Magic etc.

Normally, as my frequent readers will know, I try to be a funny bastards in my blogs because I don't want to appear as the negative-thoughts-thinker I truly am. It helps, though, like that weird scientific fact says. When you pretend to smile, your body turns into a science lab and creates those happiness enzymethingies. This time, however, no amount of pretend-smiling is going to chase away this sadness: last Tuesday was the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows parte deux. Even though I've had an amazing time at the midnight release with all of my friends, I can't be happy about it. The actual magic ended four years ago with the release of the book but then we still had the movies to look forward to. And now even those are gone. All there's left is to roam about the internet, digging up funny facts and background information to keep us obsessed fans satisfied. There's hope for an official encyclopedia but who knows when that will come out? Pottermore is still too much of a mystery to properly look forward to, though if J.K Rowling herself worked on it it's bound to be good. The movies went out with a bang and loads of dignity and maybe in a while I'll be able to fully appreciate it without being reduced to a bunch of tears and sadness.

Goodbye, Harry Potter series, may you give me many more happy childhood memories in the future.

Wendy and the marvy adventures of Jim the Fungus

Mourn with me, friends! My (second) dearest possession (because really, nothing beats my comfy bed) has gone up to the great Laptop Home in the Sky. It fought bravely in his last hours, even though his keys were falling off, the dvd player was broken and the screen was getting a tad wobbly. Not being able to recharge was what finally did it.

ELMIDA_PC

* 2007

+ 2011

As I skipped off to heartlessly replace my computer on the same afternoon it had died I discovered that some complete idiot has made sure that I won't be doing just that. Because I'm not made of money and I'm not married to Bill Gates I have to get one on credit, which oughn't be a problem unless one has ever gotten in trouble with the Hoogheemraadschap van Rijnland. Or to be more close to the truth, they had trouble with MOI. Have you ever had trouble with MOI? Have you? If so, then you know how they must have SHIVERED behind their cute little desks. If not, oh okay. To prevent tl;dr: they charged me for taxes I didn't have to pay so I didn't pay and they most likely registered me at the bureau that prevents people with debts taking loans. Now, I don't have debts because in the end they came crying to me that they had made a mistake and I indeed did not have to empty my wallet over their greedy little wrinkly hands but that's not what the bureau thinks. I think. Because it takes a bloody week for them to figure that out. Honestly, have we gone back to the Dark Ages where it took a trillion and a half years to get a message delivered because the only option was going on horseback and then stop to take a rest at a shady inn called the Decapitated Leprechaun and get nearly burgled by brigands and shout LO, COMETH AT ME, BROTHER! and then finally arrive and that's just one way? I thought this was the 21st century where people clickityclick with their little computer mousies and the required data immediately pops on screen. But I was mistaken, obviously, and thus laptopless for at least another week. Sob sob sob.

Oh well, to kill time and forget about the awful loss of my laptop (actually it's because I get fired if I don't show up) I went to work like I normally did. It was quite nice really because all the poor kiddies are facing Judgment Day so they emptied some of the classrooms and places the chair and tables in the gym. That doesn't only give me enough space to do romantic ballroom dancing with my loving broom but it also gives me time to clean things I normally don't have time for. Like, you know, the tables, which normally you should be able to clean but my bosses are bonkers. And I was just minding my own business when I saw him. The most humongous moldy sandwich I have ever seen and believe me when I say I have seen many, many moldy sandwiches in my cleaning lady carreer. Honestly, it was enough fungus to provide someone with antibiotics for a lifetime. A normal person, that is, with me it would last for about a year. And just as I was staring in the bin in awe, I heard it.

