Mynona's musings

Bwahaha I get a pony!

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 19:35:00 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last week I bought porn for ravelwoods (10 points). In May I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points). Last Tuesday I helped dr_dandie hide a body (-173 points). In September I helped 00manticore00 across the street (6 points). In October I donated bone marrow to scyllablue in a life-saving procedure (300 points).

Overall, I've been nice (144 points). For Christmas I deserve a pony!

Sincerely,
mynona

A bit late but....

The appropritness of what I helped dr_dandie with!

Dis and dat

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:58:15 GMT

So I've been doing loads of stuff.

I'm taking riding lessons regularly, and it's going great. Liebchen aka Lillan, is doing better from one lesson to the next and is making incredible progress. I'm relearing stuff I know that I knew a couple of years ago. And learning a couple of new things. The owner, of the horse, is having a great time seeing the horse making progress and having fun. Lillan loves attention and though she sometimes doesn't understand, she does everything to please her rider. Mostly. She's a bit naughty on occation. I can allow her that.

We've been playing Vampire the Masquerade, for a total of two sessions, and it's been fun, interesting and bit difficult since it was some time since we played. Also, our Gm has been evil, as GMs usually are, and his plots are very very complicated. We had loads of clues, but nothing to connect them. Though, as I said, it's been very fun.

Uni's annoying. As usual. The new course is... undefined, to say the least. To say more one could call it over worked, too ambitious and plain stupid. I will.

I also haven't been able to contact the person I'm supposed to be traineeing with. It's not an issue yet, but it will be, very soon.

Boyfriend is being... odd. I'm trying to make him understand that relationships doens't just happen, you have to work on them. He's in love with being in love and doesn't really want to listen. And I have to be the one saying 'no' all the time and because of that I become the bad guy. I don't want to be the bad guy. I want to be one of a pair of odinary guys. He's egocentric, and everything revolves around him, and when it doesn't he either ignores it or makes it so. He also got mad because I happened, for once, to best him at DDR. First time, ever. He's such a sore loser. Gha. It's worth not playing with him anymore, just so that I won't have to deal with that again. I just can't be bothered to.

Time for another update

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:40:57 GMT

It was some time now, since I updated. I haven't had the time... er... well, I've forgotten about it to be honest. I'm a bit lazy with these things. And to think Becca wants to me to start a picture journal. It'd never work.

So what's new in my life?

Well, uni's started, they're insane, as always. They've been doing a lot of even stupider things than usual, though. As sending us out on 'information-gathering' without saying what we're supposed to look at, or why. Our schedule's been a bit insane, also. And they couldn't understand why we thought it unfair that our group got only afternoon lectures while the other group got all the morning lectures.

I've started taking riding lessons, and it's going relly well. The horse is evolving very rapidly and the riding instructor likes the way I ride and compliments my 'solid knowledge of the basics'. I'm very happy about this because one instructor I had was all about how bad I was at riding, over all.

My knee's... well, Physiotherapy helped some but I can no longer be bothered to go. I know what's wrong with my knee, I know what has to be done to fix it but my hospital-journals are lost somewhere and no one can be bothered to clear things out for me. All that's left is re-doing everything and start from the bottom again. That'd mean that I won't get to see a doctor who can do anything about my knee in another three years.

It's all so...useless.

The worst thing is that it's spreading. I no longer have any severe pains in the knee, it's moved upwards and immobilizes the whole thigh instead.

ah well, untill next time
/Myn

What me and Ben do...

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 17:36:25 GMT

Ben says:
purple kettle of dubious consent?
Mynona says:
no no no
Mynona says:
how many purple chickens?
Ben says:
15, everyone knows that!
Mynona says:
green beaver!
Ben says:
spurious cows invent flings aplenty
Mynona says:
chrystantemum, bananas
Ben says:
only in the tuesday of the week
Mynona says:
yes, plaid gurkins aplenty
Ben says:
i philandered a roast pyjama
Mynona says:
Yemen, strolling troll sunrise
Ben says:
in porcupine, haribo saunter gently incorporations
Mynona says:
Goat's milk!?! Choclate dreamy fever
Ben says:
let's drive to brighton on the t-shirt
Mynona says:
cat nefarious purposes on the fly
Ben says:
goering's kippers went to corpulence

The return of the evil, or at least thoughtless, stepmother

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:50:49 GMT

Yesterday we went to dad's place to eat, since we're no longer visiting there as we used to do.

