Yesterday I met up with a couple of friends from high school and we went out to a bar. It was great fun and we should totally repeat that sometime. I guess it was made doubly awesome (although I do kind of feel guilty about it) by the fact that I didn't spend a penny. I got through the night on rounds from everyone.
It was probably helped along by the fact that prior to going to the actual bar, we all had a shot of Smirnoff Triple Distilled (or, as we've come to call it, 'Triple Gross') which according to the label contains 37.5% alcohol. It wasn't even that gross, it just burned a whole lot, going down.
Either way, we had a great time, I caught up with some other friends and colleagues, and after all these adventures I didn't even wind up with a hangover. I'm basically a boss.
And probably just really lucky. I know at least some of the others aren't faring as well as I am. I feel bad for those guys.
Now, something I haven't told you guys yet about the practicals is that every week a couple of people have to stay after hours and make sure everything is left the way it should be (we call 'em "zaalcommissarisen" or "zaalco's", which means as much as the supervising director for a certain lab hall). They also have the duty to bring cake which all of us can enjoy during the breaks. This week it is my turn, and so the house is smelling delicious with the aromas of fine bakery.
By the way, practical lasts from 8:30 to 17:00, with breaks from 10:00-10:30, 12:30-13:30, and 15:00-15:30.
The half-hour breaks are spent with the people from our own lab hall, and that's when the cake is devoured, while 12:30-13:30 is the regular lunch period and we generally spend that together as group 6. (Meaning the people I went through the introduction with. We're still all pretty close, which is awesome.)
Meanwhile, my romantic troubles are ever-present. >,>. I make my own life difficult. I think that probably even if I drank as much as I did yesterday (which wasn't over the top, but I was a bit further gone than I normally go) while he was around, I still wouldn't be able to look at him for too long or talk to him out of nowhere or try and get him to dance with me. His presence basically incapacitates me and I hate that but I see no way to change it.
Ugh, infatuation.
Anyway, I'll leave you guys be for a while so I can finish my Mechanics 1A assignments and hopefully start writing a report about the experiment we did to calculate the dissociation constant for methyl orange. I have to hand it in by Tuesday, and I've also yet to prepare for the analysis we have to conduct this week. I'm doing that tomorrow and hoping I don't have much else to do by then, so yeah.
(Also I can't really make heads nor tails of Act 6 Intermission 3. I'm constantly like 'oh hey there's new pages oh wait this is kind of strange. what. what is even happening. aight awesome. I guess. oh it's the end already.')
But really this has been it.
Imma ollie outie.
~Leyvathan
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Sunday, October 7, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Tempus Fugit
A month has flown by.
Seriously, it's really strange to consider the fact that I've known all these people, known this life, for a month already. On the other hand, it feels as if we've been together for years. It's a strange experience.
University, after a month, is becoming less impossible and more of a tough challenge that can be overcome if you're willing to give it the effort and time it's gonna take.
So far, that effort and time have been surprisingly limited, although I've not yet had any exams and therefore this beautiful bubble may yet come crashing down. We do have little tests for Maths every week, but there's this awesome regulation that allows us to skip the exam entirely if we get a good enough grade on all of them. I've been doing quite well, so there's hope for that. :').
Tuesdays mean practicals, ALL DAY. I don't hate them, really, but I'm not really good at it.. I'm always walking around like a crazed monkey, trying to get my stuff in order and I never finish on time. But hopefully it's gonna get better. Apparently it should, so we'll just hang on to that.
Altogether, life in Nijmegen is great. It's so incredibly convenient to live close to the uni. Also the city center isn't far at all, which makes cycling home in the wee hours of the morning on Thursday-technically-Friday that much less of a gargantuan task. (What is even up with my spellcheck that it doesn't recognize 'task' but gave no problems when I misspelled it as 'taks'? x'D. Anyway, I digress). The previously alluded to outings on Thursdays are a lot of fun, even if it feels like you're dying on your feet. This week and the next see actual parties on Thursday, rather than just going to the bar with a couple of friends. Beestfeest (loosely translated to Beast Party) this week promises to be good, as does the Pitcher Party that's coming up next week. Next week we've also got the first-years' swimming activity. Basically all of the first year Molecular Science (the cluster of Molecular Life Science (which is what I do), Science and Chemistry) people who sign up are going to hit the pool together, after which we'll go party hardy at the Pitcher.
...As luck would have it, I've got my IB 'graduation' ceremony on the day after. I wonder exactly how alive I'm going to be by then, but I suppose that's part of the charm ;).
Also, I've picked up a lot of expressions and words I would never have gotten into the habit of using had I stayed home, I don't think. It's quite funny. :'D.
Also, I've said the word Thursday far too often in this paragraph. D:.
Sadly, the sudden surge in cute guys in the immediate vicinity has not done me a lot of good. Maybe it's my fault for crushing on one guy too quickly and then being too much of a chicken to do anything about it. Could be, certainly. Either way, my romantic troubles continue because I can't man up and just say something. Sigh.
I've even got a willing wingman, who's a great guy and really patient with all of my nagging and confidence issues (which have been getting less, I gotta say), but I find the idea of using someone to get where you wanna go with a guy to be weird and just wrong, I guess? But then I'll never get there on my own, at this rate.
There you go, first world problems.
...He's really cute, though. :').
Okay, now, I've probably forgotten half the things I should have said. But who knows, maybe I'll think of them later and give you guys another update ;). Although I wouldn't be surprised if most of you have given up on me by now... Ahwell, I know I'll always have some of you guys. <3.
