Derp

Time for a new blog! Not that my life is so terribly interesting that I actually have to keep up with it, but I personally quite like blogging. When I was young I always kept a diary, I still have the whole pile of it. A while ago I was reading back into them and seriously, I was such an angsty, whiny kid, LOL! Glad to know nothing has changed.

Every day I take the same long, boring route to school. Having to take the intercity makes the trip slightly less dreadful because those are so much more comfortable and having to get out in Deventer in the freezing cold prevents me from falling asleep. Last week, however, I decided to take a whole new detour. Via Germany.... Sometimes I amaze myself with my intelligence, really. Only a genius like me could have pulled off something like this. I had to switch trains in Hengelo and take the international train from Germany to Almelo and Deventer. I feared I was going to miss the connection because we had a slight delay so I was glad to see the train was still there. So I took a ninja-dash across the platform, Superwoman-jumped into the train and performed a victory dance before I took a (not so) comfortable seat. But just as the doors were sliding to shut, I felt my doom crash upon me....

This was the fucking train TO Germany, not FROM. Insert facepalm here. I had no idea WHERE in Germany we were going and how long it was going to take. All I knew was that it was in GODDAMN GERMANY and I had no money on me. Bawww! So I went to pout and sob at the security guys in my very best German and all they did was laugh. Apparantly it happens quite often and all I had to do was wait for an hour and a half (!!!!!!!!) in the freezing cold for the train back to Hollanda. Eventually I was even in time for school!

And the shit with my school is -finally- arranged. I'm going to switch to History in September and then do an English minor. That way I can take my time to get my propedeuse and re-do my teaching practise.

And really. If you're trying to give of subtle hints, I'm not getting them. I've really lost track of what you're trying to say. Stop confusing me.

Last but not least, my sister and I had a snowball fight! I tried to add a photo, but Blogger is being a betch.

It's still December, so...

I still have a valid reason to whine and be emotional. Because everyone has a winter depression, right?

I can't stand the fact that now I'm really giving school my all, some administrative bitchery is going to ruin this or me. I should be glad though, at least the dean finally managed to send me back an e-mail, though the news he brought wasn't exactly something to do a happy-dance over. I have to unenroll from English and sign up for parttime History. But guys, I don't want to do parttime History! I'm a fulltime student, I just have to sign up for this bullcrap because you can't get your papers straight! How can you simply cancel a whole education? What about those tons of students who want to change majors because of the minor they've chosen? You're forcing them to stay at an education they don't want to do! All I want is to change my subject. In stead of following English I'll be joining History. Is that so hard to comprehend? Apparantly. Argh! Bureaucracy! I'll have to arrange shit with the examboard myself if I want to get anything done because the dean doesn't know shit either.

On a happier note, I really enjoyed playing 'secret Sinterklaas'. Because we're all adults, we no longer place our shoes to receive presents, but that's such a shame! Coming downstairs and finding a little present in your shoe is fun for people of all ages. So I secretely bought chocolate letters for my mother, sister and myself (There wasn't even a letter 'w'! So I bought the 'e' of Elmida) and those little mints for my dad and giftwrapped them. When everyone was in bed I got their shoes and placed them at the front door with the present inside, hehehe! Everyone seemed pleasantly surprised. We spent Sinterklaasavond with Ik Houd Van Holland, which was absolutely hilarious and after that we've been playing Cluedo until past midnight. Ack, I love that game!

Whoop, let's end this blog with that positive moment. *Thumbs up*

I shant bow down to you

Now my old quarrels finally are settled and new friendships made, new ones have sprouted from those ashes. This time they were nowhere nearly my fault, but simply because someone's ego has blown up so much that is is about to burst from the seams. So, you think you are above the class? You think your social virginity is more holy than our vulgair behaviour? No. You are not holy, nor virgin, nor much more intelligent than we are. Oh yes, you might have passed one or two more tests than we did and perhaps with slightly higher grades. But how do you enjoy these new developments, of belong along with us in the flock of people who failed this one test? And how dare you flame at your own friends for it? It's not their fault, arse. And leave -my- friends alone too, or I I will give you a horrorshow mighty tolchock on your merzky litso.

