Also, this contest wasn't planned when I started writing this entry. Hence the impromptu. And if I don't get any submissions I might cry. Baby, I am.

Oh, yeah…lesson learned!

2009-01-07T11:32:00.000+02:00

So, first off, Happy New Year. This year I decided I am far less perfect then last year so I actually made a resolution. Which I promptly broke. It was to blog more. Alas, when the life gets boring the blog gets abandoned. Christmas was rather uneventful. I have been counting the days and hours left until I go back to England(which apparently is “so sad it’s cute” according to a friend).

But back to my original point. What lessons have I learned yesterday, kids? That just because you did something before and it turned out ok, it does not mean that it will work again. In fact, it probably won’t. The something I am talking about is dying my hair. So, for my use in the future, here are some rules:
1.Take your time. Rushing will cause awful consequences. See below.
2.Be careful when trying to tie your hair in a bun and wait for the dye to set it. Magenta stains on the ceiling are not pretty.
3.Also, be careful when untying said hair. Magenta stains on your mother’s good tablecloth are not pretty.
4.And in general, just be careful. When you have long hair you might try to wash your hair let’s say…oh, somewhere not in the bathtub. I now look like the pink version of the Incredible Hulk. Only with less muscles. And you know, female.
5.Trying to wash said pinkness off your body will not work. I am so not ready for bathing suit season. Thankfully it’s winter. And I don’t wear bathing suits. But if I did, it wouldn’t be pretty.

But let’s look on the bright side, shall we? At least I have awesome magenta hair lights again. And now if you’ll excuse me, I will go scrub myself some more. Would sulfuric acid be too much?

Of Charlie Brown-esque trees and whatnot

2008-12-27T08:21:00.006+02:00

Blog roll post

As you can see the blog roll is alive again. Maybe now I will remember to post more. A snowball's chance in hell of that happening but I have hope. I am rather idiotic. So today's topic is Christmas memories.

Now, I love Christmas. Christmas Eve to be more exact. It the second best day of the year(after my birthday). What's not to like? There's food and chocolate and chocolate and more chocolate. Did I mention the chocolate? Every year we'd get a nice tree, then try to make the same old and tired string of lights work(seriously, the things are 35 years old. They don't work anymore. We still try them every year.). Of course, every year our nice tree always looks exactly like the Charlie Brown tree once we get it home. No problem, it's still loved. We also repeat this story every single year(seriously, if you haven't read it last year go do it now. It's awesome...but why trust me, after all I've written it! You should check it out. It's here)* And then we go on our merry(get it...merry? I kill me) separate ways. Too much family time can kill.

Ok, back on topic. Christmas memories. You see, I always had a Santa growing up. Some family friend would dress up as Santa and come to our house and make me tell him a poem or sing. It was nice. But fore some reason, the Christmas that sticks in my mind is the one 5 years ago. You see, for the 2 weeks prior to the day, I had been angry and sad. My boyfriend then had cheated on me, which is the-end-of-the-world, woe-is-me, what-ever-shall-I-do now for any respectable 16 year old girl. We had had a major blow-up on Christmas Eve. It was not good. So, that Christmas I went to my favourite pub and hung out with the bartender(a good friend), made fun of all the kids trying to sneak up and buy alcohol, laughed when the computer played the same stupid carol for the third time in an hour(it hated us. Really. It did.) and just relaxed. No stress, no fighting, no anger. And then the boyfriend came, apologized and all was good once more in the land of the repeating carols.

Before I go here is a picture of me and Santa!

(Warning: the following picture contains some nudity but is completely SFW).

(See what I mean about the tree? They all look so sad and pathetic).

I was not going to put my doll down! I did not trust that man! Evident in this picture:
Also, you can check out what other people had to say:
http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/12/25/weblog-tour-a-holiday-memory/
http://robandkrista.blogspot.com/2008/12/ding-dong-blog-rolls-back.html
http://dutifuldanielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandma-got-run-over-by-reindeer.html

*Excuse the oh, so subtle story placement. I like it. The story, not the placement. Did I mention you can check it out here?

Looks around sheepishly I'm sorry

2008-11-26T15:08:00.002+02:00

Well, can we pretend it's weekend? Or Monday? Nope? Oh, well. Sorry but life is crazy. I am studying. Lots and lots of studying. And Nano-ing. And with both those things going on and somewhat of a social life I really don't have that much time left for blogging. But I will be better, I promise. Or at least try to be better.