...(Speaking of which, it's good that things have been picking up again lately because it's been awfully quiet for a while. I've kind of missed you guys. :'3)
P.S.: Listen to this album it's great.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6Ue0QG8dxw
Okaybye. ;).
Cheers,
~Levyathan
Seriously, it's really strange to consider the fact that I've known all these people, known this life, for a month already. On the other hand, it feels as if we've been together for years. It's a strange experience.
University, after a month, is becoming less impossible and more of a tough challenge that can be overcome if you're willing to give it the effort and time it's gonna take.
So far, that effort and time have been surprisingly limited, although I've not yet had any exams and therefore this beautiful bubble may yet come crashing down. We do have little tests for Maths every week, but there's this awesome regulation that allows us to skip the exam entirely if we get a good enough grade on all of them. I've been doing quite well, so there's hope for that. :').
Tuesdays mean practicals, ALL DAY. I don't hate them, really, but I'm not really good at it.. I'm always walking around like a crazed monkey, trying to get my stuff in order and I never finish on time. But hopefully it's gonna get better. Apparently it should, so we'll just hang on to that.
Altogether, life in Nijmegen is great. It's so incredibly convenient to live close to the uni. Also the city center isn't far at all, which makes cycling home in the wee hours of the morning on Thursday-technically-Friday that much less of a gargantuan task. (What is even up with my spellcheck that it doesn't recognize 'task' but gave no problems when I misspelled it as 'taks'? x'D. Anyway, I digress). The previously alluded to outings on Thursdays are a lot of fun, even if it feels like you're dying on your feet. This week and the next see actual parties on Thursday, rather than just going to the bar with a couple of friends. Beestfeest (loosely translated to Beast Party) this week promises to be good, as does the Pitcher Party that's coming up next week. Next week we've also got the first-years' swimming activity. Basically all of the first year Molecular Science (the cluster of Molecular Life Science (which is what I do), Science and Chemistry) people who sign up are going to hit the pool together, after which we'll go party hardy at the Pitcher.
...As luck would have it, I've got my IB 'graduation' ceremony on the day after. I wonder exactly how alive I'm going to be by then, but I suppose that's part of the charm ;).
Also, I've picked up a lot of expressions and words I would never have gotten into the habit of using had I stayed home, I don't think. It's quite funny. :'D.
Also, I've said the word Thursday far too often in this paragraph. D:.
Sadly, the sudden surge in cute guys in the immediate vicinity has not done me a lot of good. Maybe it's my fault for crushing on one guy too quickly and then being too much of a chicken to do anything about it. Could be, certainly. Either way, my romantic troubles continue because I can't man up and just say something. Sigh.
I've even got a willing wingman, who's a great guy and really patient with all of my nagging and confidence issues (which have been getting less, I gotta say), but I find the idea of using someone to get where you wanna go with a guy to be weird and just wrong, I guess? But then I'll never get there on my own, at this rate.
There you go, first world problems.
...He's really cute, though. :').
Okay, now, I've probably forgotten half the things I should have said. But who knows, maybe I'll think of them later and give you guys another update ;). Although I wouldn't be surprised if most of you have given up on me by now... Ahwell, I know I'll always have some of you guys. <3.
...(Speaking of which, it's good that things have been picking up again lately because it's been awfully quiet for a while. I've kind of missed you guys. :'3)
P.S.: Listen to this album it's great.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6Ue0QG8dxw
Okaybye. ;).
Cheers,
~Levyathan
Sunday, July 22, 2012
VACATION
Vacation need a little sun to break up all the frustration and turn it into love
Ain't nobody gonna tell us what we're gonna do because today it's up to me and you
~
Vacation's where I wanna be, party on the beach where the fun is free
We don't need a holiday to start to celebrate
('Cause I need a break, I need a vacation)
Alright sorry.
If anyone can tell me what song those lyrics are from, they've had a good childhood.
Basically I put this there to signify something awesome: I've worked myself half to death the last couple of weeks, but from today forth I have three weeks of hard-earned vacation. God I'm so glad.
Okay, so I've been through some MAJOR DEVELOPMENTS. Although I wonder whether you guys even care anymore, considering I've been gone for a month and a day, AGAIN.
Basic breakdown: I got the room in Uni Town, will be moving there in a couple of weeks. I also rounded off the application procedure the University has got (i.e. filled in the financial details, sent a picture of me to be put on my Student ID, applied for a student card for public transport (basically they give you free travel in either the week-ends or during the week, and you choose depending on whether you'll be traveling back and forth everyday or you've got a room there and will mostly only go back in the week-ends.)) and signed up for the introduction week. It sounds pretty cool. It's gonna be full of interesting activities to get to know each other better. We're also gonna be going to a lot of bars, but we'll see if I even find that interesting.
Also, my parents got me a graduation gift: a 32' Full HD LCD TV. IT IS SO FUCKING PRETTY I CAN'T EVEN. Actually there was a bit of a hassle with that because they got it off a Plasma Discounter, where they had it lying somewhere in the basement. It had been a demo model. It was incredibly cheap. Only downside was, they'd put the wrong part in the box they gave us. The piece that was supposed to fit into a slot on the back of the TV and be attached to the stand so that it could be set up was wrong. We emailed them about it and they were going to order the part we needed and send it to us. So about a week ago (maybe a little longer) the new part came and I was so excited - only to find that this one didn't fit either.
