Friday, May 31, 2002
I suppose, technically, this day ends happily... if you consider I HATE SPAIN (not really, but it looks really impressive the way I type it...)
M�nica says 'be in my office at 12 -- we're going to the ORI to find out where you can see a dermotologist because your precious-must-have-to-come-to-Spain insurance doesn't work' fine. I woke up at 9, had my croissant, orange juice, pills, and napped until 11:30. Shower. In M�nica's office, she had me waiting because she became everyone's personal slave until 1:30ish. At which point, I returned to my room for a quick 30 minute nap. She summons me. I appear in a flash of light, and we zoom (and I mean that) into the city.
In the ORI... I'm wearing sunglasses to hide my hideousness. Eva says 'Hi Nur�. You must be here to pick up your money... how're you?" Eva then recoils in shocked horror when I remove my sunglasses and I think we had to get the smelling salts... at that point no one noticed how red I was from blushing because I look like cra double-p y p double-o p (did you get that?) Eva says 'well, hmmm, you need to see another doctor -- and I swear, I know I told her in Spanish AND English that I need to see a dermotologist. She sends me to the nursing school to see the dean (who's office is in a VERY large hospital. Nur� = impressed by this, because I don't want no teenyweenyitsybistyshort hospital-hospital again. So he says 'come around 4pm -- it'll be a free exam bla-bla-bla.'
M� and I head to the post office, ACROSS TOWN BY FOOT because Spaniards believe in parking spaces... whatever. We get back to her car, and it's off to her house for a rip-roarin good meal cooked by MommyM�nica. Two types of REALLY good fried fish, boiled potatoes, tortilla espa�ola, Portuguese rolls, and salad. Dessert: Cherries. Mmmmm. The basics are the best sometimes.
I help Alejandro (M�'s lil bro) with a computer game, and it's off to the hospital. Or shall I say 'where Nur� becomes a test subject' and I've become the disagnostic focus of about 14 doctors all surrounding me, poking my skin, pulling off my clothes and talking so fast in Spanish and using medical terms that I've never understood in English, let alone Spanish. So I have allergies to Spain compounded by stress.
.oO(But Nur�, if you're allergic to Spain, why NOW after 10 months of living here?) Good question! It's now spring in Spain. I live in the 'country' which means *NEW* *STRANGE* *PLANTLIFE* playing in a breeze near you! It's all so fascinating, donchaknow.
So new prescription in hand, I have paid 13� and something-cent for new pills (don't mix pills, throw them out! -- oh good, I didn't need that 4� package of pills that I just bought and only took ONE pill anyway) and cream for my body.
BACK TO RESA
Leah and Verena wanna know details. I'm tired. My meds are now making me cranky and tired. I sleep for hours.
Wade has abandoned us for the city so he doesn't have to take a taxi/or whatever to get down on Saturday. Smart, but that leaves Leah and I high-and-dry. Uncool, Wade. I even asked him NOT to go so we could all go down together and get a cheaper fare. Wade dice: See ya later, loosas! And away he goes in his little green bus.
I suppose luck is on my side, tho. Carla 'Ardilla Loca' and Sefano 'Vegitaliano' are going tomorrow too. So all 4 of us in the taxi works out. LUCKY WADE. That's all I can say.
Leah made dinner for us tonight: SUPERB shrimp and garliccheese pasta. I think I died and went to culinary heaven. It was good.
Since M�nica's brother, the sexy Madrid cop, Alfredo 'Freddy' Costas, loaned it to me, we then watched Artificial Intelligence in Spanish (( In English, it's A.I. -- so in Spanish ... it's I.A. -- love it! )) and I cried, as always. Leah liked it lots, but she was very disturbed by the moralilty of the Mecha vs. Orga -- Enter Isaac Asimov with his book I, Robot. Read. Enjoy. I personally love Robby's story. SIDEBAR: Did you know the song The Reunion in the A.I. soundtrack is a really good song. I love pianos!
Saturday (which is now upon us) is CANGAS day. I have great plans. However, I must take great care to protect my skin, as the sun shall exasserbate my allergies, as noted by M�nica's dad.
That aside. I'd like to put a plug for my friend Alison's LiveJournal. It's really healing in a webpage of humor. Her friends have their own pages too and man oh man are they gay .. I mean, funny, I mean, comical. Whatever.
Verena spends Saturday by herself STUDYING. I tried to get her to come with ... but she's a lil studious soldier. You go grrl! You go!
The Blogs and I are also looking forward to Sunday's Chat-o-Thon with Yas and Tom. FUN-o-freakin-rama! (that one goes out to Laura W -- wherever she may be -- graduated, I think!)
M�nica says 'be in my office at 12 -- we're going to the ORI to find out where you can see a dermotologist because your precious-must-have-to-come-to-Spain insurance doesn't work' fine. I woke up at 9, had my croissant, orange juice, pills, and napped until 11:30. Shower. In M�nica's office, she had me waiting because she became everyone's personal slave until 1:30ish. At which point, I returned to my room for a quick 30 minute nap. She summons me. I appear in a flash of light, and we zoom (and I mean that) into the city.
In the ORI... I'm wearing sunglasses to hide my hideousness. Eva says 'Hi Nur�. You must be here to pick up your money... how're you?" Eva then recoils in shocked horror when I remove my sunglasses and I think we had to get the smelling salts... at that point no one noticed how red I was from blushing because I look like cra double-p y p double-o p (did you get that?) Eva says 'well, hmmm, you need to see another doctor -- and I swear, I know I told her in Spanish AND English that I need to see a dermotologist. She sends me to the nursing school to see the dean (who's office is in a VERY large hospital. Nur� = impressed by this, because I don't want no teenyweenyitsybistyshort hospital-hospital again. So he says 'come around 4pm -- it'll be a free exam bla-bla-bla.'
M� and I head to the post office, ACROSS TOWN BY FOOT because Spaniards believe in parking spaces... whatever. We get back to her car, and it's off to her house for a rip-roarin good meal cooked by MommyM�nica. Two types of REALLY good fried fish, boiled potatoes, tortilla espa�ola, Portuguese rolls, and salad. Dessert: Cherries. Mmmmm. The basics are the best sometimes.
I help Alejandro (M�'s lil bro) with a computer game, and it's off to the hospital. Or shall I say 'where Nur� becomes a test subject' and I've become the disagnostic focus of about 14 doctors all surrounding me, poking my skin, pulling off my clothes and talking so fast in Spanish and using medical terms that I've never understood in English, let alone Spanish. So I have allergies to Spain compounded by stress.
.oO(But Nur�, if you're allergic to Spain, why NOW after 10 months of living here?) Good question! It's now spring in Spain. I live in the 'country' which means *NEW* *STRANGE* *PLANTLIFE* playing in a breeze near you! It's all so fascinating, donchaknow.
So new prescription in hand, I have paid 13� and something-cent for new pills (don't mix pills, throw them out! -- oh good, I didn't need that 4� package of pills that I just bought and only took ONE pill anyway) and cream for my body.
BACK TO RESA
Leah and Verena wanna know details. I'm tired. My meds are now making me cranky and tired. I sleep for hours.
Wade has abandoned us for the city so he doesn't have to take a taxi/or whatever to get down on Saturday. Smart, but that leaves Leah and I high-and-dry. Uncool, Wade. I even asked him NOT to go so we could all go down together and get a cheaper fare. Wade dice: See ya later, loosas! And away he goes in his little green bus.
I suppose luck is on my side, tho. Carla 'Ardilla Loca' and Sefano 'Vegitaliano' are going tomorrow too. So all 4 of us in the taxi works out. LUCKY WADE. That's all I can say.
Leah made dinner for us tonight: SUPERB shrimp and garliccheese pasta. I think I died and went to culinary heaven. It was good.
Since M�nica's brother, the sexy Madrid cop, Alfredo 'Freddy' Costas, loaned it to me, we then watched Artificial Intelligence in Spanish (( In English, it's A.I. -- so in Spanish ... it's I.A. -- love it! )) and I cried, as always. Leah liked it lots, but she was very disturbed by the moralilty of the Mecha vs. Orga -- Enter Isaac Asimov with his book I, Robot. Read. Enjoy. I personally love Robby's story. SIDEBAR: Did you know the song The Reunion in the A.I. soundtrack is a really good song. I love pianos!
Saturday (which is now upon us) is CANGAS day. I have great plans. However, I must take great care to protect my skin, as the sun shall exasserbate my allergies, as noted by M�nica's dad.
That aside. I'd like to put a plug for my friend Alison's LiveJournal. It's really healing in a webpage of humor. Her friends have their own pages too and man oh man are they gay .. I mean, funny, I mean, comical. Whatever.
Verena spends Saturday by herself STUDYING. I tried to get her to come with ... but she's a lil studious soldier. You go grrl! You go!
The Blogs and I are also looking forward to Sunday's Chat-o-Thon with Yas and Tom. FUN-o-freakin-rama! (that one goes out to Laura W -- wherever she may be -- graduated, I think!)
Thursday, May 30, 2002
I'm lazy. My dumb butt made a HUGE pot of pasta for little Leah and Nur� .. and then we put tomate frito (the Spanish equivalent of Ragu) on top. Not bad.
Wade and Leah and Nick are plotting our hostile takeover of LitFilm, and I'm stewing over my lost beauty and youth due to the rash over my BODY. I hate this.
I wanna go home before I DIE.
Sadness. Nothing else to blog... except that Leah's in the Disney mood. Heaven only knows where she's headed tomorrow... Show tunes? I hope not. For all that's pure and good in the world (like Alice in Wonderland), no!
Wade and Leah and Nick are plotting our hostile takeover of LitFilm, and I'm stewing over my lost beauty and youth due to the rash over my BODY. I hate this.
I wanna go home before I DIE.
Sadness. Nothing else to blog... except that Leah's in the Disney mood. Heaven only knows where she's headed tomorrow... Show tunes? I hope not. For all that's pure and good in the world (like Alice in Wonderland), no!
[[ [ click on the TV! ] ]]
This is what I wake up to every morning so I remember to take my lil anti-allergies pills -- they make me pretty!
I'm allergic to Spain, Galicia, Spaniards, Gallegos, and Europe alltogether.
I got a call from the ORI -- I didn't have to go down to the city, because on Saturday, when we go to the excusion, they'll have it for me. NICE.
I went to the hospital. I personally think it's a bacterial infection that's got my skin all irritated...but the nurse says 'it's definitely an allergic reaction on his face, arms and knees' and promptly prescribed me pills. So apparently, I'm allergic to Spain.
NUR�'S PERSONAL NOTE all those people who said to me 'hey, you should get out of your apt more and be outside!'
My response: FUCK YOU!*
So now, pills in hand, I am back in my room. Sweeter plans on sending more of SWeII-2 and Leah has something in her head about mango sherbet. Will this girl never stop!? Meanwhile, I'm tired and my eyes are so dying. It's going to be on everyone's head if I end up blind, smelly, ugly, and old on a rocking chair covered in a quilt surrounded by cats. That's all I can say! And Wade, if you think you're gonna weasel your way our of the responsibility for my pain, you're SADLY mistaken. QUOTH the Nur� of Wadala: "you should get out of your apartment more -- go outside!" THANKS WADE, CHRIS, and LEAH. You don't hear Verena spouting insanities like that. She may be German**, but she's not stupid.
Send me flowers... but not from SPAIN -- or Europe for that matter.
* = I would like to note this is technically the first time I've used questionable language on my site.
** = replace underlined word with any nationality or ethnicity. I do -- all the time. (eg., last night 'stupid Mexicans' I belive Cesar said.
I got a call from the ORI -- I didn't have to go down to the city, because on Saturday, when we go to the excusion, they'll have it for me. NICE.
I went to the hospital. I personally think it's a bacterial infection that's got my skin all irritated...but the nurse says 'it's definitely an allergic reaction on his face, arms and knees' and promptly prescribed me pills. So apparently, I'm allergic to Spain.
NUR�'S PERSONAL NOTE all those people who said to me 'hey, you should get out of your apt more and be outside!'
