damnmydooah: (Default)
With Springsteen songs, obviously.

Are you female or male: Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
>Describe yourself: Part Man, Part Monkey
>How do some people feel about you: My Best Was Never Good Enough
>How do you feel about yourself: Hungry Heart
>Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Lion's Den
>Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: A Good Man Is Hard To Find
>Describe where you want to be: New York City Serenade
>Describe what you want to be: Mary Queen of Arkansas
>Describe how you live: Blinded By The Light
>Describe how you love: Cautious Man
>Share a few words of wisdom: It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City
damnmydooah: (Default)

Take Up A Resourceful Hobby

You want to be doing something tangible that matters, and you want to do it with the stuff you have. You're concerned about saving everything, from time to knowledge to stuff, and don't like throwing any of it away.

Our Potentially Ridiculous Hobby Suggestion For You:
Baking Casseroles
Learn to make cassaroles! They use every type of food, and you can usually uneaten portions to enjoy at a much later date.

Take up a hobby at spacefem.com!
Your scores:

damnmydooah: (Default)
I hab a code. I hade habing a code. I'b all snivvy ad sduvvy. Id sugs. Ad I hab do go do de library sood. Bleh.

[livejournal.com profile] cheroon  asked me a couple of weeks ago what happened to my LJ, since I never posted anything anymore. Well, it's still here, obviously; it's just that this past semester has been such a whirlwind of actually having to do a shitload of work that apart from checking my friends' list every day, posting wasn't really at the forefront of my mind. Plus, I didn't really have much more to say than, "Lots of work. Going insane. Six more weeks of winter." Actually, that last part doesn't make any sense. Just popped into my head. Blame the phlegm.

But really, it has been a shitload of work. The past two years, I had maybe a maximum of 20 points per semester, and suddenly I'm doing 35 in this one. Needless to say, that kind of hit me over the head. So much so, that a couple of weeks ago I had a breakdown. I'd been feeling sort of shaky and dizzy for a couple of days, and my back was killing me because I was sitting behind the computer so much, as well as working two days a week, and one day, during one of Hans' classes, I just simply broke down. I tripped, and nearly spilled my coffee, and the next moment, I was bawling like a baby. I think I might have scared a couple of people, actually. Hans sent me home and told me to come talk to him the next day, which I did, during which we decided that I would simply continue, because dropping a course was really not an option, because that would either mean doing 40 points next semester, or studying even longer.

That was about six or seven weeks ago, and I'm still here. I'm pretty sure I'm developing carpal tunnel syndrome from sitting behind the computer so much, but at least I haven't had another breakdown like that one. And while I have no idea what I'm doing in at least one of the classes I'm following right now, I'm doing quite well otherwise. Scored a 9 for a position paper in Visser's class, which proves that the one Hans gave me for my Proficiency IV paper wasn't just a happy fluke. Hans' class itself is pretty straightforward, so I'm confident about that one as well. The only thing I'm a little worried about is Dekker's class, because, as I said, I really have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. But I'll either figure it out or just muddle along, and hopefully don't cock it up.

I also have been thinking about maybe, kinda, sorta becoming a cop. It's in the back of my mind, but it's not really leaving. This silly old show that I became so addicted to over the summer has actually kind of broadened my world. Before I started watching it, I was blissfully ignorant of the kind of shit that can go on right next door. But this whole issue of child abuse, child molestation and rape... well, it's terrible. Because it happens everywhere, and all the time. It is estimated that almost a million children a year are abused in the United States alone. That's quite a number. And the idea of having a job in which I could maybe do something about that, even on the smallest scale, well, it kind of appeals to me. I would, however, finish my studies first. I've looked at the website of the police academy, and with a Masters in something, the training would take about two years. And I think there's even a program where you could train for half the time, and work the rest. There's also a training specifically geared towards becoming a detective.