Now, the right part came in the day before yesterday, and I have to say the TV is glorious. I connected it with an HDMI cable to my PS3 and watched the intro movie for FFXIII. HEAVEN.
But now I'm going to leave it there on my drawer and I'll leave this house behind for a day or four, because in about an hour I'll be going to Fang's. We are gonna watch Blood+ and it will be epic.
Ain't nobody gonna tell us what we're gonna do because today it's up to me and you
~
Vacation's where I wanna be, party on the beach where the fun is free
We don't need a holiday to start to celebrate
('Cause I need a break, I need a vacation)
Alright sorry.
If anyone can tell me what song those lyrics are from, they've had a good childhood.
Basically I put this there to signify something awesome: I've worked myself half to death the last couple of weeks, but from today forth I have three weeks of hard-earned vacation. God I'm so glad.
Okay, so I've been through some MAJOR DEVELOPMENTS. Although I wonder whether you guys even care anymore, considering I've been gone for a month and a day, AGAIN.
Basic breakdown: I got the room in Uni Town, will be moving there in a couple of weeks. I also rounded off the application procedure the University has got (i.e. filled in the financial details, sent a picture of me to be put on my Student ID, applied for a student card for public transport (basically they give you free travel in either the week-ends or during the week, and you choose depending on whether you'll be traveling back and forth everyday or you've got a room there and will mostly only go back in the week-ends.)) and signed up for the introduction week. It sounds pretty cool. It's gonna be full of interesting activities to get to know each other better. We're also gonna be going to a lot of bars, but we'll see if I even find that interesting.
Also, my parents got me a graduation gift: a 32' Full HD LCD TV. IT IS SO FUCKING PRETTY I CAN'T EVEN. Actually there was a bit of a hassle with that because they got it off a Plasma Discounter, where they had it lying somewhere in the basement. It had been a demo model. It was incredibly cheap. Only downside was, they'd put the wrong part in the box they gave us. The piece that was supposed to fit into a slot on the back of the TV and be attached to the stand so that it could be set up was wrong. We emailed them about it and they were going to order the part we needed and send it to us. So about a week ago (maybe a little longer) the new part came and I was so excited - only to find that this one didn't fit either.
Now, the right part came in the day before yesterday, and I have to say the TV is glorious. I connected it with an HDMI cable to my PS3 and watched the intro movie for FFXIII. HEAVEN.
But now I'm going to leave it there on my drawer and I'll leave this house behind for a day or four, because in about an hour I'll be going to Fang's. We are gonna watch Blood+ and it will be epic.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Writing troubles
So apparently I wasn't back for long, since it's been 15 days since my last post. However, SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED in the meantime!
Firstly, my job has been sucking up a lot of my time. I've seriously spent ~25 hours a week working my ass off. It's gonna pay off though. It's quite alright though, working the register can be repetitive and tiresome, but most customers are open to small talk if you're friendly, and that helps the time pass. Also my colleagues are great and we can joke around all the time. I'm not regretting the time spent working at all.
Secondly, I got my results and guess what. I GRADUATED. I didn't even have to retake an exam. I could've, in order to improve my grade, but I didn't think it was worth it since I can get into the study I applied for as long as I graduate. My graduation ceremony is next week Thursday, and after that I'm officially free of my school. It's a weird thought.
I've actually also made a big step towards a new life: I may have gotten myself a room to rent during my time in University. I've made arrangements to come check it out Sunday night, so that's gonna be super interesting. It's kind of scary, but I'm really glad I seem to have found something decent way before uni season starts in September.
But apart from all that, most important of all, I've been doing something majorly creative. For the first time in my life, I am in the beginnings of trying my hand at writing a story of fiction. I am really excited for it, even though it is so hard to think of decent ideas and I don't have any experience. I've got three great friends who are in the same situation (well, sort of. They've all got at least some amount of experience writing stories) and we're able to relate to each other and give advice (even though I suck at giving advice - I'm sorry, Fang!). My ideas are generally thought to be good, but it's hard to work around all of the clichés. Also I'm just hoping I won't screw it up by fucking up on the storytelling aspect. We'll just have to see.
I might post parts of the story as it comes along, but I haven't even started writing yet and I think once I do it will be quite sporadic. I also don't want to rush myself with anything. I'll think about it.
Cheers!
~Levyathan.
Firstly, my job has been sucking up a lot of my time. I've seriously spent ~25 hours a week working my ass off. It's gonna pay off though. It's quite alright though, working the register can be repetitive and tiresome, but most customers are open to small talk if you're friendly, and that helps the time pass. Also my colleagues are great and we can joke around all the time. I'm not regretting the time spent working at all.
Secondly, I got my results and guess what. I GRADUATED. I didn't even have to retake an exam. I could've, in order to improve my grade, but I didn't think it was worth it since I can get into the study I applied for as long as I graduate. My graduation ceremony is next week Thursday, and after that I'm officially free of my school. It's a weird thought.
I've actually also made a big step towards a new life: I may have gotten myself a room to rent during my time in University. I've made arrangements to come check it out Sunday night, so that's gonna be super interesting. It's kind of scary, but I'm really glad I seem to have found something decent way before uni season starts in September.