My response: FUCK YOU!*
So now, pills in hand, I am back in my room. Sweeter plans on sending more of SWeII-2 and Leah has something in her head about mango sherbet. Will this girl never stop!? Meanwhile, I'm tired and my eyes are so dying. It's going to be on everyone's head if I end up blind, smelly, ugly, and old on a rocking chair covered in a quilt surrounded by cats. That's all I can say! And Wade, if you think you're gonna weasel your way our of the responsibility for my pain, you're SADLY mistaken. QUOTH the Nur� of Wadala: "you should get out of your apartment more -- go outside!" THANKS WADE, CHRIS, and LEAH. You don't hear Verena spouting insanities like that. She may be German**, but she's not stupid.
Send me flowers... but not from SPAIN -- or Europe for that matter.
* = I would like to note this is technically the first time I've used questionable language on my site.
** = replace underlined word with any nationality or ethnicity. I do -- all the time. (eg., last night 'stupid Mexicans' I belive Cesar said.
Wednesday, May 29, 2002
As megabyte upon megabyte of Star Wars love pours into my computer as I write this, I find it increasingly difficult to REMEMBER to blog the day's events.
I helped Cesar locate a billion and one different FAQs for his beloved PS2. We should all be so loved. Te digo!
This Saturday is the ORI party of a lifetime in Cangas and beyond. I'm packin my bathing suit and forcing the sun to shine. I want some sun. I was reminded by Verena to add Jens' photo to the friends site. I must remember to add him and Steven -- and I think there are some other new people in there as well. I cannot recall.
Today, Miss Leah and I downloaded a few old skool Sesame Street songs. Stuff from the show and stuff from records we both used to have when we were kids. GOOD times. I made my new favorite quick dish: Pasta Al Nur�o. It's oil, garlic, and parsley. Not TOO healthy, but it was scrumptious. I also drew a bit today, and have started a new theory project using multiple layers to simulate new graffiti. I think I'm about 65% of the way there to begin a truly realistic approach. If so, ROCK ON. I could have a tutorial in the making! Look out Scott Kelby (god of Photoshop), Nur�'s comin through!
Shoutout blog to my cool pal in WI, Bob, who now is married to Ion. That's some good chosing on his end. I approve -- a lot.
Meanwhile, I MUST drag myself to the ORI -- are we seeing a trend? I tell the bloglings that I need to get up, and I don't... but this time, I mean it. and when I blog again, I'll tell you all how tired I was, but I got up and out of bed! Promises promises.
OH! FABULOUS NEWS: As we are all no strangers to this, Yas and Tom are my two best friends. Last night, in a freak accident, commonly known also as the total eclipse of the sun, moon, and stars, they both logged onto AIM and we had a rip-roarin good time in our own private chat. Since Yas had to go play the happy homemaker online, we've set a reunion chat up for 12am my time on Saturday night (3pm pacific, 6 pm eastern for them) and only time can tell you how much of a @$$kickin good time I'll have. On a score of 0-10, I know I'm gonna be having an 11 at the least. That's how much I miss my boo and Jack, the BDG.
So, en total, shoutout blog to Bob and Ion, CXG, shoutout to Yasmin Miranda and Thomas-Andr�.
Missing home but good pasta and (*groan*) banana pancakes -- I shall not curse the day B'Lana Torres taught me to love them...
and another extra yo-yo-my peepz to Leah and Verena who check out the site daily to see if I've written something about them and their grrlish hijinx -- I have. ;-)
I helped Cesar locate a billion and one different FAQs for his beloved PS2. We should all be so loved. Te digo!
This Saturday is the ORI party of a lifetime in Cangas and beyond. I'm packin my bathing suit and forcing the sun to shine. I want some sun. I was reminded by Verena to add Jens' photo to the friends site. I must remember to add him and Steven -- and I think there are some other new people in there as well. I cannot recall.
Today, Miss Leah and I downloaded a few old skool Sesame Street songs. Stuff from the show and stuff from records we both used to have when we were kids. GOOD times. I made my new favorite quick dish: Pasta Al Nur�o. It's oil, garlic, and parsley. Not TOO healthy, but it was scrumptious. I also drew a bit today, and have started a new theory project using multiple layers to simulate new graffiti. I think I'm about 65% of the way there to begin a truly realistic approach. If so, ROCK ON. I could have a tutorial in the making! Look out Scott Kelby (god of Photoshop), Nur�'s comin through!
Shoutout blog to my cool pal in WI, Bob, who now is married to Ion. That's some good chosing on his end. I approve -- a lot.
Meanwhile, I MUST drag myself to the ORI -- are we seeing a trend? I tell the bloglings that I need to get up, and I don't... but this time, I mean it. and when I blog again, I'll tell you all how tired I was, but I got up and out of bed! Promises promises.
OH! FABULOUS NEWS: As we are all no strangers to this, Yas and Tom are my two best friends. Last night, in a freak accident, commonly known also as the total eclipse of the sun, moon, and stars, they both logged onto AIM and we had a rip-roarin good time in our own private chat. Since Yas had to go play the happy homemaker online, we've set a reunion chat up for 12am my time on Saturday night (3pm pacific, 6 pm eastern for them) and only time can tell you how much of a @$$kickin good time I'll have. On a score of 0-10, I know I'm gonna be having an 11 at the least. That's how much I miss my boo and Jack, the BDG.
So, en total, shoutout blog to Bob and Ion, CXG, shoutout to Yasmin Miranda and Thomas-Andr�.
Missing home but good pasta and (*groan*) banana pancakes -- I shall not curse the day B'Lana Torres taught me to love them...
and another extra yo-yo-my peepz to Leah and Verena who check out the site daily to see if I've written something about them and their grrlish hijinx -- I have. ;-)
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
oh oh! Did I mention how pleased I am that several people (including Verena and Leah -- bless their lil hearts from here to Diagon Alley!) log onto Nur�Spark daily to read the blogs?! The blogs are most pleased, as am I. What we'd like to see is more people COMMENTING! C'mon. You know you have something to say!
Also, if anyone knows how to code a guestbook properly, I'd love a tutorial -- or perhaps you just do it for me? -- why do I think NO ONE'S gonna help me on this one. Boo!
Mental note, add Jens, Steve, Brian, Kat and Gia. They wanna see they's pretty! They is.
Shoutout blog to Tom: Werk the family-ing.
Shoutout blog to Cesar: Beat the family-ing.
Shoutout blog to Gia & Kat: Ignore the family-ing.
Shoutout blog to my Aunt Bobby: Happy belated birthday! I'm not a bad nephew. I swear! I'm just far away.
Shoutout blog to Verena and Leah: You'll get extra love once I regain my sanity for the visiting of the webpage daily-ness. WERK IT!
Shoutout blog to Steven and Ski (whom I need to add): WERK! heh.
Shoutout blog to Sweeter: I miss you and your insight. Star Wars Epi II, wooooooooo! WE LOVEZ YOU!
Shoutout blog to those who deserve it but I cannot remember who to write about because it's 2:3something: *smoooooooch*
Shoutout blog to my blogs: Thanks guys.
Also, if anyone knows how to code a guestbook properly, I'd love a tutorial -- or perhaps you just do it for me? -- why do I think NO ONE'S gonna help me on this one. Boo!
Mental note, add Jens, Steve, Brian, Kat and Gia. They wanna see they's pretty! They is.
Shoutout blog to Tom: Werk the family-ing.
Shoutout blog to Cesar: Beat the family-ing.
Shoutout blog to Gia & Kat: Ignore the family-ing.
Shoutout blog to my Aunt Bobby: Happy belated birthday! I'm not a bad nephew. I swear! I'm just far away.
Shoutout blog to Verena and Leah: You'll get extra love once I regain my sanity for the visiting of the webpage daily-ness. WERK IT!
Shoutout blog to Steven and Ski (whom I need to add): WERK! heh.
Shoutout blog to Sweeter: I miss you and your insight. Star Wars Epi II, wooooooooo! WE LOVEZ YOU!
Shoutout blog to those who deserve it but I cannot remember who to write about because it's 2:3something: *smoooooooch*
Shoutout blog to my blogs: Thanks guys.
By the way, no. I didn't get to go to the hospital. M�nica says she might take me Wednesday -- today. We'll see about that! Meanwhile, partial upgrades to Nur�Spark 5.3 beta are making me a happy camper. I wonder what happens AFTER 5.9? does it become 5.10? if I make a minor adjustment to 5.3, does it become 5.3.1? I guess. This is all so confusing. I thought numbers were only allowed ONE decimal place. Man, am I glad I work with pictures. X-D .oO( that emoticon is for all my Spanish friends)
ps. I burned Mr. Nick a CD today. I still need to make Paloma one. I'll put her pic up with Begonia's soon enough! You know you want to see pics of the cafeteria ladies... admit it.
ps. I burned Mr. Nick a CD today. I still need to make Paloma one. I'll put her pic up with Begonia's soon enough! You know you want to see pics of the cafeteria ladies... admit it.
Does anyone else miss the Golden Girls? Of course, not! You're all reading this from the US -- and if you're here in Europe, you probably (1) don't know what it is, or (2) don't watch it when you are in the States. SAD. I miss Rose, Blanche, Dorothy, and Sophia. I thought it was cool to like Sophia, but now I've decided I like Rose. She's got it together. You go Betty White!
I'm updating the menus right now -- which isn't as much fun as I thought it would be. Also. The guestbook isn't fabulous -- YET. Soon, I'll figure it out...
Speaking of whores (I know you're all wondering where that segue), I'm going to go to the ORI. I must. I need to get the $$ they owe me and pay back my bookies: Jos� Luis, M�nica, and Wade before they collectively break my legs -- especially Wade. He had a gleam in his eye...
I'm annoyed with the circular bus driver. He gives me a look. And it's not a 'you're a foreigner' look. It's a 'boy, why are you takin the bus?! You need to learn to walk!' and I'm about ready to be all 'you best get to steppin' like LaShawnda taught me. No doubt. Peace Out. Blog in. Blog on!
I'm updating the menus right now -- which isn't as much fun as I thought it would be. Also. The guestbook isn't fabulous -- YET. Soon, I'll figure it out...
Speaking of whores (I know you're all wondering where that segue), I'm going to go to the ORI. I must. I need to get the $$ they owe me and pay back my bookies: Jos� Luis, M�nica, and Wade before they collectively break my legs -- especially Wade. He had a gleam in his eye...
I'm annoyed with the circular bus driver. He gives me a look. And it's not a 'you're a foreigner' look. It's a 'boy, why are you takin the bus?! You need to learn to walk!' and I'm about ready to be all 'you best get to steppin' like LaShawnda taught me. No doubt. Peace Out. Blog in. Blog on!
Monday, May 27, 2002
I swear everyone's in London. Mike Barolsky, Jacob Dickstein, I think Kristin Hart-Maravich said something about a stop-over... freakish!
Well, chiquit�nes, I just got back from class, and you know the first thing I do is go to my computer whenever I've been out of my apartment for more than 5 minutes... so I'm her blogging. I feel very blah.
Tomorrow I may go to the hospital tomorrow with M�nica so I can have a doctor look at my dry skin. I want supple pretty-ooo-touch-me skin, consarnit!
Other than that, I'm hungry, so it's time for get some sauce a'cookin for a pasta. Mmm.
Song in my head: "Come what may" by Josh Groban
Well, chiquit�nes, I just got back from class, and you know the first thing I do is go to my computer whenever I've been out of my apartment for more than 5 minutes... so I'm her blogging. I feel very blah.
Tomorrow I may go to the hospital tomorrow with M�nica so I can have a doctor look at my dry skin. I want supple pretty-ooo-touch-me skin, consarnit!
Other than that, I'm hungry, so it's time for get some sauce a'cookin for a pasta. Mmm.
Song in my head: "Come what may" by Josh Groban
My day is getting off to a rotten start.
First, I went to bed last night at a mild time of 7pm. I was supposed to get up at around 8am so I could go down to the city with Verena at 8:15 or so. That didn't happen. I kept her waiting for 15 minutes, and then told her to go. I'll have to figure out a way to apologize properly. We'll see. I don't like that she waited 15 mins for me for nothing... But I would have just made her later.
Then M�nica called me. Aparently my dinner guests were too noisy (I agree, actually) and I'm not allowed to have anymore. I feel like I'm a 18 year old freshman who's broken the rules too many times. To my credit, I wasn't loud at all, and we probably wouldn't have gotten into any trouble of 2 things hadn't happened... 1, Mercedes wasn't the security guard. You know how parents are -- this is my personal feeling. I like her a lot, but still... she's less lenient. 2, it was a Friday night and people were 'studying' and instead of calling me, they just called security. How childish. I've *never* done that in my life to anyone here. SURE, I've thought about it, but I'm not a jerk. Jeez. Usually, I just grin and bear it when they wake me up with their loud music at ... oh, I don't know, 8am ... mmm hmmm. No complaining from this lil Jew. No. Nuh uh.
