Post-Celebration Blog Entry

Felt a little bit woozy all day yesterday (for no apparent reason *ahem*) so I just vegged on the couch, not lifting a finger. Hence I need to blog today what went through my mind yesterday. Might be a little bit non-linear.

First: a fun link, even if it takes a bit long to load:

End of the World as we know it

Then:

I was watching the European MTV awards yesterday and here are my thoughts:

• Beforehand, the viewers were warned the show might contain offensive material. Now isn't it basically a requirement for starlets to wear as little as possible and for rock stars to vomit on stage? Why does MTV issue these warnings - it's pointless. OK, there was a part with COMPLETE FRONTAL NUDITY (gasp).
  
• In the morning, when he was painting a blue stripe across his face, Michael Stipe probably didn't foresee he was going to be "interviewed" by Kelly Osbourne about hair products and the fact that Christina Aguilera wouldn't talk to her. Just saying.
  
• Do I want to see Justin Timberlake on stage when Robbie Williams is also nominated? Can you spell "rethorical question"?
  
• Christina Aguilera increasingly looks like a roast chicken.
  
• The nudity bit was lame - it was supposed to look like the bit in "Hair", but the producers didn't stop to think that nobody in the audience had even heard of "Hair". Therefore it looked rather pointless. Nude people were holding signs that said "No war" (how YESTERDAY) and then lifted them over their head. Some of the sign holders were trying to cover their genitals with their hands. How pathetic.
  
• I really don't like the White Stripes and they suck live. At least they were singing live, most people were only lip-synching. Badly, I might add.
  
• Realized I had never seen Vin Diesel before. Then realized that really wasn't a problem.
  
• Funny part: Chris Pontius announcing the White Stripes had won and when they got up, yelling "No, it's Coldplay, really." Heh heh. Otherwise: Jackass sucks, too.
  
• Embarassing moment: when MTV Germany pretended its VJs were live on stage "Hello Edinburgh!" while nobody in their right mind would have mistaken the three amused onlookers in the background for the crowd in the main show.

Other than that:

I am going on holiday!

One week, all inclusive, Turkey. Yay! See you next Friday.

Yay! It's done! Finished university today. (At least if I didn't fail any of my written exams - which I doubt, but you never know.) Anyway. From now on, you may call me Ms. Dipl.-Psych. Or just Ma'am. Whichever you prefer. Cheers.

Waste more time on eighties music here:



I only scored 60, which means

a) that I had my head in the sand during most of the eighties
b) that I usually just sing along going mumblemumble while I have no clue what the lyrics actually are
c) that song lyrics tend to drop out of my head at an alarming rate
d) that my mind is slowly going
e) that I definitely need a music joker when going to Who wants to be a millionaire?

Oh, and these days I usually wake up with a song in my head. Don't know exactly why. The day before yesterday it was Boogie Nights...well, that was because I played a game featuring that song on the eyetoy, but I played that a week ago, so I don't know why it was in my head just now. Yesterday it was True Colours...well, that was because I fell asleep during *shudder* Fame Academy where a candidate was practising that song (unfortunately the one who is least able to hold a note - and that means something in Fame Academy, let me tell you!!!). And this is what's in my head today (and this time I've really got no clue how it got there - I even had to google the lyrics to find out what song it was):

Zwan

Of A Broken Heart

if only i die
just once in my life
if only to try
to take a guess, to be the best
a feeling i hide
that runs this world, that keeps us alive
i want you to climb with me

until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die

the heart of a child
is in your hands now
so let's see you smile
'cause i'm not impressed with your loneliness
and it's been a while
since you forgave all your changes made
so let's count the miles together

until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die

if only i die
just once in my life
if only to try together

until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die of a broken heart
a broken heart
until i die

If you have a song playing in your head, here's the place to let it out and let it free. Run like the wind, little song, run!

I'd like you all to take a moment to consider what it means to be able to Google again. I have to thank this man:

Thank you. :)

I retract everything nasty I said about the website my computer kept redirecting to when I tried to access Google. They had nothing to do with it, it's a virus (I wonder where my computer keeps getting those - is he sneaking around at night, visiting dangerous unhealthy places??). Anyway. Just trying to get rid of the damn thing and then it's Google Away! again.

Now I need to go and find my notes on the subject my exam on Wednesday will be about. That and I need to clean the apartment. And wash.

By the way, I am going on a vacation next week...wheee! Booked a week-long trip to Turkey. I certainly hope there still will be some sun because I am as white as a fish's underbelly in the deepest areas of the Mariana's Trench. Though I once saw a documentation on sea creatures of the deep and this metaphor/analogy/whateverfigureofspeechitis might just mean I have big purple spots on my face that are glowing in the dark. Yikes.