But apart from all that, most important of all, I've been doing something majorly creative. For the first time in my life, I am in the beginnings of trying my hand at writing a story of fiction. I am really excited for it, even though it is so hard to think of decent ideas and I don't have any experience. I've got three great friends who are in the same situation (well, sort of. They've all got at least some amount of experience writing stories) and we're able to relate to each other and give advice (even though I suck at giving advice - I'm sorry, Fang!). My ideas are generally thought to be good, but it's hard to work around all of the clichés. Also I'm just hoping I won't screw it up by fucking up on the storytelling aspect. We'll just have to see.
I might post parts of the story as it comes along, but I haven't even started writing yet and I think once I do it will be quite sporadic. I also don't want to rush myself with anything. I'll think about it.
Cheers!
~Levyathan.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Oh glub it.
I'm just gonna do it.
By now it's already been overdone (meaning I've seen Mark and Fang do it before me) but I'm tickled to try it as well. I wonder if I'm even gonna get to twenty. >,>.
So, here go twenty things addressed to anyone (well, specific people per statement) that I wouldn't be able or gutsy enough to actually tell them in real life.
I'll start by saying most of these don't apply to any of my followers, so there's less fun in that, but it will still be good to get them off my chest.
-
1. I'm sorry I feel like you're a lesser person than I am sometimes. I shouldn't. Then again at other times I just feel like I failed you.
2. Even though I love you and I've known you forever, at times I can hardly stand you.
3. I don't even know why I'm suddenly kind of clinging to you. I guess it has something to do with recently discovered (or maybe developed) shared interests? I just hope you don't mind.
4. I haven't known you long but the more we talk, the more I feel like we've got a lot in common.
5. You confuse me. Or maybe I confuse me. I don't really think I like you like that anymore, but then again I don't really think I don't. I do still think you're cute. :').
6. Sometimes I really hate you. But then, I can never stay mad at you for long. Which is a good thing. We've been in this cycle of conflict and peace for years, I guess.
7. At times I really think you should stand up for yourself. Even against him. Aren't we at least as important as he is? Then again maybe you just agree with him.
8. I guess I'm sorry for reacting the way I did back then. I still don't agree with your behavior at all, but I guess I can understand the feeling of crippling insecurity and low self-esteem that behavior stemmed from.
9. No matter what I said and did, I'm really glad we're friends again.
10. You've changed. Grown up, I suppose. I don't like it. I was sad to see our friendship disintegrate into near-nothing in a couple of weeks, but now I just don't care much for you anymore. Maybe it's because I don't see you often enough.
11. I really wish you wouldn't unconsciously make me feel left out and less important. I also wish I could call you out on it without feeling like a whiny bitch with a 2000 page manual.
12. I love talking to you. I've never met you and that saddens me, but I love talking to you.
13. It's great that I can tell you anything and you'll try and cheer me up and rationalize my problems, even if I feel a little stupid for complaining so much.
14. I know the plans we made, but if I really think about it I don't think I want to be tethered to you so strongly for such a long time.
15. I don't believe you when you say you think I'm prettier than you are.
16. We used to be pretty good friends but now all I generally think when I look at you is 'ew'.
17. It's really sad to see you so down in the dumps so often. Also it makes me feel like a huge jerk for complaining to you. Then again, that's how our friendship started.
18. I'm scared I'll lose you. You may say we can stay in touch and I hope we do but I'm just afraid it'll dwindle away into nothing over time.
19. You are an amazing person and I wish you lived closer.
20. I liked you for the entirety of primary school. Isn't that funny?
-
That was easier than I expected. Like I said, most of these are for people most of you don't even know, but it's a good feeling to put them somewhere. The last one is a hypothetical one that I could use to start a conversation but won't ever because of AWKWARD. I just wanted a light one to break the train of insecurity and general depression.
You're welcome to guess for your ones, even though only three of you are actually in there and those should be pretty obvious. :'D.
~Levyathan
By now it's already been overdone (meaning I've seen Mark and Fang do it before me) but I'm tickled to try it as well. I wonder if I'm even gonna get to twenty. >,>.
So, here go twenty things addressed to anyone (well, specific people per statement) that I wouldn't be able or gutsy enough to actually tell them in real life.
I'll start by saying most of these don't apply to any of my followers, so there's less fun in that, but it will still be good to get them off my chest.
-
1. I'm sorry I feel like you're a lesser person than I am sometimes. I shouldn't. Then again at other times I just feel like I failed you.
2. Even though I love you and I've known you forever, at times I can hardly stand you.
3. I don't even know why I'm suddenly kind of clinging to you. I guess it has something to do with recently discovered (or maybe developed) shared interests? I just hope you don't mind.
4. I haven't known you long but the more we talk, the more I feel like we've got a lot in common.
5. You confuse me. Or maybe I confuse me. I don't really think I like you like that anymore, but then again I don't really think I don't. I do still think you're cute. :').
6. Sometimes I really hate you. But then, I can never stay mad at you for long. Which is a good thing. We've been in this cycle of conflict and peace for years, I guess.
7. At times I really think you should stand up for yourself. Even against him. Aren't we at least as important as he is? Then again maybe you just agree with him.
8. I guess I'm sorry for reacting the way I did back then. I still don't agree with your behavior at all, but I guess I can understand the feeling of crippling insecurity and low self-esteem that behavior stemmed from.
9. No matter what I said and did, I'm really glad we're friends again.
10. You've changed. Grown up, I suppose. I don't like it. I was sad to see our friendship disintegrate into near-nothing in a couple of weeks, but now I just don't care much for you anymore. Maybe it's because I don't see you often enough.
