Give me more hours in a day!

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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.Well done! Of course it was coffee!



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...

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

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!

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?

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?

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…

…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!