I don't know. I'll see. For now I have to look up things about prologues to the court.

damnmydooah: (Default)
For the past three days, I've woken up like this:

"Oh, I'm awake. Hm, I don't have to pee yet, so I can snooze for a bit. Lalala. Hm, I have to this for WEM1 still. Oh, and that other thing for WEM3. I should really catch up my reading, too. I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to complete that assignment today, but I won't have a lot of time for it tomorrow. Shit, there's not gonna be enough hours in the day today. Plus, I also still have to take care of that thing. Oh man, I'm gonna hate today. Okay, I have to pee now. Better get out of bed."

Because of all this, today, just like yesterday, I'm gonna skip a class that I like in order to be prepared for a class I don't really like.

In a word: meh.
damnmydooah: (Default)
Hm, I had a good day today. I had many things to buy, the first priority being a new bike. I didn't buy that today. But I probably will tomorrow. Does anybody know the Fietsfabriek, in the Ebbingestraat? I went there to look at the new bikes, figuring I wouldn't be able to afford them. Which I am not, by the way. They all cost around 750 bucks. That's more than what I got paid this month. But tomorrow they've got an "omafiets" coming in, for 140. It's an old one, and therefore a good one, and I don't think 140 is too much too pay for that. I hope it's good, because I love omafietsen. They're comfortable.

Anywho, I won't turn this into a superlong story, because, honestly, it's not even all that interesting. Suffice it to say that I had many useful things to buy which were going to cost me a lot of money, which did not make me happy. But yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] cutefairyapple offered to help me shop and let me tell, if you need a shopping buddy, she is the one to count on. She facilitated great-jeans-buying like a pro. I am now the proud owner of a fantastically dark (almost black, even) pair of jeans that are not too long. And for only 20 bucks! She also provided the voice of reason when I really wanted to buy new shoes actually. (I am not eloquent in this post. Fuck it.) The thing is, I kind of need new shoes, because the old ones are particularly busted on the inside. But I also have to pay my father back, and pay many bills and take my cat to the vet (nothing serious, just vaccinations). So I did try on shoes, and fell in love with them, and really kind of wanted to buy them and was very very very close to actually doing so, and then Genie prevented me from doing so. I do, however, think I might be buying them with my stufi.

Also, I smoked in a bar! Haha! We went to Der Witz so I could buy Genie a thank-you drink and there were people smoking! It made me happy.

Anyway, not a very coherent post, but that is because my head is filled with content.

Oh, afterthought: maybe you thought that the title referred to a boy. It doesn't, obviously, as it refers to the shoes. Thing is, though, I am always a little bit in love. Whether it be with my cat, a pair of shoes, or an actual boy. It's nice. To be a lot in love with someone that doesn't return your feelings is desperation-inducing, but being a little bit in love is nice. Right now I'm a little bit in love with shoes and with Christopher Meloni.

Hm... nice.

damnmydooah: (Default)
If you're on my friends-list, I'd like to know 35 things about you. I don't care if we've never even talked (but let's hope we have). Copy-paste this, fill it out, post in a comment.

1. Are you currently in a serious relationship?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. If I bought you a drink what would it be?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you?
8. Any tattoos and/or piercings? Explain where.
9. Worst habit?
10. If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Do you have a negative or optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you.
16. Do you have any pets?
17. What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18. What was your first impression of me?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or can soda?
25. If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
27. What's your favorite place to hang?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. Do you believe in/appreciate romance?
34. Do you believe in God?
35. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
damnmydooah: (Default)
In case anybody needed irrefutable proof that I'm the biggest fucking idiot in the whole wide world:

My bike got stolen somewhere between six last night and just now because I forgot to lock it.


You're welcome.
damnmydooah: (Default)
Yesterday, I:

Broke a wall (seriously)

Was startled by a black cat crossing me (uh-oh)

Did the dishes and cleaned my room (wohey!)
damnmydooah: (Default)
Huh. I passed Journalism III. With a 7. This is really very weird. This was the third time I did this exam, and the third time that I didn't read the book or attended all of the classes or really in general knew what the hell I was doing. Granted, the exam was easier than the one last year, but I still didn't expect to pass it with such a decent grade, or even at all. It only took me 50 minutes, too. It's very strange. And cool.