11. I really wish you wouldn't unconsciously make me feel left out and less important. I also wish I could call you out on it without feeling like a whiny bitch with a 2000 page manual.
12. I love talking to you. I've never met you and that saddens me, but I love talking to you.
13. It's great that I can tell you anything and you'll try and cheer me up and rationalize my problems, even if I feel a little stupid for complaining so much.
14. I know the plans we made, but if I really think about it I don't think I want to be tethered to you so strongly for such a long time.
15. I don't believe you when you say you think I'm prettier than you are.
16. We used to be pretty good friends but now all I generally think when I look at you is 'ew'.
17. It's really sad to see you so down in the dumps so often. Also it makes me feel like a huge jerk for complaining to you. Then again, that's how our friendship started.
18. I'm scared I'll lose you. You may say we can stay in touch and I hope we do but I'm just afraid it'll dwindle away into nothing over time.
19. You are an amazing person and I wish you lived closer.
20. I liked you for the entirety of primary school. Isn't that funny?
-
That was easier than I expected. Like I said, most of these are for people most of you don't even know, but it's a good feeling to put them somewhere. The last one is a hypothetical one that I could use to start a conversation but won't ever because of AWKWARD. I just wanted a light one to break the train of insecurity and general depression.
You're welcome to guess for your ones, even though only three of you are actually in there and those should be pretty obvious. :'D.
~Levyathan
Friday, April 20, 2012
R: Ridderlijkheid
Chivalry.
Because it's at least a little dead. I don't, however, think it's completely gone. There's still a lot of guys out there who treat women like they're precious little dolls who should not be opening doors for themselves or having to follow after men.
Importantly, I believe mostly women are to blame for killing chivalry. The whole feminist mindset of not wanting to be patronized by the menfolk has driven men to stop doing things like holding doors. It's only logical, really.
As you might have picked up from the overall tone, I personally scoff when people try to be chivalrous. The whole 'women first' thing is kind of useless, in my opinion. Not so much because I'm a convinced feminist - which I'm pretty sure I'm not - but because I think it's bull for guys to have to do things for me because I'm a girl. It's not like I'm too frail to open my own doors, nor like I'm too pure or whatever to be expected to do it.
But yeah, I know a couple of guys who think chivalry is still important in this day and age. It can be kind of wearying, but it's kind of great to know they have such respect for girls. :').
~ Levyathan
Because it's at least a little dead. I don't, however, think it's completely gone. There's still a lot of guys out there who treat women like they're precious little dolls who should not be opening doors for themselves or having to follow after men.
Importantly, I believe mostly women are to blame for killing chivalry. The whole feminist mindset of not wanting to be patronized by the menfolk has driven men to stop doing things like holding doors. It's only logical, really.
As you might have picked up from the overall tone, I personally scoff when people try to be chivalrous. The whole 'women first' thing is kind of useless, in my opinion. Not so much because I'm a convinced feminist - which I'm pretty sure I'm not - but because I think it's bull for guys to have to do things for me because I'm a girl. It's not like I'm too frail to open my own doors, nor like I'm too pure or whatever to be expected to do it.
But yeah, I know a couple of guys who think chivalry is still important in this day and age. It can be kind of wearying, but it's kind of great to know they have such respect for girls. :').
~ Levyathan
Sunday, March 25, 2012
That was an awesome party :'D.
It seemed like everybody genuinely enjoyed themselves, too. :').
I loved it, I have the awesomest friends ever. Also I'm a rich girl now, and Fang gave me the coolest (gettit? x'D) birthday-card-that-was-actually-a-letter I've ever gotten ;).
We should totes do this again sometimes. Like, after the finals are done with, in May. *Parrrtyyy* Assuming we all make it, that is. :/.
But we definitely will! 'Cause we're all awesome!!
..In case anyone is wondering whether there was an actual point to this post, there sort of is.
See, I'm gonna be participating in the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, and for lack of inspiration on topics, I've decided to pick random words in Dutch starting with the letters A-Z and center my posts somehow around those words. That way, you all can learn some random Dutch words! Isn't it exciting?!
Not really, probably, nor is it - just as probably - going to make for very inspirational blogging, but It'll have to do. Possibly until I figure out something more interesting. ;D.
I'm being very tired right now and 8LUH, so I'm getting out of here.
~Levyathan
I loved it, I have the awesomest friends ever. Also I'm a rich girl now, and Fang gave me the coolest (gettit? x'D) birthday-card-that-was-actually-a-letter I've ever gotten ;).
We should totes do this again sometimes. Like, after the finals are done with, in May. *Parrrtyyy* Assuming we all make it, that is. :/.
But we definitely will! 'Cause we're all awesome!!
..In case anyone is wondering whether there was an actual point to this post, there sort of is.
See, I'm gonna be participating in the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, and for lack of inspiration on topics, I've decided to pick random words in Dutch starting with the letters A-Z and center my posts somehow around those words. That way, you all can learn some random Dutch words! Isn't it exciting?!
Not really, probably, nor is it - just as probably - going to make for very inspirational blogging, but It'll have to do. Possibly until I figure out something more interesting. ;D.
I'm being very tired right now and 8LUH, so I'm getting out of here.
~Levyathan
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Obstacle averted
So, as some of you might remember me mentioning... wait, I'm not actually sure if I mentioned it. Oh well, anyway, I had to do my Individual Oral Exam today. For the IB. It sucked. (The clipped tone the author uses here signifes a sort of annoyance or irritation, further emphasized by the use of very short sentences). Yeah. That shit.
