Never again…

…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...

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…?

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

Over the hills and far awaaaay

La,la,la

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...

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...

...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!

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