So maybe it won't be an actual bomb

Do they make chocolate bombs? Because I could do that. Whoppers/Maltesers are in the shape of a cannonball, so maybe I'll just eat lots of them.I am still feeling a bit freaked out about the library job situation. What it's coming down to now is that I should have gotten some work experience and didn't, because I didn't know that I was going to be a librarian. I thought I was going to be an editor and possibly the ruler of a small right-thinking country. And now that I need the work experience, there's actually no time to get it, since I will graduate (if I can actually do this whole dissertation-thingy) in about 4 months. People are giving me good advice, and I'm going to see if there is any volunteer work or maybe a student library job that I can do this summer while I work on my dissertation,...

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Dani updates the Minions.

Hereby lies an update from The Man himself, Count Dani Filth or Backwerdz, as he affectionately calls himself. The deprived minions who possessed insatisfiable hunger on the choice of title for the next Cradle of Filth opus are adequately updated.Seen as the title 'THORNOGRAPHY' for the new album was released without our knowledge a few days ago, cradleoffilth.com asked the band direct for an exclusive explination as to what it means.This title represents mankind's obsession with sin and self. The thorn combines images of that which troubled Christ, the crown of thorns, thus intimating man's seeming desire to hurt God and also, of the protecting thorn and the need to enclose a secret place or the soul from attack. An addiction to self punishment or something equally poisonous. A mania. Twisted...

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SRJC to stay...

That's it. I am to stay in SRJC. Sigh... All the wait. All the anticipation for one whole month for a positive reply... I feel like listening to Mutter and sulk all day long.At this point of time, I feel like trash about my life. There is nothing comforting left, except for my cards and metal music to spur me on not to pick up that razorblade or take a plunge down the building.Warum? Warum mich?The sadness lingers,Ling28th April 200...

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Comatose

I am finally back here, updating this thing, trying my least bit to keep this dank journal alive. So, what's up this few days?To cut it short; during Chemistry practical, I weighed 0.666g of an unknown substance and became very extremely proud of myself, that made my day, really. In addition to my strange existance on this planet, I dreamt of one terrible dream. I dreamt that Afrieen of Impiety got attacked by some chinese fuck at Megatherion and I cannot bear to continue describing such a dream so as not to dampen your day ahead, but trust me, all metalheads wouldn't want such an abdominable thing to happen.And, yes, General Elections are round the corner now and for the first time, I am feeling the drama surfacing. Getting increasingly interested in politics, I would be glad to attend a...

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Excuse me while I go put a bomb in my mouth

Today I decided to take a break from the freakishly awful assignment I'm working on. I'm supposed to write 2500 words describing a new branding scheme that I've chosen for the university library. And I have to create a logo of some kind. And I have to figure out what should be the big thing to market to all the library user segments (undergraduates, postgraduates, athletes, etc.). So far I've checked out about 7 books and have found 8 million articles all to do with branding and marketing and academic libraries and students and crap-all else, and yet I still have no idea what I'm doing. So I decided to take a break and check out library jobs scene. I looked around at the UK jobs on the Internet for a bit and then went over to see what my homeland is up to. I was very organized about the...

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Need to reduce blood pressure

My sister called me yesterday and told me about the freaking BYU dumbheads who, when she went in to pick up her cap & gown for graduation, asked if she was picking it up for her husband!!! I completely lost my mind and began bellowing and sputtering in the manner of a wounded moose or rabid bull:WHAAAAAAAAAATTTT?????WRAAAAAOOOOOEEERRR!!!! EEEEEUUURRRNNNGGGGHH!! KILL EVERYOOOOONNE!!!I---Just---Yeah. Some people should not be given speaking parts. Also, you would think that this young female who has been handing out caps and gowns all week to a graduating class of 49% females and 51% males should maybe realize that there could be another...

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The Laundry Basket Jousting Tournament

Over the weekend there was a church YSA (Y'all Still Ain't Married?) conference in Stamford, where we'll all meant to get together and mix and mingle. The drive over the was gorgeous, by the way. There were all these old stone homes with farmland all around. I told WR I wanted to live in one of them and he said I probably could buy one if I have the £700,000.There were about 40 of us, and one of our activities involved this Blind Walk, which I was not too sure about. They divided us up into groups, loaded us into cars, blindfolded us, and dropped us off in the middle of the countryside with a map. The spot where lunch would be was circled, and we were told to call if we weren't back in a couple of hours. And of course my group (of which I was not the navigator) instantly headed off in the...

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I think most Scottish cuisine is based on a dare

So I ate a traditional Scottish meal on Friday, complete with haggis, neeps, and tatties. Also, I had no idea that what the British call a "swede" is the same thing as an American rutabaga. Not that I eat rutabagas, but I know my grandmother does at one of those cafeteria-type places that elderly Southerners are so fond of. Also it turns out that when UK people talk about coriander, they actually mean cilantro. Who even knew?Landlady J made the meal with the haggis she bought during her recent trip to Scotland and invited me to have some. I figured this was probably one of those essential cultural experiences, so I gave it a go and was pleasantly...

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Conversation with my mom

When I got back from Gran Canaria (yeah, I go there) my mom called to get the full report on how it was. We chatted for a bit and she laughed really hard when I talked about the ghetto hotel and the topless ladies and just how much personal maintenance I would have to undergo before I could even think about appearing on the beach nearly nekkid like that. (She did suggest, however, that I not share those details with the Internet. A smart one, my mom.)You should know, here, that both my parents grew up in Virginia next to the beach and are absolute sun-worshippers. My mother was smart and responsible and put loads of sunscreen on us when we were...

