Quick rant.
I hate when I’m listening to music on my computer with earphones in and I forget I have earphones in and I get up to walk away and the earphones rip out of my ears and it hurts… And I fell out of bed over the weekend and I woke up just as I tipped off the side which was scary. Thought I was falling off a cliff.
Also I’m very pissed off. There is a blind guy who looks at PORNOGRAPHY in OUR LIBRARY. It is DISGUSTING. I’m sick of it. It offends me. I’ve reported him twice now and still he’s at it. The library is a core learning facility, not a wanking SHED!!!!!!!!!! And he’s “blind” but he can see still see porn, magically. Omg. What kind of a world are we living in. And he’s been in college for centuries. If he was doing a degree he should be long gone by now. Over 4 years.
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American Students in Europe.
So when you’re here for a weekend there’s only three kinds of life around:
You.
The pervy security guard.
Hoards of American students in neighbouring apartments who are far, far away from their homes across the Atlantic, all doing their semester or year abroad.
Cultural differences. Us and Them. The first difference I notice…
Why do all American college girls (here at least) seem to wear North Face clothing? Is it a massive fucking trend over there where its in their constitution to own a piece of North Face clothing? They either have a NF fleece/jacket/rain jacket/trench coat or backpack or all 5 of those things, and wear them all together in one great big North Face clothing orgy or something…
In fact, I’m so intrigued by this that I just looked up North Face’s website. They’re a bone fide clothing line for campers, trekking, general outdoorsy things. But why wear them so exclusively? Sure it rains here, but a regular raincoat/jacket will do. It’s just strange how they all seem to wear that one brand. And the super annoying thing about North Face is that they put their logo (usually) on the back shoulder of their garments which… imo… is so stupid. If its a brand, it should be on the breast of the jacket or a tiny little emblem thing on the cusp of the sleeve. Anything on the back just looks like you put it on the wrong way. But they all seem to own it. Even North Face flasks.
I want to tell them, gently, that being on campus is not a tent-pitching, camp fire, hiking trip. It’s ok to wear civilian clothing.
Second of all… their shoes. Especially the girls. Coupled with the North Face stuff is usually a pair of chunky Nike lace-up running shoes. Why? Fleeces and running shoes. Plus the girls seem quite tomboy-ish. And strangely athletic.
The guys… don’t seem to wear as much North Face. They stick out because the American male, even in a lecture hall, will usually be wearing some kind of baseball cap. If he’s not wearing a cap, he blends in. But then when you hear his accent you think, “How weird. He isn’t wearing a baseball cap.” Also, American males look ridiculously older than they should be. Like if he should be 20-22, he could pass for 26. Majority of them have stubble/facial hair also. And talk about “going to class”, punctuating this with “dude” to a fellow American boy. They are also distinguishable because they’re ridiculously tall. Like trees. And it’ll be 8 degrees celsius (altho they’ll say that in fahrenheit cuz they’re weird) with a north wind and they’ll be wearing baggy shorts and no socks with their Quiksilver shoes.
They’re all insanely popular because what they do is they come here… locate each other and group together out of fear… and become one large synced-up group who party together, enjoy Europe together, travel around together, go to “class” together and get excited they can drink whilst under 21 together. They all know each other. So for example… when you know Amber from Chicago and tell Josh that you know a girl called Amber, Josh will also know Amber despite the fact that Josh comes from Seattle.
They eat weird food. They care about Thanksgiving and celebrate it. They talk LOUDLY. You can hear one from miles away and if you ask me, they seem to move their tongues a lot when they talk. Especially some of the non-North Face-wearing girls who instead prefer flipflops, no matter what weather it is, the same type of girl who begins everything with, “Ohmiguh you guys…”
Last year, one night, myself and my best friend opened the window of her top floor apartment and squirted water down on a group of them. And all they could do was duck, run and say, “Ohmiguh… was that wawder?” Yes, son, that was water.
And the weekend is full of them because they have no where to go but mill around. And my ears don’t come with a mute button so all I can do is hear ittttt.
Simon Says
Christ the internet is so SLOOOOOOW. 2009 and THIS is how far we’ve gotten. SAD.