Anyway, that's about it. Long days again. The end of my year in Spain creeps closer and closer. It's already the 27th of May, my South Dakotans leave in the front leg of June and I'll be alone. (*sniff sniff*)
I have translation at 6 and an am hungry. Time to make myself do stuff besides frolic with my blogs.
Let's get our divirtirse on!
First, I went to bed last night at a mild time of 7pm. I was supposed to get up at around 8am so I could go down to the city with Verena at 8:15 or so. That didn't happen. I kept her waiting for 15 minutes, and then told her to go. I'll have to figure out a way to apologize properly. We'll see. I don't like that she waited 15 mins for me for nothing... But I would have just made her later.
Then M�nica called me. Aparently my dinner guests were too noisy (I agree, actually) and I'm not allowed to have anymore. I feel like I'm a 18 year old freshman who's broken the rules too many times. To my credit, I wasn't loud at all, and we probably wouldn't have gotten into any trouble of 2 things hadn't happened... 1, Mercedes wasn't the security guard. You know how parents are -- this is my personal feeling. I like her a lot, but still... she's less lenient. 2, it was a Friday night and people were 'studying' and instead of calling me, they just called security. How childish. I've *never* done that in my life to anyone here. SURE, I've thought about it, but I'm not a jerk. Jeez. Usually, I just grin and bear it when they wake me up with their loud music at ... oh, I don't know, 8am ... mmm hmmm. No complaining from this lil Jew. No. Nuh uh.
Anyway, that's about it. Long days again. The end of my year in Spain creeps closer and closer. It's already the 27th of May, my South Dakotans leave in the front leg of June and I'll be alone. (*sniff sniff*)
I have translation at 6 and an am hungry. Time to make myself do stuff besides frolic with my blogs.
Let's get our divirtirse on!
Saturday, May 25, 2002
Last night was fun. Stressed myself out for very childish reasons. I got over it. This morning, cleaning spree with Mr. Nick as I made banana pancakes for him Verena, Wade and Chris -- Leah refused to wake up. So I was forced to flip them myself - but I did a good job! So I'm happy. I spent the rest of the morning with Chris who watched Wade's new porn video -- I showered. Then I read my current book The Widows by Susette Mayr. It's amazing to see how much German I know just from growing up in my family!
Right now, I'm debating making dinner -- since it's been my plan to make shrimp and rice -- and something??? On Monday, when I go to the ORI to get my check, I'm going to get sweet pickles so I can make my dad's delightfully good tunafish salad for sandwiches. Mmmm. So good.
I actually have a craving for a hard-boiled egg. Mr. Nick wants Thai food and cranberry juice -- that's what he misses.
Meanwhile, beware of this monster!
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Pancakeman Knows!
So do the blogs.
They say it's time to cook cuz I'm hungry!
Right now, I'm debating making dinner -- since it's been my plan to make shrimp and rice -- and something??? On Monday, when I go to the ORI to get my check, I'm going to get sweet pickles so I can make my dad's delightfully good tunafish salad for sandwiches. Mmmm. So good.
I actually have a craving for a hard-boiled egg. Mr. Nick wants Thai food and cranberry juice -- that's what he misses.
Meanwhile, beware of this monster!
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Pancakeman Knows!
So do the blogs.
They say it's time to cook cuz I'm hungry!
Friday, May 24, 2002
What a night!
Leah and I made the motherload of all Chicken Pasta Primavera..
then strawberries and Nur�cream (no evil sex jokes), brandy and caramel ice cream, and drinks.
In attendance were Wade, Chris, Leah, Verena, Mr. Nick, and myself -- later visited Laura and Lucila while Wade made himself scarce doing somthing important in the computer lab -- uh huh .... PORN j/k -- maybe.
lots of drunken jewels of wisdom from our highly regarded sage of queerdom and stoic microbitchyness from another -- but my favorite was when Leah sat in the bowl of whipped cream... oh... that was classic!
Spliffytime for Chris and the others followed suit. I stay behind to write and not die of the cold. Verena = sleep 'for I must study tomorrow starting at 8am!' POOR THING. I suppose she wouldn't work so hard if she had just received a better grade... which I don't get because she studies so darn constantly and yet her dumb professor doesn't see fit to be nice to her. DUH. Business isn't easy, but some GERMAN grrl doing it ALL in Spain -- eso no vale if you know what I'm sayin', Cassandra.
Other than that, I received a really really sweet email that made me cry on Laura's shoulder on Thursday night and I got a response from ORI -- no exam for me! JUST CREDITS. I think... I won. I don't know. Victory tastes so hollow. -- is 'hollow' a flavor? I'll inform Handel's, Webb's, and Katie's Corner of the addition. (ha ha ha, Youngstowners and others in-the-know! for all the rest of you, �sufre!)
Speaking of ORI. Who went down Wednesday to deliver his receipts to them only to be told 'it'll be sent to Javier's office in 5 days for you to get/sign?'' Nur�. Who did Javier tell that I have to go down to the ORI, because the money's ready and I have to go DOWN to the city to sign for it? Nur�. Uggh. I hate that. I don't want to go down... but I will, first thing Monday morning with Study-the-live-long-day Verena.
(*sigh*) I'm sleepy and wish my blogs and all my bloglings a merry sleep and a happy new weekend!
Leah and I made the motherload of all Chicken Pasta Primavera..
then strawberries and Nur�cream (no evil sex jokes), brandy and caramel ice cream, and drinks.
In attendance were Wade, Chris, Leah, Verena, Mr. Nick, and myself -- later visited Laura and Lucila while Wade made himself scarce doing somthing important in the computer lab -- uh huh .... PORN j/k -- maybe.
lots of drunken jewels of wisdom from our highly regarded sage of queerdom and stoic microbitchyness from another -- but my favorite was when Leah sat in the bowl of whipped cream... oh... that was classic!
Spliffytime for Chris and the others followed suit. I stay behind to write and not die of the cold. Verena = sleep 'for I must study tomorrow starting at 8am!' POOR THING. I suppose she wouldn't work so hard if she had just received a better grade... which I don't get because she studies so darn constantly and yet her dumb professor doesn't see fit to be nice to her. DUH. Business isn't easy, but some GERMAN grrl doing it ALL in Spain -- eso no vale if you know what I'm sayin', Cassandra.
Other than that, I received a really really sweet email that made me cry on Laura's shoulder on Thursday night and I got a response from ORI -- no exam for me! JUST CREDITS. I think... I won. I don't know. Victory tastes so hollow. -- is 'hollow' a flavor? I'll inform Handel's, Webb's, and Katie's Corner of the addition. (ha ha ha, Youngstowners and others in-the-know! for all the rest of you, �sufre!)
Speaking of ORI. Who went down Wednesday to deliver his receipts to them only to be told 'it'll be sent to Javier's office in 5 days for you to get/sign?'' Nur�. Who did Javier tell that I have to go down to the ORI, because the money's ready and I have to go DOWN to the city to sign for it? Nur�. Uggh. I hate that. I don't want to go down... but I will, first thing Monday morning with Study-the-live-long-day Verena.
(*sigh*) I'm sleepy and wish my blogs and all my bloglings a merry sleep and a happy new weekend!
Thursday, May 23, 2002
I apologize for not posting. I wasn't feeling well. STAR WARS OVERLOAD. I decided it wasn't wise to post about it. Too many things you should see for yourself. In Spanish was good, tho. I understood it perfectly, but I felt like I could pay attention of other things and not be bogged down by the script. Lots of people have told me they thought it was really badly written in English -- in Spanish, it wasn't bad.
ORI money helps a bit. There's a 5-day pause while they process. They're bastards -- I'll get them.
Suddenly, MU has a single for me IN Peabody. This makes me happy. I just faxed them my contract. Weee.
HAIRCUT! Finally. Leah's been all teasing because I kept saying 'I need a haircut' and never did it. Now I did. Look at how well M� del Pilar (�No soy ninguna Pili! -- werk it MdP) made me look 30x better than Dean Cain (I'm sorry, Dean. I really do look better than you do. But I'm still your fan.)
Other than that, I'm fixing someone's hard drive. ORI classes won't let me take the exam, but they will give me credits? Not sure how that's working... but I think I got mostly what I wanted? Who knows. Fun. Sweeter said because of the Dox BBQ (which I really wish I could go to) and her lesbian hijinx, she might not be able to help with Star Wars. I hope so. A quiet and strangely-uptight guy, Emilio, has a crappy CRAPPY English version already... once he recompresses it, he says he'll share it with me. I'm not sure I want crap. I trust Sweeter. -- NOTE: She's thinking of leaving me to fend for myself on Dox and I'm NOT happy. I don't know if I can be the soul of staff. :(
Blogs think .oO(STAY AMBER!!!!)
Song for us all: 'Your love is my love and my love is your love' Whitney Houston. SO TRUE.
ORI money helps a bit. There's a 5-day pause while they process. They're bastards -- I'll get them.
Suddenly, MU has a single for me IN Peabody. This makes me happy. I just faxed them my contract. Weee.
HAIRCUT! Finally. Leah's been all teasing because I kept saying 'I need a haircut' and never did it. Now I did. Look at how well M� del Pilar (�No soy ninguna Pili! -- werk it MdP) made me look 30x better than Dean Cain (I'm sorry, Dean. I really do look better than you do. But I'm still your fan.)
Other than that, I'm fixing someone's hard drive. ORI classes won't let me take the exam, but they will give me credits? Not sure how that's working... but I think I got mostly what I wanted? Who knows. Fun. Sweeter said because of the Dox BBQ (which I really wish I could go to) and her lesbian hijinx, she might not be able to help with Star Wars. I hope so. A quiet and strangely-uptight guy, Emilio, has a crappy CRAPPY English version already... once he recompresses it, he says he'll share it with me. I'm not sure I want crap. I trust Sweeter. -- NOTE: She's thinking of leaving me to fend for myself on Dox and I'm NOT happy. I don't know if I can be the soul of staff. :(
Blogs think .oO(STAY AMBER!!!!)
Song for us all: 'Your love is my love and my love is your love' Whitney Houston. SO TRUE.
Tuesday, May 21, 2002
Almost forgot to send a shoutout blog to Bob and Simon. Both are incredibly handsome... but one of them is a cat. Maybe I can get Salina a date! Mmmm, video-cat-dating. The Blogs like that.
me=worried. my dad didn't know his own password that we've used since I was a kid for years.
do you remember when learning about strangers was a big deal in kindergarden and such? I do! My parents taught my siblings and I that if they sent someone we didn't know to pick us up somewhere (not like our aunt or uncle) we should ask them the password. EVERYONE in my family knows this word. My dad was acting tr�s �trange online. Like... uncharacteristiclly odd on AIM -- so I said "okay, if you're my dad, what's the secret family password?" (which, duh, I won't tell you all) and he didn't know! I was stunned. Ask my brothers, sister, or mom, they'll know! I am hurt, shocked, worried, and a lil hungry.
Today is Star Wars day. I shall blog again when I come back and praise Queen Amidala and all her Padme goodness! Woo. The blogs love her. Me too. You go Nat!
do you remember when learning about strangers was a big deal in kindergarden and such? I do! My parents taught my siblings and I that if they sent someone we didn't know to pick us up somewhere (not like our aunt or uncle) we should ask them the password. EVERYONE in my family knows this word. My dad was acting tr�s �trange online. Like... uncharacteristiclly odd on AIM -- so I said "okay, if you're my dad, what's the secret family password?" (which, duh, I won't tell you all) and he didn't know! I was stunned. Ask my brothers, sister, or mom, they'll know! I am hurt, shocked, worried, and a lil hungry.
Today is Star Wars day. I shall blog again when I come back and praise Queen Amidala and all her Padme goodness! Woo. The blogs love her. Me too. You go Nat!