Evil stepmother managed to insult me twice, in under five minutes, and I don't think she even realised. First I got the gift they bought in the US. A Britney Spears perfume... Then she asks about the surgery, and I claim that I don't belive it to have been sucessful and that I have to do surgery again where they'll cut the tendon. She answers with 'well, you've got to expect some pain in your life'

What I've got is not 'some pain'. I'm not even 25 years old, I should be able to at least walk without pain. But not at the moment... question is, will I manage 7 weeks of not using the knee after the surgery?

Dragons

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 06:46:10 GMT

yes I dreamt again. This time I was a dragonrider and because dragonriders weren't allowed to be female I was an abomination and was thus hunted by those in power.

Mum was with us, she had run away to the Free Countries to have me, knowing that I'd be a female dragonrider and that was apparently allowed in those countries. I have no idea why we moved back to the country we're in now.

We were several persons in the group, they were apparently rooting for my side, and we were hiding in the woods when the bad soldiers came. Led by me (their coragious leader) we ran to and old abandoned fortress not far away and hid under grey blankets to look like the stones the fortress was built of. There was a voice in my head telling me where to go to find the fortress.

Later found us in a very modern-day shopping mall. Panic broke out as the evil people started an earthquake to scare us out. I managed to signal to everyone that we'd meet in a café when everything had calmed down again, how I managed to signal to everyone is a mystery since we were spread out all over the mall.

I pushed my way through the panicing crowds and I had two other of my guys with me. We later met up in the café where someone was drinking beer.

I woke up.

And was kind of disapointed because there were no dragons to be seen. Anywhere. despite the fact that I was a dragon rider. :(

More dreams

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 07:18:03 GMT

After last night I didn't think I could dream more, or wierder but hey, I amaze even myself.

This time I was in prep-school, but not just any prep. No, it was preparation school for flying jet fighters.

From stairs.

I think I graduated because I flew a jet, and you could only do that if you we're in real 'fighter school' not just the prep.

For some reason we used giant yellow rubber ducks (positioned in water, just as yellow rubber ducks ought to be) as targets.

Have exam this afternoon.

Dreams, or when will they come to put me away?

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 19:50:21 GMT

Last night I dreamt that I was Harry Potter.

I was the loved and loving pleasure slave of Lord Voldemort, and I was mostly known just as Pet. Lucius Malfoy smiled at me.

For some reason Lord Voldemort made me study (muggle) British Literature at the University.

I think I need a brain-transplant.

Long time no write

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 18:17:43 GMT

So, what have I been up to since I last posted?

I went to London, it wasn't a total disaster, but some things didn't go as smooth as they might. If you read this, you already know what I'm speaking of. So no more about that.

I've been reading a lot for uni. Most of the books have been okay, except for Union Street which really sucks, but not the kind of books I would choose to read if I had the choice. That's annoying, because it's taken some of the joy out of reading. But next month two of my favourite authors are give out new books, which I hope I'll be able to get. That'd make reading funner. (if you don't get the joke, read more books)

Uni's going okay, periods of doing nothing followed by intense periods of doing everything. At the moment we're building up to one of the do-everything peridos. Add to that the fact that I can't really sit in front of the computer for very long, or just sit anywhere, because my knee starts aching. It'll be over soon, but not soon enough.

Blargh.

I'll let that word end this transmission, over and Blargh.

whatever you wish it to be

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 19:17:41 GMT

My boyfriend's family gatherings are much more fun than mine. No one's ever thrown a pot of cream over mum, the furniture and random other guests, at our parties.

Also, he made plans for redecorating his appartment. Go him. It's needed.

Third thing that happened was that we powered up our DOD characters. We've supposedly spent three years (and 200 exp) on this. Everything seemed great until the GM muttered 'good... none of you saw the changes' just before exiting the door...

That's kind of omnious isn't it?

While the heart stops beating

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 10:27:00 GMT

Decided to translate the great Cosa Nostra song 'när hjärtat slutar slå'. I tried to get it as close to the original when it comes to content and meter, it does not rhyme but the original doesn't really either.

