Alright, I'm so not amused right now.
I was like already halfway over the guy and then my scumbag subconscious decided to troll me with some bitch-ass dream that just basically ruined all my progress and now I feel like a little girl with a crush. Again.
I so do not need this right now!
D:.
~Levyathan
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Kind of disappointing
Alright, I'll admit it: I seem to be about the only person in the world who hasn't yet seen Sherlock.
I've started watching it this week and I love it to bits, but everytime I start talking to someone about how cool it is, they're like "yeah I know right, what, you hadn't seen it?". I have a reason for this, though. It's only very recently that I've even begun watching regular tv shows. It never really occured to me that you can just download them and watch them in the right order at your own convenience. My brain must be broken. Anyway, once I started watching, some series caught my attention really quickly, although that is probably partly because I picked those because I was pretty sure I'd love them. Whatever.
So I started watching Sherlock. And along with season one and two, I'd gotten the unaired pilot. I don't know if you guys have seen it. Anyway, it was labeled episode 0, so I figured I'd watch it before watching episode 1. I watched it, and I freaking loved it. To bits. Imagine my frustration when I found out that not only was episode one basically the same episode, I liked the pilot better. It put me off, a little. I haven't tried asking people if I was the only one to have this reaction, but I might.
Even with that, though, I still love the show. I'm kind of sad it only has three episodes a season. :(.
~Lev
I've started watching it this week and I love it to bits, but everytime I start talking to someone about how cool it is, they're like "yeah I know right, what, you hadn't seen it?". I have a reason for this, though. It's only very recently that I've even begun watching regular tv shows. It never really occured to me that you can just download them and watch them in the right order at your own convenience. My brain must be broken. Anyway, once I started watching, some series caught my attention really quickly, although that is probably partly because I picked those because I was pretty sure I'd love them. Whatever.
So I started watching Sherlock. And along with season one and two, I'd gotten the unaired pilot. I don't know if you guys have seen it. Anyway, it was labeled episode 0, so I figured I'd watch it before watching episode 1. I watched it, and I freaking loved it. To bits. Imagine my frustration when I found out that not only was episode one basically the same episode, I liked the pilot better. It put me off, a little. I haven't tried asking people if I was the only one to have this reaction, but I might.
Even with that, though, I still love the show. I'm kind of sad it only has three episodes a season. :(.
~Lev
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
6 credits, get!
Alrighty. We're just about finishing up the second semester over here. As such, I've just rounded off the second semester practical. I haven't gotten my final grade yet but I know I've made it. This means I just got 6 more 'study credits'. About that, I have no idea what kind of measures or whatever they employ in other countries. All I know is that when you go to uni here in the Netherlands, they've got this kind of system to ensure people who won't be able to handle it can't continue. Basically all classes in the first year have a set amount of credits bound to them, and the only way to earn the credits is by passing the course. I'm not sure about the details because as of yet there's no sign of impending threat heading my way, but I'm pretty sure that somewhere a few months from now, we'll be assessed by the higher-ups. It will be a very simple evaluation: by that time, you've got to have earned a set margin of the total amount of points that can be earned in the year. If you haven't made it, you're not allowed to continue with the study. I'm pretty sure there's also some rule that says that when you've received this binding negative advice, as they call it, you're not allowed to come back and try the same study again, whereas if you know you're not gonna make it and you quit a month ahead, you'll be able to start over in the next year. The good thing is that there's no extra effort required; just passing all your classes nets you all the credits you need. It's why I feel no need to dally on the particulars while so far I've passed everything.
But I digress. Horribly. What I was going to say was that we finished up this practical, Project Biochemistry, by holding a mini-symposium. This meant that the groups all had to give a presentation and make a research poster. I happen to have been in an awesome group and as such we did quite well: we got a 7.5 out of 10 for the presentation, which is only half a point lower than the highest mark, and we got an 8 for the poster, which is the highest mark. It's good to know that something good came of the fact we had to get up at obscenely early o'clock. ;).
Also, in other news, I'm currently listening to a newly devised playlist that holds all of the songs that were played in the first two seasons of Supernatural. Or, well, the ones I could find, anyway. I think it's good reference for some good ol' rock. I don't listen to that shit enough.
Anyway, since I've tempted you with Supernatural and therefore possibly conjured images of Jensen Ackles, here's another one :D<3.
But I digress. Horribly. What I was going to say was that we finished up this practical, Project Biochemistry, by holding a mini-symposium. This meant that the groups all had to give a presentation and make a research poster. I happen to have been in an awesome group and as such we did quite well: we got a 7.5 out of 10 for the presentation, which is only half a point lower than the highest mark, and we got an 8 for the poster, which is the highest mark. It's good to know that something good came of the fact we had to get up at obscenely early o'clock. ;).
