maleyka: (spn} bang bang (you're dead))
My hormones are whack; I am having pregnancy envy at the ripe old age of twenty.

Dear biological clock,

kindly STFU.

Very little love,
The Rest Of Me

On other news, SEMESTER BREAK!!!!! *\o/* I shall now go find some lunch and then settle in with the flist, trying to get back into things. ♥

P.S.: On a scale from Awesome to Fucking Awesome, how awesome was SPN this week? Pls discuss.
maleyka: (amélie} the little things)
1) I was already in a good mood last night when I got back home, and then Helga and I sat down to watch tv and talked about the American elections, and then she said, "Oh, and Rumsfeld resigned," and I whooped and hollered for a good long while and she laughed at me. :D

2) Walking to the bus station in the wind and rain becomes a Very Special Experience when the wind appears to be coming from three different directions at once and all of them seem intent on wrestling your flimsy little H&M umbrella away from you. NOT ON.

3) New SPN tonight.

4) Home tomorrow night. Hopefully chance to catch up. ♥
maleyka: (misc}land der begrenzten unmöglichkeiten)
I am SO far behind and now with lj messing with comment notifications again, I'm pretty sure things are going right over my head. So please, if you left me a comment or something and I appear to be ignoring you, poke me? *bats lashes*

America voted yay! I always love my adopted country, but there are days when I love it more, and today is such a day. Well done, y'all. ♥

On the other hand, this. Motherfuckers, a "no" doesn't become a "yes" just because it follows one. It is that simple. Assholes.

On the other, other hand, I have a pretty new winter coat. *snuggles*
maleyka: (spn} am i doomed to ever roam)
OMG WHY DID I LEAVE MY WINTER COAT AT HOME. The weather is atrocious. Forty degrees and raining, raining, raining. Yuck. This is not nice weather not to have a car in. (Whining non-withstanding, I actually love the cold season. Sweaters and scarves and mittens and hats and huddling under blankets and hot chocolate and tea and darkness out and light inside and whee! Not to mention that every day brings us closer to Christmas now and Christmas, y'all, is my FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR. T-minus 52 days! Get ready! Shopping starts NOW! *cough*)

There's a pretty huge display in the lobby explaining Dia de Muertos to us pasty joyless Germans. And earlier someone was playing an electric guitar wtf. Uni has been 99% wonderful so far, except for the part where I'm going to be amassing the debt of a small third-wold-nation for the copying I have to do. Also, Intro to Literature makes me want to beat my skull against the wall repeatedly. It's literature. How can you make this boring? Our professor found a way.

Going home tomorrow, whee! And I have a possible room lined up to look at next Tuesday. Honestly, once I finally have my own place and am not caught in what feels like a perpetual limbo of not-here-yet-not-there-anymore, things will be pretty damn close to perfect.

I am squeezed right up against the window because a group of seriously adorable Japanese students descended on my table and all proceeded to whip out their own laptops. Hee.
maleyka: (ff} happee smilee kaylee)
I HAVE ACHIEVED INTERNETS \o/

FINALLY I figured it out, and all it took was a trip to the help desk and to the IP center. I'm in the library right now, on my very own computer, all logged into the uni network. Oh, secondary education is a beautiful thing.

Still no apartment. BUT I HAVE INTERNETS. WHEE!
maleyka: (ds} KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD BABYLON)
See, the thing about Supernatural is this. I helplessly, pathetically adore this show and I love every single episode. Granted, some eps more than others, but give me a minute to think about it and I will be able to name a dozen things I love even about my least favorite. So let me say about Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things )

Tomorrow it's back to Oldenburg with a bit more of my stuff to last me until Friday. Helga's guest room is seriously nice, and she's lovely enough to put up with me for a bit longer, so the living situation problem has become slightly less urgent. It doesn't change the fact I'm antsy as hell to get my own room. *sigh* And, well, online access. I'm taking the notebook with me this time around; Helga does have a router in the house - I'll have to talk to her son about when it can be on, and how long it can stay that way, and then of course see if my wonky connection even picks up the signal properly. But even if it doesn't, I can still try in the university library with the notebook and their computers, and if that fails too, I can use Michael's computer every other day at least. So. It's not "bad" by any stretch, but it certainly means I'll have much less time than I used to for being online "just because".