Let's see what you've missed.

I messed up a lab two weeks ago. It took me 7 labs to fuck things up so it's not bad. Oh well, I still got a decent grade on it. Of course, this Monday I was completely terrified that I was going to mess things up again.
The people who write my tutorial sheets are fun. I had one that said something like “You were visiting a chemical plant and fell into a vat with an unknown (but harmless!) substance).” Well, thank god I didn't fall into acid then, right?
My kitchen is crazy. I will have to learn to live without food because every time I go there there is someone who will distract me. And I welcome the distraction.
I'm behind on my nano. In fact, I have my laptop with me today to catch up with that, instead of this. Oh, damn it, sleep is for the weak and I will win.
I bought my plane tickets for Christmas. Expect lots of “I'm boooooreeeeed” entries. I am still a whining baby.
I'm trying to make time to go get a tattoo. That's my birthday/Christmas/nano present to myself. Sadly, I would have to take my chem books with me right now. Bro, if you are reading this, don't tell mum.
I'm turning British, according to my best friend. Apparently now I have an accent. I have threatened to smack her if she calls me Madonna.
But it's not so bad. In fact, I could write a list called “You know you're turning British when...”. It would include the use of the words “chips” and “loo” in normal conversation without thinking about it. Yes, I say chips.
I have learned how to do laundry. It's not so bad. Just expensive. But seeing as I don't have time to breathe lately I now have to schedule time in my week planner for laundry. Yes, I have an entry that says “laundry”. If that's not sad I don't know what is.
And, yes, I am mostly busy with studying, contrary to what some people think*pointed looks*. And sleep. Sheesh, I miss sleep. It was nice, right? I actually fell asleep hugging my chem notes on Monday night. Feel free to mock this and the previous statement.
And while we're in the “let's mock Addie” mood I also have scheduled “get drunk”. It's in my week planner. I would die without that thing. But I have to drink on Friday night. Mostly because I have an exam on Friday. Wish me luck.
I think I am moving in with Latvian flatmate and a couple of other friends next year. Who knew you had to start looking in December?

I am sure there are more things but I can't think of anything else right now. Oh, yeah, my blog is 1 year old! Everybody, wish blog a Happy birthday!!! I'd sing but then everybody would run. My thanks to everyone who drops by here and of course, special thanks to those who comment. *hands slices of cake*

Happy birthday, blog!

Short entry(again!)

2008-11-22T18:42:00.003+02:00

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Life is hectic. I'll try to update the blog sometime this weekend. Or next week. I'm trying, ok? In other news, the Queen is coming to visit my uni in 2 weeks! I'm gonna see the Queen! How exciting is that? Yes, I am a geek.

And just to make you laugh:

Brilliant, isn't it?

Things I learned today

2008-10-30T01:01:00.002+02:00

Putting as many marshmallows as possible in a cup of hot chocolate, while it may sound like a good idea, is disgusting. Really, really disgusting.

Spilling said hot chocolate on your hands burns.

Burns hurt. I knew this already but apparently a refresher course was needed.

Everything is better when there is ice cream.

Saying “Tonight I really am going to bed early” is tempting fate.

There is no going to bed early for university students.

No matter how far away you are people will still call you to complain that their computers don't work.

Plane tickets are bloody expensive.

Lab reports do not write themselves up, no matter how much you wish they did.

Oh, yeah, lab reports suck.

Dr. Martens are the greatest, most awesome, most amazing, most anything shoes ever.

If you hug your shoes people will think you're weird.

Weird is apparently the synonym for cool at uni.

Too many toffee apples are bad for you.

So is chasing people with said toffee apples.

And being chased with toffee apples.

Toffee stains will never get out of clothes.

But that's ok because Primark rules.

Sleep is overrated.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail is the greatest kitchen film night ever.

Uni rules.

Old

2008-10-23T18:32:00.001+03:00

You know what's it like to feel really old? But really, really old? When you're talking about movies with someone(Steve, if you remember him) and that someone asks this: “So, you actually saw that film in the theatre? I was too young to go. Were people actually crying?”

It only gets worse from here...

(And the movie in question was Titanic, in case you were curious).