"Hello."
I looked around, confused, because my deary collegues weren't there yet.
"Yes, hello, down here."
And then I saw it. The modly sandwich. The pile of fungus. Staring at me.
"Oh." I said. "Hello?"
"Yes, hello. Don't worry, I'm not really a talking modly sandwich. It's just the horrible smell and intoxicating fumes from the bins that have finally made you snap and go mad." said the talking moldy sandwich.
"Oh."
"Yes. It was bound to happen one day, wasn't it?"
I stared into the bin, directly at the talking sandwich and nodded.
"I suppose so, yes."
"Well then. I'm Jim. Actually I'm Jimbocius Francisco of Rottingville but you can call me Jim."
"Oh. Ok. Well when. Jim. Jimbo. Hop into my garbage bag, why don't you?"
And Jim hopped into the garbage bag, snuggly amongst the other molds and fungi, and I took him for a stroll along the hallways. I soon had to stop and retch because of Jim's awful BO but I thought it would be rude to say anything so I didn't. And then I saw a cookie wrapper stuck behind one of the lockers and I said to Jim,
"Hold on, I need to clean this up."
And I pulled it free from behind the lockers. But lo, there came more, and I pulled out more. And more. And more. And there just came no end it it.
"Blimey." said Jim.
"I know." I replied.
For a moment we just looked at it in awe. Behind the lockers was about three years worth of empty cookie wrappers, like someone's secret stash. I had discovered a treasure. Although a gross treasure.
"It looks like one of those magic tissues. You know. The ones magicians have. That they just keep pulling and pulling and there comes no end to it." said Jim.
I stared at Jim blankly.
"You are awfully smart for a moldy sandwich."
"I know." said Jim. "It's a burden, really."
And I kept on cleaning and all that time Jim the Fungus kept me company as he didn't really have a choice because he had no limbs after all because he was just a sandwich and he was in the garbage bag. But like always it soon became 7 PM and I really had to go. And as I was dragging the garbage bag along I said to Jim:
"I'm awfully sorry, Jimbo, but I really have to go home now because I'm awfully hungry and there's dinner waiting for me."
"Oh, I see. Well I suppose I was more lucky than any moldy sandwich anyway. Off you go, then."
"Bye Jim. Oh wait, one more question. Was I talking to the fungus or to the sandwhich?"
Jim just stared at me for a moment and was silent.
"It's difficult. We sort of fused together. We're just one big moldy sandwich."
"Oh." I said, ashamed. "I'm sorry. It's just that I haven't met many moldy sandwiches before."
"It's okay," replied Jim "That happens to me a lot. Well, by then."
"Bye."
And I chucked the garbage bag and Jim along with it in the container.

Well of course it didn't actually happen like that because it went more like oh my good heavens what on earth is this how could anyone have collected so much mold oh god this is the most traumatizing thing I've experienced all week and Baby Jesus have mercy on my soul it's only Tuesday yet and then I emptied the bin and went on with it. Though the supply of neverending cookie wrappers was true. And maybe the part about me being mad.

Like a loon on loon tablets

My, my, my. I should probably get a medal for procrastinating, my last blog being posted on the 27th of December. But then again, it's not as if I had anything interesting to tell you lot about. The most important people in my life are all aware of my personal dramas and agonies from first-hand telling and wouldn't really care to read about it in a blog post and the rest would just... not care in the first place. And you might think: "Why don't you just post something more positive, then?". But really, if I wanted to tell you all fairy tales I would direct you to my other blog, where I publish my 'novel'. And that was indeed a very non-subtle hint for you all to go and check that out right now. Yes, now. Don't procrastinate. Procrastinating is bad for you. Ahum.

Well, as there is nothing to mention on either the school, work or social life department I'll just get on to the medical ride of happiness I've been going through for years now. Of course the 'happiness' was another clever trick of my brilliant sarcasmiosity. I still don't enjoy being a half-cripple much, especially since it's now bothering me in my attempts to become a super-thin super model of beauty and glamour. But! As of last week, there are two certain leather-and-cork flaps in my life that have vaguely started to uncripple me. Only slightly, but ever so much. For once, I don't walk like a loony duck anymore. Well, just a tiny bit (and I'm still a loon), but what if I ever get my identity changed by getting a new face and people would want to recognize me? They couldn't even identity me by my walk anymore. So I'm keeping a bit of the duckwalk in there. But I must say, my insoles are helping my knees quite a bit. Maybe there's hope and I'll actually be able to walk more than a kilometer without pain!