And I guess this is more for my own amusement than anything else, but here's my preliminary schedule. ) They did warn us the administration is probably going to shift people around during the first week - but let's hope it stays this way, because I'm seriously very fond of this schedule. Not to mention it's the only possible way I'm gonna get all my credits in. *bites nails*

Have I always been this boring? Okay, wait, maybe don't answer that.
maleyka: (Default)
Just in time for everyone to return from the con, I leave! *headdesk*

Uni orientation, yay(?). AND looking at rooms omg. Wish me luck! See y'all Thursday. ♥
maleyka: (misc} cherry blossom girl)
Oh, and there's a real life part as well! I know y'all are dying to hear it. *beams*

Let me start by saying the Oldenburg uni's office has some seriously AWESOME times for enrollment. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday from 10 a.m. to 12.30 p.m., which are AWESOME times that are NOT AT ALL difficult for the average WORKING person to keep, right? TWO THUMBS UP, OLDENBURG UNIVERSITY OFFICE. I already love you.

*cough*

So, there's no way I'm finding my way there myself. The Dad says, No big deal, I'll ditch my last class of the day and you pick me up at school at 9.30. That gives us three hours until the office closes, and it won't take us longer than an hour and forty minutes tops to get there. No problem, right?

Yeah. There were THREE tailbacks. THREE. It took us three-and-a-half hours to get to Oldenburg. *headdesk* The office, of course, was closed by the time we arrived on campus. So, shit. We compromised by having lunch in the cafeteria and I got a bit of a look at the main buildings. They're beautiful and uni-like and I love them.

At three I had an appointment to look at a potential place to stay, located very close to campus, in a nice big house. What would be my room looked great - new grey carpeting, freshly-painted white walls and a wood-paneled ceiling which sounds "ew" but was actually very pretty and cozy. They had a huge number of people who wanted it - numbers 24 and 25 called while I was there - but the girl who interviewed me seemed to like me and she invited me back for next week to meet the other two people who live there. So that's a good sign, I guess! (That place was so awesome. If you guys have any luck to spare, wish some of it to me, yes?)

Another room I'd been looking at fell through, so we paid a visit to a central agency that handles room offers in the city and the receptionist lady printed us out a list. No dice with the first number I called, but the second got me another interview for Wednesday night. I breathe a little easier now.

That was my yesterday! Got home, fell into bed. I leave for orientation stuff on Sunday, will come back home Thursday, stay the weekend, and start classes on the 23rd. I'm hoping and praying that I'll quickly find a room to stay in - a room with INTERNETS. *afeared*
maleyka: (ds} cheer up emo fake news anchor)
Ahahaha, the joys of being an optimist who gets super anxious about stuff. *facepalm*

No, for reals. Because one half of my brain is all, "Whee, uni! I'm excited! And I'm gonna find a real nice place to live IMMEDIATELY and it's gonna be AWESOME!" while the other half goes, "No! You're being glib! You don't know the history of psychiatry will be confined to the guest room forever! No one will want to live with you! You will NOT HAVE INTERNETS FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS!"

Which leaves me, as a whole, thinking SHUT UP SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU OMG.

I want a new brain.
maleyka: (spn} you have marker on your face)
Hey, I'm not sure I've really talked about uni at all this summer. Plenty about final exams, but nothing about what I'll be doing starting October 23rd. Obviously, this must be rectified. *g*

So. I'll be going to university to become a teacher! Yay! (History and English, to be exact.) As a matter of fact, I will be going to university here. My family laughs at me, because Oldenburg is where both my parents were born, grew up, and met. Oldenburg is also where I was baptized, where my dad's parents lived until their deaths and where my mom's mother still lives. I'm just keeping with family traditions, here.