Monday, May 20, 2002
hate the ori.
love the verena.
ori says 'well, we know you've already paid arms and legs worth of money for food before you even got here, but can you buy your own food and then we'll pay you back? NO but I have no choice. seeing as how I have no money to do this rediculous request, Verena is being awesome and being my loan officer. rock on. now I just need a parole officer... just kidding.
many many people are mad because I haven't posted any images of my pretty self on my site. well, I sympathize... but I DON'T CARE. No. There is one photo up, but it's hiding. you have to go look at the entire site to find it. But because I'm a nice Nur�.. and I think it'd be cool to place an image IN a post... I'll try posting a photo my brother took when he came to Spain to visit me. This is a camelia bush -- the flowers are really pretty, not very fragrant, and only grows in Galicia. I also look hot. :)
Now shut up and send me money.
love the verena.
ori says 'well, we know you've already paid arms and legs worth of money for food before you even got here, but can you buy your own food and then we'll pay you back? NO but I have no choice. seeing as how I have no money to do this rediculous request, Verena is being awesome and being my loan officer. rock on. now I just need a parole officer... just kidding.
many many people are mad because I haven't posted any images of my pretty self on my site. well, I sympathize... but I DON'T CARE. No. There is one photo up, but it's hiding. you have to go look at the entire site to find it. But because I'm a nice Nur�.. and I think it'd be cool to place an image IN a post... I'll try posting a photo my brother took when he came to Spain to visit me. This is a camelia bush -- the flowers are really pretty, not very fragrant, and only grows in Galicia. I also look hot. :)
Now shut up and send me money.
There's a certain person who'll probably never come to my website -- but I'll post this anyway to make that person smile and to confuse those of you who don't know whom I'm talkin to. (EVIL = me)
now we can say/ that nothings lost/ and only change/ brings round the prophecy/ well now it's melting/ the solid frost/ was once a veil on greener landscapes/ we would see/ beneath my surface/ the waters heating/ the steam comes up and out the tears/ you see me shine/ for every strange and bitter moment/ there was never a better time
for every pleasure/ exacts its pain/ how you hurt me/ how you were good to me/ beneath my window/ a mournful train/ that makes me smile/ at my bad poetry/ but beneath my surface/ a song is rising/ and it may be simple/ well it hides its true intent/ we may be looking for our deliverence/ but it has already been sent
it's in the nightfall/ when the light falls/ and what you've seen/ isn't there anymore/ it's in our blind trust/ love will find us/ just like it has before
they're sending soldiers/ to distant places/ x's and o's/ on someones drawing board/ like green and plastic/ but with human faces/ and they want to tell you/ it's a merciful sword/ but with all the blood/ newly dried in the desert/ can we not fertilize the land with something else/ there is no nation/ by god exempted/ lay down your weapons/ and love your neighbor as yourself
All righty, time for you to figure out who that lovely piece of poetry is from... ha ha ha (did I mention I'm evil? -- oh just run a search in google and stop whining.)
now we can say/ that nothings lost/ and only change/ brings round the prophecy/ well now it's melting/ the solid frost/ was once a veil on greener landscapes/ we would see/ beneath my surface/ the waters heating/ the steam comes up and out the tears/ you see me shine/ for every strange and bitter moment/ there was never a better time
for every pleasure/ exacts its pain/ how you hurt me/ how you were good to me/ beneath my window/ a mournful train/ that makes me smile/ at my bad poetry/ but beneath my surface/ a song is rising/ and it may be simple/ well it hides its true intent/ we may be looking for our deliverence/ but it has already been sent
it's in the nightfall/ when the light falls/ and what you've seen/ isn't there anymore/ it's in our blind trust/ love will find us/ just like it has before
they're sending soldiers/ to distant places/ x's and o's/ on someones drawing board/ like green and plastic/ but with human faces/ and they want to tell you/ it's a merciful sword/ but with all the blood/ newly dried in the desert/ can we not fertilize the land with something else/ there is no nation/ by god exempted/ lay down your weapons/ and love your neighbor as yourself
All righty, time for you to figure out who that lovely piece of poetry is from... ha ha ha (did I mention I'm evil? -- oh just run a search in google and stop whining.)
Sunday, May 19, 2002
I bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't you, don't you? -- I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out. Stupid bitch in my beach house.
Yea. My thought exactly. My older brother's friend (who's about 5 years younger than me) didn't help me when I needed help. Now he just would like a 'woulja mind' handout. How quaint. No. And they said I couldn't be bitter. Maybe I'll be nice... I need to think about it. Just because it's Sid's friend... hmmm. I never really 'didn't' get along nor were we on the best of terms. I ignore his family, they ignore me. Eh. That's the price of being spectaculous like me? Or being from a superficial family... they rub me the wrong way... hmmm.
Anyway, today's dinner was almost a disaster. I'm not sure where it went wrong. I think it had something to do with the visitors... hmmm. The chili was going well, and then *bam!* it tasted like crap. So I pulled a Dr. Chef Nur� and *shazzam!* back on track -- sorta. I've made better chili. Almost was a waste of beef, tomatoes and beans. It was very edible afterwards. I hate making beans.
Laura annoys me sometimes. Always telling me I make food with too many spices. What the hell. Just because her culture cooks with all of 4 spices, doesn't mean she has to knock mine. What utter crudeness. I love Spanish cooking. I see nothing wrong with it -- there's nothing to really improve. But watch her go and tell me that there's something wrong with Israeli, American, Italian, Chinese, Mexican food. It's like... do peole see the US as having that sorta attitude? I hope not.
I slacked today. Next weekend I'm supposed to go to A Coru�a with Leah (maybe Wade) and Laura to par-tay before finals kick in. Almost time to go home. Where has the time gone? I've done so much in Spain, but I feel like with all the memories and photos, had I been a rich lil brat like some people, I could have done billions of things more... *sigh*. Anyone else feel like we cannot get ahead even if we cut our own off and threw it in a cattapault?
New song on my list: Indigo Girls -- Our Deliverance. Pretty. Back to the roots. I like that, girls. Rock on with your bad lesbian selves. Or as Shirley Q Liquor says "I love dem bulldaggas!"
For those who need it, Miss Janet chants for me: "Gotta chip upon your shoulder/ I just knocked it off/ Show me what you gonna do/ I ain't 'bout to run/ You have just run out of ammunition/ Shootin' blanks now/ You son of a gun"
Today's the 20th of May -- as I post this, but it's for the 19th, but that's okay...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my MOMMY!!!!! Don't ask either her nor I how old she is. We'll say "enough to know better."
Tuesday, Wade and I plan to see Star Wars (in spanish). We'll see how that goes, eh? Leah wants to come. Verena might. I think it'd be fun. I cannot wait to see it in English. Sweeter says she might pitch a hand in.
Blogs are pretty. So is Shana. I need a photo of her, by the way!
Love from across the ocean.
Yea. My thought exactly. My older brother's friend (who's about 5 years younger than me) didn't help me when I needed help. Now he just would like a 'woulja mind' handout. How quaint. No. And they said I couldn't be bitter. Maybe I'll be nice... I need to think about it. Just because it's Sid's friend... hmmm. I never really 'didn't' get along nor were we on the best of terms. I ignore his family, they ignore me. Eh. That's the price of being spectaculous like me? Or being from a superficial family... they rub me the wrong way... hmmm.
Anyway, today's dinner was almost a disaster. I'm not sure where it went wrong. I think it had something to do with the visitors... hmmm. The chili was going well, and then *bam!* it tasted like crap. So I pulled a Dr. Chef Nur� and *shazzam!* back on track -- sorta. I've made better chili. Almost was a waste of beef, tomatoes and beans. It was very edible afterwards. I hate making beans.
Laura annoys me sometimes. Always telling me I make food with too many spices. What the hell. Just because her culture cooks with all of 4 spices, doesn't mean she has to knock mine. What utter crudeness. I love Spanish cooking. I see nothing wrong with it -- there's nothing to really improve. But watch her go and tell me that there's something wrong with Israeli, American, Italian, Chinese, Mexican food. It's like... do peole see the US as having that sorta attitude? I hope not.
I slacked today. Next weekend I'm supposed to go to A Coru�a with Leah (maybe Wade) and Laura to par-tay before finals kick in. Almost time to go home. Where has the time gone? I've done so much in Spain, but I feel like with all the memories and photos, had I been a rich lil brat like some people, I could have done billions of things more... *sigh*. Anyone else feel like we cannot get ahead even if we cut our own off and threw it in a cattapault?
New song on my list: Indigo Girls -- Our Deliverance. Pretty. Back to the roots. I like that, girls. Rock on with your bad lesbian selves. Or as Shirley Q Liquor says "I love dem bulldaggas!"
For those who need it, Miss Janet chants for me: "Gotta chip upon your shoulder/ I just knocked it off/ Show me what you gonna do/ I ain't 'bout to run/ You have just run out of ammunition/ Shootin' blanks now/ You son of a gun"
Today's the 20th of May -- as I post this, but it's for the 19th, but that's okay...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my MOMMY!!!!! Don't ask either her nor I how old she is. We'll say "enough to know better."
Tuesday, Wade and I plan to see Star Wars (in spanish). We'll see how that goes, eh? Leah wants to come. Verena might. I think it'd be fun. I cannot wait to see it in English. Sweeter says she might pitch a hand in.
Blogs are pretty. So is Shana. I need a photo of her, by the way!
Love from across the ocean.
Saturday, May 18, 2002
Can you believe me? I need a new sleeping schedule.
My mommy's birthday is coming up. She's gonna be 40 again. Woo. We should all be so lucky. I'm making her a card. I hope she enjoys.
I'm gonna make chili tomorrow since I've forgotten for the last days to do so. EEP.
I removed instances of a friend (whose name I'm obviously not going to name) with the phrase, "anonymous friend's boyfriend" Normally, I would never re-censor myself, but this was an extenuating circumstance, and I felt giving this evening.
Other that that occurance, I'm not sure WHAT'S going on in la vida Nur�. I'm lathargic. My bro sid is gonna send me photos soon! Excitement.
I love my dreams. If I can remember the next one, I'll blog it. :)
My mommy's birthday is coming up. She's gonna be 40 again. Woo. We should all be so lucky. I'm making her a card. I hope she enjoys.
I'm gonna make chili tomorrow since I've forgotten for the last days to do so. EEP.
I removed instances of a friend (whose name I'm obviously not going to name) with the phrase, "anonymous friend's boyfriend" Normally, I would never re-censor myself, but this was an extenuating circumstance, and I felt giving this evening.
Other that that occurance, I'm not sure WHAT'S going on in la vida Nur�. I'm lathargic. My bro sid is gonna send me photos soon! Excitement.
I love my dreams. If I can remember the next one, I'll blog it. :)
Friday, May 17, 2002
So here's how the night went. I had fun chatting with MysteryBob -- always keeps me in good spirits -- then Verena called and aparently is all about calling her exbf in Blackfoot, Idaho. STRANGE. So I helped her figure out 1: where Idaho is, 2: Where Blackfoot is thereby telling us 3: its timezone. Oh fun!
Leah and Verena made the three of us potato pancakes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes for dinner. ODD, I know.
After dinner, Wade, Leah, & our plucky hero set out to watch a SPANISH movie (�qu� raro!) Todo Sobre Mi Madre. Of course, I adore Pedro Almod�var's films, so a good time was had by all. I reccomend this movie. Funny and powerful. I really liked Cecilia Roth, Pen�lope Cruz, and of course Antonia San Juan! Wooo! Womyn rock much -- even the transies.
Blogs love comments, donchaknow.
Leah and Verena made the three of us potato pancakes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes for dinner. ODD, I know.
After dinner, Wade, Leah, & our plucky hero set out to watch a SPANISH movie (�qu� raro!) Todo Sobre Mi Madre. Of course, I adore Pedro Almod�var's films, so a good time was had by all. I reccomend this movie. Funny and powerful. I really liked Cecilia Roth, Pen�lope Cruz, and of course Antonia San Juan! Wooo! Womyn rock much -- even the transies.
Blogs love comments, donchaknow.
news flash! Verena and Wade and Leah, instead of being anally tortured as I was so sure they had -- actually just went out for drinks and then dinner.
Impromptu fun.
I'm glad they aren't dead. The blogs are too.
It'd be a dull month and a half without them to write about.
... oh yea, and I like them all very much ... bla bla bla.
Don't let it go to your heads.
Impromptu fun.
I'm glad they aren't dead. The blogs are too.
It'd be a dull month and a half without them to write about.
... oh yea, and I like them all very much ... bla bla bla.
