I has a new hobby

(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…

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

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!

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…

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

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

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?