The Dad and I will be going on Thursday (and he will force me to drive on the Autobahn for the first time since I got my license *shrieks*) so I can enroll. The dorms look fantastic but have insane waiting lists right now, so I'm still searching for a room. I've called three potential apartment shares so far - I have one "casting" on Thursday and two others calling me back to talk about inspections. They all sound very nice, but there's a fourth one I want SO BAD OMG - old building, hardwood floors, 11-foot-ceilings and 215 ft² all to myself. I mean. Just. I'm DROOLING. But no one's responded to my email so far, so I'm afraid the room's already taken. Bah. If all else fails I can still crash in a family friend's guest room, but that can obviously only be a temporary thing.

So, yes! That's what's going on with me right now.

I kinda wish that my grandpa were still alive, because he would have been so thrilled that one of the grandchildren is returning (at least for five years) to our family's hometown. That's just the kinda thing that would have made him insanely happy. I guess I'll just have to think of him real hard and hope that he hears, somehow. :)
maleyka: (misc} kittain!)
My cat is like a skittish feline version of Dean Winchester, I swear. He's all, "Dude. Don't pick me up. I mean it. Stop that cuddly shit. I said - oh. Oh. So you wanna scratch under my chin, huh. Okay. I guess I'm down with that." And then he lets me pet him for a minute while he purrs and digs his claws into my arm, until he decides I've used up my chick-flick moment quota for the month and takes off.

♥ kitty.
maleyka: (amélie} the little things)
Oh my God, y'all, transcribing is hard. I'm doing "Asylum" for [livejournal.com profile] spn_transcripts and I'm at nine pages and only sixteen minutes into the episode. And, you know, I adore "Asylum" and all, but my transcript is starting to look a lot like:

Cut to: INT. ASYLUM. DARK CREEPY HALLWAY #37

(Sam walks around with his flashlight.)

Cut to: INT. ASYLUM. DARK CREEPY HALLWAY #38

(Dean walks around with his flashlight and his gun.)

*SIGH*

The Big Car was broken (fixed now, thank God) so I got up and dressed at nine-thirty this morning, piled Mama and myself into the Little Car and drove her to school. Hee. It's a good twenty minutes each way, plus I took a wrong turn on the way back - of course - and ended up going in the wrong direction for a while, which cost me another fifteen. But the route is kinda pretty, lots of fields and a few foresty patches, and the sky was very very blue and I had the LotR soundtrack on in the car. So, there are much worse ways to start your day. :D

It was Mama's birthday today as well, so we went to our lovely little Vietnamese restaurant for dinner. I gave her a pair of real earrings she picked out herself, and a trip to the jeweler's to get her ears pierced. What better age to get metal shot through you than newly fifty-seven, right?
maleyka: (spn} must you cheapen the moment?)
Right. So. The parentals, being practical people (and also having witnessed exactly how out of control my nesting instinct has gotten over the last few weeks) gave me lots of practical things for my birthday. Like kitchen scales. And chopping boards. And a blender, which I was super excited about - yes, I totally freaked out over a blender. And also a cook book. You know what recipe #37 is?

Jell-O shots.

That's right.

I am the only person I know who absolutely never drinks alcohol. I was very amused.
maleyka: (misc} i wanna see some popozao!!1)
So, empathetic embarrassment! Fun for the whole family! [livejournal.com profile] monkiedude brought it up, and then [livejournal.com profile] mcee made a poll. So if you're thinking, "What the hell? I forward JUST TO THE SIMON COWELL BITS on American Idol!" or possibly, "I think I would die if I ever had to attend a celebrity Q & A session," then go vote! And if you don't give a damn, go vote anyway! There are tickyboxes! (Personally, I fall squarely into the second category. I mute the tv during most of the judging on talent shows, and as much as I love Jon Stewart, I don't think I will ever be able to watch his appearance on That Show Where He Called That Guy A Dick.)

In other news, I'll be twenty in two days. I don't feel like I should be twenty in two days. o.O
maleyka: (amelie} 1)
I have this really really awesome t-shirt that I bought in Florida two years ago and wore out the same night, which I shouldn't have because it was way too hot for it and I got all sweaty and gross, and there is a PERMANENT sweat-stain under the arm even after washing it, like, three times and it's grassy green and it says "cool as a cucumber" on it and I love it, but now I can never wear it again because, people, my sweat is TOXIC or something.

