Friday, January 30, 2009

First times

So I'm in Edinburgh, Scotland. And I'm still alive and safe and sound.

At the moment I'm completely and utterly alone. I'm in a city without knowing anybody.

I dropped my mom off at the airport this morning. Then I moved into my apartment (love the sound of the "my"), Roomie and I got the internet installed (with the help of her brother because we needed a wrench and the internet package contained a plastic one), and this afternoon her brother took Roomie to the station to get the bus home.

Mom and I got in Edinburgh on Monday. If went to see a room just before dinner. It was tooooooooo small. The kitchen couldn't hold more than one person. The bathroom was the same. The bedroom was pretty big. But that was it. The livingroom was turned into a bedroom. So I would be spending most of my time in my bedroom. Not my idea.

In the evening I visited Roomie. We'd already had contact over mail. And it clicked, but I didn't want to only check her apartment. What if I didn't like it? Okay it's not that big either but it's great for the two of us. We have a bathroom, kitchen, livingroom, 2 bedrooms. And it's less than a 10 min walk to work. A cab to work would only be 4 pounds. (we took a cab from the hotel down the road of work to Roomie, because the bags were too heavy to carry).

Roomie didn't have internet yet, because she didn't have a computer. But I really need internet, for school and to call home and stuff (don't you just love skype).
She called the company and we got a package today to set it up and working before the weekend.

I'm alone for the whole weekend because I don't know anyone yet, the internet is my only resort. I haven't figured out how the tv channels work. And to see what's on I need the internet. Teletext is bugging, everytime I want to see what's on later, the tv is searching for all the channels again just before I get the right teletext page, sigh.

But back to my first week of Edinburgh. We've done the sightseeing tour, did the castle, got mixed up in the kings and queens. King James IV of Scotland is King James I of England. And mom thought that Queen Mary of Scots was the sister of Elizabeth (the daughter of anne boleyn). But that was wrong. Queen Mary of Scots was a cousin. Sigh all those names. But that's what you get with keeping the family names.

So this post was going to be about first times. This is the first time I've been living on my own, been away from home (foreign country) on my own, the first time I really have to take care of myself. And I think I'll come across a lot of first times when I'm here.

Since I don't have anything to do the weekend I'm going to take some pictures of the apartment and post them.

Friday, January 23, 2009

School's out

So school's out, well for me, for this year.

Today I had my resit. And if I failed it wasn't my fault. No because Stupid was being well....Stupid.

You know the stuff about the difference between men and women. And you've got this one sentence that both men and women have to interpunct (is this correct English?)

Woman without her man is nothing

The men wrote: “Woman, without her man, is nothing.”
The women wrote: “Woman! Without her, man is nothing.”

Well...that would be the reason why I could possibily fail.

A bit more clear:
In some questions he forgot the "main" verb: I going to walk
Some questions had to be rearranged, because the words were English but the sentence wasn't.
He didn't use the right interpunction: we bought a house, it's kitchen is big.
He doesn't know the rules of "a" and "an": a animal

But okay I'll do the exam again in August.

Now on to more fun stuff. I'm packing for Edinburgh, for my internship, jeej :D.
I think I'm forgetting everything. I've got an universal plug, and taking an outlet box, so I don't need a lot of universal plugs. The contracts that I need. I got my creditcard so if I forget something I can always buy it. But I can only take 15 kilos on the plane. I can 1, 2 or 3 suitcases, it doesn't matter, I can only take 15 kilos. Grrr. I should have known that before I booked 2 suitcases, but okay now I can have 2 bags of 7,5 each. Oj I'm sooo going to have to pay for the extra kilos.

If you don't hear from me in a week or so, then I'm probably still alive (if an airplane crashes from Dusseldorf (germany) to Edinburgh (UK) on Monday I'm looking down on all of you), but I just haven't had the change/time to be online.

Talk to you when I'm in Edinburgh! :D I'm soooo excited.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Whoohoo!

So I told you guys that I was applying for a course next year. Well, I just heard I got in! :D :D :D

Only 20 students from over thousand students get into that course. Only the best of the best. And apparently I am the best of the best. WHOOHOOO!

Wednesday Weirdness

It's time for another Wednesday Weirdness,I'm playing. Wanna play too?