A Friday night at the school yard
It’s cold and quiet, all the children left
It screeches from a swing, under great duress
It holds a little girl whose mind’s heavy as led
Her eyes are cried red, her empty gaze
Searches the fog, despairing for what she sees
Where she is; children never smile
The sounds from the swing becomes her daddy’s heavy stride
Alone with her shame and without hope
She has cried into the silence, when all alone in her bed
The beast that lives in daddy’s body
Has soft, silken hands but a heart made of stone
Silent and dreamless sleep
A quiet and guilt free dream
Where the wind can caress her hair
Soothe her and dry her tears
While the heart stops beating
So she thinks about her mother’s warm embrace
Where she once was named and felt so safe
About what the bible says; honour your parents
But from the life she led, only memories remain
She’s carried this secret for too long
In a family where everything is kept quiet
It was in another time, another reality
She swears to herself to never let it happen again
With her mother’s painkillers in her hand
She asks them for a place in which daddy can’t reach her
And there the silent darkness slowly rocks her
It sways her softly to sleep
While the heart stops beating
Silent and dreamless sleep
A quiet and guilt free dream
Where the wind can caress her hair
Soothe her and dry her tears
While the heart stops beating

RPG-ing again.

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 08:17:07 GMT

Been spending the weekend playing a Swedish RPG rather similar to D'nD, it's also ironically abbrivated to DoD.

Anyways, the party consists of Faddenmerith, elf assassin/spy, a dwarf warrior (Jorkar), a human female bard (Ehlana) and sometimes a human (peace-loving, vegetable-eating) Paladin (Pegas)

This story starts in the forest, it's night-time and Pegas is on watch, suddenly a cry from him is heard "There are zombies in the camp!" he calls. Not 'near' the camp or 'close too' but actually 'in' camp. Apparently he'd been sleeping on his watch. We do make it out wihtout taking serious damage, though.

We meet a hobbit tradesman on the road that day and we are hired as his guards. That evening the tradesman's people go missing and we're attacked by three vampires, two of whom are hobbit-sized. They die. We wake the tradesman, torture him on behalf of the peace-loving Pegas, steal his wagons and ties him to a three in the middle of nowhere.

We visit a temple a day later because Jorkar and the Pegas are hurt. When they are levitated back (sleeping) to the wagons where Ehlana and I are waiting we notice the the dwarf no-longer has a beard. the world's first Dwobbit.

A few days later we get to a town where we stay over night. Somehow Jorkar, in a revenging frame of mind, hires two prositutes, a female elf for me and an orch-woman for Pegas. I get a massage and when Pegas screams and runs out of his room, to later drink himself into a stupor, I send the elf out along with the dwobbit. The rest of the night Jorkar spends in Pegas room watching the elf and orch getting it on.

We continue our jounrney, woving never to stop in that town ever again, and end up in the swamp we're supposed to hunt Oonoqoies in. We do manage to kill one of these demons and steal its heart. This time I was on guard so we were awake before it started hurdling fire-balls at us.

After a brief de-tour around the town we just passed through we go back to another forest known from before. We need a little help from Falion who lives in this forest (who also gave us this quest) because we need to pick flowers, and we don't know what they look like. We are attacked by another, far stronger demon, and we don't fare so well. We are saveed by a Kakion (a cat-like creature who stands on its hind legs and has wings, about 1.2m high) called Hirimar. He sends us all into a healing sleep. We wake up at a small camp somewhere within the forest and thank Hirimar for saving us.

We bathe in a small lake and the dwarf's beard is magically restored. We've been laughing our asses off from all the beard-jokes the last few days.

We meet a wandered who can help us identify the flowers we need and after a very long de-tour we return to Falion. We crus the ingridients together (a magic jewel, the heart of a demon, five strange flowers and some really strong elven wine.) and Drink it.

After the trip of our lives we end up, severly weakened, at a castle. Falion's beaming at us asking us how we liked his special recepie.

Uni

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 21:15:55 GMT

Yesterday I registered for the next term of Uni. English C-level (credits 40-60) that means I've studied 40 weeks of English already and is heading on to my next 20. It's scary. Especially because the information the uni had sent out was faulty, but I got that cleared up, thankfully.

So this term I'll do 2 credits "Written Proficency" a course I've had in both the A and B level but still can't figure out the reason for. 4 credits of "Pop Culture and the English Language" which sounds really nifty and 4 credits of "British Literature after 1960", which is also great because it'll star my favourite professor. I also manaed to get the favourite professor as Supervisor for my C-level essay. WOHO! 20-30 pages that essay is supposed to be. I'm scared.

Today I got another letter from Uni, apparently I passed the retake of the "Language Variation" exam and so I've passed this term with no credits unacounted for, that's great. means that I'll have less troubles getting money from CSN for studying and it's never good to leave credits dangling. Or anything else for that matter.