A few pictures

2008-10-18T22:44:00.008+03:00

I'll write a longer blog post later today or tomorrow detailing my lack of plot and love of Starbucks but for now some pictures I took yesterday:

The chemistry building, where I spend way too much time each day(lately if I don't have classes I'm in the chem library. Yes, I'm sad).It looks worse in reality.

And another one of the chemistry building, from the bus station where the bus that goes to town goes(the que across the street is where the bus for the halls stops). And if you look on the left of the picture you'll see the building were genetic fingerprinting was invented. Cool, isn't it?

And the last one, the cemetary across the street from my uni(yes, we have a cemetary across the street).

Movie night

2008-10-16T05:46:00.000+03:00

Tonight I was supposed to go to a Chemistry society meeting but seeing as they forgot to email people with the “when and where” they're meeting...I hope they had fun. And right now I'm supposed to be sleeping. Seeing as it's 3.30 AM and I have to wake up early tomorrow and write my lab report(I'd write it tonight but I'm lazy and I've been drinking so it might not be my best work ever). So yeah, instead of the ChemSoc meeting I had a film night with the guy I usually sit next to in class(sheesh...I should really start giving out nicknames...how about I call him Steve from now on?). We tried to watch “The Exorcist” but we mostly ended up talking. And to think I didn't go to the EEuSoc(Eastern European Society) bar crawl because I wanted to sleep tonight. Oh, well. Steve's nice. And I'm adopting Nano newbies. I love Nano newbies. Of course, I still don't have a plot but I think I can find some free time tomorrow or Friday and go to my café or maybe even a Starbucks and try to conjure one. Right now I have a slut and a haunted house which will probably not make the cut for this year's novel.

But I'm staying away from Nano talk right now because I have to complain. You know how bad the coffee is on campus? Seriously, it's bad. As in really bad. As in “I'd rather have instant coffee back in the halls then that” bad. Of course I still drink it because with morning classes I'd be dead without coffee and there's no way in hell I'm waking up before I have to to make coffee but if I take the whatever.10 bus I have time to drink a cup on the bench in front of the chemistry building. But it's still bad. Gah. I need good coffee.

Over and out...I'm going back to my lab report.

Send comments. I'm feeling ignored.

A plot!My kingdom for a plot!

2008-10-12T16:43:00.001+03:00

It's October and you know what that means...it's almost time for NaNoWriMo! *heavy sighs from the audience* Now, those of you who were here last year might remember that I am not exactly in the best or sanest of moods during nano. So yeah, this is going to be hilarious. The great part is that this year I have a nano group near me, so I can go to meetings and stuff, which hopefully will keep me a bit saner then last year and that I am adopting some newbies to help thru this. The bad part is that this year I have uni and some flatmates who might just start running once they see me walking around the kitchen, talking to my characters and having my 20th cup of coffee of the day. Or maybe call the men in white coats to take me away.

And oh, yeah, I still don't have a plot. Oh this is gonna be fun

Give me more hours in a day!

2008-10-11T02:44:00.002+03:00

I have no idea where all my time goes. I'm sorry. I'm trying. The time eating monster is after me. First comes the “How I played with a sword” story and then the boring update(and a couple of pictures! I actually have some pictures this time! Exciting, ain't it?).

Soooo....I went to the Viking meeting last Sunday. I had fun(no pictures of that, sorry, but I did get to wear a huge metal helmet padded with smelly fur on the inside. I don't recommend it). Now, you all know I am not exactly the sanest person in the whole wide world. Not by far. What you didn't know is that I am probably the only person in the whole wide world who thinks sword fighting is boring. I wanted to pull out a book while training. It was that boring. But the great part is that we also did archery training and I loved that. Just call me Wilhelm Tell! I even have battle wounds(yes, still do, despite the fact that this was 5 days ago). You know why archers wear those big leather thingies on their hands when they're shooting? Neither did I before last Sunday, don't worry( I'm talking about these, people). Because apparently if you don't wear them or if you are like me, and wear a short one, you get bruised when the string of the bow goes back after you shoot. You live and learn. I've been showing my war wounds to random people(no, I'm not going around and showing strangers my bruise...it's more like “And how with the Vikings?” “Great, wannaseemybruisedoyoudoyoudoyou?”. They might think I'm disturbed. Sadly that was my only training so far because apparently they like to work chemistry students and the Vikings were preparing the sword fighters for the battle tomorrow. Maybe next week(and don't worry, I'm not going to post pictures of my bruises here-although I have some. That's disgusting even for me).