Don't let it go to your heads.
How much do I love this! The PosterChild works! I'm not sure if anyone will use it, but at least I have the ability to get feedback, stalkers, and flamers (besides Tom.) *snicker*
I'm considering a guestbook. Who is interested in a guestbook. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
I bet there's plenty of people out there who want to see PHOTOS! Ha. Losers. Yea. I'll do that... someday. Until then... how about you throngs of bloglings (I've noticed at the time of his posting that I have 117 of you) start posting comments and making these blogs feel loved.
I love you and you and you and you ... and over in TX, CA, OH!
Ps. Abby went to senior prom! My baby cousin is SO OLD! *sniff!* Even wore an empire waist. So classy!
I'm considering a guestbook. Who is interested in a guestbook. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
I bet there's plenty of people out there who want to see PHOTOS! Ha. Losers. Yea. I'll do that... someday. Until then... how about you throngs of bloglings (I've noticed at the time of his posting that I have 117 of you) start posting comments and making these blogs feel loved.
I love you and you and you and you ... and over in TX, CA, OH!
Ps. Abby went to senior prom! My baby cousin is SO OLD! *sniff!* Even wore an empire waist. So classy!
I'm trying hard to get the new function: PosterChild (I love the name) embedded into my blogs. It's my gift to them. If it works, you bloglings can post your OWN comments. I know you're excited.
So far, it's not working... but I'm trying hard.
So far, it's not working... but I'm trying hard.
apparently Wade, Leah, and Verena were abducted by aliens for anal probing. How do I know this? I don't. But they were gone all last night. CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUND.
I went to Lit class. Our group has to compare two movies that have been remade (ex. Little Women has about 5 different incarnations.) I suggested Peter Pan -- esp. since I have some of the songs from the Spanish version -- and to prove it, our CRAZY plucky hero started singing 'you can fly, you can fly' :: 'voler�s, voler�s" and the prof was still in the room. She started to applaud. We should all that that as her blessing that it's a good idea. Not to do Psycho or whatever. Easy yet challenging = compare Disney to, um, ANYTHING. If not Peter Pan, then Alice in Wonderland. Nuff said.
Friday is a freebie day off. What I shall do is unknown. I would have blogged last night, but by the time 12am strolled around, I was micro-hungry, sleepy, and apathetic.
I posted Tom's 21st birthday card in the temp folder. I'm thinking I'm going to keep it or something. Not sure.
Other than that, slow day.
I think we're going to the beach Sunday. I'm looking forward to that, my little blogaddicts.
I went to Lit class. Our group has to compare two movies that have been remade (ex. Little Women has about 5 different incarnations.) I suggested Peter Pan -- esp. since I have some of the songs from the Spanish version -- and to prove it, our CRAZY plucky hero started singing 'you can fly, you can fly' :: 'voler�s, voler�s" and the prof was still in the room. She started to applaud. We should all that that as her blessing that it's a good idea. Not to do Psycho or whatever. Easy yet challenging = compare Disney to, um, ANYTHING. If not Peter Pan, then Alice in Wonderland. Nuff said.
Friday is a freebie day off. What I shall do is unknown. I would have blogged last night, but by the time 12am strolled around, I was micro-hungry, sleepy, and apathetic.
I posted Tom's 21st birthday card in the temp folder. I'm thinking I'm going to keep it or something. Not sure.
Other than that, slow day.
I think we're going to the beach Sunday. I'm looking forward to that, my little blogaddicts.
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
I'm so pleased to announce that I'm a superstar! Yes you heard that right.
Since Sweeter loves Pink so much, I became Nink, the not-so-evil-thin/pretty/rich singer/dancer/performer who doesn't mind looking like an absolute fool if it means he's having a good time and others are laughing (with/at, whatever...) him. Nink's first single release is "Don't Let Me Get Me" and it's available for download for a short time.
Carla, my ardilla loca, made Leah and I dinner tonight: Steak (not bad, considering I don't eat steak), salad, pasta, fried eggs, and rolls. She's a lil chef this Portuguese one!
Also, Elyssa -- devil bless her -- gave Wade, Verena, Leah, and I all her worldly belongings -- because, y'know, she can just shed items like *snap* that. So our plucky hero now has a new iron, a Proctor & Gamble Swiffer, lots of new food, and hair care products and more! Wee!
Other than that, I'm about to go to bed, because I have to go to the ORI Thursday morning to sort out this mess myself. I know... I'm lusting for this too. Maybe I'll get my haircut or something. Who knows.
Anywho, bloglings, network's acting funkified, but that doesn't mean I'm not fighting to get my love out to you! *smooch!*
Since Sweeter loves Pink so much, I became Nink, the not-so-evil-thin/pretty/rich singer/dancer/performer who doesn't mind looking like an absolute fool if it means he's having a good time and others are laughing (with/at, whatever...) him. Nink's first single release is "Don't Let Me Get Me" and it's available for download for a short time.
Carla, my ardilla loca, made Leah and I dinner tonight: Steak (not bad, considering I don't eat steak), salad, pasta, fried eggs, and rolls. She's a lil chef this Portuguese one!
Also, Elyssa -- devil bless her -- gave Wade, Verena, Leah, and I all her worldly belongings -- because, y'know, she can just shed items like *snap* that. So our plucky hero now has a new iron, a Proctor & Gamble Swiffer, lots of new food, and hair care products and more! Wee!
Other than that, I'm about to go to bed, because I have to go to the ORI Thursday morning to sort out this mess myself. I know... I'm lusting for this too. Maybe I'll get my haircut or something. Who knows.
Anywho, bloglings, network's acting funkified, but that doesn't mean I'm not fighting to get my love out to you! *smooch!*
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
Such a headache! Owies.
2 hrs on the phone with Cesar should completely equal 1005% goodness. Sadly, it's only 1000% because of the headache. Boo.
Other news: Good food from Chinese dinner for the "goodbye forever, you bitch" Elyssa party. She was civil until the mid-end, and then I almost lost my cool. Luckily, Nicholas-Pickolas-Tickolas-Too was there to change the subject... to what? "Mmmm, good water!"
I think my mother and I would agree that "Hey look at that tree!" works much better.
Meanwhile, I made a really cool animation. It's locked away in a nice little folder as a file. It's large. I'll warn you now.
Other than that, much sleeping.
M�nica talked to ORI and she'll have answers tomorrow or she'll rain down burning firerain. I hope to get front row tickets and munch on popcorn if it so happens.
I want a haircut too. Laurie said something about getting a cheaper cut from her host-sister... we'll see.
Meanwhile, no news is essentially good news, and I'm tired. SLEEPYTIME, bloglings -- it is almost 5am!
2 hrs on the phone with Cesar should completely equal 1005% goodness. Sadly, it's only 1000% because of the headache. Boo.
Other news: Good food from Chinese dinner for the "goodbye forever, you bitch" Elyssa party. She was civil until the mid-end, and then I almost lost my cool. Luckily, Nicholas-Pickolas-Tickolas-Too was there to change the subject... to what? "Mmmm, good water!"
I think my mother and I would agree that "Hey look at that tree!" works much better.
Meanwhile, I made a really cool animation. It's locked away in a nice little folder as a file. It's large. I'll warn you now.
Other than that, much sleeping.
M�nica talked to ORI and she'll have answers tomorrow or she'll rain down burning firerain. I hope to get front row tickets and munch on popcorn if it so happens.
I want a haircut too. Laurie said something about getting a cheaper cut from her host-sister... we'll see.
Meanwhile, no news is essentially good news, and I'm tired. SLEEPYTIME, bloglings -- it is almost 5am!
Monday, May 13, 2002
I take back my horrible words, now that I see my blogs have been posted. Perhaps my blogs have learned their lesson.
Meanwhile... happy belated mother's day from Nur�Spark!
Nur�Spark wants to wish a very very happy 21st birthday to Tom! Weee! Legal to to all the things he's already been doing!
Meanwhile... happy belated mother's day from Nur�Spark!
Nur�Spark wants to wish a very very happy 21st birthday to Tom! Weee! Legal to to all the things he's already been doing!
Blogs are not cool for the past 4 days.
I now refuse to tell you all what has happened to me.
Nothing bad. Mostly blissful, lovely things.
But each time I upload... BAM! lost. I am unnerved that my beloved blogs have turned their backs to me.
Perhaps tomorrow they will think about their actions and change their tune.
Humph!
.oO(�Paella Negra!)
I now refuse to tell you all what has happened to me.
Nothing bad. Mostly blissful, lovely things.
But each time I upload... BAM! lost. I am unnerved that my beloved blogs have turned their backs to me.
Perhaps tomorrow they will think about their actions and change their tune.
Humph!
.oO(�Paella Negra!)
Friday, May 10, 2002
not much to say. I finally got Carla's photo up in FRIENDS. I'm going to M�nica's house to learn how to make paella negra -- I'll teach her mom to make banana pancakes and give her some cool American recipies. WOO, cultural exchange.
Javier has yet to tell me if I have food. I bought bread and chorizo from M�nica. She's mad at the ORI (Office of International Residents, but duh, in Spanish) for leaving me foodless. Jos� Luis, someone I need to add to the friends page, wants to go to the city to shop... he said I can come too and he'll pay for food, and then ORI will pay him. I need a haircut.
Hugo and Chris are having a party in their apt tonight. Since Wade's staying for the weekend and Verena's not going, and Leah's still in class while I'm writing this, I'm thinking my plans are up in the aire. Since my pal Isabella is going back to the UK, she had a party at Bar Limbo yesterday -- no one from RESA went, too far -- she'll be at Hugo's party, so I have good reason to go (with my camera.)
Maybe I'll taxi with Leah back... who knows.
Alison's back at her parents, along with other friends in the US. My online friends list got hella small when classes closed. (sigh)
At least I have my blogs.
Javier has yet to tell me if I have food. I bought bread and chorizo from M�nica. She's mad at the ORI (Office of International Residents, but duh, in Spanish) for leaving me foodless. Jos� Luis, someone I need to add to the friends page, wants to go to the city to shop... he said I can come too and he'll pay for food, and then ORI will pay him. I need a haircut.
Hugo and Chris are having a party in their apt tonight. Since Wade's staying for the weekend and Verena's not going, and Leah's still in class while I'm writing this, I'm thinking my plans are up in the aire. Since my pal Isabella is going back to the UK, she had a party at Bar Limbo yesterday -- no one from RESA went, too far -- she'll be at Hugo's party, so I have good reason to go (with my camera.)
Maybe I'll taxi with Leah back... who knows.
Alison's back at her parents, along with other friends in the US. My online friends list got hella small when classes closed. (sigh)
At least I have my blogs.
Wednesday, May 08, 2002
Nur� and Wade had a nice dinner -- the first thing I've eaten all day, because I SLEPT ALL DAY. No classes = woo! Wade's DSFSoup with pasta. Not bad. Light.
Laura, Wade, Leah and I screened Spiderman. Nicely done. I liked it lots.
Meanwhile, I wanna do more website work... but I also wanna get up and go to classes, so it's time for sleep soon.
See you all tomorrow.
ps. the word of the day was "�calle!"
Laura, Wade, Leah and I screened Spiderman. Nicely done. I liked it lots.
Meanwhile, I wanna do more website work... but I also wanna get up and go to classes, so it's time for sleep soon.
See you all tomorrow.
ps. the word of the day was "�calle!"
Tuesday, May 07, 2002
well, I've posted the ART section.
I didn't fill in the sections for "how/why/what" but I'll get around to that when I'm bored. -- that'll be a week from nextNEVER
NEXT: PHOTOS! Weee!!!
I didn't fill in the sections for "how/why/what" but I'll get around to that when I'm bored. -- that'll be a week from nextNEVER
NEXT: PHOTOS! Weee!!!
Ahhhh. slowly going insane from art section... SO MUCH to write! aaaaa!
Yay for everything JavaScripty! New Blogs page, I like it more. AND AND AND! (And?... yes, 'AND') the archives section works. How's that for awesomeness? Ooh, I'm sexygood at this now -- LIES.
Wade made me fun "Drop Spunk Funky Soup" (believe it or not I did NOT name it.) Tomato-based soup with pasta and lentils and possibly other goodies. I added some milk, spices, and crackers. GOOD STUFF.
YAY. On to the PHOTOS and ART sections. Monkey work!