It was worse, because there was no way to prepare for it. You go to pick up your literary fragment not knowing which one it is, get twenty minutes to prepare - analyze and annotate the fragment, as well as deciding on a structure for an eight-minute talk on the details of the fragment - and then you go sit your exam and have to actually present the information you gathered like a bitching ninja spy in an orderly, well-structured form, in which you have to mention the most striking and important things about the fragment with regards to tone, mood, stylistic devices, rhythm and rhyme (when analyzing a poem, as I was), yadda yadda yadda. Now, anyone who's read more than two of my posts should know that if it's anything my rambling lacks most of all, it's structure.
But, luckily, after my quite structurally-shaky and sort of in-depth eight minutes of talking about the poem, there were five minutes of discussion, and I find that with the right nudges I can be quite perceptive about the underlying meaning of these things. I'm not perfectly sure as to the exact grade I'll be getting for it, but I can confidently say I'd be surprised if it were insufficient. :'D.
So, with that out of the way, it becomes time to figure out exactly how I'm going to deal with having all of these idiots in my house saturday night. ;'D. I also still need to figure out where in the blazes I'm going to get enough cake. I might just cheap out and make a cheesecake. After all, I think they're super tasty and it's my party, right?
Talk to you guys again maybe tomorrow.
(Also, I love the conversations in the comments, they brought/bring a huge smile to my face <3.)
~Levyathan
It was worse, because there was no way to prepare for it. You go to pick up your literary fragment not knowing which one it is, get twenty minutes to prepare - analyze and annotate the fragment, as well as deciding on a structure for an eight-minute talk on the details of the fragment - and then you go sit your exam and have to actually present the information you gathered like a bitching ninja spy in an orderly, well-structured form, in which you have to mention the most striking and important things about the fragment with regards to tone, mood, stylistic devices, rhythm and rhyme (when analyzing a poem, as I was), yadda yadda yadda. Now, anyone who's read more than two of my posts should know that if it's anything my rambling lacks most of all, it's structure.
But, luckily, after my quite structurally-shaky and sort of in-depth eight minutes of talking about the poem, there were five minutes of discussion, and I find that with the right nudges I can be quite perceptive about the underlying meaning of these things. I'm not perfectly sure as to the exact grade I'll be getting for it, but I can confidently say I'd be surprised if it were insufficient. :'D.
So, with that out of the way, it becomes time to figure out exactly how I'm going to deal with having all of these idiots in my house saturday night. ;'D. I also still need to figure out where in the blazes I'm going to get enough cake. I might just cheap out and make a cheesecake. After all, I think they're super tasty and it's my party, right?
Talk to you guys again maybe tomorrow.
(Also, I love the conversations in the comments, they brought/bring a huge smile to my face <3.)
~Levyathan
Shooting for the rare and highly dangerous blogging x2 combo
Ehehehe, I haven't been updating two days in a row since my first few posts, if I recall correctly. Hope you guys don't scare yourself to death from my sudden enthusiasm ;'). Anyway, I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm kind of a strange person.
Okay, yeah, huge shocker for the people who know me already, but really. I'm lead to believe I'm completely atypical, and not always in a good way..
Most obviously, there's the fact that I'm not really all that mature. I mean, loads of people aren't very mature at my age, but I like to make detailed references to Disney Classics, random kids' movies, Pokémon and Winnie the Pooh in day-to-day conversation. I also tend to start talking/screaming very excitedly and animatedly when talking about miscellaneous things, which generally winds up with people looking at me weirdly. That's actually quite a fun thing to experience now and then. :'D. I can get super obsessed by books or series or anime or games or really ANYTHING, and I can't stop talking or bothering my friends about it.
Secondly, I'm quite the tomboy. I don't give a shit about skin creams, I don't clip my nails (instead I just let them grow until they break off), I have a total of 9 holes in my ears but hardly wear earrings (and when I do they mostly include miscellaneous pinned items, like safety pins and button pins), I don't wear makeup other than eyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow, and the latter I don't even wear very often, I halfway dress like a dude sometimes and I like reptiles and guns and cars and stuff. Also, I don't hesitate to voice my opinion on the hotness of (mostly animated x'D) females, even though I'm not attracted to girls in that way. I also hate shaving my legs, and I go most of winter with furry legs because I wear pants anyway and nobody cares. Maybe if I had a boyfriend, I would care about that, I don't know. x'D. Probably. Most of my close friends are guys, too, because I just get along with them better.
I'm quite the recluse. I don't go out often, don't go bar-hopping EVER, in fact I've never really been inside of a bar/pub/whatever. I don't know all that many people in the town I've lived in for 16 years now, rather I know people from school, most of whom live a couple of towns over. Hence, I never really make time and opportunity to hang out with my friends.
Maybe the most inherently scary of aspects of my strangeness is my curious lack of "the ability to give a fuck", for quote's sake. It's not actually that serious, it's more like a sort of apathy; I definitely do give a fuck about most things, but it kind of scares me when people are like "you know what I mean, when you really want something, you'd do anything for it", like it's a common thing. I've never before in my life wanted anything enough to care overmuch if it turned out I couldn't get it. I don't participate in giveaways and stuff because I don't actually think I'll ever get it anyway. I let awesome opportunities pass me by because I don't think it'll happen. If I weren't so DAMNED FUCKING APATHETIC about those things all the time, maybe I'd have an awesome life. As it is, I've only been to one concert, been to one convention, and have never really 'gone out' in the way most teenagers do.