*deep breath*

Hi guys! I am home. There were no planes delayed or suitcases lost or ANYTHING. Right now I'm putting off sorting through the ENORMOUS HEAP OF STUFF that's gathered on my floor from attempting to sort out my closet before putting the new clothes in. Why is keeping order so HARD? Moooooooommy. I don't waaaaaaaaanna. SIGH.

Also, the universe loves me because, FOR THE FOUR WEEKS I WAS GONE? 96 Fahrenheit and sunny. Since Monday? 68 and overcast. Bliss, you guys.

Now, for the closet. And to post about the trip later.

(SIGH.)
maleyka: (Default)
Okay, my lovelies. I have to be up to leave for the airport in five hours, and if all goes well I'll be at my host family's house tomorrow afternoon. I'll be checking my email (mostly) daily and I'll try to be around here as much as I can. I'm sorry for the comments I owe, I'll try to get as many of these as I can once I'm settled in Rockford.

Kaydee, I'll let you know about the exact date just as soon as I've talked to the family!

Bye bye! ♥
maleyka: (spn rpf} sandywhack!)
So, about two weeks ago my life just turned around and exploded in my face with a thousand things hat all needed attending-to all at once, but in a good way. Or at least not a bad way. The point is that I'm (mostly) done now and hoping to be around more than just popping up sporadically every couple days. *clings to flist* I am so woefully behind on everything that is fandom I'm not even attempting to catch up. Just, if there's anything that has really caught your attention that you think I must see, or if you did anything yourselves (screw modesty. I already know y'all are super-talented and awesome) tell me plis?

Despite that I somehow found the time to stay up until 4 a.m. one night (God, you guys, I really wish I were kidding) to read all about the batshit insane that is MsScribe. It's just - man. If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favor and do it, if only for the WTF?!-ness of it all. I'm still all agape and I've had to, like, forcibly restrain myself - with varying degrees of success - not to wade into all the tangent-wanks this thing dredged up.

In other news, this summer is turning out far too hot for my liking. WAH. Seriously, when it comes to heat I'm such a delicate motherfucking flower it's ridiculous. However, I have pretty new shoes and hot pink toenails so I declare it a success anyway. And then there's the World Cup, OH THE WORLD CUP I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE. More on that maybe later.

I'm flying out to Chicago next Sunday (!!!), which means I'll be seeing my family and Becky, and while I'm still sad I couldn't come to L.A. to meet Jo and Brenda, I'll be visiting the loverly Mellies and probably be seeing Nan and I'm just so excited about all of that I could throw up. :D
maleyka: (kill bill} hard day's night)
It's only Saturday morning and I'm already stressed. I'll spare y'all the details. *paper bag*

I still need to call the host family and confirm, but it looks like I'll be in Rockford from July 2nd onward, for about three weeks, and toward the end of that time period spend time (four days or somesuch? Would that be okay?) with my most favorite limpet. YAY! So, hey, if you live close enough to Rockford that it won't cost me tons of money and, like, hours to take the bus there (because I don't have a car) and wanna meet up, drop me a line! *beams*
maleyka: (misc} natalie portman will fuck you up)
Dear supermarket shoppers,

if you are handicapped, by all means, use the handicapped parking spots. If the person you drove to the store is handicapped, use the handicapped parking spots. If the closest you ever came to disability was driving past a woman in a wheelchair on the way here FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT USE THE HANDICAPPED PARKING SPOTS.

Sincerely,
A Disgruntled Shopper

P.S.: Dear mothers, once your child's age has entered the double digits you might want to reconsider using up the mother/child special parking spots. Just saying.

Hallo! Possibly contrary to appearances I am, in fact, well and in a good mood. Holidays are a glorious thing, I'm telling you. Unless, of course, you start your day being yelled at by a big hor for not being on AIM and then, when you hurriedly amend that situation, said big hor is unresponsive and in fact appears to be passed out in front of her computer. *tiny fist of rage*
maleyka: (misc} natalie portman will fuck you up)
I don't endorse cruelty to animals. But there are times when I wish I had a shotgun so I could waste that little rat masquerading as a dog living next door.

STOP BARKING YIPPING HOLY SHIT

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