In the meanwhile I am sitting sick at home. Yesterday I was complaining about how I didn't want to go, but yeah... Sometimes you get what you wish for, though those things aren't often pleasant. On the way home my bowels suddenly started some riots with all explosive and violent effects to deal with. Oh and the non-existant lord grant me mercy, I was still two hours away from home, leaving me no choice but to make use of the train's doubleyou cee. I am convinced that I now not only have explosive bowels, but also some alien disease.

And with this rant finished, I shall close off with one final random statement: WE'RE HAVING SAUERKRAUT FOR DINNER, FUCK YEAH <3

What sits there all in an English breakfast?

Jesus H. Christ on a cracker, if I ever meet someone in real life with English grammar like that... Murder WILL commence. My own English hasn't been the best of late due to an extreme cause of lazyness and lack of give-a-damn, but come ON. Don't you listen to the television? Don't you listen to the lyrics of songs? Don't you read English everywhere in the world these days? Have you ever heard a ridiculous sentence like that in a sane piece of text? No. NO!

And now, the Middle Ages. Every new class we have to bring forward important events and persons from that era, like Alexander the Great for the Romans, Machiavelli for the Renaissance, William the Silent for Dutch history, etc etc. But... But when they asked us about the Middle Ages... *Insert sound of chirping crickets here*. Seriously nothing happens in the Middle Ages except for like... monks and monestries. How INTERESTING for a non-believer.

KRAWWWWLING IN MAI SKINZZZZ, THEM WUNDS DEY WILL NOT HEALLLLL. Which is an indication that my November angsty emoness is still raging. Oh, I wish it was December yet. Then it will be December angsty emoness, it's very closely modelled on the November angsty emoness but... Not quite the same. At least December has Sinterklaas and Christmas, the latter being less whooptiedoo for emotional lurnerlynezz. Yeah, my family will be visiting and we will be having the most delicious 'stamppot' dinner, but... Muh! It's not as if I'm particularly fond of my family, especially two of them with whom I'll most definitely be having a fight again because they are so confinced they are superior to me. BUT NOBODY IS SUPERIOR TO ME, FOOLS, HAAAAHAAAAHAAA-*chokes on cough* I want to cuddle on the couch and watch sappy movies and berlejrkehjt. I'll be single forever. FOREVER! Unless I lose weight. But... December = Sinterklaas = chocolate = fat. December = too cold to go outside = no exercise = MOAR FAT. And losing weight = exercise = either boring or = expensive. Bah. I'm doomed, I tell you, DOOMED. 

And my new timetable sucks. What do you mean, class on Mondays?! What do you mean, class on Thursdays?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN CLASS FROM HALF 3 TO HALF 4?!

This blog. It contains too much capslock.

Lelelelelele

I scored an 8 for Dutch History! Yaaaaaay~! *Runs around flailing arms* That is, if I hand in my portfolio this week. Portfolios! BAH! And now I'm sitting here waiting until I have my meeting with the dean, which is in 25 minutes. And suddenly I find myself being very 'melig', which is a bit sad because I'm here in the Media Centre on my own. Well, not really on my own but on my own as in there is nobody here I know. Or maybe I do know but... Oh well!

I had my dorko moment this morning quite early already. Actually it started yesterday evening. Today's exam/convo was at 11:30 so I typed that in on the public traffic site. Or did I...? Because suddenly I found myself at the train station at a quarter to eleven and I suddenly wondered since when it took the train half an hour to get to Zwolle. I TOOK. A TRAIN. TOO. GODDAMN LATE! Well not a real biggie because I just joined in on another group but I -did- miss the conversation with the teacher about the exam. Which was mainly because they had gone ahead of me and went into another classroom so I couldn't find them -_- Thanks very much for waiting. Oh well, in the end there was nothing I could have changed anyway. Teacher's will is law, remember that kids. And I guess that no matter what that teacher had said I would have just blushes and nodded in agreement. DAMMIT! It's not fair to disarm with looks.

So, I'm eating Samson&Gert cookies in a university's Media Centre... And of course I suddenly find myself having an immense BURST of novel-writing-inspiration and I have nothing to write it down ooooon!