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It's like a beach, and yet . . .

Warning: I am completely completely behind on my coursework and studying because I've been running off to things like English seaside towns, and now I have to buckle down. So if you don't hear anything from me for the next little bit, please know thatI still love youI would much rather be bloggingI'm not actually having any funI hope that will make people feel better. Yesterday a bunch of us drove east to Hunstanton, which is the aforementioned English seaside town. (Town slogan: Look, it's the sea! Only do be sure to bundle up before you do anything crazy, like touch it with your bare skin. )But it was sunny and beautiful and I got some great...

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Turning point...

I have to disagree with what I have said in my previous post, Good Friday was good, and bad.The reason being, I have to depart with what I have been doing for the past 4 to 5 months and erase that span of time within my memory. Nothing will remain the same again. I am not the same anymore. And, so are the people around me. It is all over, irreversible, unforgettable, and almost ''fatal''.Here, I exhale and sigh. Pardon me if you cannot make sense of the above, I just need to vent my sonorous lamentations. And, there is a vague blur when my ability to express myself hovers low, due to this sudden change in my life.Sigh. Once again.These are a few quotes and lines of words that could fully summarised what has happened so greatly that I cannot even bring myself to listen to Mutter.'Love's the...

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Not much to say today

Except that if y'all want to hear about what a great auntie and future librarian I am, and if you also want to laugh until you start to choke (which is what I did when I got to the end) you might want to check out my sister's latest blog post, on account of how she actually has a funny story to tell and I don't.Because it's a Bank Holiday tomorrow, I'm heading up to the Preston temple in the next little bit with WR, Banahhhhna, and our Finnish friend and we'll spend Friday there. (Blogger won't let me post a picture right now, but you can see one here.) I'm excited to see how the gardens will look what with it being springtime and all. Also I think the grounds won some kind of UK landscaping award back when they were first completed. But when I expressed my excitement to Banana, she said,...

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Time for some updates!

Greetings, reader-fiends. I apologise for not updating as frequently as before, due to the fact that I have been incredibly busy with an annoying thing called school. Finally, I have the time to update this jinxed journal today, thanks to Jesus Chirst who died thousands of years ago of tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is indeed a Good Friday, as the name blatantly suggests.Anyhow, anyway, how and what to write about on my boring existance in SRJC, also less known as Satan's Recruit Junior College, I ponder... and I pondered even more.Ah yes! I recalled. 1S03 is really lucky (note the sarcasm) to have That Person as our GP Tutor. How fortunate we are. Hard to please (both classroom and bedroom, I have probably concluded) person, or should I say, hard to please slut? I really think the latter makes...

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So maybe England isn't punishing me

Because look at the pretty things it's doing! Today was warmer and sunnier and so I could actually face going outside. And I filed my taxes. Oh yeah, I am ooooone who files her taxes, especially since it should result in money coming back to me, which I am always for.So here's the first vacation story. Our plane landed at the Las Palmas airport and we got to walk down the steps right off the plane like 40s movie stars, only the second the warmth and hot air and blue sky and ocean hit me I sort of couldn't move, and I just stood there with my eyes closed and my head back, crooning, "Aw yeah, see . . . this is better . . . " until the person behind...

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And we're back

Things that are slapping me right back into reality:I missed 2 spots with the sunblock--the end of my nose and the space between my eyebrows. I look like a prehistoric Rudolph.It is raining, windy, and freezing cold here.The heating is not currently working at my house, so I'm huddled at the computer wearing many layers. Am pondering adding newspaper sheets to the layers, because I hear paper is a good conductor.I have no groceries and don't want to go out in the cold and rain to buy some. Have been eating Spanish chocolate for breakfast.The load of dirty dishes that I left in the sink are still there, because I guess the dish fairies didn't...

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I believe Goldilocks said it best

When she said, "I close my eyes now and all I see are boobs." I´m sure some of my male readership will already identify strongly with this statement, but it´s a new experience for me. This will have to be quick, but as my sister reported, I am currently living in a sea of breasts. Just about everyone but Goldilocks and I are topless. All the time, everywhere. People look funny at US for wearing one-piece bathing suits! It´s mostly the middle-aged overweight ladies but there are also some young implant-sporting nymphs as well. And now I´m out of time at this Internet cafe, but I just wanted to report that, on account of I can´t even believe people were warning me about timeshare salespeople instead of warning me to watch out for flying boobies.That is all. The rest of Gran Canaria is gorgeous...

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Heirate Mich!

In the span of 3 days, I have sprained my right ankle after a dry biology lecture, created a brand new cut called Draco and listened to alot of metal, and I still never cease to hate school. Ban school!This song has been stuck in my head like a fishball in some unlucky fellow's oesphagus. So, in conjunction to update this jinxed blog, I shall post the lyrics here.HEIRATE MICH - RAMMSTEINMan sieht ihn um die Kirche schleichen seit einem Jahr ist er allein Die Trauer nahm ihm alle Sinne schläft jede Nacht bei ihrem Stein Dort bei den Glocken schläft ein Stein und ich alleine kann ihn lesen und auf dem Zaun der rote Hahn ist seiner Zeit dein Herz gewesen Die Furcht auf diesen Zaun gespießt geh ich nun graben...

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And I'm off!

Catch y'all next Mondayish when I get back, if I'm not killed off by the jellyfish, the blogging withdrawal, or the real-estate agents.Here's a screensaver for the wait. Do feel free to talk amongst yehselv...

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V for Vendetta

V for Vendetta is the best movie I have watched this year, highly thought-provoking. I feel that it is my duty to share with you some quotes from the movie.V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one...

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