1.) Do you drive with your hands at 10 and 2 on the wheel?
I think I do most of the time. Sometimes they're on 9 and 3, and some other times I'm only driving with one hand.

2.) How long do you keep cards given to you on birthdays and holidays before throwing them away? If you don't throw them out, what do you do with them?
A week tops. But I still have some when I was little, they're from my uncle in the States. They're the typical "Hallmark we've got everything on cards" cards.

3.) If, when you die, you could will any one of your characteristics to your children (child/future children), what would it be and why?
Euhm...I don't know. Looking young (people have a hard time believing I'm 23). Euhm...my ability to talk to anyone about anything. Wait...if it's a girl, she will have that "power" as well. It's in the female line, grams got it, so did most of her sisters. My mom and her sister got it too, and their daughters, me and my cousin. But my cousin's son got it too, so maybe it doesn't only limit to the girl side.

4.) What is the best personality trait you got from your mother and the best personality trait that you got from your father?
Oi. Eye and memory for detail from my mom. My friends say if I just give one hint about a person you know who it is. Even if you haven't seen that person over 5 years.
From my dad. Euhm...I do have stuff in common with my dad, probably the leadership thing, that we have to be in control. But that could also be a personality treat I got from my mom. So not really clear about that one.

5.) What is something that you wish you had a better understanding of?
Teacher Stupid. Then maybe I would understand why he's so stupid. And I would understand his classes and the book of his course.

6.) What makes you nervous?


7.) What is the strangest household object that you have ever or would ever use for help in masturbation?
I wouldn't use any household object. They are being used for other stuff, and it's just disgusting to use them for masturbation.

8.) What do you have sitting on the countertop in your bathroom?
Technically it isn't mine bathroom. But on the countertop are stuff from: dad, mom, little brother. I keep the few things I have in my room because there's no room. Except for a toothbrush.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

mood: murderous

ARGH! That is the only way to start this post. Well...maybe it could have been with screaming AAAAA.

Let's first do some history:

Last schoolyear I started in the first year. After about a month I knew I wanted to transfer to the second year. This was all good and well but I had missed several courses. Most of the courses I could do on my own. Except for one course, cross cultural studies, because it was an 100% attendance class.

Our schoolyear consists of 2 semesters which are divided up into 2. We have block A and B in the first semester, C and D in the second.

I had missed the course in A but I could do it with a different education in block C. When it was almost time to start block C I contacted the teacher who told me that I couldn't do the course now because it was connected with this educations fieldtrip (of course a different from mine) and that it was worth 6 credits. I only needed 2 credits.

Then the coordinator told me that I could do it in block A this year. So I would be a third year in a class with second years. Why not. So block A is nearing and I check the second years schedules, nothing there. Ow I'm sorry we have changed the curriculum and it is in block C and now worth 6 credits. Maybe you can do the Dutch class. I go and see the teacher of the Dutch class. Of course I could join but it wasn't in block A but in B. So block B nears and I check the schedules of the Dutch second years. Nothing there. I e-mail the teacher which specialisation I need because I couldn't find anything. Ow I'm sorry we have changed the curriculum and it is not available for 2 credits, only for 6. ARGH!

So I go back to my coordinator, what will happen now. And I wanted her decisions in writing because she wasn't coming back after the Christmas break. She decided that I had to do an EXTRA assignment during my internship. She e-mailed this to me, the dutch teacher and a coworker, who will probably be the new coordinator. That coworker was the same teacher who didn't know 5% is 1 in 20, let's call him Stupid for now.

Since I never had the course or any materials I have no clue what the course is about. And I e-mail my internship coordinator and he says that we have to ask Stupid because Stupid is the coordinator of the internships. Sigh, him again.

Stupid keeps e-mailing me that it is impossible for me to do an extra assignment because it will replace another assignment. I tell him, that the assignment will be EXTRA and that I still have to do 2 other assignments as well. The EXTRA assignment will not replace anything what I already have to do. And I also tell him that the previous coordinator has informed him on the EXTRA assignment. Stupid then goes on to say that I have to believe him when he says that he knows nothing about that extra assignment and that it is impossible for me to do an assignment because it will replace a different assignment. I check my e-mails and find the email that was send to me Stupid and the dutch teacher. Saying that I won't believe that he knows nothing about the assignment, seeing that he also got that e-mail (I included the e-mail). And that the assignment will be EXTRA, for my internship I have to do 2 out of the 3 assignments given. And for that course I will do assignment no. 3. So I have no choice, I have to do them all 3.