And I still am a bit nervous about starting to work. I don't know why really, I've worked in a lot of places before. Hm. I wonder if I'll get a business card. Yay. I'll go and visit my future workplace on Wednesday after my exam, I guess, to take a look at my office and everything.

Now I'll check my mail, if I find links that are fun I might be back to post them later.

Happy Hallowe'en, everybody!

Dear students. Today we're going to learn about the important lessons that life (and Cosmopolitan) teach us. We're going to study the

10 Signs He's "THE ONE"

1. He looks at Pamela Andreson centrefolds and insists he doesn't know what the big deal is.
Great. I don't think I've ever met a guy who a) really liked Pamela Anderson (compared to, say Cameron Diaz) or b) would admit it. So I guess pretty much everybody qualifies. Yay for us.

2. He spends the weekend with your family and still wants to date you.
Are you saying there's a problem with my family? Are you talking to me? Do you feel lucky, punk?

3. Instead of a Sunday kick about, he offers to spend the day in bed, painting your toenails and giving you back rubs.
Hm. Sounds to me like "THE ONE" is gay. I mean who could derive any joy from painting toenails. Even if it's your girlfriend, come on. I'd sneer at a man who'd do that. That, and I don't particularly like back rubs. Spending the day in bed, why not, but why should he do it if he doesn't want to. Stupid rule, that #3.

4. He doesn't fall asleep immediately after sex.
Well, that's good. That way he can watch *me* sleep and pick his nose or something. I'm not going to stay awake, so Mr "PansyboystaysinbedonSundays" has something to cuddle. Nosirree.

5. He lets you use his toothbrush when you crash at his place.
Ewwwwww. Well, I'm going to use it anyway, but "lets you use his toothbrush"? What kind of a rule is that?

6. He leaves you cute, little loving messages every day at work and has done for the past two years.
a) Embarrassing
b) Annoying
c) Stalker?
d) All of the above

7. Even after seeing you covered in a mud mask and stuffing your face with ice cream he still looks at you the same way he did the moment he first saw you.
Are you kidding me? Do you know how *cute* I look wearing a mud mask? And he's probably stuffing his face with ice cream, too, so who's he to talk??

8. When you argue with him, he never chalks it up to your PMS.
That's actually a good thing.

9. He brings you daisies just because it's Tuesday.
This rule sets up totally unrealistic expectations because NO MAN will ever bring you flowers for no reasons EXCEPT when threatened at gunpoint. Maybe, but only maybe you might change the rule to ...just because it's your birthday... but don't count on it. Flowers and men just don't mix. Honestly. If you believe in that rule, "THE ONE" will be forever beyond your grasp. THEY JUST DON'T DO IT. Don't nag them. It's not in their genes. Cosmopolitan has aggravated many a relationship with rules like these.

10. He insists on waking up at 5am to take you to the airport.
Doubtful, and I'm not sure I'd expect it. Nice, of course

Honestly, who thinks of stupid things like these. And are there women who believe in them?? Who reads Cosmopolitan other than to point out ridiculous things and laugh?? There must be some people. Dear me.

Feeling woozy today. I hate colds. You're not really sick, but can't really do anything, my head feels like it's filled with huge soggy cotton balls. The cats like it, though, since I am curled up in bed acting as a huge human heating pad for their curling up needs.

News from the dating front: Not only has Mr X written me an e-mail on Sunday and called on Monday, NO!! He wrote me another e-mail yesterday asking if we could meet again on Friday. Sigh. I feel really stupid about this because I have no idea why I would rather cut my toenails on Friday than meet him again. It was a nice date on Saturday... but still when I think about meeting him on Friday I really, really don't want to. How does one wrap that up nicely? I have no idea. Maybe I should just meet him on Friday but then say - that's it. Maybe I should put a stop to it rightaway which probably would only be fair. That and it would save awkward time on Friday. I hate this. Dating sucks. I'm not doing it again. Not that I object to going out with men, I object to the process of dating. OBJECTION, your honor!

So now I am lying in bed, my head is empty and I don't know what to say on the phone tonight. Pffhtmph! And my TV is in the other room. Crap.

Immenent Danger of Sinusses making Head Explode Leads to Link Day!!

a) Quick, everybody to the left! (No actual children were harmed during this incident) Tee hee.

b) This looks like fun. I've always wanted my own magazine.

c) Optical illusions rule!

d) News flash: Urinal Test says I am probably a woman!

e) A time waster for people good at song lyrics (practice here for your time as music joker when I am on Who wants to be a millionaire?)

Oh, and one thing more: not only did my date write an e-mail, no! he also called yesterday. Which unfortunately made me realize I did not either look forward to him calling me again or us meeting any time soon. Why? I have no idea. I'm feeling rather depressed about this. I think I need a hug. (This may be the fever talking, though :)