I'd just wanted to add that my schedule for this term is fabulous, lessons two or three times a week until the end of March, after that nothing but the essay. Which is scary in its own right.

Also, the 'w's in this typeface are really cool

Bow down before me!

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 20:55:32 GMT

Just so that you can hereby announce meby my right title.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Imperial Majesty Mynona the Excited of Great Leering
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Blahurg

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 19:13:45 GMT

Well, everyone. I've been a bit absent the last few weeks, mostly because of the three weeks spent traineeing was followed by two and a half weeks full of exams. 3 sit-down exams and 4 hand-ins to be exact. I have been stressed out of my mind. Which became blatantly obvious early this morning when I woke from a nightmare. A nightmare entailing having forgotten to produce enough hand-ins.

Other than that I'm feeling restless, since I do not have the threat of several things hanging over my head, I'm not even sure what to do with myself. Camrille might get written, it has been a while since I could muster the energy for that. This restlessness might be the very cure it needs.

Christmas is soon, I have gotten most of the gifts but my brother's still needs buying. And parts of mum's, of course. My brother decided that giving mum a kitty-cat for christmas is a good idea and thus I have been burdened with buying food, food-trays, litterbox and litterbox-sand to cover the most immidiate needs.

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 07:46:20 GMT

I'm tired, traineeing, living with my boyfriend and my best friend is out of town.

And that's that.

I always thought there was something fishy about him

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 15:57:40 GMT

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 05:31:24 GMT

It's early morning, though I've been awake for some time already. For some reason I get hit by insomnia every time I get a cold. Is this normal? I mean, if I'm lucky I'm able to sleep five hours. Unfortunately I have to go to uni today and I haven't really slept in a while so... you get the idea. Grammar has never been this fun. 'it-clefts'...heheh.

I'm also more easlily annoyed when ill, probably because I'm also tired. Boyfriend has a problem understanding this. Especially the 'don't touch me' clause. I'll exist within my small bubble of misery, BY MYSELF, thank you very much. No I don't want hugs. No I don't want cuddles, and absolutely nothing more than that. Just don't touch me. I know I have to listen to his needs as well as mine but where's the border for how many of my no's makes one of his 'yes's?

And his annoying habit of demanding huggs and kisses in the worst moments. Cuddling while cooking is no great idea, not only because I get stressed by having a hot stove nearby. Kissing and hugging in public sets off my schizofrenia (or however it's spelt) I just can't relax and limiting my movements and line of sight really doesn't help. And no, I'm not a big fan of other people being snuggly in public either.

He asked my yesterday if I missed him and I automatically said yes, but I found that I really didn't. I saw him last weekend and I'll see him this weekend, it's enough for me, that knowledge. Is there something wrong with me for thinking like that? Does it mean that I'm less in love than he is? Just because I don't stuck myself as a band-aid all over him as soon and as often as he's within sight doesn't mean I don't love him, right? I'm not big on touch, why can't he understand that?

Another thing that annoys me is his unability to see things from any other point of view than his. He complained yesterday that he was tired and I asked why. He claims he only has five or six hours of sleep every night. I jokingly told him to go to bed earlier, I though he meant that he slept badly, and he got cranky and said that if he did he wouldn't have as much time to do social things because of work. I did a brief calculation for him 'nine hours at work, seven in bed leaves eight hours for yourself'. "It doesn't work that way" he replies. Well, it does! It's time to grow up. Being grown up means more time spent doing things you hate on account of things you like to do, it's right there, in the dictionary, right besides 'Adult'.

Again, that might only be me. I know I'm not always in the right, but can my thoughts and feelings be wrong all the time? Maybe it's just because our backgrounds are so different, we did grow up in very different surroundings after all. But still, we're both human and we're both here now. And if this is supposed to be a realtionship we need to meet somewhere in the middle. Somewhere between piles of laundry and unwashed dishes, to the right of the computer but remember to keep the ps2 on the left.

To go, or not to go.

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 06:40:55 GMT

The question of my, somewhat, irrational fear of the dentist was brought up again, yesterday. At this point I'm more likely to get a hammer and bash myself over the head of I got a toothache, rather than going to the place of horrors.

I loved going to the dentist when I was small, the fear didn't come until I was 13 or so. I have no real 'reason' to be afraid, never pulled a tooth, never had caries or anything. Most painful so far has been the brace but still, I didn't find fitting a new one every month or two very disturbing, mostly because the dentist wasn't looking at my teeth while doing so.