Anyways, I didn’t vomit everywhere when I did my presentation. Before I did it, I was at home having my lunch and I watched a youtube video of the Hindenburg crashing. It’s awful to say, but it made me feel calmer. Like what I was about to do wasn’t nearly as nervous-making as a hydrogen flameball. So I did it… Was nervous. My knees didn’t shake thank god. And at one point I was totally into it but then the sound of my heart beating sort of… drowned out my voice and all I could hear was my heart thudding… and then my voice sounded really far away, but then that stopped and I could hear myself again. So that must’ve been… panic… or something similar. Luckily all the information was kinda in my head so I just… went into auto pilot and delivered it. I was scared I’d have to pause awkwardly in a “what do I say next?!??!” thing, but it didn’t happen.
And there’s a little power rush when I say, “And if you look to the back of the handout, you can see I’ve put…” and you hear/see people actually TURNING your handout over to see! Because you just told them to. Eeeee! It’s like ultimate Simon Says or something… with loads of people.
And now I can’t get to sleep……………. >__< but look how cool this is:
10 Things You’ll Never Hear Me Say:
1. It’s two thirty a.m. after a club. I want to walk down a dark alleyway alone on my way home.
2. I’m going to Iraq.
3. I love ketchup.
4. It’s great that men don’t open doors for women anymore.
5. I wish I could go back to school again, I had such a great time with all my friends.
6. Hang on, I’m just going out to buy cigarettes.
7. “Party in the USA” truly doesn’t make me jealous of Miley Cyrus’s looks/her everything. ……. “and the britney song was on, and the britney song was on!!!!”
8. I want to live where I live forever and ever and ever. I love my neighbours.
9. Sorry, I have a date that night.
10. I have breast implants.
i ___ college [[edit]]
On a “positive” note, I hate college right now. My presentation is looming. I have still yet to really come up with the way I’m going to present the information. Don’t know if I want to start with an overall description, or if I should go into a background… then a description. Then there’s 3 strands of information:
The mystery of the 1503 date and how this just throws it all into ambiguous fuck-knows-what-ness.
Leonardo-esque themes.
What Alberti thought of it all compared to what modern day folks think about it.
And what if I vomit over everybody?
And every time I picture myself giving a presentation in front of people, it ends up with a throng of dancers coming in through the door and breaking into dance and song. Simultaneously. To THIS song…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m34xyw8E-Qs&feature=fvst
O_o what is wrong with me. I have fantasied more about rigging S.5 up with laser lights and under-floorboard speakers and blacked out windows and how silvery glittery confetti should fall from the ceiling and the sprinker system should go off… more than I have given thought to how I should manage the information I’m going to be talking about.
In other news… the gym is fun. Twenty mins letting anger/tension out on a treadmill, then more on the crosstrainer, weights, a hot shower and bed. Good remedy for life.
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I have also started using my facebook more actively in the last few weeks. The weird side is that it puts you back in contact with old friends who added you, so you accept because you’re curious to see their profile and what’s going on in their lives since you were both 7. Then you find out that all of your other friends (except 1 or 2) are all mothers/fathers now. All under 25. O_O
There really is something in the water in that town. Partly glad that I moved away!!
My Manifesto
Hmm. My political manifesto for when I’m in power:
You need a license to upload YouTube vlogs of yourself. Only one accent is permissible per vlog.
Gingers can’t dye their hair any other colour. If you’re born that colour then you have to stay that colour. Hayley Williams…
… does not make it cool.
The wearing and transporting of hockey masks and chainsaws at night time is now allowed.
Rihanna is illegal.
Madonna does not exist (and never has).
Every Saturday is the day when everyone goes to have a picnic.
Steps no longer exist, there are only escalators. Indoors and outdoors.
Art is very, very important.
Celebrities are maintained adequately, but work for free, the money they normally earn is directed to various charities and people on the street.
Everyone has to stop what they’re doing and break into a choreographed dance routine when various songs suddenly start playing. Such as Run DMC It’s Like That, Michael Jackson Beat It, Chris Brown Forever and… anything from Glee.
For Halloween, the phrase at people’s doors is no longer “trick or treat” but “It’s Britney, bitch!”
Christmas is optional. Households can celebrate it any day they choose.
Rejection is not permissible. You can only deny offers of marriage. Dates cannot be rejected unless there is a substantiated, unlame reason, which you must declare and verify openly with the party (or parties) involved. You don’t know if you’re shutting the door on your potential one and only.