Not to mention the horrible lack of a love life. But really, let's not mention that. :'D.
The problem with these things is that while they make up who I am, and I can say I am to some degree proud of (some of) them, at the same time there's always this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me to change, to subdue myself to normality so that I might have a chance at life. "I am so crazy weird, guys would have to have a crazy stupid particular taste to like me". "If I never go out, I'll never fucking meet anybody new". "Dude, that guy's got a LIFE. He's way out of my league. Do you KNOW how many girls he must know? Girls that are normal and girly and actually attractive..."
So goes the circle of my life.
^^.
I'm sorry for this surprise sadfest, I was just going to make a slightly humorous self-evaluation sort of thing, but it turns out my brain had other plans. Don't feel like going up and deleting and rewriting all of that, now. Probably again missed out on half the stuff I wanted to say, too. (Also, the blogging x2 combo has failed. It is now 00:02 where I live.
See you guys next time on a hopefully more cheerful note! :').
~Levyathan
Okay, yeah, huge shocker for the people who know me already, but really. I'm lead to believe I'm completely atypical, and not always in a good way..
Most obviously, there's the fact that I'm not really all that mature. I mean, loads of people aren't very mature at my age, but I like to make detailed references to Disney Classics, random kids' movies, Pokémon and Winnie the Pooh in day-to-day conversation. I also tend to start talking/screaming very excitedly and animatedly when talking about miscellaneous things, which generally winds up with people looking at me weirdly. That's actually quite a fun thing to experience now and then. :'D. I can get super obsessed by books or series or anime or games or really ANYTHING, and I can't stop talking or bothering my friends about it.
Secondly, I'm quite the tomboy. I don't give a shit about skin creams, I don't clip my nails (instead I just let them grow until they break off), I have a total of 9 holes in my ears but hardly wear earrings (and when I do they mostly include miscellaneous pinned items, like safety pins and button pins), I don't wear makeup other than eyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow, and the latter I don't even wear very often, I halfway dress like a dude sometimes and I like reptiles and guns and cars and stuff. Also, I don't hesitate to voice my opinion on the hotness of (mostly animated x'D) females, even though I'm not attracted to girls in that way. I also hate shaving my legs, and I go most of winter with furry legs because I wear pants anyway and nobody cares. Maybe if I had a boyfriend, I would care about that, I don't know. x'D. Probably. Most of my close friends are guys, too, because I just get along with them better.
I'm quite the recluse. I don't go out often, don't go bar-hopping EVER, in fact I've never really been inside of a bar/pub/whatever. I don't know all that many people in the town I've lived in for 16 years now, rather I know people from school, most of whom live a couple of towns over. Hence, I never really make time and opportunity to hang out with my friends.
Maybe the most inherently scary of aspects of my strangeness is my curious lack of "the ability to give a fuck", for quote's sake. It's not actually that serious, it's more like a sort of apathy; I definitely do give a fuck about most things, but it kind of scares me when people are like "you know what I mean, when you really want something, you'd do anything for it", like it's a common thing. I've never before in my life wanted anything enough to care overmuch if it turned out I couldn't get it. I don't participate in giveaways and stuff because I don't actually think I'll ever get it anyway. I let awesome opportunities pass me by because I don't think it'll happen. If I weren't so DAMNED FUCKING APATHETIC about those things all the time, maybe I'd have an awesome life. As it is, I've only been to one concert, been to one convention, and have never really 'gone out' in the way most teenagers do.
Not to mention the horrible lack of a love life. But really, let's not mention that. :'D.
The problem with these things is that while they make up who I am, and I can say I am to some degree proud of (some of) them, at the same time there's always this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me to change, to subdue myself to normality so that I might have a chance at life. "I am so crazy weird, guys would have to have a crazy stupid particular taste to like me". "If I never go out, I'll never fucking meet anybody new". "Dude, that guy's got a LIFE. He's way out of my league. Do you KNOW how many girls he must know? Girls that are normal and girly and actually attractive..."
So goes the circle of my life.
^^.
I'm sorry for this surprise sadfest, I was just going to make a slightly humorous self-evaluation sort of thing, but it turns out my brain had other plans. Don't feel like going up and deleting and rewriting all of that, now. Probably again missed out on half the stuff I wanted to say, too. (Also, the blogging x2 combo has failed. It is now 00:02 where I live.
See you guys next time on a hopefully more cheerful note! :').
~Levyathan
Monday, March 19, 2012
Okay so it's been a really long time
And I apologize for that, if anyone actually cares. I've just been a little out of it, lately. Not feeling too great, either, although I don't think there's anything physically wrong with me. Not in the fever-area anyway, although recently I fell while at work and I caught my weight in my side, doing a sort of roll-thing over a banister. It hurt like a bitch for days, but you couldn't actually see any discoloration or bruising or anything. Anyway, a co-worker was all like "Oh no have you ruptured your spleen?" And I figured it didn't hurt enough to be anything cool like a ruptured spleen, but now I have these slightly nauseating pangs of pain a bit below the point I originally landed on and I'm starting to have my doubts. Or maybe it's just something like a bladder infection or whatevs, but there's something not right in there. I suppose I'll have to go to the doctor...