And there's also the loon tablets! Or actually they're just allergy-fighting tablets. But they are my most precious property of all at the moment. Hey fever season is doing the full on boogie-woogie in this time of the year and not being able to breathe + hear + not sneeze for ten minutes does get quite annoying after a while. I was on a homeopathic solution for those wittle pwoblems, but since those things are basically just fake medicines with fancy stickers of nature and herbs on the package it didn't really help much. But these pills... Woah! Shazam! They are amazing! I was instantly cured of my eternal sniffing and sneezing but what's best is... I can cuddle my little bunny rabbit again! Well, I could always do that, but that was only if I didn't mind not being able to breathe for the following hours. With the tablets taken, I can scoop the little (actually he's huge, he's half-bunny half-rhinoceros) fur ball out of his cage and cuddle and pet and hug and not die of allergies. It's amazing! A whole new world opened up for me! It has quite possibly restored my chances of ever becoming a crazy cat lady in the future!

The glory of being able to pet animals almost makes me forget the actual reasons I got those medicines. Because really, the doctor hardly cares about the dramatic Romeo-and-Jullietesque story of me and my bunny, or the fact that flowers and trees and grass are evil and want to kill me. What he cares about (and me too actually) is the fact that my body is slowly being devoured by wild-growth infections and that it is probably caused by an allergy of some sorts. Anyway, I have to go back there in two weeks and tell him that all my problems are fixed, but sadly my bladder still hurts and is still being as annoying as if was before I got those tablets. Maybe they'll help on a longer term and maybe the other infections will stay away now, but my bladder is so far not joining the health salsa. Samba. Rumba. Exotic dancing.

Anyway, I'll get back to the ever so important job of delivering mail now. But without sniffling and sneezing this time. See you in five months for the next blog!

Creative spasms

I seem to be having those lately and I find it hard to decide whether I'm happy about it or not. Of course one should always look on the bright side of things, but when those creative spasms involve having to use a drawing tablet and one's pen to go with the drawing tablet is still missing, it turns rather frustrating and nasty. On the other hand, when those creative spasms come in the form of writing, I get very happy. Last week I wrote a review on the latest Golden Sun: Dark Dawn game after finishing and I must say, I'm rather proud of how it turned out (the review, the game was rather disappointing). And it just happens to be so that today I've written two whole pages in Word on my novel. Guys, I think I might finish a chapter eventually!

One of my less positive spasms was the decision of quitting school. Again. It just happened to be so that my uncle decided to ask how I was doing, mainly in school, and he is one of the few people I just can't lie to. For a very long time I've been telling others and myself that things are all going well, while that is just one big lie. Mostly the keep up the appearance because I wouldn't want to look like an utter failure in the eyes of others, but also hugely because I had to convince myself I still really liked this education. And I did really like the communication parts, but there was barely anything of that going on. And then I wondered whether I'm really such a cold hearted sales bitch and I came to the conclusion that I'm not. So I quit, also because I was going to have to pay 5000 Euros of tuition fees per year from next year on and I really can't afford that. So now I'm on the hunt for a job and so far things are going pretty good.

There is one very important thing my time at this education has given me, though, and it has nothing to do with academic aspects. It just happened to be so that one of my classmates is befriended to a very old friend of mine that I hadn't spoken to in, well, years. Our mutual commenting on his Facebook page brought us together again and soon more of my old friends came back in my life. The tsunami of nostalgia is still a bit hard to deal with, but I can't say I'm not happy about this happening! It was very stupid of me back then to just kick them out of my life and I'm glad they're so forgiving as to have me back.

In the meanwhile the snow is slowly starting to drive me crazy, especially since Christmas has now passed and the Winter Wonderland doesn't really add anything to the atmosphere anymore. It's not just become a huge annoyance, especially for us poor mail delivering people. And really, Landal/Centerparcs, 70 kilos of books? Please. Ugh, hopefully tomorrow will be one of the last times I'll have to risk my life on the ice track with my bicycle, on the one side because I hope the snow will be gone asap and on the other side because that'll mean I finally got a better job.

Anyway. Back to writing some more on my Novel Of Fail of which I can hopefully soon present you the first chapter. Adieu!

Oh come there once looking

I love Sinterklaas! But sadly, it'll over again by tomorrow... Seriously, time flies like a jet engine. Which is good for moments that aren't as pleasurable, I admit, but the fun moments are over just like that as well. But for insane nationalists like me, Sinterklaas, WK and Kongininnedag are my favourite times of the year. And that's without even considering the pepernoten and chocoladeletters and marsepein.............. 