Next month I'm going to start going to the gym. Yeah. The Gym, with capitals. It's the liar of my arch enemies. Skinny Barbie dolls will be observing me as I hobble along on the treadmill and hometrainers. But fuck, it's for a good cause. I'm sick of having to drag my weight around with me, or not being able to wear whatever the feck I want. SOON, WORLD, SOON! YOU SHALL OBEY MY BEAUTY AND ALL SHALL FAAALLLL MUWHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH*cough*

The guy next to me thinks he can type faster than I can. We haven't officially started a contest but I can see him sneakily glancing at my keyboard all the time, as if he's wondering whether I'm actually really writing something. Or perhaps he's wondering whether I'm human or not, because I'm so awesome. AWESOME. You know why? Because I scored an 8 for Dutch history, bitches!

And now I want to go home. Huwaaaaaa.

Mission Completed, 9999 EXP Gained.

I no longer have to see the shrink, the soul pincher, or what ever nickname you like to attach to it. I am sane again! Or that is what we like humanity to think. Everyone who knows me of course knows that sanity and me are like fire and water, like cat and mouse, like... Okay, you get the point. I did have a slight panic attack last week but I was able to correct myself and tell myself that I was thinking nonsense again, which is good enough for me and apparantly for the shrink as well. The fact I've gained a lot more confidence is hard to ignore, for myself and possibly for the outside world. How long can you stand this new arrogance, huh? HUH?!

Meh, of course it's not as if I don't have anything better to do. Tomorrow is the Egypt/Mesopotamia/Greek history test and it kind of sucks how much you actually have to learn for it. The plus side is that, other than with the Roman history test which I majorly flunked, I now sort of now what to study for which makes things a lot less solid and chaotic. Hopefully this will go better.

As if tomorrow's test is the only thing I have worries about... Tomorrow is the day the 'deurwaarder' was actually going to visit and take away my stuff. I've managed to arrange proof that I didn't have to pay the bill, but I have no idea whether those dear tax-people brought that message over to the money-collectors. But then again, the tax-people wanted the money-collectors to get the money FOR them and since they are now aware of the fact they can no longer get it from me, it would be useless to still send them, right? Right...? Bah, the woes of being an adult.

Ahh, November, the time of golden leaves and chilly winds. November of early darkness and necessary umbrellas. November, the month before December and other random poetic nonsense. But most of all, November, the time of nostalgia. I know I shouldn't still think back of then, that I should forget and move on, but I am only human and I am weak. She would have laughed at that weakness, as she now laughs at most things I do, the reason I should most of all forget. But I cannot, and refuse to, forget the better times. The times of November, the times of December, the times of walking around the city in the late evenings with the end-of-the-year lights on, the period of having to be picked up from the metro station to prevent being raped/robbed/etc. Of getting chocolate letters from her mother, of travelling home in the weekend after having proudly bought Christmas presents for my parents, my sister. And the time of returning there from Christmas holiday and having to hear it's over. I that city, I miss you, I miss your brother, I miss your mother, I miss your silly dogs.

My god, I didn't know a 20-year-old could be a sentimental old fool. I really shouldn't watch so many soap operas xD

Also: OH MY LORD THE NEW WHEEL OF TIME BOOK ARRIVED AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND EGWENE KICKS SO MUCH ARSE AND SIUAN TO AND OOOHHHHHHH. I'm really glad it was Brandon Sanderson to finish the series, because I can only say I like his style of writing. Yeah, sometimes his vocabulary is a bit too 2oth-century-ish, but it absolutely does not ruin the feeling and atmosphere of the story. It reads away quickly, it's Wheel of Time to the fullest. The only thing that is a MAJOR shame and most likely result of splitting the books into three is that little is actually happening. The Black Tower is not touched and thus neither is my favourite character who in my prejudiced eyes has a -very- important position in the story... And the promised return of my second-favourite character Moiraine has been delayed to the new book as well. Sigh. And so, with more than 60% of reading to go of the current book I am already desperately waiting for the new one, to be released next year. Or so they say.

Here we go again

Here I am, sitting in the room on my own at half past midnight, eating a tangerine and crying my eyes out because my mother accidentally broke my favourite mug with Paddington Bear on it. Yeah, it's that time of the month again.

On a happier note, and to great request, a blog about my amazing Anglo Adventures! Berdien, Don and I went to visit dear Kees in England to keep her company in the big empty villa while her au pair family was on a holiday. Oh bother, such a burden to bear! How ever could we survive a long weekend in such a big house, all the way in England? I'll tell you exactly how!