Everyone will have the ability to fly. Except criminals.
I will probably add to this… but that’s the main jist. Vote for me!
He’s Just Not That Into You
I left the heat on my room now its like a frigging sauna. Anyways, first week of full college lectures is done… Let it be known that my Thursdays are crap. I’m on for three hours straight then I get an hour break, then three more hours. But it’s not just six hours all around the same region of campus, each lecture is on in different buildings which are very far away from each other. So, for example, I have a my 11-1 in Building A, then my 1-2 in Building B. Throughout the six hours its like that, going back and forth between these two places. On foot. It’s not fun. And the main route between these two places involves a shitty up-hill walk, as well as a load of steps.
… I want a massage and I’m going pay for it and get one. So there. I also want a new phone. Mine keeps telling me it has no memory. Even tho I’ve deleted practically everything off of it to make room for messages. 114 messages and it’s like “Delete something so I can send your text” whereas when I first bought it it could store 2-3,000 messages before it would say this.
I spent my evening with the curtains shut, the lights off, lying in on my livingroom couch (which is uncomfortable enough to be called a few planks of wood nailed together with foam cushions on it) with 2 pillows and a blanket, watching He’s Just Not That Into You on my roommate’s DVD player. The main message to all females is simple… he’s just not that into you. If a guy wants you he’ll have you. If he likes you, he’d switch night and day to date you. Despite constant rejection, however, you will end up with the love of your life and he will change his mind and marry you on his yacht.
Shouldn’t lie in the dark filling my head with this modern quasi-fairytale trash but this evening I did. And I love Jennifer Aniston.
And while I feel rant-y… it annoys me so much the way girls bring their boyfriends into female clothing stores. As if the aisles between the rails aren’t narrow enough, there is a solitary, random, abandoned-looking male is standing in my way while I want to go look at shoes. Really. His girlfriend has just dropped in the middle of it while she’s looking at dresses. Why don’t they just go stand outside, instead of being there looking lost and embarrassed.
I also love this song at the moment… altho it confuses me at the start because it has a reference to Catherine/Joe… and I’m thinking this is Catherine and Joe Jackson but I thought he was meant to be a bad man? Unless they’re meaning they’re a perfect match because of the talented kids they had together? I keep thinking Wutherine Heights, but that’s Catherine and Healthcliff. Really good song tho, I’ve had it on repeat.
the plague, mothzilla and my friends called disney, kleenex and vaseline
So my roommate, Plague Girl, has had the plague all this week. I said you should really medicate yourself for that or else it’ll spread and that I’m hyper susceptible to colds and sniffles. I’m nice enough not to dislike her for being sick, it happens to all, but its just sitting there with tissues in the main living area that everyone has to be in that gets me. She should have quarantined herself in her room. Now I have it. Last night I felt it coming along and took some cough syrup and then at 5 a.m. I woke up with that horrible… synus (sp?) pressure thing in the forehead and the bridge of your nose and ugggh… The worst. Anyways, I’m glad I chose to come home this weekend because it means I can concentrate on getting better, away from the city hustle. It’s now half eight or so, I’ve lost all sense of taste and smell, colour in my face and I’m running a temperature so my hair is stuck to the sides of my face and has been all afternoon that I spent watching the Disney Channel… The Return of Jafar (an Aladdin spinoff), Wall.E and The Aristocats while wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with only a glass of a vitamin C water thingy, some Sinutabs… or whatever, a pot of Vaseline and Kleenex tissues for company (my dad abandoned me, saying he too wanted to avoid contamination). And the sound of me breathing through my mouth.
Anyways, last night… somewhere after taking the cough syrup and before the 5 a.m. death knell, when I was in bed trying to sleep… I heard a fluttering against my wall and I opened my eyes and I saw a giant, huge, monster moth flying above me. So naturally, I calmly got out of bed and said hello to it and made it a cup of tea. Not really… I just harpooned myself out of the bed, hit the light, grabbed a book and threw it in the direction of this huge moth, which, no exaggeration, looked like this:
And it got worse because I kinda hit the moth with the book, so it fell onto my bed, but then bounced up and down from it when it was trying to fly again, then, airbourne, it flew right at me. I covered my face, screamed and accidentally turned around and ran into my closet doors, bruising my right knee. =( In all, a crappy 24-48 hours, probably god’s punishment towards me for all the swine flu jokes made in the past.