Wade made me fun "Drop Spunk Funky Soup" (believe it or not I did NOT name it.) Tomato-based soup with pasta and lentils and possibly other goodies. I added some milk, spices, and crackers. GOOD STUFF.
YAY. On to the PHOTOS and ART sections. Monkey work!
oh yes. Before I forget... I ran into Laurie today. She confirmed it. She doesn't really go to classes. She has to dedicate her time to going to (get this...) church choir practice.... NIGHTLY. Lord help her -- she's gone over the deep end. "What do you do then," I asked, "if you don't go to class?" "Oh, I hang out with my host-sister, and shop." I hate Laurie now. ::grin:: I wanna shop daily with endless ammounts of money. I could buy oh so many things!
Also: Laurie gave me some new news on the Tragic Life of Elyssa Newcomer-Dyer -- this time it really is worth noting without humor. Apparently, her grandfather died. Sad. When my grandmother Anne died, it hit me and my brothers pretty hard. I hope she's okay -- that was sincere. Losing loved ones can be tough -- even for people whom you cannot stand very much.
In all honesty, I don't hate Elyssa -- she amuses me. But this folly isn't amusing, and I wanted to take this blog to give her a moderately affectionate shoutout blog to say so and give my official condolances.
[END SADNESS]
Also: Laurie gave me some new news on the Tragic Life of Elyssa Newcomer-Dyer -- this time it really is worth noting without humor. Apparently, her grandfather died. Sad. When my grandmother Anne died, it hit me and my brothers pretty hard. I hope she's okay -- that was sincere. Losing loved ones can be tough -- even for people whom you cannot stand very much.
In all honesty, I don't hate Elyssa -- she amuses me. But this folly isn't amusing, and I wanted to take this blog to give her a moderately affectionate shoutout blog to say so and give my official condolances.
[END SADNESS]
Let's review:
1. I'm sitting in the computer lab of the Translation & Filology department... why? because I haven't decided to go back to my apartment. Wade thinks I need to be out among the plebeians more. So here I am, typing this Blog on a Spanish keyboard, hoping that this will not become the bastard child because it's probably going to have more typos than any of the others I write on my English-international keyboard. I worry that the other blogs will make fun of it and it'll get lonely. Luckily, El Se�or Daniel showed me that I have rights to change the keyboard layout (temp) to English -- which makes me slightly happier. **mental note: must remember to reset back to Spanish**
2. Last night: Mr. Nick, again -- but I shouldn�t be so surprised -- stopped by the RESA to visit and ended up staying over for dinner and sleep. Here's how that went:
I scanned pictures in Ra�l's room from Verena -- which I've not received from him yet. After that I returned to my room, where Wade had jazzed up my pasta sauce, made pasta, and was waiting for me with Leah, Mr. Nick, and Verena. Afterwards, we all had straweberries and my nummy whipped cream -- NUMMY.
Verena left to go to sleep/study/be German by herself, and we broke out white (nastycheap) table wine, crackers gouda and queso de pais (really creamy rich cheese) and had fun playing "you're ugly!" on www.hotornot.com. Then we decided that since Leah, Wade, and I all have HoN photos up, Mr. Nick should have one too, which prompted an impromtu photoshoot, and Nur� getting his digital groove on in Photoshop 7 to make Mr. Nick all the more fabootylicious than he already is (hard to believe possible that he could be, but then again, that's why I'm as good as I am ((insert modesty here)).
Wade said "I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get Nur�'s pillows and blanket that he left in my room when Brian and Steven slept over for my birthday.
That was the last anyone ever saw of Wade...ever. (just kidding.. sorta.)
For several hours (okay, 2), we waited for Wade to come back. We got worried and joked that he went for a walk outside in the forest and tripped on a rock & was eaten by a bear. But then we realized that there aren't as many bears in Spain, so he must have been eaten by a wolf... yea... that's it. So I broke into Wade's room (maybe he was sleeping... with the phone unplugged so he couldn't answer it... and his earphones in his ears... so he couldn't hear Leah pounding on the door and shouting his name at 4am... yea... that must be it) and brought back pillows -- I'd forgotten that I had the extra blanket, but the sleeping bag was gone.
So at about 6am, Mr. Nick and I settled to sleep, and Leah went to bed in her apt.
Next morning, I called Wade. "Where in the name of the Great Zombie Jesus were you last night!?" "I went to my room, and got distracted and forgot. I saw Carla [ardilla loca] in the hall and went to her room and we talked and listened to American music on the Portuguese radio." Well. Thanks. Nick will kill you later. Wade, as usual, is forgiven. He's Wade.
3. What could be more fun than being woken up at 6am yesterday (Monday morning) by a friend in the US? Oh, I don't know. STRANGENESS. I was slightly bitter/annoyed for the most of the day because of it. STRANGE. I talked to him later and told him he needed to rethink the whole "calling at 6am to say 'hi'" thing and he apologized. Nur�, once again, is forgiving. However, mental tactics by said friend to guilt Nur� into feeling bad -- didn't work. Try harder -- or take lessons from my mom about guilt. Jewish womyn OWN that arena. Like queers with hairdressers and flight attendants. Nuff said. {more about stereo-types another time} Mr. Nick gave his opinion. Nur� listened. Felt conflicted. We went to sleep making fun of Elyssa. Good times by all. ::sigh::
4. THE TIENDA IN MY BUILDING CLOSED!!!! Is this not RANDOM? Yes. VERY. Is this not INFURIATING? Yes. VERY. Why? Oh, well, that's where Nur� shops with his food account that he uses exclusively from the university. I like eating so much, I thought I'd do it again another night... like, tomorrow. Too bad El Se�or EVIL who runs the store suddenly (without warning) closed it, took away all the food, and left, without a "chao!" or an explanation. Cabr�n (Bastard).
5. Verena got the result of her mid-term exam back. a 3.something. Meanwhile someone told her she got, like a 7. Considering the points are out of 10, she got a 30%. That's BAD. She's sad. I'm empathetic. She studied like a madwommon for 3 weeks. SERIOUSLY. I think that should say something about the Prof. Like, either how he is, how he writes his test, or how he grades. SOMETHING. I am not pleased with this person whom I've never met.
6. Verena's computer suddenly decided something random after a month and a half... "I'm not going to turn on anymore, Germangurl. What do you think of that? {Beeeeeep beep beep}" Luckily(?), our plucky (with bad hair ::sigh::) hero was there. We called HP tech support -- which, I must say is pretty good, all issues aside. MUCH better than Gateway or Dell, I think -- and James (our tech rep) helped me narrow down the problem to either the notebook's memory or the video chipset memory. I could only help if the memory was bad. VCM is something they would have to service for her. So we tried the memory. NO FIX. He said that since we were transferred to the US -- we'd called the Spanish number and selected "ENGLISH" -- we would have to call and select German and have them send a courrier to pick up her computer and fix it. Well, in Europe, there's apparently no such thing as 27hour support hotines. BOO! So Verena decided she was going to do the next best thing, swear in German -- which is normal for her. Then decided she'd call later tomrrow when the German line is open.
Later that evening, before dinner in my apt, she told me she turned on her computer, just for funzies, and guess what? Her computer works. Will wonders never cease. It was all me. I knew it. She gave me a hug. :) I need more affection. Any takers?
7. There's a "going away, get lost you spoiled stuck up bitch" party for Elyssa on Tuesday of next week. Why am I going? It's at a Chinese restaurant. Who can say no to that, Mr. Nick and I said at practically the same time. Mmmmm. Chinese.
TO TODAY:
8. I woke up with Mr. Nick. He went home to shower, change, have lunch; and then today at 3pm, he and Wade met with Verena to practice German for their final exam. Wade and I went to our department cafeteria for lunch, as usual at 2. I had English class at 4. Works out well. Wade left after lunch, I had caf� con leche (coffee with milk) with my funkyfunsisters G.Lo and K.Ass, and checked out my site at a computer to pass the time. I ran into Javier Perez Guerra, talked to him about my classes -- WHAT A NICE GUY! ::bezos:: and then promptly went insane looking for my English class. WHY? Because first, several rooms in the 'T' building have been "moved" to the 'C' building. But that was just the start of my issue. I went to 'C', no one's there. I went to 'T' again. No one. I went to 'F' to see if maybe there was some sorta overflow and I'm supposed to be there... NOPE.
So I went to the main pavillion and talked to someone in the main office. "oh! your prof is Eduardo Varela? He's not here this week. No classes!" Okay. Now I'm done. I went to the caf�, had a iced coffee, SLOWLY, calmed down for wasting my morning/afternoon, and came into this lab to rant to my bloglings. FEEL LOVED.
Perhaps I'll write more when I get back to my apt. I always seem to have such fun adventures! Javier will email me with what I'll do about my food issue. I do so love not starving... but this might be a good way to diet.
ps. The word of the day is "woo!"
1. I'm sitting in the computer lab of the Translation & Filology department... why? because I haven't decided to go back to my apartment. Wade thinks I need to be out among the plebeians more. So here I am, typing this Blog on a Spanish keyboard, hoping that this will not become the bastard child because it's probably going to have more typos than any of the others I write on my English-international keyboard. I worry that the other blogs will make fun of it and it'll get lonely. Luckily, El Se�or Daniel showed me that I have rights to change the keyboard layout (temp) to English -- which makes me slightly happier. **mental note: must remember to reset back to Spanish**
2. Last night: Mr. Nick, again -- but I shouldn�t be so surprised -- stopped by the RESA to visit and ended up staying over for dinner and sleep. Here's how that went:
I scanned pictures in Ra�l's room from Verena -- which I've not received from him yet. After that I returned to my room, where Wade had jazzed up my pasta sauce, made pasta, and was waiting for me with Leah, Mr. Nick, and Verena. Afterwards, we all had straweberries and my nummy whipped cream -- NUMMY.
Verena left to go to sleep/study/be German by herself, and we broke out white (nastycheap) table wine, crackers gouda and queso de pais (really creamy rich cheese) and had fun playing "you're ugly!" on www.hotornot.com. Then we decided that since Leah, Wade, and I all have HoN photos up, Mr. Nick should have one too, which prompted an impromtu photoshoot, and Nur� getting his digital groove on in Photoshop 7 to make Mr. Nick all the more fabootylicious than he already is (hard to believe possible that he could be, but then again, that's why I'm as good as I am ((insert modesty here)).
Wade said "I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get Nur�'s pillows and blanket that he left in my room when Brian and Steven slept over for my birthday.
That was the last anyone ever saw of Wade...ever. (just kidding.. sorta.)
For several hours (okay, 2), we waited for Wade to come back. We got worried and joked that he went for a walk outside in the forest and tripped on a rock & was eaten by a bear. But then we realized that there aren't as many bears in Spain, so he must have been eaten by a wolf... yea... that's it. So I broke into Wade's room (maybe he was sleeping... with the phone unplugged so he couldn't answer it... and his earphones in his ears... so he couldn't hear Leah pounding on the door and shouting his name at 4am... yea... that must be it) and brought back pillows -- I'd forgotten that I had the extra blanket, but the sleeping bag was gone.
So at about 6am, Mr. Nick and I settled to sleep, and Leah went to bed in her apt.
Next morning, I called Wade. "Where in the name of the Great Zombie Jesus were you last night!?" "I went to my room, and got distracted and forgot. I saw Carla [ardilla loca] in the hall and went to her room and we talked and listened to American music on the Portuguese radio." Well. Thanks. Nick will kill you later. Wade, as usual, is forgiven. He's Wade.
3. What could be more fun than being woken up at 6am yesterday (Monday morning) by a friend in the US? Oh, I don't know. STRANGENESS. I was slightly bitter/annoyed for the most of the day because of it. STRANGE. I talked to him later and told him he needed to rethink the whole "calling at 6am to say 'hi'" thing and he apologized. Nur�, once again, is forgiving. However, mental tactics by said friend to guilt Nur� into feeling bad -- didn't work. Try harder -- or take lessons from my mom about guilt. Jewish womyn OWN that arena. Like queers with hairdressers and flight attendants. Nuff said. {more about stereo-types another time} Mr. Nick gave his opinion. Nur� listened. Felt conflicted. We went to sleep making fun of Elyssa. Good times by all. ::sigh::
4. THE TIENDA IN MY BUILDING CLOSED!!!! Is this not RANDOM? Yes. VERY. Is this not INFURIATING? Yes. VERY. Why? Oh, well, that's where Nur� shops with his food account that he uses exclusively from the university. I like eating so much, I thought I'd do it again another night... like, tomorrow. Too bad El Se�or EVIL who runs the store suddenly (without warning) closed it, took away all the food, and left, without a "chao!" or an explanation. Cabr�n (Bastard).