And I end my e-mail by asking about the exam and project results.

I then only receive on more e-mail. The results. And our project was good. We've checked and double checked. We've asked other people to look into it and said that it was better than theirs. He gives us a 5.5 (out of 10). We both got a 5 in the exam. So what happens we fail the course.

Am I the only one who thinks he lowered our project grade on purpose? I guess not.

Tomorrow I have to do a couple of things at school, and I will just drop by his office to check. With no heads up. If I see any discredit on his notes. I will take it up to his boss. (I've had a 7 for a marketing course, only to find out afterwards that I had an 8, but because the teacher didn't like the way I write I got a 7).


Just in: Another frustration. I wanted to apply for a course for next year. And it said that you have to do an interview. I have already spoken with that teacher so I don't think another interview is necessary. But you never know what the teacher wants. So I wrote her an e-mail saying that if she wanted to do an interview it would have to be this week because I'm leaving next week for my internship. Then I made an appointment with another teacher for Wednesday. And because I don't want to travel up and down every day, I e-mailed her that I would be at school tomorrow for an appointment from 1 to 2 pm, and that I could come by before or after. She lets me know that she hasn't read my stuff yet but that I could come by tomorrow at 1pm. Sigh.

When did teachers become so stupid!

Monday, January 19, 2009

caught

In less than a week I'll be moving to Scotland. I'm so excited, but frightened as well. I have never been somewhere, where I didn't at least know one person.

Last Friday I had the deadline for the course aviation management. Because of my grandma I haven't really done a lot for school in those three weeks. And I skipped the articles that I had to summarise and give an opinion on. Hoping that or the teacher wouldn't miss those articles or that he would understand that I haven't had time to do them.

Guess I was wrong. I got an e-mail this morning asking if it was correct that the articles were missing. I told them that I wrote them and put them on the disk. But that I would re-send them as soon as I got the opportunity. But that would probably be Thursday or Friday since my school stuff is on my external hard drive, which is at work. So I have till Thursday to write them. Yuck.

This is just one other thing on my to do list. And I thought that it was a never ending list. Just don't ask me what else is on that list because I have no idea. I know I have a lot to do and to take care of before I got next week but when I actually sit down to do something I don't know what to do. I have to start making real lists (normally my lists are in my head).

Friday, January 16, 2009

more blogging

So I was planning on doing more blogging. That is why I joined the writer's/blog block. But I just haven't had time.

First Wednesday I had an exam. Just one of the most ridiculous exams ever. The course is called E-tourism. Basically it is about the internet, and how effective it can be for marketing. Duh! Like we haven't heard that before in, I don't know, at least 5 different courses. But okay, why not have it explained again, must be the easiest course ever, guess again. Forget everything you knew about the internet because this course isn't making you any smarter. You thought you knew something about the internet. You start reading the book, you're like bleep what are they explaining? And then the teacher opens his mouth (yes the one who didn't know 5% was 1 in 20) and you're like I don't understand it at all.
I've tried to explain it to my mom, in an easy form. You know that Suzanne is your cousin. Then the book says Suzanne is the daughter of your mother's sister. And then the teacher starts talking and you're like Who's Suzanne?
The resit is Friday, I'll probably have to go, just like the rest of my class. No one understood anything of the exam. But maybe it wasn't because we didn't understand the book. No maybe it was because the teacher didn't use any commas in the sentence. *Sigh*

And after the exam I was planning on finishing an assignment for the deadline of today. Our railwaycompany thought different. Instead of being home at somewhat after 3, I was home at 9! I was in the train on my way home and we passed the first station, and stopped at our normal spot before the second station (the third is home) because of a red light. Well...this time the train didn't stop because of the red light. But because of malfunction. Apparently some computer system didn't work on the second station, and no trains could enter or leave. Great! I knew this because I called my brother to check the internet because we were standing still for 20 minutes (normally it only lasts 5 minutes before we continue from that spot). They didn't inform us. Then it just turned around (or well just went backwards), to the first station. ARGH! So instead of opening the train and letting us walk the last few meters to the second station, I'm back at station 1.
I could take a bus from station 1 to station 2 and then one from station 2 to home. But the first bus takes about 2 hours, the second just over an hour. And I get car sick, so getting on a bus that stops every 5 minutes, is a big no. If it would be one going straight from station 1 to home, I could manage. But the stopping and going, just blegh.