All I want right now is some hot chicken soup… and maybe watch something I’ve never watched before but keeping meaning to… like Fight Club.
the week
God birthdays are so sticky. STICKY.
And my bloody f–king poster keeps falling down on top of me when I’m lying down on my bed with my laptop on my stomach thinking about being angry. So I just ripped it off, it can stay on the floor.
In all, have had a fairly urgh week of it. There have been 2 moods… pissed off and not pissed off… no happy. Although that all changed today thanks to the Little Mermaid “Part of Your World”. It came on random on iTunes, as if God was saying something to me, while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. So I had to play it three times in a row so I could – through the delicate process of miming along and doing twirls with a toothbrush in my mouth – get it out of my system. Then felt loads better.
Why was I brushing my teeth in the middle of the day… well, asides from excellent dental hygiene… I seem to have inadvertedly chewed a hole into the side of my mouth in my sleep. It’s taking a while to heal. And it’s about the size of your average street manhole cover. It’s probably contributed to my poor week because it means any food that’s salty, sweet, sour… aggravates it. Like I tried to have tomato soup tonight thinking that wouldn’t hurt but it killed.
And I’m officially moved in to my third year college apartment. And as I’m a few days off 20… the questions I want answered are… where am I going and what am I doing!
Coca Cola, The Weather, College Apartment & Britney Spears
It went from gloriously sunny to freezing cold. Or maybe it’s this apartment. =\ Not used to cold rooms in summer/in general. Being at home means central heating and a fireplace you can light whenever you want.Weather today was great tho, nearly being in jeans felt like too much. I spent the late afternoon/evening making dinner in a summery dress. This kind of properly-hot weather is almost like Christmas, it doesnt happen every day so when it does EVERYONE has to get into the spirit. Yo ho ho.
I want a glass of water. It’s so stupid but I’m like… not wanting to leave my room to get it. Really sad. On my 30 Things list below it says you have to learn to live alone and blah blah somewhere… that is easier said than done. But might just risk it.. so thirsty >__< Ice cold pepsi… or coke… would do really well right now. With a straw. And ice. I might damn my caffeine issues and quiet dislike of fizzy drinks and just go get a damn coke tomorrow. Mmmmm.
It’s brown. Its ingredients are relatively unknown. You can actually clean your toilet with it.
In other news… Well, there is no other news. My day has been exhausting, but funny. I moved in with a ton of black plastic bags and wrapping papers and plastic and paper bags and regular suitcases and regular bags and backpacks and I had half of it spread down the hall and not actually in my own room. Kept thinking if my roommate moved in I’d have to explain the mess and that wouldn’t be a good first impression. Hi there, I’ve littered half the hall, my name is Inconsiderate Bitch, what’s yours?
One time I really thought someone was coming in through the door so I literally dropped what I was doing, got onto my knees by my door and in one swift movement, swabbed the entire mess (with one arm) back into my doorway. So if new roommate did walk in, they would see me on the floor with my left arm around a bulk of trash staring nervously at the front door when really… i would ideally like my first impressions to be of the wind-in-my-hair-angels-singing-shining-yellow-light-somewhere-behind-me variety.
Have yet to actually meet either of my 2 roommates.
Britney Spears Oops I Did It Again came on iTunes random, I haven’t listened to any version of the song since I OD’d on the version done by Alvin and the Chipmunks. Anyways, talking bit in the middle of it, which basically goes like this for those of you lucky enough not to know…
“But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end?”
*swauve, male voice* “Well baby, I went down and got it for you.”
“Awhh… you shouldn’t have.”
then the music full blast… OOPS I… DID IT AGAIN TO YOUR HEART!! GOT LOST!! IN THE SAME… fucking blah blah… has made me think.
Music gets in your head. Its like advertisement. I never consciously wanted to know all the words to Oops I Did It Again, but I do. I really do. And I proved this by singing along to it while I was brushing my teeth and, whats more, talking along with the talking bits as quoted above. Shocking how this sort of stuff gets into your mind… also makes me want to talk about how I don’t think its healthy for toy dolls you give to girls (the ones that pee and cry) to be so realistic and… maybe thats another post. Busy day tomorrow, have to get some sleep.