5. Verena got the result of her mid-term exam back. a 3.something. Meanwhile someone told her she got, like a 7. Considering the points are out of 10, she got a 30%. That's BAD. She's sad. I'm empathetic. She studied like a madwommon for 3 weeks. SERIOUSLY. I think that should say something about the Prof. Like, either how he is, how he writes his test, or how he grades. SOMETHING. I am not pleased with this person whom I've never met.
6. Verena's computer suddenly decided something random after a month and a half... "I'm not going to turn on anymore, Germangurl. What do you think of that? {Beeeeeep beep beep}" Luckily(?), our plucky (with bad hair ::sigh::) hero was there. We called HP tech support -- which, I must say is pretty good, all issues aside. MUCH better than Gateway or Dell, I think -- and James (our tech rep) helped me narrow down the problem to either the notebook's memory or the video chipset memory. I could only help if the memory was bad. VCM is something they would have to service for her. So we tried the memory. NO FIX. He said that since we were transferred to the US -- we'd called the Spanish number and selected "ENGLISH" -- we would have to call and select German and have them send a courrier to pick up her computer and fix it. Well, in Europe, there's apparently no such thing as 27hour support hotines. BOO! So Verena decided she was going to do the next best thing, swear in German -- which is normal for her. Then decided she'd call later tomrrow when the German line is open.
Later that evening, before dinner in my apt, she told me she turned on her computer, just for funzies, and guess what? Her computer works. Will wonders never cease. It was all me. I knew it. She gave me a hug. :) I need more affection. Any takers?
7. There's a "going away, get lost you spoiled stuck up bitch" party for Elyssa on Tuesday of next week. Why am I going? It's at a Chinese restaurant. Who can say no to that, Mr. Nick and I said at practically the same time. Mmmmm. Chinese.
TO TODAY:
8. I woke up with Mr. Nick. He went home to shower, change, have lunch; and then today at 3pm, he and Wade met with Verena to practice German for their final exam. Wade and I went to our department cafeteria for lunch, as usual at 2. I had English class at 4. Works out well. Wade left after lunch, I had caf� con leche (coffee with milk) with my funkyfunsisters G.Lo and K.Ass, and checked out my site at a computer to pass the time. I ran into Javier Perez Guerra, talked to him about my classes -- WHAT A NICE GUY! ::bezos:: and then promptly went insane looking for my English class. WHY? Because first, several rooms in the 'T' building have been "moved" to the 'C' building. But that was just the start of my issue. I went to 'C', no one's there. I went to 'T' again. No one. I went to 'F' to see if maybe there was some sorta overflow and I'm supposed to be there... NOPE.
So I went to the main pavillion and talked to someone in the main office.
Perhaps I'll write more when I get back to my apt. I always seem to have such fun adventures! Javier will email me with what I'll do about my food issue. I do so love not starving... but this might be a good way to diet.
ps. The word of the day is "woo!"
Sunday, May 05, 2002
Another day come and gone. Whatelse have I done? I've added all of 3 images to the FRIENDS section. Nick would call me a bad Padawan learner.
Sweeter continues to send me Spiderman -- and we've stopped Murder by the Numbers.
Alison tells me she's graduated -- meanwhile, I had forgotten that MU classes end in May -- I have 2 months left. "l'sigh", as they say in France.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALISON, NEWEST RAT IN THE WORKFORCE!
Cristina and I watched 2 hours (woo!) of Embrujadas :: which many of you know as the fantabulous world of Charmed. These are old episodes with the funkyfun "givin'em the telepathic hand" Prue. Awww. I miss Prue. Raige sucks. Piper has bad hair issues. Cesar would agree, were he there cuddled up with us on the bed with a blankey and pepsi (I swear, nothing happened between Cris and I ... one thing led to another, and we just started making... fun of Phoebe's outfit. (who picks those clothes out for her anyway?! SHEESH!)
Other than that, o followers of the Blog, Leah went out with Laura and Lucila last night, danced with more men than she could remember, and then proceeded to throw up in the bathroom. All I can say is: WAY TO GO, KEATING! This certainly makes Berlin seem like nothin! Woo. Too bad no sex was to be had. I'm slightly disappointed. Only slightly.
Jens left this morning. Verena has been a hermit in her room (whispers) she's learning what it's like to go into virginal sexual remission. SAD. We all had to learn once we arrived in Spain. Except for Elyssa, when her fiance� came to visit...
And Speaking of Elyssa...
What more could she have POSSIBLY done to herself ever since she got into that lil kerfuffle of a crash with the car (she lost. the car won. she walked with a cane. I laughed. -- WHAT? She had insurance, and there's no lasting damage!)
Well, it seems that on the day of Nur�'s BBQ-o-rama-lama-ding-dong Fiesta, someone broke into Elyssa's apt, stole her money, stole her Dell Laptop, and -- the piece de resistance... BUBBLE GUM. How she noticed this was gone... I'm not sure. However, she's leaving in <14 days from the time I write this. I feel bad for her ... if I lost my computer, I'd be sad too. But she's just fed up with Spain. She's a senior. She doesn't need this poop. I think I agree -- she should go away. But not for the same reasons she thinks she should return to her sheltered... err, her family. (yea, that's it...)
So boo for robbings and yay for despedidas, and yay for Charmed, and boo for less work on the site. Wednesday's due date draws near. I want Leah to make Chicken Primavera -- like a lot. It's so good. I'll get the recipe from her before she leaves (it's only Betty Crocker, anyway...)
All right, bloglings. Time for Simpsons, then sleepies, then class.
Love from ablog.
Sweeter continues to send me Spiderman -- and we've stopped Murder by the Numbers.
Alison tells me she's graduated -- meanwhile, I had forgotten that MU classes end in May -- I have 2 months left. "l'sigh", as they say in France.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALISON, NEWEST RAT IN THE WORKFORCE!
Cristina and I watched 2 hours (woo!) of Embrujadas :: which many of you know as the fantabulous world of Charmed. These are old episodes with the funkyfun "givin'em the telepathic hand" Prue. Awww. I miss Prue. Raige sucks. Piper has bad hair issues. Cesar would agree, were he there cuddled up with us on the bed with a blankey and pepsi (I swear, nothing happened between Cris and I ... one thing led to another, and we just started making... fun of Phoebe's outfit. (who picks those clothes out for her anyway?! SHEESH!)
Other than that, o followers of the Blog, Leah went out with Laura and Lucila last night, danced with more men than she could remember, and then proceeded to throw up in the bathroom. All I can say is: WAY TO GO, KEATING! This certainly makes Berlin seem like nothin! Woo. Too bad no sex was to be had. I'm slightly disappointed. Only slightly.
Jens left this morning. Verena has been a hermit in her room (whispers) she's learning what it's like to go into virginal sexual remission. SAD. We all had to learn once we arrived in Spain. Except for Elyssa, when her fiance� came to visit...
And Speaking of Elyssa...
What more could she have POSSIBLY done to herself ever since she got into that lil kerfuffle of a crash with the car (she lost. the car won. she walked with a cane. I laughed. -- WHAT? She had insurance, and there's no lasting damage!)
Well, it seems that on the day of Nur�'s BBQ-o-rama-lama-ding-dong Fiesta, someone broke into Elyssa's apt, stole her money, stole her Dell Laptop, and -- the piece de resistance... BUBBLE GUM. How she noticed this was gone... I'm not sure. However, she's leaving in <14 days from the time I write this. I feel bad for her ... if I lost my computer, I'd be sad too. But she's just fed up with Spain. She's a senior. She doesn't need this poop. I think I agree -- she should go away. But not for the same reasons she thinks she should return to her sheltered... err, her family. (yea, that's it...)
So boo for robbings and yay for despedidas, and yay for Charmed, and boo for less work on the site. Wednesday's due date draws near. I want Leah to make Chicken Primavera -- like a lot. It's so good. I'll get the recipe from her before she leaves (it's only Betty Crocker, anyway...)
All right, bloglings. Time for Simpsons, then sleepies, then class.
Love from ablog.
Saturday, May 04, 2002
FRIENDS section is slowly coming along.
I think once that's done, I'll have an idea how I'll do the other 2: PHOTOS and ART.
See my new WebCounter? Isn't a beaut? Purty.
Wade and I are to watch Changing Lanes tonight -- I think Laura wants to see it. She's going to bring me tomatoes so I can use the rest of my avocados so I can make more guacamole. Mmmm.
Sweeter's downloading Spiderman -- mom and dad saw it yesterday, and loved it. I wanna see Star Wars, but first Sweeterpants is all about giving Miss Leah Murder by the Numbers. Poop for me. Wade's only interested in Spiderman.
Back to work, say the blogs... but it's not work when I'm with them.
I think once that's done, I'll have an idea how I'll do the other 2: PHOTOS and ART.
See my new WebCounter? Isn't a beaut? Purty.
Wade and I are to watch Changing Lanes tonight -- I think Laura wants to see it. She's going to bring me tomatoes so I can use the rest of my avocados so I can make more guacamole. Mmmm.
Sweeter's downloading Spiderman -- mom and dad saw it yesterday, and loved it. I wanna see Star Wars, but first Sweeterpants is all about giving Miss Leah Murder by the Numbers. Poop for me. Wade's only interested in Spiderman.
Back to work, say the blogs... but it's not work when I'm with them.
my blog's gone-- I'm not pleased.
recap of what I wrote...
1. WEBCAM section works.
thanks to an anonymous friend's boyfriend for helping me figure it out. -- this does not mean it'll be on all the time. Only when I want to let you all be voyeurs.
2. Verena, Jens, and Leah went dancing in the city
Wade and I stayed in to work on projects.-- or we're poor. you pick.
3. VTJonathan's healthy
Welcome back to the land of the well. I'm glad you're back.
4. I'm sorta sick
Chapped lips, puffy/itchy/flaky/darkcircle/baggy eyes. Yea. I'm a supermodel. Don't touch me or you'll get the uglies too!
my quote: "It does not do well to dwell on dreams," said Professor Dumbledore. Ain't it the truf, Prof. Ain't it the truf.
recap of what I wrote...
1. WEBCAM section works.
thanks to an anonymous friend's boyfriend for helping me figure it out. -- this does not mean it'll be on all the time. Only when I want to let you all be voyeurs.
2. Verena, Jens, and Leah went dancing in the city
Wade and I stayed in to work on projects.-- or we're poor. you pick.
3. VTJonathan's healthy
Welcome back to the land of the well. I'm glad you're back.
4. I'm sorta sick
Chapped lips, puffy/itchy/flaky/darkcircle/baggy eyes. Yea. I'm a supermodel. Don't touch me or you'll get the uglies too!
my quote: "It does not do well to dwell on dreams," said Professor Dumbledore. Ain't it the truf, Prof. Ain't it the truf.
Friday, May 03, 2002
I hadn't the heart to blog this last night, even though I could have --
My webcam idea is pissing me off because even though I know how to configure my FTP service, nothing would post to the folder I told it to...
After using 4 different programs to post, MU's FTP server thought I was a hacker ("intruder") and locked my account. I don't know if it was just a time-out or a long term thingy, but I emailed lovely Kathie (my boss and pal) at MCIS and today, when I checked, my account was unlocked.
I talked to Spork, and she says I should try a different program that she uses... hopefully, it'll be easy.
Meanwhile, Verena and Jens wanna go dancing tonight in the city. Leah's game. Wade is not. Nick is quiet. I'm torn. I wanna work, I don't wanna go dancing with str8 peeps. I'm picky and mean -- Shut up.
My new favorite treat: Chorizo, queso de sandwich, and BBQ sauce :) sooooooo nummy in Nur�'s tummy. I think I'll have one right now...
[break]
I'm back! it was SO good. Mmm. I dub this sandwich the best in the East (I'd say West, but that would be the US, and the best in the West is a Philly Hotbuttered Cheesesteak.)