The day before we went to England, Berdien and I stayed over at her boyfriend Don's place. We had planned to go to bed really early because we had to take a taxi at 6:30 the next morning, but everyone knows what you get when you put three nerds in one room. Insomnia. We spent most of the time watching silly pictures and went to bed. Next morning we had a very yummie breakfast with appelflappen and croissantjes and then took a fancy fancy white leather taxi to Schiphol. Yeaahhh! My first time on a plane! Snaaaaaakes on a plaaaaane, I seeee snaaaaaakes on a pla-... Sorry.

Schiphol is fecking awesome and humongous! We hung out there before we could board our plane, but not after we had our luggage checked. You know what's ridiculous? You can't even bring a torch. Or an axe. Or radio active isotopes. How on earth do I spend my time on the plane and in England if I don't even have my radio active isotopes with me? Tsssk! Anyway, the plane trip was awesome. It was beautiful to see all the clouds and it really looked as if you could walk on them. Except we didn't really try. It was kinda rainy outside.

We arrived in London Luton, took a bustrip to London Waterloo where we robbed a sushi stor-. eehh, I mean, where we bought our lunch in a sushi store and guess what? We stumbled upon a Kees! What a coincedence! We decided to tag along with her to Horsley after a lot of hassle of finding a litter bin, train tickets and the right platform. The train trip was looong but gezellig, except that all of us were terribly tired. We arrived in Horsley and enjoyed the beaaaauutiful autumn views and the hills and first dragged our massive suitcases on to the supermarket where we bought a month's supply of crisps which we finished in ehm... a couple of hours. Then we had to take a murderous hill into a big arse villa neighbourhood where we couldn't keep our eyes of the awesome houses. We first got a tour, then cleaned the house with our dearest friend Henry, the love of my life. Then we peeled/cut potatoes and apples and started on cooking. When the family came home they all were so very nice and the children were really really cute. Eventually we and the children were on a mission to destroy evidence of three cups of Ben & Jerry's. We devoured them in say, ten minutes. After which we were horribly nauseous. Like, really horrible.

Next day we went to Guildford, which was really really really pretty! Again many many hills which are very bad for lazy people like me, but it was totally worth it. We ate 'mini dutch pancakes' AKA poffertjes and the blasphemous woman selling them wasn't even Dutch! The stand next to her had her husband selling German sausages. I mean, what....? Oh well, British! I bought godmother soap from my new favourite store; Lush and a beaaauuttiful new jumped at the very very very typically British store called......... H&M. I couldn't resist it. And peer pressure, PEER PRESSURE! Linda forced me! And then I was finally reunited with my beloved Sourz in a very hooliganish pub that made us sing the Manchester United song from Eurotrip all day......... And suddenly the Sourz was gone. I blame Henry. We then took a trip home and we dived onto the electic/automatic/chilaxing sofa with a pile of crisps and movies and booze and snakebites and jollyness. Then we ate toad in a hole. Yummmm! Oh and before we got home we experienced a bit of our very own Blairwitch Project in the dark. Except there was no Blair. And no Witch. And no project either.

Next day Linda and I decided to let Berdien and Don have a bit of alone time and sent them off to London while we were having very serious matters at home involving crips, TV, sofa and Hannibal Lecter. The reason we weren't going along to London had nothing to do with us being broke, nothing! We spent out day analyzing cannibals and very serious behaviour, we had some very essential testing of crips, had to review a Disney movie in HD quality, got involved with very heavy chairobics after which it really was necessary for us to do some ritual pancake baking. During the ritual pancake baking we witnessed the glorious and heavenly birth of Balloon Pancake. Unfortunately it had to go back to Pancake Heaven soon before we could take a picture of it. Berdien and Don then returned and we commenced our movie analyzing and went to bed very early. Right. I almost believed that myself.

Uuuuunfortunately the next day was Monday and we had to go home again. We strolled across London, looking like zombies, doing some sightseeing involved the London Eye, Parliament, Westminster Abby and the local Tesco's. But nothing could beat the seagulls and most of all; the arcade! It had DDR! And we spent Berdien and Don's last pounds on those bloody machines that made me sweat like no tomorrow. But then again who wears a woolen turtleneck jumped while playing DDR? Moi. It kicked so much ass that I ordered my own DDR pads. Then we had a bawwwfest supreme and we went back to the airport. Our flight was delayed which was a bit meh, but in return we had a beautiful flight in the dark where we could see the thousands of lights on London. And when we arrived of Amsterdam, but Amsterdam is stupid, ugly and smelly. I then said bye bye to Berdien and Don and took a very very very long train trip home.

