What is your favourite smell in the world and why?

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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).