I wrote my first lab report this week. It wasn't so bad. If only Julya(my melting point machine, of course) didn't hate me. It's hard to explain(well, not hard but long and I am too lazy to type it all up and plus it's quite boring). Suffice to say I spent 2 and a half hours out of three and a half hours watching tiny tubes filled with substances with impossible names and waiting for them to melt. My life is so exciting. The other hour was spent trying to get substances with the impossible names into tiny tubes. *sings “Don't you wish your life was hot like mine?”*

Nothing else exciting is happening. I'm not sure I have time for anything to happen. I bought ear plugs and then remembered I hate ear plugs. I'm probably gonna go tomorrow and take a walk around the city so there might be some more pictures. If I gte up too late I'll just leave it for Sunday. Or Tuesday(Mondays are crazy.)

And now for the three pictures you have all been waiting for!

But to get them, we shall play a guessing game! Gather round, children!

Who can guess what was the first thing I bought in England? Come on, don't be shy! I won't stick you in the melting point machine if you get it wrong, I promise. Any guesses? Scroll down for the answer!
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And now for your prize(clicks make them bigger...it's magic or something). This is Victoria Park, the absolutely lovely place that is right next to my uni. Jealous?

(I don't really like how this picture turned out but I'm posting it anyway so you can see my uni and the three towers. The one in the middle supposedly looks like a cheese grater. I wonder how many beers you have to drink before you can see that one!)

This is the perfect place if you want to read in the grass or watch big guys playing sports. For the love of the sports, of course, nothing more!

And this is one of the paths...lovely, isn't it?

Hello, my name is Addie...

2008-10-05T02:38:00.001+03:00

And I'm a movieholic. *crowd mumbles “Hello, Addie!”*

I swear I don't mean to. I'm trying to be good. But how can I when they have a huge sale at HMV and I had a student discount? I finally understand the magic of sales. Especially when on sale is the “Jack Nicholson collection: the early years”. Which includes “The wild ride”!!! Not excited? Weirdos....

Of course, I think my flatmates think I'm the weirdo. I keep bringing home bags from HMV and being my usual self...yeah, that doesn't work that well. Apparently it's not normal to buy 10 tiny boxes of chocolate stuff(6 of chocolate mousse and 4 of chocolate pudding). They claim to be chocolate lovers but they do not understand...The love for chocolate...it burns. That and the fact that the chocolate pudding is 4 for 46p at ASDA. How can I say no to that? Especially after I've spent 100£ on books...Damned school, it's taking away all my money. They also think it's shocking that someone can live of peanut butter and frozen meals. So I tried to prove them wrong and today I bought noodles. You know, just add hot water stuff. Even I can cook that. Oh, and toast. I also cook toast. A lot of toast. Well, I'm just ready to be married, aren't I? With such great cooking skills...*

Ah, also I went to my first Viking society meeting on Thursday. They're really nice and they quote Monty Python like crazy. I think I'm gonna fit right in. Tomorrow I have my first training session and, if all goes well next week, I might actually get to be in a battle next weekend! How exciting is that? I'll try not to have my eyes poked out(you don't want to know...trust me). I'll see if they let me try on the gear tomorrow and if they do, maybe have someone snap a picture so I can post it(yes, I know I keep saying that I'm going to post pictures but seriously, I have no clue where all my time goes. It's odd. Contact Agent Mulder.)

On Monday I have my first chemistry lab which should be exciting. I won't get to play with any chemicals just yet so don't worry. However, starting week 3(so the 13th I think), if you see a cloud of smoke over Leicester or you hear on the news about an explosion...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Over and out.

*the room mates refers to, in this paragraph, to the really nice Latvian girl, who really likes healthy food(as in she's been here a week and already knows where to buy vegetables and fruit cheap) and the Cypriot girl, who doesn't quite get my love of chocolate. The English girl is still gone 20 hours a day and apparently a noodles fan as well because I think the other two would rather die then eat that stuff. They're quite good actually.

Notes from the road and virginity

2008-09-29T20:44:00.000+03:00

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!