And here I am again, being very bored and missing my friends and having to start all over again on my homework because my slutty laptop thought it was fun to crash on me. Daaamnnn youuuu~!

Also: IN TWO DAYS IS THE RELEASE OF THE NEW WHEEL OF TIME BOOK, AAAHHHH! *runs around flailing arms* Hopefully my book will arrive on the actual day of release. And if so; my brain will be shut down until I've finished the book.

And suddenly it's 1 AM. Good night!

PS: OMG I MISS MY PADDINGTON BEAR MUGGGGG WHAAAAHHH. No seriously.

End my sorrrooooowwwww!

No, I haven't suddenly turned emo and want to take the exit of life, but I'm this extremely boring class being bored to death. Did I mention I'm awfully bored? I should have accidentally overslept this morning, seriously. And I wish it was Fridaaaaaay! First time on a plane, woosh! Wanna bet that I'll get motion sickness and barf all over the place? Yeah. That'll be something for me alright. And then it's time for badgerhunting, because we have to end this terror! We have to prevent all ankles from being nommed!

Amancé and me in class:

Hold my poodle!

If there is one thing you need to know about me, it's that you don't engage in a debate with me if you value your life. I am merciless. I am inexhaustible. I am destructive. You will LOSE. Unless you're that friend from my previous blog entry ._.

One foolish girl tried to test her luck by challenging me into a debate, or a discussion more likely. Well, en garde my lady, let's battle, even though I will soong grow tired of you. And after five or so minute I did indeed grow tired because, surprise surprise, she ran out of arguments and defenses before that. If there is one thing I despise more than anything else it's people who run around and claiming things and not being able to support their 'awesome-o opinions' and lacking arguments. Even worse is when they'll start to bawww about my cruelty, or rather, their own weakness. Score: 1-0 to me.

Even before Round Two started, you make a fool of yourself. You can't even push your opinion for a grade, you come unprepared but even if you would have done something before hand you would have FAILED. You are like the King Midas of FAIL. And then when you are to receive feedback, because others are more merciful than I am and will pretend to offer help, you will jump on your drama llama and prance away because, oh! How dare they question your Skillzz of Awesome, how dare they give you hints to get better grades! Of course you have to pick up your shield and sword and parry them as if they were some enemy attack. You're supposed to be a fourth grader, didn't they ever learn you to shut up and listen when a teacher is giving you feedback? If you can't handle criticism, then what on earth are you going to do in front of the class? The students will tear you apart like a horde of rabid swines. We were trying to be helpful and what do you say? "But you always have critique on everything!" You dare call me a hypocrite? You DARE?! Bawwing on constructive feedback or partaking in a debate -you- started is the same now? I thought not. Yes, I rant and complain and nag and whine in class and outside too, but I can entertain you for a week with all the arguments I have to go with it. Unlike you, who will sniffle and pout and write 'secret notes' with the classmate next to you about me, because at least your collegue weakling won't tell you the truth. We'll meet again on the battlefield, but for now I'll polish my sword.

MY god, I'm so absolutely bored D:

Nyoro~n

I got stomped. !DRAMA LLAMA SPOTTED!

Like, really badly. Just now I figured out that one should not start a debate or a discussion with someone smarter than you and especially not political or religious discussions. It doesn't help either when you have a discussion about religion with someone who does believe in a higher power while I myself can't even imagine believing in a god or anything. I can't see why I should believe in an invisable being or person, to put my faith into something or someone who will apparantly 'guide' my life and judge over me while there is never a sign or existance. No confirmation about whether I'm doing it right or wrong, no promises of rewards except what's written in a book 2000 years ago. When I'm in trouble, no matter what kind of trouble, I have to fix it myself. Not my friends, not my parents, not my teachers so why should I then rely on something that's never proven it's existance? Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with other people believing in their own gods and symbols. Hell, I wouldn't even care if they held a mass in the middle of the train station, as long as they let me pass in peace and let me live in non-belief.