So that messed up my plan of spending my Wednesday night free. I finished all the assignments last night. I did 5 hours on writing one and half page, I know it's sad but the assignments were just too tough (and google didn't help at all).

Since my mom picked me up at the station on Wednesday, I had to wait for her to go to grandpa to get to the station and hand in the disk with my project. It was okay I was supposed to get the train at 2.30 and be more then on time. Deadline was when school closes, and that's after 6 and even then you can get into school via the backdoor. But then my train is delayed even before I get in. When I'm just past station 1, the train stops (again). Now they do inform us, not saying that they have to wait for a red light but to tell that there is a defect train on our track and that we have to wait to get it towed. ARGH!

At 4 I finally was at school, dumped the disk in the teacher's pidgeon hole and went back home.

And now I finally have time to blog. But after publishing this post, I'm first going to check out SandLady (youngsters beware this is not for you). I've got this link from another blogger and I thought it would be worth checking it out.

I'll be back before Wednesday to blog (at least I hope so).

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Of course: Wednesday Weirdness

So it's Wednesday today. So what time is it? It's Wednesday Weirdness time! (I could sooooo be a gameshow hostess)

1- Times are hard and you get laid off. You turn to the adult entertainment industry and decide to get into sexing it up on camera. You're now a porn star. Even though you now do porn for a living, you still hold on to a little morale, ethics and dignity. What are 3 things, sexually, that you rule out as absolutely not happenings no matter the amount of money?
No one will be getting in via the back door. I just won't do that. No matter how great others might say it is, it's just not for me. I won't do strangle sex, when you almost get choked. Or any kind of sex that involved someone getting injured on purpose (hey, you could always roll of the bed and bruise yourself).

2- Pretend you spent a busy day running errands and come home in the afternoon when no one else is home. You come in, sit things down and head to the kitchen. You find a dead body laying in the kitchen floor. What would you do?
Scream, dial 112 (our 911), check the house if there's someone else with a baseball bat (dead or alive).

3- After some extensive testing, scientists found out you have a special supernatural skill that could be put to use to save 20,000 men and women all over the world. The only catch is after you use it, you will die. If you don't use it, 20,000 people will die but you'll still be alive and won't suffer any illness or strange side effects of your special supernatural skill. Are you willing to sacrifice your life for 20,000 people?
If I'll be dead in an instant, without anysuffering, yes I would sacrifice myself. If I would have to suffer, depens on what the suffering is. Well...no I think I would sacrifice myself for the good of mankind.

4- You are at a concert. A fight breaks out and the person in front of you gets hit by the person beside you. They turn around and think it's you and no amount of reasoning will convince them otherwise. They are taller by several inches and outweigh you by around 50 pounds. You are about to get punched and possibly manhandled. How do you get out of it and avoid injury?
I stun them with my supernatural gift from the previous question :P. I would try to reason with them, like I would be able to punch someone that it would hurt. I think that will convince them. I look like someone who doesn't hurt a fly (well maybe a fly but not a person). And I just don't have the muscles to hit someone, hell I don't even have the muscles to pull myself up when for instance the wall is higher then my shoulders. I would die if I would hang on the side of a building for longer than a minute or two. Hmm maybe that should have been a new years resolution, try to work up some arm muscles.

5- You're having a dinner party with your close friends. One close friend asks if it is fine if they bring a date along. You ask your friend if their date is someone they trust to act well mannered and respectful to others. Your friend sings the praises of their date and you agree to let them bring their date to the dinner party. Once there, their date turns out to be crude, obnoxious, disrespectful and all around a real vile ass to be around. Do you tough it out and later apologize to your other guests? Pull your friend aside and tell them to reign in their date? Confront the friends date about their vile behavior?
I would first pull my friend aside and tell them that her (his) date has to leave. Probably my friend would already have given me those looks as I'm so sorry, I really didn't know he (she) could be such an ass. And then I'll pull my friend aside and we would team up to make sure the date leaves.
The dinner party has already been messed up, so making the date leave will be awkward but we can still have fun for the main course and dessert (it will probably take first course and soup before the date has disappeared).

