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...