Also, in other news, I'm currently listening to a newly devised playlist that holds all of the songs that were played in the first two seasons of Supernatural. Or, well, the ones I could find, anyway. I think it's good reference for some good ol' rock. I don't listen to that shit enough.
Anyway, since I've tempted you with Supernatural and therefore possibly conjured images of Jensen Ackles, here's another one :D<3.
Pretteh. :).
~Levyathan
Friday, January 11, 2013
Nocturnal ruminations
There are questions you can't ask. For various reasons. Now, I'm not getting at questions that probe into people's personal lives or anything like that.
What I mean is, there are certain things I'll probably never know because I can't outright ask them. I've always been a very self-conscious person, and up till recently also a generally self-deprecating one. It was only a few months ago that I started seeing myself as someone who boys in their right mind might possibly be interested in, but I feel like I haven't really accepted it yet, still. Maybe it's because my view of myself varies greatly from day to day, and so there is no real set opinion I have of myself, but I always wonder how people view me. I wonder how my attractiveness compares to that of the girls around me, even though that is really quite a subjective notion.
I find myself sometimes looking at girls and thinking it strange that they can get a boyfriend and I don't seem to be able to, even though it's horrible of me to judge them as being less pretty than I am when I don't really have any ground to stand on. (Also, very importantly, I'm not desperately looking for a boyfriend. I guess it would be nice for a change, but I'm not one of those people who sees life as useless when not in a relationship. Which is a good thing, or I might've offed myself ages ago x'D).
But really, even if it weren't horribly desperate to ask people whether they think you are pretty, it's not an easy question to have answered earnestly. If the hypothetical person I'd have asked this question thought I wasn't anything special, that would hurt. Nevermind the fact I've been convinced of that for most of my life, having someone else say it would be extremely bad. On the other hand, what with having had said conviction for that long, if the person were to say I was in fact quite attractive, I'd probably be disinclined to believe them. It's a lose-lose situation, really.
Back on the boyfriend subject, by the way, I don't even think I'd be suited for having a relationship. But the list of reasons for that is long and depressing and I won't bother you with it right now.
Um. Yeah. I'm not sure I won't feel incredibly silly in the morning for having posted this, but whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Or possibly burn it.
Good night ;)
~Lev
What I mean is, there are certain things I'll probably never know because I can't outright ask them. I've always been a very self-conscious person, and up till recently also a generally self-deprecating one. It was only a few months ago that I started seeing myself as someone who boys in their right mind might possibly be interested in, but I feel like I haven't really accepted it yet, still. Maybe it's because my view of myself varies greatly from day to day, and so there is no real set opinion I have of myself, but I always wonder how people view me. I wonder how my attractiveness compares to that of the girls around me, even though that is really quite a subjective notion.
I find myself sometimes looking at girls and thinking it strange that they can get a boyfriend and I don't seem to be able to, even though it's horrible of me to judge them as being less pretty than I am when I don't really have any ground to stand on. (Also, very importantly, I'm not desperately looking for a boyfriend. I guess it would be nice for a change, but I'm not one of those people who sees life as useless when not in a relationship. Which is a good thing, or I might've offed myself ages ago x'D).
But really, even if it weren't horribly desperate to ask people whether they think you are pretty, it's not an easy question to have answered earnestly. If the hypothetical person I'd have asked this question thought I wasn't anything special, that would hurt. Nevermind the fact I've been convinced of that for most of my life, having someone else say it would be extremely bad. On the other hand, what with having had said conviction for that long, if the person were to say I was in fact quite attractive, I'd probably be disinclined to believe them. It's a lose-lose situation, really.
Back on the boyfriend subject, by the way, I don't even think I'd be suited for having a relationship. But the list of reasons for that is long and depressing and I won't bother you with it right now.
Um. Yeah. I'm not sure I won't feel incredibly silly in the morning for having posted this, but whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Or possibly burn it.
Good night ;)
~Lev
Thursday, January 10, 2013
My head hurts.
So it's been a rather long time, huh? Sorry about that, it just keeps slipping my mind. Inspiration does strike every now and again, but it's always at the most inconvenient of times. Right when I'm about to fall asleep at 2 in the morning, or in the middle of a lecture when I haven't got my lovely laptop-chan with me. The problem is that by the time I get around to writing anything, the inspiration and will to write have generally dissipated. Thankfully I have a very bossy friend who keeps nagging at me to start blogging again (yes, that's you, mister FussyFang xD). No matter that I haven't really got much to say, just this talking to myself - or rather, a hypothetical audience - works quite soothing sometimes.