I know one thing that ticks me off, and that's being prone on that stupid chair whith a lot of pointed, sharp instruments that's gleaming evilly while pointing in the general direction of my neck/upper chest. Not the best position to be with, even with a person you trust.

They never fucking lock, or even close the door. I'm a controll-freak, for various rather tedious reasons, and I simply cannot relax when people pass by the door all the time, they can enter whenever they want, and sometimes they do: to fetch stuff that's missing in another room and so on, and when I'm prone on that stupid chair I can't defend myself. And there's no one in the room that I can trust to do it for me, if push comes to shove.

I don't like the fact that they are often two people in there, the dentist and the dentalnurse/dental hygenist. Mostly, for reagular check-ups at least, she doens't do anything but annoying me. couldn't she just leave the room?

So, if the dental nurse went out of the room and closed the door, then maybe I could relax just a tiny bit? Maybe I could actually go to the dentist without having to throw up. My last session there, about three years ago, ended with me having to run for the toilet. And that was just for checking a tooth that an idiot had almost punched loose.

But how do I make them understand this? I've tried talking to them and the help I got was three sessions within two weeks with the hygenist. Our first session went like this:
Her: "So, which tooth has got caries?"
Me: "none."
Her: "So what are you doing here? Get going! Off that chair! I'll un-book the other two sessions."

next thing was giving me a drug that's sedative and afterwards makes you forget what's happened while the drug being in your system. It's mostly used for kids who doens't want to fix holes. It didn't work. The only thing that happend is that I remember the fear even more, and the panic that comes from not being able to control my body properly.

Next I was too old. There's special therapy for people who really doens't like the dentist, like me. But just for people below 18. At this point I was passed that, and all people say is 'adults don't get afraid of the dentist'

Well, news for you people. Adults do get afraid of the dentist. Sometimes the fear of someone finding out is worse than the fear itself, but in my case it isn't.

And I don't care what people think of me. I'm afraid, it's their job to help me make it managable, not mine.

Dreams

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 19:25:11 GMT

I dreamt last night, nothing unusual there, but I can't quite remember what the dream was about. It was one of those dreams you stop and think about, not because what it was about but because of what it makes you feel.

There were white feathers and wings. Everyone had them, like angels, everyone but me. My wings were dark and fleshy, with no feathers, like a bats, except where a bat's wing-membrane is soft mine was hardish. Almost as if I was a dragon... or demon.

Apart from the wingy-ness, I remember feeling inferior. It was a long time since I felt that inferior, but it wasn't just bad self-confidence, there was something more... I had to do what my betters told me, though I don't think there was a punishment if I didn't, I just had to obey.

And then there was a lover, except... he was realy two people, or maybe 'they' were really two people. A darkhaired and a redhead, I loved them both equally though in different ways.

I don't really think that's possible in real life, but in dream-land it certainly is.

The feeling I awoke with was content-ness. I very nice feeling, one I haven't had in a while, maybe that's why it stayed for me for most of the day.

Prodding and Poking

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:12:15 GMT

I was at the orthopedic doctor yesterday, finally. The meeting went something like this:

Doctor: *pokes* "Does this hurt?"
Me: "no."
Doctor: *pokes in another place* "Does this hurt?"
Me: "YES! Ow"
Doctor: *pokes in a third place* "Does this hurt?"
Me: "Ow, ow, yes!"
Doctor: "Does it hurt more here *pokes in the second area* Or here *pokes on the thrid place*?"
Me: "OWOWOW! They hurt about the same, ie; a lot!"
Doctor: "hmm, I think it's your [enter doctry speech] or your [enter more doctory speech]because the first is signalled by pain here *pokes*
Me: "Ouch!"
Doctor: "Though the second thing is here *Pokes again*
Me: "OW!"
Doctor: "but I think it's the first. It doesn't really matter, we'll do a [more doctory mumbo-jumbo]-oscpy, if it's the first thing we'll fix it, if it's the second thing, after all, we can fix it also, during the same proceedure." *poke*
Me: "Sounds good" *is totally confused so when she gets poked the last time she almost knees the doctor in the face. he had it coming, I say*

So now I have a something-something-oscopy to look forward too. Though I'm on the short list, no pun intended, I won't get time for surgery before christmas.

More nonsense, really.

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 09:31:02 GMT

Spent two days looking at how teachers have it with the younger kids, about 11-16 year olds. Oh my. I'm so never going to do that again. They were scary, real scary. And loud.