6- You go to the grocery store and bump carts with a woman. She gets angry and chants at you in gibberish. She smiles, informing you that she has cursed you to never have sex again unless you pay for it. You roll your eyes and walk off. 2 years later and you haven't had any sexual contact with another person since that day. Do you start paying for sex or just never have sexual contact with another person again?
I won't lower myself to pay for sex. I just won't have sex with another person then. I'll be fine, I'll survive.

7- Your really good friend is going to their grandmother's house for dinner and invites you along. You make sure it is fine with their grandmother and she says to come along if you like, she has made more than enough food to feed you too. You go. While there, you accidentally break something extremely valuable to your friends grandmother. Do you hide it and pretend nothing every happened or come clean?
I would turn red immediately so I would get caught if I don't come clean. I'd rather let the Grandma be angry at me than letting her wonder how it got broken. That's even worse because then you know someone is lying.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

20 something blogger

So I've joined 20 something blog. And I've joined the group Writer's/blog block.

Now I don't really have a writer's blog but most of the time I find my life too boring, or when I want to post something, it has so much history that you need a lot of different posts to understand the one I initially wanted to write. And with my attention span and digressing I wouldn't stop writing, and that would mean that I don't read the book I'm supposed to read for my exam tomorrow, or do the last few excersises from Aviation Management, which is due Friday. (yes this is an example of me babbling.)

But to have something non-complex to write about, I joined the group Writer's/blog block. And today we have a random word:

Jitterbug - an energetic dance to rock music, popular in the 1940s.

I didn't know it was a dance. I have heard of an expression that someone got the jitterbugs. And that's when the person can't sit still.
Just a few minutes ago I read Delizcious post about her getting a Jitterbug cell phone.

But back to the "original meaning" of Jitterbug. If it was popular in the 40s, I think it involved a lot of twisting, twirling and turning. And I think my arms would hurt after a dance of Jitterbug, if you have to push yourself away from your partner (without letting go) and then get pulled back (like a lot of those old fashioned, energetic dances). I love to Jive (well...when I still knew the steps). So I would probably like this dance as well.
Although I suck big time in keeping rythm. I can clapp on the rythm but when I dance I'm always counting in my head because I just don't hear it. So I first stand still to find the rythm and then I start counting and then I start dancing. Although when I'm bellydancing I'm looking at the other girls when to start and stuff.

One time I had to dance with another girl, away from the mirror. And the teacher (it wasn't my normal teacher) said that it went okay, but that I lost track of the rythm, and that I should listen. One of my friends, who was also there, told her that I couldn't hear the rythm. And the teacher looked at my friend with the expression What a mean thing to say about your friend. But I hadn't heard my friend say that to the teacher, I just saw her look. So I said, I'm sorry but I just can't hear the rythm so if I lose track of counting or make a mistake I'm off the rythm. And then she was looking like Is that even possible? and that my friend wasn't so bad since I told the teacher the exact same thing.

Well...in the end the open day and the performance in town went okay. I never had to be in front. So I could always "watch" if I was on the right track. When we had the open day I was in back (second row) because they wanted to people in front to get down on their knees in the end. That's (almost) impossible for me to do, with my bad knees. With the performance in town, I was in the third and last row the first time (we had too many to be on stage in only two rows but not enough to split us up into two groups). The second time we had to performance I wanted to be in the second row because friends were coming to look and I had already been in the third and I didn't want to be in first. This meant that I did had to go down on my knees in the end. It worked, I did it alright. I just couldn't get up again. Not in a normal way, so I called the girl in front of me to help me up.

Ow my, I'm already needing help to get up at 23 (well...I was 22 when I had to perform), what is my life going to look like when I'm old and gray?

Thursday, January 08, 2009

No more Spanish

So today I got the final result from my Spanish exams. And it was a pass, so I never have to take Spanish again. I'll probably take Spanish in a few years, but then it's for fun and not because I have to and I hope it then will be understandable.