This particular discussion my friend and I had was about gay marriage and the acceptation of homosexuality. The main reason it's not accepted in majority of countries is because of religious reason. My question then was, "But why would that god forbid it?" and there is literally no answer to be found, anywhere. Why is it wrong for two men or two women to share their lives? They don't force it upon you, they don't make you live with them in the house, they're not trying to expand their 'dominion' by wanting more people to be gay, unlike religions who just want to spread and spread and refuse to accept people who defy their belief. The friend then asked me, "If people can believe whatever they want, then why can't you let them believe homosexuality is wrong?" and I had no answer for that. I tried and I fought, to my idea I had very good arguments, but he was simply too strong. He kept coming back simply because he can believe in the fact that something is the way it is because god said so. Now, we were discussion this from the Christian point of view and he is Jewish and I don't believe so it was a nasty discussion in the first place, but... Hell, it's so tiring to be bashed down again and again by statements you don't even believe in. I simply no longer had the energy or the confidence to come up with new arguments. It's even worse when you love that friend so dearly, you can't even get angry because he dos believe and you don't.

And then when I told him I couldn't believe I lost the discussion, he said there was nothing to lose because this was simply a philosophical discussion with a friend. He's right. But then he dared to ask, "I'm a friend, right?" Such foolishness. There isn't probably a friend more dear to me. Not only did I, to my feelings, lose an important discussion, but apparantly I've also not given enough proof of how much I care. And I don't mean that in the sense if 'pity me, I'm a lousy friend', but in the case of 'pity him because he still has doubts over my friendship'.

Drama Llama blog out.

There we go again.

My dearest bladder has once again given me the proof I am an infection on legs. I'm not human, I've just taken that form to deceive everyone. One day, when enough sarcrifices have been made, I shall free myself from the flesh and rule the world. The world, I tell you! MWUUAUAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

In the meanwhile I shall start on my antibiotics...

THIS IS....!

Sparta indeed, but I have little good to say about it. About that movie '300' at least. I think I'm slowly turning into a history snob or something but watching a historical novel turned into a movie right after you've had a class about that subject is going to make everyone into one. This was a typical case of not "This is Sparta!" but of' "This is Hollywood!". The thing that annoyed me most was the fact it was apparantly normal for them to go to war in a single red cloak and leather underwear. A magnificent fake sixpack is hardly going to protect you from arrows, spears and swords. And how come everything these days has to be smeared with this poo-like colour filter? Yes, it makes things a lot darker and eerier, but also more po0-like. And and and and... The only drop-dead gorgeous Spartan did indeed drop dead, after he got decapitated. I will sit in a corner and pout now.

So, the change from English to History has almost officially been done. Both departments are informed about it now and all I need to do is gain up on last year's methodology and pedagogueshit and finish the minor. Of course my parents were being a bunch of non-understanding shrimps again, going all berserk over me "not knowing what I want". I know very well what I want. I want to be a teacher and I'm going to be one, I just changed subjects. It makes me even more annoyed to know that they're quite proud if my sister's education change and she switched schools THREE MONTHS before GRADUATION.

Next on the list of ranting: the prejudices about the Netherlands. I can't even mention the country I live in to outsiders without being called a stoner or a whore because that's apparantly what we're known for. First I thought it was just the shallow minority without brains but now even my best friend from America with a brain capacity bigger than all the people I know combined holds these prejudices... I've lost my hope for a positive image of the Netherlands, all because of one damn city. Yes, Amsterdam, you've damaged us and I'll never forgive you. What's so special about that city anyway? It's not particularly pretty, it doesn't have too much impressive shops (80% is a complex of McDo's or some other foodstand), it smells bad and looks bad because there is litter everywhere and the latter is tourists included. All the prejudice about drugs being allowed in the Netherlands is complete nonsense because not only is it -not- allowed, but 90% of the stoners are actually tourists. Save the Netherlands! Please!

Last but not least: the goddamn bus. If it's not too full for me to go along, it's stuck in a traffic jam so I'll be late for school no matter what. GRRRR!

And now I ran out of things to rant about! *gasps like a fish on the land* I can't live without ranting! Noooo! Noooooooo...! Noooo-ooo-o--o-o....!

THIS IS THE END OF MY BLOOOOOOOOGGGGGGG! *gives it a kick so it goes online*

Result!

My next appointment with the 'soulpincher' isn't until next month, which means positive progress, yay! First I thought it would turn out as a disaster, especially after the first meeting with the guy, but it all turned out just fine. I've gained a lot of confidence in the last past months and I've learnt to see things in a more positve way. Of course I've always been brilliant, I just needed to realise it myself.