2008-09-29T01:48:00.000+03:00

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?

2008-09-24T15:44:00.001+03:00

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?

2008-09-22T07:50:00.003+03:00

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…

2008-09-21T07:01:00.000+03:00

…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!

2008-09-19T14:07:00.002+03:00

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

2008-09-16T01:57:00.002+03:00

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

2008-09-14T04:19:00.000+03:00

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

2008-09-09T23:48:00.001+03:00

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

2008-09-05T21:12:00.003+03:00

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

2008-09-03T14:19:00.000+03:00

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?

2008-09-01T22:56:00.001+03:00

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*

My hate list

2008-08-31T11:17:00.000+03:00

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

2008-08-31T10:41:00.001+03:00

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

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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

2008-08-26T14:09:00.000+03:00

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!

2008-08-25T02:53:00.000+03:00

*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

2008-08-22T23:54:00.001+03:00

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?

2008-08-19T23:38:00.000+03:00

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

2008-08-18T17:14:00.001+03:00

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?

2008-08-03T02:17:00.001+03:00

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?

squeakshyperventilatesfaints

2008-08-02T03:16:00.003+03:00

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?

Oh, no I’m not obsessed

2008-07-31T09:04:00.000+03:00

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

2008-07-22T10:14:00.001+03:00

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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

2008-07-22T08:07:00.001+03:00

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?

2008-07-19T13:28:00.000+03:00

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

2008-07-17T12:50:00.005+03:00

(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…

2008-07-17T08:30:00.000+03:00

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

2008-07-12T02:17:00.004+03:00

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!

2008-07-10T04:58:00.000+03:00

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…

2008-07-08T23:23:00.001+03:00

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

2008-07-07T01:31:00.003+03:00

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):

Stupid comment of the month

2008-06-30T14:51:00.003+03:00

I was outside yesterday, reading a book and generally wasting time. Mom comes outside.

Mom: What are you reading?
Me: Jane Eyre.
Mom:That doesn't look like our book.
Me: It's not. This one's in English. The other one is in the living room.
Mom: Oh...you can read in English?

*headdesk*

I did mention that I' moving to, you know...England, in less then 3 months, right?

Never again…

2008-06-30T08:35:00.003+03:00

…Will I bash a movie before seeing it.* I finally got around to seeing Pathology yesterday and I liked it. I expected to like it because it should have been a cheesy horror movie that made me laugh and instead I got a decent thriller. Ok, so there are a few things that irked me but I won’t go into details here because I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet(but only a couple and not during the movie, but after, when I started thinking about it). A few sex scenes and quite a bit of gore and blood but the movie is called Pathology so it’s not like I didn’t expect that. All in all a good movie, especially considering the trash that comes out these days. And let’s just say that if this obsessed fan girl decided that Milo’s naked ass(but damn, boy! *drools*) wasn’t the best part of the movie it’s worth the watch.

*This does not apply to any movie Paris Hilton might make. I reserve my right to bash those mercilessly even without seeing them.

Dear ladies at the store...

2008-06-26T11:59:00.002+03:00

Dear ladies at the store,

When you saw that I had been standing in the same place for at least 10 minutes, couldn't it have occurred to you that I might actually want to buy something? I understand that your conversation about the best way to make chicken soup was absolutely vital but one of you could have spared a minute to ask me if I needed something, even if not for my sake but for the lady at the counter who was trying to juggle 3 customers. Also, when the boss finally came and you moved your butts to work and asked me what I wanted and I said I wanted that fan, I really didn't appreciate the raised eyebrow and "You want to buy it?" question. No, I want to hug it and call it mommy. I was dressed nicely and I had money. If you think it is beneath you to sell fans then take them out of the store or find a new job. And after I assured that I indeed wanted to buy it, maybe one of you could have helped me instead of sending me to the front of the store, to wait for the cashier. You are obligated to show me that the product I'm buying works. That's why you are there and that's what you are paid for. I'm sure the cashier appreciated having to do all that for me. So thank you. Until today I had only had pleasant experiences at your store but I guess that you honestly wanted me to have a story to share when other people are talking about the awful customer service you have. Please be sure that I won't be coming back any time soon.

Why in the name of…?