Blegh, school isn't going nearly as good as I thought. The only things I've passed are the Communication test, Project and Presenting. And of course this has Leonidas-kicked me into such a pit of lack of confidence that I'm going to have to go back to the shrink. Which I don't like. At all. At least my classmates appeared to be less horrible than they seemed at first. 

Last week there was a lot I wanted to say over here, but most of it was either too angsty and whiny or it made no sense whatsoever. So this will be it.

Impatience strikes once moar

Probably some of my worst bad habits are my insane impatience and greediness. If I see something I want, I WANT it and I want it INSTANTLY. Whether it's a beautiful person or a book I've been waiting for to be released for over a year. Talking about the last subject, I'm sitting here writhing in agony because it's not arrived yet. Everyone I know and likes the series already has the book and in fact most of them already are finished reading it. It's so unfair! Last year I ordered the book on Bol.com because they're always on time with their deliveries, but the book didn't arrive in time because of delivery problems. I thought I'd learnt from that so I ordered the book at the local bookstore but now it seems all the bookstores have trouble getting the books delivered and BOL.COM HAS A 100% GUARANTEE IT WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW IF I ORDER IT NOW. FFFFFffuuuu--. And why do I not order it at Bol.com? Well, I have a 15 Euro book voucher which they don't accept over there. And next to impatient and greedy I'm also stingy.

On the more positive side, school is going great. The Project was rounded off with a sufficient grade and so was the Presenting course. If everything's going right Reporting, Spelling and Communication are sufficient as well which means I should have earnt 11 ECs out of 60 so far! Doesn't that kick so much ass? Who knows, I might even get my Propedeuse in one year!

Last Sunday was the second NGamer Forum meeting and it was absolutely amazing! We went to Utrecht where we first had a couple of drinks at an insanely expensive restaurant and then we went to the bowling ally where we did some pictionairy before we actually got to the bowling. Unlike last time, my bowling skills were nowhere to be found and I ended up 17th out of 21 :C Thankfully the people who had shown up were really really cool (even the ones I hadn't met before) and the traditional visit to the pizzeria was really cool and delicious. Mozzarella pizza omnomnomnom.

Now I'll get back to sorting the FUCKING BLOODY SHIT MAIL and being in agony over not having Towers of Midnight wahhhhhhhh.

Xena the Special Effects Princess

So, it's Friday afternoon once again and I've once again created my messy private spot in the school's media center. This is starting to become a habit, heh. In contrary to normal blog moments I'm in a rather happy/satisfied mood. The dreadful project was rounded off this week; with a sufficient grade. It's really hard to bring across how much of a relief that is to me. A bit of a less of big surprise is my "more than sufficient" grade for presenting class! The teacher didn't even mention one point for me to improve, yay! Nintendo Benelux can be proud of me. Sadly, they won't know and if they did they would sue me for copyright infringement :')

Last week I was watching SyFy Channel (nerd alert, but I like it) and one of the most nostalgic shows ever was on: Xena the Warrior Princess! Seriously, I used to have such a bad addiction to that series... I just loved her weapon, that round throwy thing (is it a chakram?) en Gabrielle, her friend. And it's almost as good as it used to be when I was young, except now I notice the AWFUL special effects and how obviously fake it is :( I mean, come on, when a rope bridge falls down and Gabrielle is hanging off a cliff, Xena can suddenly somersault (why does she do that all the time anyway?) over the RAVINE to reach her? Lol. But it was still fun. And Lucy Lawless' legs underneath that short leather skirt.................... No complaints here.

Oh, and because I constantly forget to watch Moonlight on TV, I just.. .... eh, made sure I could watch the series whenever I wanted to, but sadly it made me discover the show only has 16 episodes in total because of the stoopid Hollywood strikes and it being canceled. Hurr, I finally like a series (and it's a GOOD one, with COOL vampires) and they do this to me! >:C 

Tonight is party time with Kees and Kees and some more Kezen again, and I'm really looking forward to that. I have no doubts about it that we're going to have a great time again! I AM really curious what's going to be for dinner because normally I'd be eating fries. Mmmmm... Fries....

Also, I've got this music stuck in my head and you WILL share my misery. In fact, these were the actual words Adam said to me when he sent me the link and... CURSE HIM!

Click me!!! DO ITTTTT!

And last but not least:

IT'S FALL BREAK. FUCK YEAH.