Sadly, I had my 700,000th resit for World Lit. yesterday, and that was an unmitigated disaster. I had a panic attack. Actually, I had two. Finally, after an hour and ten lines of utter nonsense written, I left. I feel really stupid for doing this, but since I was trying to silently cry my eyes out, it just wasn't working. World Lit. is the bane of my existence. I have emailed Hans to talk about the vrije bachelor. I don't ever want to take another World Lit. exam again. I am actually hoping that this post is the last time I'll ever type the words "World Lit." That would be awesome.

I still can't believe I passed Journalism.
damnmydooah: (Default)
May 1st


- 1851 - The Great Exhibition opens in London by Queen Victoria.
- 1927 - The first cooked meals on a scheduled flight are introduced on an Imperial Airways flight from London to Paris.
- 1978 - Japan's Naomi Uemura, travelling by dog sled, becomes the first person to reach the North Pole alone.
- 1992 - On the third day of the 1992 Los Angeles riots, African-American activist, criminal, and victim of police beating Rodney King appears in public before television news cameras to appeal for calm and plead for peace, asking, "People, I just want to say, you know, can we all get along?".


- 1852 - Calamity Jane, American Wild West performer (d. 1903) (Remember her from the Lucky Luke comics? She was awesome!)
- 1946 - Joanna Lumley, English actress
- 1950 - Dann Florek, American actor (He's the Captain on SVU! Awesomeness...)


- 1539 - Isabella of Portugal, queen of Spain and empress of Germany (b. 1503)
- 1731 - Johann Ludwig Bach, German composer (b. 1677)


- Northern Europe - Walpurgis Night.
damnmydooah: (Default)
I just ate almost an entire apple in the time it took me to walk from the supermarket back to my front door. In case you're unfamiliar with where I live, that can't be more than 200 metres.

My lips are itching, but it was soooo good. Apples are my drugs.
damnmydooah: (Default)
This just in: Student hits self in nose with laundry basket. Charges of idiocy have been filed and the suspect is expected to serve the maximum punishment of ten days of isolated shame. At the trial, the defendant had this to say: "Ow."
damnmydooah: (Default)
Still obsessed. I want to be Olivia Benson and do Elliot Stabler.



I think the thing with big men like Stabler (or should I say Christopher Meloni? I'm not sure. They look the same, obviously, but I think it's the character that I'm attracted to. Erm. Embarassing nerdness.) is that there's an element of protection. I don't necessarily like all big, muscly men - for instance, bodybuilders totally creep me out, and all these posters of big muscly men sitting on a building in New York doesn't really do it for me either. But I think it's the same thing that happened when I had that dream about Vin Diesel some time back, where we were sitting on the couch and he was holding me and I felt really safe. I'm still convinced that there was nothing sexual about that dream. With Stabler, the whole protection thing is a little questionable, since he does have some anger management issues, and I really wouldn't want to see that rage directed at me. When it's directed on behalf of a person, though, that's pretty... well... protective (drat. Need bigger vocabulary).

In other news, I dripped olive oil into my cat's eye today. On purpose.
damnmydooah: (Default)
So... did you get that post? Because if you did, you might know me better than I know myself.

See, this is what these days do to me. They get me all weird and introspective. And I become a night person. That sucks too.
damnmydooah: (Default)
I hate having nothing to do. Waking up in the morning with no clear view of what the day is going to look like. Wondering what day it actually is, because today feels the exact same as yesterday, or the day before that.

Well, it's not that I have absolutely nothing to do. I should really clean my room, for instance. I should do laundry. I could finally strip the stairs of its four layers of paint. I could finally start doing Pilates again, a plan I've had for three weeks now. What I *should* be doing, dammit, is delivering mail to people's houses and falling in bed at the end of the day, unable to move anymore. But unfortunately, due to a new system at the TNT which still has "teething problems," I'm not going to be able to start until Thursday or Friday. I'm losing more than a week of working because of a stupid new system. And because I'm losing work, I've told the guy that I wanted to work as much as possible, which means that he's going to put me on sorting duty as well, which means that I'm going to have to be there at 8.15 every morning. Stupid computer system.