Anyway, something's happened to make me resuscitate this dead concept. I fainted in the practical lab monday morning, and I had the brilliant luck to fall from a stool I was sitting on with my head at about standing level (not a very logical description, perhaps, but bear with me please) and end up with the back of my head on the floor. Obviously I'm quite unsure what happened since I wasn't actually conscious for it, but it's probably comparable to standing upright and falling straight backwards, cracking your skull onto the ground. Except, you know, my skull didn't actually crack. Thank god for that.
But even without that, the fainting itself was pretty scary. I've never fainted before, not ever. At first I thought I was going to barf, but then I saw this sort of haze coming into my vision from the edges. It closed in on itself, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, completely disoriented, feeling like I'd just woken up from a normal dream and wondering what the hell I was doing on the laboratory floor with my head feeling like someone'd stabbed a knife into it. Luckily both the assistents present knew first aid and they helped me get up slowly and aided me in getting my body back under control. I was really shaky and pale, though, and I'd scared the living daylights out of my lab group. Not to mention myself. I found the Huygens building (where us scientific people are generally located) actually has rooms with beds in them, for people who need to rest.
Because of the unfortunate area of impact, there was a pretty good chance of a concussion. I didn't feel the signs, but everybody kept cautioning me to warn somebody as soon as I started feeling sick or light-headed, or got a huge headache. I haven't felt well since it happened, but the doctor ruled out anything but a very mild concussion, which is not dangerous as long as I keep my rest. As such, I opted not to go to uni today, rather I've slept in and taken everything slowly. I have only the occasional flash of headache, but the bump on my head still hurts like a bitch. I'm actually morbidly curious what color my skin has right now, as it feels like a sort of plum-purplish. But perhaps that's exaggerated.
As it happens, tomorrow is going to be a day where the only class I have is Molecular Structure, which I'm pretty sure I can afford to miss. As such, I'm heading on home in a while. It'll be good to be around my family for a while. I never hate living on my own, but it sucks most when I feel awful. There's just something sad about being sick far away from home.
Okay, this has become unexpectedly long. I was going to say some more stuff about totally unrelated topics but I guess I'll leave it as is.
Cheers!
~Levyathan
Anyway, something's happened to make me resuscitate this dead concept. I fainted in the practical lab monday morning, and I had the brilliant luck to fall from a stool I was sitting on with my head at about standing level (not a very logical description, perhaps, but bear with me please) and end up with the back of my head on the floor. Obviously I'm quite unsure what happened since I wasn't actually conscious for it, but it's probably comparable to standing upright and falling straight backwards, cracking your skull onto the ground. Except, you know, my skull didn't actually crack. Thank god for that.
But even without that, the fainting itself was pretty scary. I've never fainted before, not ever. At first I thought I was going to barf, but then I saw this sort of haze coming into my vision from the edges. It closed in on itself, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, completely disoriented, feeling like I'd just woken up from a normal dream and wondering what the hell I was doing on the laboratory floor with my head feeling like someone'd stabbed a knife into it. Luckily both the assistents present knew first aid and they helped me get up slowly and aided me in getting my body back under control. I was really shaky and pale, though, and I'd scared the living daylights out of my lab group. Not to mention myself. I found the Huygens building (where us scientific people are generally located) actually has rooms with beds in them, for people who need to rest.
Because of the unfortunate area of impact, there was a pretty good chance of a concussion. I didn't feel the signs, but everybody kept cautioning me to warn somebody as soon as I started feeling sick or light-headed, or got a huge headache. I haven't felt well since it happened, but the doctor ruled out anything but a very mild concussion, which is not dangerous as long as I keep my rest. As such, I opted not to go to uni today, rather I've slept in and taken everything slowly. I have only the occasional flash of headache, but the bump on my head still hurts like a bitch. I'm actually morbidly curious what color my skin has right now, as it feels like a sort of plum-purplish. But perhaps that's exaggerated.
As it happens, tomorrow is going to be a day where the only class I have is Molecular Structure, which I'm pretty sure I can afford to miss. As such, I'm heading on home in a while. It'll be good to be around my family for a while. I never hate living on my own, but it sucks most when I feel awful. There's just something sad about being sick far away from home.
Okay, this has become unexpectedly long. I was going to say some more stuff about totally unrelated topics but I guess I'll leave it as is.
Cheers!
~Levyathan
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