And I actually don't feel like blogging today, so bye!

White 'n nerdy

They see me rollin', they hatin'!

This weekend was Abunai!, an anime convention that's annually being held relatively close to where I live. Unfortunately it's still not close enough to travel back and forth so I stayed over at a friend's place, which was very very very amazing. Not only were the people in the house very open and friendly, but the house itself... Woah. I got lost on the way to the toilet and I'm really not kidding. You need GPS to find the exit, I swear!

Okay, maybe not.

I decided not to drag my cosplays along because I didn't think the weather would be fit for it (and I had to go to school late so I would end up in the classroom and people would look at me thinking I'm going to move into the school. Which would fail.) so of course the weather had to backstab me and be beautiful. And boy, was I sorry. This was only my third con and I've always cosplayed before so this time it was quite... boring. I felt like an outsider really, as the only 'sane' person on the outside while I'm just as white 'n nerdy on the inside as all the rest. I did wear my kitty-eared headband (which earned me a hug from a complete stranger who "always wanted to hug a neko!!!"), but still. Other than random fangirl squeeling and whining and bitching about sore feet and backs we wasted a month's studyfinancing in the dealerroom after having stood in the queue for one and a half damn hours. Imagine being trapped in the middle of a bunch of sweaty cosplayers and annoyingly loudly squeeling fangirls in a no-ACed hallway. Yeah. Then we went drama-lama spotting and found two excellent examples which we then /ignored with a lot of lulz, they were totally having a lonercon. In the meanwhile we held a deodorantcon, wardrobecon and the most spectacular feature of the year; toiletcon, which attracted more people than the actual Abunai! con. We should charge next time.

Other highlights:
- Meeting friends from former cons
- Swirls
- TAIKO CONCERT FTW.
- Swirls
- Our homemade failbento
- Swirls
- Funny black woman jokes: "HOLD MY EARRINGS, there's gonna be some serious ass whoopin'!"
- Swirls
- Fail highfives
- Swirls
- YAOI MANG OH YEHHH. And my new Elizabeth Hawkeye keychain.
- Choking on a Swirls because of funny comments by funny people

Also, we got Rickroll'd :( It came so unexpected, there was no way we could have avoided it. Perhaps I should discuss this with my therapist before this goes out of hand. 'Fo 'Sho Bro. Next time I will cosplay, as 'Olivia Milla Armstrong' from 'Full Metal Alchemist'. Google eet, you leezy beeyotch. My mum loves the outfit, which is good, because she's gonna be makin' it. Teehee.

One more thing before I go to bed and recover from my con-exhaustion. When I got out of the bus and wanted to mount my steel mount AKA bicycle I had to look for my keys. I did and found them and when I looked up I had the most amazing conversation of the day:

Spider In Web: O HAI!
Me: OH SHI-.

If I had taken one more step I would have had a spider on my nose. Some pity please.

- Elmida

PS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4qicK39ISc

Do not want!

Dear Microsoft,

What is this fuckery?! There is a reason I refused to install your fancy new Windows Live Messenger, you know? Not everyone is very interested in flashy and in-your-face designs, some people just want to use MSN to chat and do other simple things. Why do I first have to delete fifty billion useless bars, flashing updates and stupid add-ons before my messenger feels a bit usable? Why do the avatars suddenly have to stand on the left, with ugly green-orange-red coloured borders? What was wrong with having them on the right? Why can I no longer put my status on 'out to lunch' or 'on the phone'? I can put my status on 'busy' or 'away' now but people have no idea for how long that is! And then why is 'busy' red and 'away' orange? Orange gives me the impression of "Well, I'm sort of here, I'm not giving you the green light to talk to me but I'll answer slowly because I'm busy." while red tells me "I'M NOT HERE. DO NOT TALK TO ME. RED LIGHT. DO NOT WANT." And why do all my texts appear below each other in stead of separated? Now it's just one big block of text. And why do I first get 'pictures', 'activities', 'files', 'games', and all those sort of shit and are 'invite' and 'block' hidden in a drop-out menu? Aren't those functions much more important in a conversation?