On a more cheerful note, this weekend I broke my habit of hermitage to go to the next town over and visit some friends. I was originally supposed to cycle the 12 kilometers there, but my mom didn't like me cycling on my own in the dark, so my dad ended up bringing me there by car, with my bike. We had a lot of fun, it was awesome, and apparently the guys liked it too because I got invitations/demands to come along more often (Yay!! :'D). Then Fang and I, in a slightly inebriated state, cycled to his house, which was where I crashed. Then in the morning (well, it was afternoon, technically) we listened to some very very cute recordings of a very young Fang :'D. And, of course, watched [S] Cascade. Twice, for good measure. Holy fucking hell. 8DD.
Then, I had to go home and cycle the 12 kilometers, and it wasn't pretty. I hardly ever cycle anymore, and it was cold and the wind was blowing and I had a huge MoThErFuCkInG headache... I was miserable. Booohooohooo I should really excersize more. >,>.
So, I have today off from school, and it's a miracle I got up before noon, but I have to try and force myself to spend today in a useful manner. Meaning, I have to do my homework and study for upcoming test week and my English Individual Oral Exam, which is going to be hell. You get an excerpt from one of a selection of three of the literary works we've studied (in this case being The White Tiger, 1984 or Carol Ann Duffy's poetry collection The World's Wife) with 20 minutes to annotate it and structure a talk about it that has to be around 8 minutes long. Then there's a 5-minute discussion about the fragment or the book. Now, it's not the discussion I'm worried about; unlike most of my classmates, I actually READ all the books. I'm just not very confident in my ability to rightly analyze the fragment and talk about it in a structured manner for eight long minutes. My teacher tells me I'm good at it, but I honestly think she just assumes that because I'm relatively good at everything else... Anyway, I have that oral on wednesday, so I've got today and tomorrow to freshen my memory on the books and the poetry. :'D.
As a side note: who else is looking forward to The Hunger Games? (Okay so this is kind of a moot point because I have two readers but meh). It comes into cinemas on wednesday, and I'm really excited. I read the first book when it came out and loved it, but took a few years to read the second and third books.. I still think the first one was the best, and that's obviously the one they are now releasing the movie of, so I can't wait. Funnily, neither can my mother. I made her read the books and she loves them as well. :'D.
The only thing I'm a little disappointed about is the casting, but when my mom asked me how I HAD envisioned the characters (because the cast fits with her expectations), I couldn't tell her. The funny thing is that in my head, characters look different as their character develops, and characteristics are always a little foggy. I can never really pinpoint what I think they look like.
Lastly, as a sort of I'm-sorry-I-was-away-so-long-and-anyway-this-thing-is-awesome, have this gratuitous picture of the Nekobasu:
On a more cheerful note, this weekend I broke my habit of hermitage to go to the next town over and visit some friends. I was originally supposed to cycle the 12 kilometers there, but my mom didn't like me cycling on my own in the dark, so my dad ended up bringing me there by car, with my bike. We had a lot of fun, it was awesome, and apparently the guys liked it too because I got invitations/demands to come along more often (Yay!! :'D). Then Fang and I, in a slightly inebriated state, cycled to his house, which was where I crashed. Then in the morning (well, it was afternoon, technically) we listened to some very very cute recordings of a very young Fang :'D. And, of course, watched [S] Cascade. Twice, for good measure. Holy fucking hell. 8DD.
Then, I had to go home and cycle the 12 kilometers, and it wasn't pretty. I hardly ever cycle anymore, and it was cold and the wind was blowing and I had a huge MoThErFuCkInG headache... I was miserable. Booohooohooo I should really excersize more. >,>.
So, I have today off from school, and it's a miracle I got up before noon, but I have to try and force myself to spend today in a useful manner. Meaning, I have to do my homework and study for upcoming test week and my English Individual Oral Exam, which is going to be hell. You get an excerpt from one of a selection of three of the literary works we've studied (in this case being The White Tiger, 1984 or Carol Ann Duffy's poetry collection The World's Wife) with 20 minutes to annotate it and structure a talk about it that has to be around 8 minutes long. Then there's a 5-minute discussion about the fragment or the book. Now, it's not the discussion I'm worried about; unlike most of my classmates, I actually READ all the books. I'm just not very confident in my ability to rightly analyze the fragment and talk about it in a structured manner for eight long minutes. My teacher tells me I'm good at it, but I honestly think she just assumes that because I'm relatively good at everything else... Anyway, I have that oral on wednesday, so I've got today and tomorrow to freshen my memory on the books and the poetry. :'D.
As a side note: who else is looking forward to The Hunger Games? (Okay so this is kind of a moot point because I have two readers but meh). It comes into cinemas on wednesday, and I'm really excited. I read the first book when it came out and loved it, but took a few years to read the second and third books.. I still think the first one was the best, and that's obviously the one they are now releasing the movie of, so I can't wait. Funnily, neither can my mother. I made her read the books and she loves them as well. :'D.
The only thing I'm a little disappointed about is the casting, but when my mom asked me how I HAD envisioned the characters (because the cast fits with her expectations), I couldn't tell her. The funny thing is that in my head, characters look different as their character develops, and characteristics are always a little foggy. I can never really pinpoint what I think they look like.
Lastly, as a sort of I'm-sorry-I-was-away-so-long-and-anyway-this-thing-is-awesome, have this gratuitous picture of the Nekobasu:
Talk to y'all later!!
~Lev
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