Now I'm back at the College/highschool/uppersecondary/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. And it's so... tranquile? I would never have thought of it like that before but I do now. The pupils I'm suppsoed to teach here can be quiet, on occation.

My ears have been chafed on the inside. I didn't know that even 10 of the little buggers could make that much noise, all the time.

it's also the reason I'm never going to have kids myself, they are scary.

Come closer now.

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 20:19:00 GMT

Come closer now, closer still and I will tell you a secret.

What secret, you ask

A secret it took many years and several suciside attempts to figure out. The secret of life.

It doesn't matter what others think of you. Really, it doesn't. It is nice, that I can't dispel, to have their approval but it is not necessary. The most important thing is to be true to yourself. that way, in the end, the people around you are the ones that will like you for what you are and not what they think you should be.

Don't be frightened of being considered 'strange' or 'odd'. We only have one life, live it! Don't go hiding in fear because of what other people might think. Their opinions are not important.

I've been called insane, I take it as a compliment because if people like Brittney Spears, George Bush and David Beckham are considered normal, I don't want to be normal.

And when you think of it, it's YOUR value of normal that's important, not other people's.

some say to 'get in touch with your inner child'. What inner child, says I. There is no inner child, there's just the lack of fear of being considered 'immature', 'strange' or 'odd'.

Confidence is a good thing, but don't try to artificially create one. Drugs and alcohol is not the answer. confidence can be boosted by doing things you like and is good at (or not) and just being content with the result. If someone praises it, the better.

Try to praise other people's efforts more. You know that good feeling you get when praised? Don't forget to give it to others.

Stand by your beliefs! Hate pink! Rebel against esparaguses! But remember, pick your battles. Don't always expect to win, that's just ignorant. letting other people win might lead to new, and exiting, experiences for you.

Realise how little you really know and try to fix it. The more knowledge you hold, the better. People often confuse knowledge with intelligence, that isn't right. intelligence might mean that the other guy is better at maths than you, but you can still know what plants to grow where, when Henry the III was written or what Bãt means in regular English.

Ponder this. All knowledge is knowledge. Even if you know things like when Axl Rose was born. Knowledge equals power.

Be curious, but not nosey. Curious will teach you things, nosey will hurt you or those around you. How to find the balance? practice, my friends, Practice.

In other words, let yourself out of that shell of other people expectations that's making you feel bad. it's a good thing to have expectations on yourself but other people's expectiations are just their own unfulfilled cravings of their own.

Dunno, really. Something.

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 19:49:57 GMT

Major election today. It does not look good, I tell you. The rightwingers and the lefties are, so far, in a tie and it's generally aknowledged that we won't know the outcome of the election until wensday when all the postal votes and votes from people out of the country has been accounted for and registered.

Having a goverment that's half and half won't be a good thing, neither group will be able, or dare to, make any important decisions at all. Having the rightwingers win is almost as bad. Our country works, mostly. I don't want a person running it (and ruining it) because they think that anyone has a year's worth of salaries on the bank. Because everyone has that, right? [what and idiot for minister of /money/ that moron was]

Most annying thing:

Wisdomteeth.... I'm teething again. I want one of those nifty toys you give to teething babies. The one you put in the freezer because this is really getting on my nerves.

Most stressful thing:

Exam tomorrow. tried to do the 'test exam' except that we didn't have most of the info needed to answer the questions right, or even answer them at all. THAT is not our fault.

Thought:

Need to give dad money for the comp, now that I got some.

Annoyance

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 13:31:27 GMT

Last night the Evil Stepmother inderctly accused me of lying. I was in 'my' room reading a bit of Shakespeare when I heard her and dad talking downstairs. Apparently they were talking about when the three of us kids had to get up. She asked dad if he knew when I had to leave for Uni and he said that "She said her lecture started at 11am" (which it did) to my amazement I hear her reply "She said that, but I don't believe it."

Why's she always doing and saying stuff like that? A year ago I wouldn't have been able to take it, I can now, but still. It's not nice to always hear that you're inferior, that you're lying, that you aren't welcome.

Also, she continously renames my boyfriend (been a couple for the last 6 months) after my friend's husband. The first time it was funny, now, five months later, it's not as fun anymore.

Ugliest hat, ever:

Catharina in Trinity Blood.

Ugliest hairdo on otherwise cool character, ever:

Abel Nightroad/Krusnik 02 from the same series. He's cool, his hair defenitly isn't. He also has a thing for sugar.

I want some chocklate, but that won't happen until tomorrow.