What I *have* been doing, however, is become completely obsessed with Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. As in, completely. As in, having spent the last three days bent over my computer, Googling, YouTube-ing and yes, fanfiction-ing the hell out of that show. It's my own fault, really. It used to be just a pleasant little distraction. A tv show you could count on being on Net5 almost every day around ten thirty, when all there was left to watch was the ending of bad movies or Comedy Central, which was just airing another episode of The Office that I'd already seen. But then somehow, for some reason, at the end of last week, I taped an episode of SVU. And watched it the next day. And before I knew it, I was googling "law and order svu fanfiction" and getting completely lost in these two ridiculously attractive characters. God, I even watched endless "music videos" on YouTube, extolling the virtues of E/O, as it's called. I mean, I used to avoid these videos like the plague when it came to the X-Files.  But suddenly, I find myself entranced, and going through the whole bloody series on tv.com, tracking what's been happening to Elliot and Olivia the past nine years, trying my damnedest to find particular episodes to download and getting increasingly frustrated with the internet, which has suddenly decided to become incredibly slow, making the download of season 8 take several days. I find myself unable to wait for tonight, when Net5 is going to air a double episode, and checking teletext to see which episodes and then looking them up first on tv.com and then on YouTube, just to see if there are any tender moments in the ep.

I haven't been this obsessed with a show since the X-Files. But the thing is, I got completely sick of most of the fanfiction halfway through sunday, because they were either all the same, or way too long with absolutely nothing happening. I've watched the same video on YouTube too many times. I've scoured the internet for the pictures appearing in the YouTube videos and becoming increasingly frustrated when I couldn't find them.

I'm a little embarassed about it, actually. It's giving me a strange feeling of voyeurism, like I'm prying into these people's personal lives, when they don't even actually exist. Although the actors seem like really cool people. I mean, Mariska Hargitay seems like an incredibly happy person and Christopher Meloni is really ridiculously smoldering, even though he's got a receding hairline and blue eyes, where usually I like brown ones better. But they just seem really nice together. Although, luckily, I've managed to avoid fanfiction about the actors rather than the characters, because I find that to be just rather ridiculous.

I think maybe I wouldn't mind being a cop. As in, a detective. I don't think I'd be too bad at it, either. Plus, it would add great purpose to my life. I'd like that. Have a great purpose in life. I've been thinking about things like that lately. About life, and purposes, and things that are meant to be or not. And I had this thought that went something like this: I would be fine if I were never meant to be rich. It would be fine if I were never meant to be famous, or have a great job. It would even be fine if I were never meant to be thin. I would be perfectly okay with all of this. But it wouldn't be fine if I were never meant to be loved. That's what my thoughts usually stray towards when I think about these things. Because I look around, and I see all these people that are together, and engaged, and happy, and have somebody to hold at night and I'm thinking, how do they do it? Because when I think of something like that, I just see unsurmountable obstacles that are in the way of me ever getting something like that. Obstacles like... well, just big, nameless and faceless obstacles, like a big mountain made of air.

I just feel strange. Not particularly unhappy, but strange. Purposeless. It'll be better when I can finally start my job, I'm sure.
damnmydooah: (Default)
I had a rather pleasant day today. I was up nicely on time, kicked out the cat, did my usual rounds on the internet. Then I went to the bookstore to do some last straightening and cleaning up (I cleaned the kitchen. It needed it). Then I sat outside behind the bookstore in the sun reading Bridget Jones' Diary, played some unintentional phone tag with [profile] mirdove (something to do with providers and what not. Very confusing and irritating), chatted with Inez, bought walking socks and two more shirts (I think I meant consumerism in the last post. Took me a while to figure it out), ate a broodje bapoa and got a milkshake.

Let's see, I did something else today. What was it again? What, oh what?

Oh yes!

I went to the university to see if Hans had put my essay in his outbox but he hadn't so I knocked on his door and asked if he'd had a chance to check it yet and he had but he had to write down some thoughts first but then he found and he gave me a 6 so now I have 170 points and I can starts my Master next year.

So that's what I did today.
Page generated Sep. 21st, 2017 01:37 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios