Thursday, 27 November 2008

7 seconds away, just as long as I stay

I got tagged! By Darth sardonic, you know, the guy who wrote a book. This is me not being jealous, not even a little bit. So.

7 things I plan to do before I die: Graduate. Get a job. Move out (just don't tell anyone). Have sex again. Have a baby. Meet at least someone I met online. Make my parents proud.

7 things I do now: Study. Read. Surf. Chat. Resent. Despair. Hope. Love.

7 things I won't do: Say everything that's on my mind. Write the next great novel. Marry. Move out. Be cruel to an animal. Not procrastinate. Do my best.

7 things that attract me in the opposite sex: Arms. Hands. Face. Wit. Intelligence. Nice butt. Making me howl with laughter.

7 celebrities that I admire: Wentworth Miller. Jared Padalecki. Oprah Winfrey. Nick Hornby. Gibonni. Kate Winslet. J.K. Rowling.

7 favorite foods: These rolls my Mum makes with relish, salami and cheese and the best sauce ever. Pizza. Lasagna. Strudel with ham, cheese, sour cream, mushrooms, corn and oregano. Chocolate. Potato chips. Croissants.

Tagging part. Well. If you're reading this and you have a blog, do it. I don't even think there's 7 of you altogether. LOL

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

This may sound silly but it's true

I had a test in Syntax of Phrase today. I don't know how I did yet, but I was done pretty fast so I had some time to kill. I turned the last, empty page of the test and wrote:

There once was a girl in fourth row
Who Syntax of Phrase did not know
Yet she did her best
In doing the test
So let's hope the score's not too low.

I just hoped it would ease the chagrin my poor analysis of the verbal phrase is bound to cause.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

It hit me like a steal freight train


Gaah, I hate this. I woke up with my nose clogged (I know, just the mental image you needed) and my throat feeling as if it's been ploughed through. And not in a good way (LOL, have another pleasant mental image there). At first I was cold. Now I'm boiling. My eyes might be watering from time to time, and my nose is running. It's the best Sunday ever.
At least I can explain the headache: I totally forgot to have some coffee what with all the tea and honey, and pills and lozenges. THANK GOD I have no classes tomorrow.
I think I'm coming down with fever.
Someone entertain me.

Saturday, 22 November 2008

There's no good reason for the way you love me

So I have this friend. And it's weird because I sort of didn't realise we're actually, you know, friends. I mean, we've met and we sometimes hang out in groups, and as of recently we chat sometimes as well, but also we meet for coffees sometimes, just the two of us. And it's... well, it amazes me that there's someone out there who goes: Hey, wanna meet me so we'd talk for a while for no other reason than just spend some time together? Because it's, like, he doesn't have to spend time with me, but he wants to. And that's... well, it's weird. And yeah, kinda awesome. *grins* And the best part is, he's smart and sweet, and he probably has seven hundred better people to hang out with than me. So it's flattering. Oh, and he's totally engaged to an awesome girl so don't be getting any ideas, a'ight?
So anyway, the other day I had this gmail status that said "A lil' bit blue." and he popped out on chat:
Puki: aaaw
what happened?
me: lol nuthin'
the methinks it's a premature bday bluesscratch the "the"
Puki: and when would the bday be?
me: in a month
LOL
super mi je ovaj engleski, volim ga (this English is great, I love it)

Puki: Aaaaaw you females are so cute wen you're hormonaaaal :D
točno (right)

sad sam skonto da ne moramo na engleskom (I just realised we don't have to do this in English)

:)
me: hahaha pa jesmo slatke, dok ne postanemo opake (well we are cute till we turn vicious)
Puki: Ah, znam .... :( (Ah, I know...)
(...)
Puki: Kako si ti opčenito? Jesi li druželjubljivija nego inače? Kad ćeš naletit na kavu? Nažalost, faks me jako odvlači prema bolnici, no nekako se možemo skontat (So how are you in general? More sociable than normally? When will you stop by for a coffee? Sadly college's been dragging me toward the hospital a lot, but we'll figure it out somehow)

me: da, pa osjećam se dosta druželjubivo, mogu ti reć (yeah, well I've been feeling rather sociable, to tell you the truth)

Puki: Ajde! :D (No way!)


So then we met on Friday and he says: There's a webcomic you have to start reading. I asked why, and he said: There's this chick, and she's just like you. Like how, I asked. She's totally sarcastic and everyone's afraid of her. There are no words that could express the love I felt for him right at that moment.
And now we come to the point of this entire post. What? You thought I had none? Pfft. Anyway. I did start reading the comic. And it's fantastic! And the chick? Well. Let's just say, being compared to her is a huge fucking compliment. Not anyone would take it as such, but I sure as hell am. God, I hope people see me as sarcastic and scary and worth the trouble. Best people usually are.
Also, here's a little illustration:


AND

P.S. She's also a bit on the pudgy side. She's got a larger butt and some belly and the guy is still hopelessly in love with her. I think she's the awesomest character ever. So if you're curious: Questionable Content

P.P.S. I'm not proud of what I'm about to write now. I've been informed that an ex I broke up with 4 years ago hasn't gotten over me yet. It's horrible and sad, but my ego did a little happy dance upon hearing that. Yes, I'm a terrible person. But at least I don't hide it.

