Apparently we’re all gonna die tomorrow

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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).