And the most ridiculous part of this all: why, WHY do you FORCE me to download your latest fancy 13-year-old MysSpace-freak version of MSN Messenger?! There are computers that aren't even compatible with this bullshittery version, like my mum's pre-historical computer. What, is she no longer allowed to be online because she's not 'modern' enough? BULL. CRAP. OF. THE. CENTURY.

Greetings,

- A user who does know about usability and you obviously don't.

Ha, you thought you were rid of the ranting, were you now dear readers? No, it's never done with me. NEVER. Today I had to go to the hospital to have a x-ray of my stomach done. First they sent me to the wrong section because I thought I had to get an echo. Confusing! When I finally arrived at the right spot, I had to get completely undressed o_o' After having confirmed there was no way I could be pregnant (unless I'm a Holy Virgin) my stomach got radiated with radioactive rays and other unhealthy crap I was was gone within five minutes. And I had to miss an entire damn day of school for that! Friday I'll get the results of the x-ray and the blood test. If I happen to have a food allergy, I'm going to throw a hissy fit. Seriously.

Abunai this weekend!

- Elmida

Cool Story, Bro!

And so far I have survived my first week robbed of the free time I used to have. Even though I now have to get up at 5:00 AM in the morning and spend more time in public traffic than anywhere else, I can't say I dislike it. So far I am in complete awe about the complete amazingness of the History minor. So many nerdy facts I've learnt! It pleases me to know that I can bore the people around me with even more senseless facts :3 I think that if it stays this awesome I will get a humongous dilemma because I'm afraid I like History better than English. Meh!

Since a while I see a shrink and some other therapie called 'haptonomie' which really help me get my confidence in order. Ever since I started going there I feel quite a bit better and have a lot more energy to do things because now I can go to sleep without getting immense panic attacks. Unfortunately I think I need to see another professional; a dietician. Yes, I am overweight and I have to and want to do something about it but it's very complicated. I take ~1000 calories a day where I should be taking 1400. I seriously can't bring myself to eat more unless I want my stomach to explode like the USS Enterprise after an enemy attack and unless I spend 24/7 in the fast food restaurant I won't name because the thought of the trademark clown scared the shizzle out of me. And also, everytime I eat something with grains (bread or pasties or what) my stomach gets upset af if I've just eaten green eggs and blue ham.

And you, person who doesn't know he's the one I'm talking to, how dare you seduce me unintentionally?! After I've finally gotten over the whole stuff, how dare you keep me awake at night and make me daydream all day? GRRRR!

- Elmida

Historia Magistra Vitae Est

Ha, what a fancy way to start a blog. This quote (by Cicero according to Wikipedia) was found at the bottom of the History minor's reader and since I'm a Latinphile... Why not! A cookie for anyone who guesses it's meaning. Hint: Google.

Today was my first day back in school and it was as if I had never left. Getting up at bloody 5:00 AM in the morning is still a pain in my oversized arse, I still park my bicycle at the same spot, it still takes ten minutes to cross the road in order to get to the bus stop and risk to miss it and I still get nauseous in the bus while reading the newspaper. Now I think of it, I forgot to read my horoscope this morning. Oh. MY. Lord. Tradition c-c-c-c-combo breaker!

At the train station I met two of my classmates who joined me on the History minor. It was nice to not have to arrive in awkward silence because I didn't know anyone. But then again, I'm so amazing and charming that I would have easily gathered a new posse around me, naturally. The class itself was quite nice, though the teacher was a dork and all the information we got was a bit too shallow for what I wanted to learn. But hey, it was the first lesson and very obviously also this teacher's first time teaching. The poor thing. How will he ever deal with those devious and those 'bijdehande' HBO students? To be continued.

And last but not least; a rant. I want new mangas! And yes, you perverts, you all know what kind of mangas I prefer. The nasty thing is that I can't buy them in the regular manga store (fuck you, Comicasa, you do sell that -other gender-) so I'm limited to the twice-a-year conventions. It so happens that there is a convention in two weeks I'm going to, but these kind of actions sort of make me feel like I'm buying something illegal .____.

Also, I want a boy/girlfriend. Nao. You can apply for it through my e-mail. I am not responsible for any harm done, either physically or mentally. Or financially, teehee.

- Elmida

EDIT: Oh gosh! I have been granted with time-travelling abilities! According to blogger.com, I posted this blog at 12:04 while it's obviously 21:37 in Hollanda...