2008-06-25T04:52:00.001+03:00

I said on Monday that I was going to start booking stuff for England. Guess what…I didn’t. But I have a really good explanation: I said I was going to start when I have just 3 months left and since I’ve decided that I’m no longer leaving on the 23^rd and instead on the 25^th…well there you go. Ok, so tonight I got an unusual shot of energy and so I wanted to book things. Mainly my plane ticket. Guess what? I cannot buy one because I do not have a credit card. I do however, have a debit card, which has money on it but I can’t use that because…? Nope, I can’t think of a reason. People, charge me now, I don’t mind just let me buy my damned ticket, will you? Let’s rationalize this for a second…if I had a credit card, I could buy one, even if you technically don’t have actual money in that account and you may have an overdraft of hundreds of dollars but if you have a debit card, with money on it, you can’t. Argh! Who the fuck thought of that? I swear, I’ll tick boxes, you can take my money now, I have no problem with that but could you pretty please let me buy my ticket? Let me further rant on their stupidity. British Airways lets people who leave from the UK buy tickets online use debit cards, but no one coming from the outside. Ok, I can deal. But then why doesn’t our national airline do the same? So now, I must spend quite a lot of time this week(because last time I postponed the price of tickets went up)tracking down a travel agency and buying a ticket from them(and I have never had a pleasant experience with a travel agency in my town). Joy of joys. Did I mention that temperatures around here are well in the 90s so walking is going to be a pure pleasure…

So why in the name of all things holy can’t they let me buy my ticket???

It's a conspiracy, I tell you! They're out to get me :D !

Croatia(and Venice) in pictures

2008-06-23T11:25:00.015+03:00

Over the hills and far awaaaay

La,la,la

That's amoooooreeeee

Somewhere, over the rainbow

Way up high

There's a land that I've heard of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream

Really do come true

It's the final countdown...

2008-06-23T07:50:00.000+03:00

As of today I have exactly 3 months left until I leave for England. I'd add a ticker to my blog but I think it's pretty crowded already(heck, I'm bored so I might redesign it...again!).Today I will book the hotel(I'm going for the cheapest one...any money that I can save will be spent on booze during Fresher's Fortnight) and plane ticket.Also, I'm finally allowing myself to be excited(ok, so I won't lie, I did the happy dance after I got in in my first uni and then at Leicester but since then I've been trying to keep my excitement down because if something can go wrong it will and we have to stop that because, darn it, I want to go to England). Do I get to do the happy dance or do I have to wait 'till I board the plane?

While I'm on this, I started downloading the pictures from my vacation. Boy, 1000 pics take a looooong time to copy, did you know that?Seriously, it's
been running for an hour and some minutes and it only now got to 700 pictures(which according to the all-knowledgeable computer or phone--I don't know which one is to blame-- is 62%. My dog knows more math then that).

My blue hair is now blond and I coughlikeitcough. I'll make it blue again today(gosh, I have a ton of things planned for today...if I get half done I'll be happy) but for now I have some blond hair(cue in jokes about my true self coming out.I've always claimed I am blond on the inside...the fact that I can remember at least 3 times when I went to high-school or uni with my shirt the wrong way or turned with the inside out. One time I also forgot my name...but in my defense it was early and I hadn't had any coffee...making me think was just cruel).

This weekend was also the Snooker World Series. I missed the second day(stupid, stupid me...I was watching the Spain-Italy football game) but I do know that Selby and Higgins won Saturday. I'll go digging for results after the pictures are done and I've done the "I wanna go back!!!" cry.

And before I go and get things done, I wanna wish a Happy Birthday to a very special person. So, Happy Birthday, Adelina, I hope you had a great birthday ;)!

When I grow up...

2008-06-20T04:06:00.002+03:00

...I wanna be able to decide. You hear that, fairy godmother? I know it's a bit late but how 'bout you swing by, wave that magic wand of yours and give me ability to take decisions? Deal? Because otherwise I just might have to drag myself to wherever you live and kick your butt all the way to China. So, I got my university accommodation papers and trying to fill them up has been a nightmare. What kind of room do I want, do I really need a bathroom, should I put my mother as my next of kin, which halls do I want to live in, even what religion I am. Oh, yeah, it's that bad. For Pete's sake, I even thought for about one minute if I wanted to use my black pen or my blue pen. Sheesh...I'm driving myself crazy here. And before that I looked at hotels(because for some reason which made sense 2 months ago I'm going 3 and a half days ahead---I can't remember that reason but I seemed good enough and do I even need to go that early and why can't I just go one day before, because I think I can solve everything in one day and so on...). That was fun. This one's closer and prettier, but that one has elevators and was recently renovated and the other one is right in the middle of the distance from the uni to the halls but the other one has free wireless internet connection and so bloody on. And of course, at the end I came up with nothing because heck, I still have time(forget the fact that one hotel was almost out of rooms and that I really need to buy my plane ticket NOW because the price has gone up 2 times in the last month). I'm not really comfortable right now with booking anything from my computer because of that bloody virus I got(paranoid...who, me? Never...why, what have you heard?) so I need to start taking care of things soon. The yesterday kind of soon. I will probably just flip a coin and then, if something doesn't work out or sucks, I can just blame it on karma ;)

I just needed to vent. I swear I'm sane, even though I don't always sound that way.

Ta-da-da-da I'm back!

2008-06-18T02:20:00.002+03:00

Howdy, my friends. How are you? Your weary traveler/blogger has returned. To be a bit more accurate I actually came back from Croatia a week ago but after spending 18 hours sleeping, a bit of time online and 8 hours shopping(argh!) I couldn’t type one more word. And then my monitor blew up. Nice, right? So I just sent it all to hell and went to my cousin’s wedding. And I actually escaped unharmed from a family reunion. Of course, it was all because nobody recognized me but I’m not complaining. Now time for a bit of a recap(pictures after I get my bloody computer to work again):

Croatia was awesome(I have almost 1000 pictures to prove it). We spent one night in Zagreb, 3 in Porec and 3 in Zadar and visited Pula(*giggle*), Rovinje(I think I spelled this right), Venice(am I the only one who goes on vacation in one country and end up in another?), Plitvice National Park(gorgeous), Split, Trogir, and 3 other small villages that I can’t remember.

I bought another little black dress. Yeah, I know I shouldn’t wear black at weddings but the first outfit was brown/gold/purple(Romanian weddings last forever and a day) and I couldn’t find any other dress I liked. I did find one that attracted the “Pink attack bonbon” nickname. Not good. Not good at all.

I went to my first bachelorette party. It wasn’t bad, just not my taste. I’m not one for clubs. The wedding was nice. The bride was pretty and her dress was stunning(seriously…even I noticed it.)

I will never, ever again get in the same car as my mother. Since she wasn’t driving(she doesn’t like to drive in towns or out of towns….maybe she can find a driving range on the moon?) she decided to annoy the family friend/recruited driver. No driving over the speed limit. No passing anything(seriously, she got annoyed because another car went past a bicycle). Watch out, be careful, don’t you dare do anything! I swear if I were driving I would have pushed her out of the car.

I lost my nerd sign. Let me explain. Almost every girl I know complains that every time they go into a computer store they get ignored because they’re, well, girls. Up until yesterday I never experienced this problem. Apparently I have the invisible nerd sign that only other nerds can see. But yesterday it was missing because the guy at the computer store where I bought my awesome 22” monitor(heck, yeah!) decided he needed to explain to me that if I can’t figure how to change the resolution I can just install the CD and it will do it for me. I blame the purple-ish nail polish. It sucks(being treated like a moron, not the nail polish. That’s just not me).

Romania got kicked out of the European Football Championship. Like I didn’t see it coming. Maybe if we played against us all the time we could win.

So, this is it. After I get some more sleep and enough energy to deal with this bullshit that is my computer I’ll post pictures and be back to my normal posting rhythm. ‘Till then, take care.

***Pula is a bad word in Romanian. Just so you know why I’m giggling every time I talk about my holiday

What is your favourite smell in the world and why?

2008-05-30T00:34:00.002+03:00

Blog roll post

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

2008-05-28T07:19:00.001+03:00

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

2008-05-28T04:12:00.002+03:00

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

2008-05-27T08:44:00.002+03:00

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

2008-05-26T08:33:00.000+03:00

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

2008-05-24T14:00:00.001+03:00

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

Blog roll post

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

2008-05-24T00:06:00.008+03:00

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

2008-05-17T22:57:00.002+03:00

Blog roll post

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?

2008-05-16T19:36:00.000+03:00

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

2008-05-10T18:54:00.002+03:00

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!