The last half year I had a good Spanish teacher, she was Dutch and taught Spanish. This was useful because if we didn't understand her, she would explain in Dutch. Or with grammar, how do we call this stuff in Dutch? But she was probably really bugged because our level was 0 or something. And it had to be 3 and then 4 (I got exams for 3 and 4).

I started Spanish when I transferred from first year college to second year college after a few months. The course had already started in the beginning of the year, and it was called Spanish 1. Well...Spanish 1 contained 6 chapters, I started with chapter 6. I didn't get any of the basics. And neither had my classmates because the teacher was just not teaching. He started off good (apparently) but since no one listened or showed up or made their home work, he stopped teaching. That's a good enough reason, but what about the people who did do their homework and listened in class? We had a listening exam and he made 20 copies, you think that would be enough if you have an average of 10 people in class? Nope, over 30 people showed up. He was like Where did these people come from? I've never seen them before.

So we started Spanish 2 still at 0 level, and we got a Spanish teacher. Her Dutch or English was as good as our Spanish, nada. She had to explain over and over, and we still didn't understand her. If you have a class of 10 to 15 and after 3 times explaining something some students got it, and we were like Continue, and then we would ask the ones who did understand a few words to explain it to us in English or Dutch (depending on which nationality the student had).

For the exams I just crammed. I learned the words, the grammar (also explained in Spanish). And I passed those 2 courses with a 6 (out of 10).

This year we started with a group of 4 people, yes how pathetic, the others almost never showed up (the one time they showed up was for the exams, and even then not everyone). And the teacher was Dutch, wow we could communicate. One time while we had to talk about something she said under her breath in Dutch, I'm only repeating what you guys had last year (she was talking to herself, probably annoyed with us), but I heard her and said we never had this stuff. And the whole class (the other 3) agreed with me. She had to start all over again.

I never learned how to count and I always got the annoying numbers, 1999, grrr. So I thought it was time to really learn them. I got online and googled. Then I did all sorts of games. Tying the english with the spanish, memory, etc. And I told my classmates and the teacher said You like to do excersises online? And we said that it would be more fun because you can do games and get immediate feedback and stuff. So she wrote down our e-mail addresses and then sent some links to excersises.

And in the Christmas break I got the grade for my Spanish 3 and it was again a 6. This morning I just checked, not really thinking that it was going to be there, and there it was a 7.3. Yeah!

So I never have to do languages again! (at leat if I don't want to)

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Sad news & Wednesday Weirdness

So grams passed away Sunday evening. She wasn't responding to anything (no food, no people) since that morning. And then it went quickly downhill. It was the best for everyone. I know grams wouldn't want to be like a vegestable. Gramps is doing okay, he can't talk about her, because then he gets emotional. And we did all the arrangements. Been busy week so far, and I haven't even been to school. Only have to go to school Friday to make some final arrangements for things.

On to Wednesday Weirdness. Wanna play?

1. Why do you keep a blog?
To keep myself busy and to have a place to dump my thoughts. Not that anyone is reading it.

2. Who is one long lost blogger you wish would come back?
Shar. She was a great storyteller and I'm wondering how baby Drake is doing.
There are probably a few more, but those are deleted from my fave list and apparently my mind.

3. If you made a New Year's Resolution, did you break it already? If you did not make one, why?
I'm still working on the one from last year (and the years before). Stop biting my nails. It is working, I've already stopped but now I want my nails to be long and pretty. That's not going so well, they keep breaking.

4. People who still have their outside Christmas lights up. Festive or Lazy? Discuss.
If it's not like a carnaval, the lights are pretty when you're outside in dark.

5. What is the last annoying song that got trapped in your head?
Probably that mahnamahna. If someone "says" mahnamahna, you automatically continue.

6. Have you ever worn or tried edible underwear? What are your thoughts on it?
Nope. The idea alone, wearing underwear that the other can eat, blegh disgusting. Even if you only wear it for a few seconds. Nope not for me or my lover.

Bonus: If you could do one bad thing and get away with it, what would you do and why?
Right now, I'm thinking of cheating on an exam and passing that way. Because then I don't have to read that boooooring book of over 400pages.
But there are probably more bad stuff that I would want to do if I not get caught, but can't think of one right now.

Thursday, January 01, 2009