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Oh yes I'm the great pretender, adrift in a world of my own

Monday, 17 November 2008

I don't know if it's me

A NOTE: This post is inspired by two very separate things. One more recent is a class I had today in which a professor spoke of the term "author" and different ways a person defines himself or herself. The other one is a piece of fanfiction that I read a long time ago and that made me think of myself in terms of defining words. Vocabulary is a story in which a 16 year old boy is given a sentence to finish for homework, a sentence that goes "I am ________ ." and he is only allowed to use one word to finish it. You don't have to read it, but I do recommend it. For the longest time I tried to come up with that one word. I couldn't do it. Instead, here's my list.

I AM:

a female: I'm not saying "a girl" because I believe I outgrew it. I'm not saying "a woman" because I believe I have some serious amount of growing up to do before I can step into a woman's shoes. God help me, I'll quote Britney Spears: Not a girl, not yet a woman. I am, however, a female, which in many ways determines not only the way I look at the world, but also the way the world looks at me. I am predetermined by nature to give birth, to be a mother. I have a brain that functions in a certain way, different than a man's. Being a female sets grounds for everything that comes next.

a daughter: I've been blessed with wonderful parents, even though they didn't always do a splendid job at raising me. But I am loved. And that is a lot.

a sister: It's the best. It's the worst. We have a bond that I am almost positive would never break. But nothing can tear me to pieces easier than one well aimed sentence form my sister's mouth. She knows all of my weak spots and she knows hot to hit each and every one perfectly. And the comparison never ceases. There's no getting away from me vs. her-concept. Is she prettier than me? Is she smarter? Do they love her more? Is she more successful? And if so, am I therefore a failure? Does she makes me look like a loser? Is she better than me?

a reader: I've been a reader since I can remember. The story says I learned to read at the age of 4 and I never stopped since. To be honest, I read a lot of really bad literature. But something worthwhile sneaks in from time to time. The best thing about reading is that even from crap you get to learn something. If it's merely a single new word, so be it - it's more than I knew yesterday. Do not judge me for what I read.

a student: This should make me feel good. But it doesn't. Every time I think of being a 2nd year student at the age of 27, I cringe. What the hell have I been doing with my life and what the hell do I think I'll be doing if I ever do get my degree? I don't know. I don't know, I don't know. But it doesn't look good.

a quitter: Everything I ever started, everything I ever touched, everything I ever thought of doing, I gave up on. I gave up on friendships. I gave up on relationships (no matter how very few of those I even engaged into). I gave up on schooling. I gave up on jobs. I gave up on myself. Once my boss said to me: "I don't doubt you'll make it, you're determined enough." and I stared at him thinking: "You have no idea who I am, you don't know the first thing about me, and you couldn't be more wrong."

a Catholic: I'm not an active one. I don't go to Church, I don't pray. I believe in God but that's it. Yet, just by being born one, I have these beliefs that are ingrained into me, about heaven and hell and what is right and what is wrong (just so we're clear, I'm pretty sure I'm heading downwards). And don't even get me started on the Catholic guilt. Why is that the thing that sticks the most, is beyond me, but it's there, every step of the way.

a Croat: It's actually rather stupid to feel proud for being this nationality or that one, given that you're born one or another without any choice, but I am. I can't put my finger on it, on why I should feel proud, but every time I hear the national anthem, I tear up. Being a Croat also determines the way I see the world in a lot of way. I cannot not see it from my country's perspective. I cannot view things as an American or a Chinese. The culture I was brought up in helped building me into what I am.

a single: I am single because I have chosen not to commit to anyone. I have chosen not to give up on parts of myself to make room for someone else. I am single because I'm selfish. Or am I selfish because I can be, since I have no one to make compromises for?

a fangirl: Yes, I am. I spend more time looking at pictures of this or that actor, watching films and shows that they're on, than doing anything that involves my family or is in any way benefitial for me. I can't explain why it is so important to me. But it's what I do and it makes me happy. And is for the most part a secret to the real world.

an online persona: More of them, actually. Each of you know some side of me that I let be seen. It allows me to be free in many ways. I can read what I want online. I can say what I want online - there will always be people who agree with me. I can spill my emotions to the screen and it's cathartic and it helps in dealing with the world. It also makes it harder because there's no delete button in the real world. And it's messing with my mind. A lot.

And how do you define me? Seriously, I want to know. What is your word for me?

Friday, 14 November 2008

Call the clowns and listen closely Part II

Now with the actual clown.