Also: Who knows who sings Even Angels Fall? It's sorta country-ish. Some fool on AudioGalaxy mislabled it as Vanessa Carlton (which she is NOT.) I hate it when people mis-label songs -- I found a song called a Sarah McLachlan cover -- but it was really a Paula Cole cover... how in the world does someone mistake the incredible Sarah McLachlan for Paula Cole?! I dunno. Tom would have a field day with what's wrong with the music industry. Yas and I would laugh. Ahh, memories.
I need to email her again. Just to make us both feel lovely.
I'd like to send a shoutout blog to Ack for the cute story about Nina Zagat and how she became a food critic. Cool. I'm cultured.
Release the Blog inside of you!
My webcam idea is pissing me off because even though I know how to configure my FTP service, nothing would post to the folder I told it to...
After using 4 different programs to post, MU's FTP server thought I was a hacker ("intruder") and locked my account. I don't know if it was just a time-out or a long term thingy, but I emailed lovely Kathie (my boss and pal) at MCIS and today, when I checked, my account was unlocked.
I talked to Spork, and she says I should try a different program that she uses... hopefully, it'll be easy.
Meanwhile, Verena and Jens wanna go dancing tonight in the city. Leah's game. Wade is not. Nick is quiet. I'm torn. I wanna work, I don't wanna go dancing with str8 peeps. I'm picky and mean -- Shut up.
My new favorite treat: Chorizo, queso de sandwich, and BBQ sauce :) sooooooo nummy in Nur�'s tummy. I think I'll have one right now...
[break]
I'm back! it was SO good. Mmm. I dub this sandwich the best in the East (I'd say West, but that would be the US, and the best in the West is a Philly Hotbuttered Cheesesteak.)
Also: Who knows who sings Even Angels Fall? It's sorta country-ish. Some fool on AudioGalaxy mislabled it as Vanessa Carlton (which she is NOT.) I hate it when people mis-label songs -- I found a song called a Sarah McLachlan cover -- but it was really a Paula Cole cover... how in the world does someone mistake the incredible Sarah McLachlan for Paula Cole?! I dunno. Tom would have a field day with what's wrong with the music industry. Yas and I would laugh. Ahh, memories.
I need to email her again. Just to make us both feel lovely.
I'd like to send a shoutout blog to Ack for the cute story about Nina Zagat and how she became a food critic. Cool. I'm cultured.
Release the Blog inside of you!
Thursday, May 02, 2002
Another day come and gone and I'm less thrilled with my progress.
Wade and I watched Harry Potter in German -- that was midly amusing.
Laura called to invite me to see Quills in the TV lounge -- no thanks, says I.
Carla came over. We chatted, I signed her ribbon for a memories type-a thing. Gave her some leftovers from the picnic. Excellent.
Webcam software is a pain in my ass! I hate it. Back to Camrades again!
Grrr.
Wade and I watched Harry Potter in German -- that was midly amusing.
Laura called to invite me to see Quills in the TV lounge -- no thanks, says I.
Carla came over. We chatted, I signed her ribbon for a memories type-a thing. Gave her some leftovers from the picnic. Excellent.
Webcam software is a pain in my ass! I hate it. Back to Camrades again!
Grrr.
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
Another cooking fandango come to and end. Here are the winners:
1. Hamburgers (adeptly cooked by Wade) 2. BBQ chicken (cooked in a pan -- Jens said "VERY GOOD!" 3. Potato salad (my first! Woo!) 4. Baked Beans: I felt like I was in Boston. 5. Guacamole: Judy Pazol would have been so proud. I think Leah had 3 helpings. 6. Salad -- Jens made it by hand. Ooooer. 7. Veggie Shish-k-bobs, but the vegetarians, like the freaQs they are, didn't EAT THEM! I was so mad. Finally, the one with manners, the Italian -- because you know an American wouldn't think about other people's feelings -- had one. Good boy. Don't insight the wrath of Nur� on your house.
Then came Leah. Can I just say that she's gonna make some man (or wommon -- ha ha, Sweeter) very very happy with her cooking. First, she spent an entire afternoon making (what I call) Zebra Mousse. It was white and (normal) chocolate mousse in layers, seperated with Oreo cookie in between. The SMASH hit of the BBQ. Then we had yummy in the tummy banana (and for the picky people..) plain pancakes -- with REAL whipped cream. (sigh) I'll give credit where BARELY any credit was due: Elyssa made it. (but all she did was whip heavy cream and a bit of sugar. -- later, I made it again, and did a much better job... I suppose that's because I'm not so sheltered... who knows.
Later, because I was so exhausted, Carla "Ardilla Loca" Perez cleaned my entire kitchen. I could become str8 for attention like this! I tell you. Later, Jens and Verena "I need my money now" Breul came over and we had soup, coffee, and Leah's "still light, yet brown" sorbet -- I've never heard of a food that looks spoiled at first THEN becaomse green like new... but trust Leah to figure out how to defeat the keeper of time... Yet anouther reason for me to sell her to Sweeter... hmmm...
I had too many then not enough then too many then not enough people at the BBQ .. but as I thought, it all ended up well, because we had about 15 people show up and I was pleased that mostly everyone had 2 servings -- blessings for all! Bliss!
Blogs aren't getting the attention they deserve. I'm thinking of doing what those AIDS people did and starting a quilt. We'll have a Blogs quilt. It'll be cute. and each sqaure can be an update or a rant/rave. It'll be blogerific.
Well, I've worn out Vanessa Carlton for the entire cleaning escapade. That was until Sid logged on, and then everyone (but Leah... as she's QUITE done with Vanessey) wanted to hear it. I'm not done with her yet. -- she's my new sonic whore. Muahaha.
Tomorrow is time for more studying and figuring ot what to do with the WebCam section. I know I promised that I'd do the Photos section and the Art Section -- ART GOES LAST. That's the way the world is (according to Nur�.) I also need to do something about the FRIENDS section. But since no one's reminded me of a GOOD friend, I don't think I'll add anyone else! SO THERE! :-P
More information about the Laura Escapade From Yesterday:
Today, she came up to me and said "you seem mad at me -- were you mad?"
What do you think I said, Bloglings? I said "how the heck does Nur� ignore being called maric�n. In the words of Lucy Van Pelt: "I am a queen!" No one I care for treats me that way without some sort of reprecussion. In Germany, we (look, I said WE, like I speak it, aren't I impudent?) have a saying: unbesonnen.
So I said, "well, lemme think... you called me maric�n, and no matter how you translate it, it means something UNCOOL. So that's why I'm pissed at you, poopygirl."
And Laura said "oh! Why would I of all people call you such a mean word. I called you cabr�n, silly boy."
What does cabr�n mean, Nur�?
It means jerk. Asshole. I could accept that.from a friend. But one is a 2 syllable word, and one is a three syllable word. BOTH are mean. Both end in "-�n" But the differences end there.
She's forgiven, but let me tell you a story ... ("oh no, Nur� not another Jewish story!") Yes. Another one:
"A man said evil words about his rabbi. He realized his crime, the young man went to his Rabbi and begged forgiveness. The Rabbi was a very wise man and very respected within the community or had been, and had one simple request. 'Take a fine feather pillow, one that is stuffed overfull with the finest down, and climb to the top of the highest mountain around and tear it open.' The young man was incredulous. 'That's all?' The Rabbi replied, 'Come back when you have done this for me.' The young man did as he was told, releasing the feathers onto the wind and watching them as they settled down into the surrounding valleys, some travelling for miles before falling to the earth. He returned, clapped his hands together and said, 'It is done.' The Rabbi gave him a slight smile. 'Not quite. Now you must pick up each and every one of those feathers.' The young man's face went very pale. 'But that is impossible.' 'Quite right,' nodded the Rabbi sadly. 'Each time you told this story, it was like a thousand feathers in the wind. You never know where they will finally be laid to rest, and how many others they will touch on the way. It is as impossible to retrieve a slander, even a truth, as to pick up each and every feather.'" And so ends my lesson.
Rejoyce in the name of the Blog. For Blogs are kind, and so is Nur�. :)
ps. The word of the day is irresponsible: Since Chris had Wade's key, locked him out of his room, and went to hang out with other people. Booo. He's forgiven.
1. Hamburgers (adeptly cooked by Wade) 2. BBQ chicken (cooked in a pan -- Jens said "VERY GOOD!" 3. Potato salad (my first! Woo!) 4. Baked Beans: I felt like I was in Boston. 5. Guacamole: Judy Pazol would have been so proud. I think Leah had 3 helpings. 6. Salad -- Jens made it by hand. Ooooer. 7. Veggie Shish-k-bobs, but the vegetarians, like the freaQs they are, didn't EAT THEM! I was so mad. Finally, the one with manners, the Italian -- because you know an American wouldn't think about other people's feelings -- had one. Good boy. Don't insight the wrath of Nur� on your house.
Then came Leah. Can I just say that she's gonna make some man (or wommon -- ha ha, Sweeter) very very happy with her cooking. First, she spent an entire afternoon making (what I call) Zebra Mousse. It was white and (normal) chocolate mousse in layers, seperated with Oreo cookie in between. The SMASH hit of the BBQ. Then we had yummy in the tummy banana (and for the picky people..) plain pancakes -- with REAL whipped cream. (sigh) I'll give credit where BARELY any credit was due: Elyssa made it. (but all she did was whip heavy cream and a bit of sugar. -- later, I made it again, and did a much better job... I suppose that's because I'm not so sheltered... who knows.
Later, because I was so exhausted, Carla "Ardilla Loca" Perez cleaned my entire kitchen. I could become str8 for attention like this! I tell you. Later, Jens and Verena "I need my money now" Breul came over and we had soup, coffee, and Leah's "still light, yet brown" sorbet -- I've never heard of a food that looks spoiled at first THEN becaomse green like new... but trust Leah to figure out how to defeat the keeper of time... Yet anouther reason for me to sell her to Sweeter... hmmm...
I had too many then not enough then too many then not enough people at the BBQ .. but as I thought, it all ended up well, because we had about 15 people show up and I was pleased that mostly everyone had 2 servings -- blessings for all! Bliss!
Blogs aren't getting the attention they deserve. I'm thinking of doing what those AIDS people did and starting a quilt. We'll have a Blogs quilt. It'll be cute. and each sqaure can be an update or a rant/rave. It'll be blogerific.
Well, I've worn out Vanessa Carlton for the entire cleaning escapade. That was until Sid logged on, and then everyone (but Leah... as she's QUITE done with Vanessey) wanted to hear it. I'm not done with her yet. -- she's my new sonic whore. Muahaha.
Tomorrow is time for more studying and figuring ot what to do with the WebCam section. I know I promised that I'd do the Photos section and the Art Section -- ART GOES LAST. That's the way the world is (according to Nur�.) I also need to do something about the FRIENDS section. But since no one's reminded me of a GOOD friend, I don't think I'll add anyone else! SO THERE! :-P
More information about the Laura Escapade From Yesterday:
Today, she came up to me and said "you seem mad at me -- were you mad?"
What do you think I said, Bloglings? I said "how the heck does Nur� ignore being called maric�n. In the words of Lucy Van Pelt: "I am a queen!" No one I care for treats me that way without some sort of reprecussion. In Germany, we (look, I said WE, like I speak it, aren't I impudent?) have a saying: unbesonnen.
So I said, "well, lemme think... you called me maric�n, and no matter how you translate it, it means something UNCOOL. So that's why I'm pissed at you, poopygirl."
And Laura said "oh! Why would I of all people call you such a mean word. I called you cabr�n, silly boy."
What does cabr�n mean, Nur�?
It means jerk. Asshole. I could accept that.from a friend. But one is a 2 syllable word, and one is a three syllable word. BOTH are mean. Both end in "-�n" But the differences end there.
She's forgiven, but let me tell you a story ... ("oh no, Nur� not another Jewish story!") Yes. Another one:
"A man said evil words about his rabbi. He realized his crime, the young man went to his Rabbi and begged forgiveness. The Rabbi was a very wise man and very respected within the community or had been, and had one simple request. 'Take a fine feather pillow, one that is stuffed overfull with the finest down, and climb to the top of the highest mountain around and tear it open.' The young man was incredulous. 'That's all?' The Rabbi replied, 'Come back when you have done this for me.' The young man did as he was told, releasing the feathers onto the wind and watching them as they settled down into the surrounding valleys, some travelling for miles before falling to the earth. He returned, clapped his hands together and said, 'It is done.' The Rabbi gave him a slight smile. 'Not quite. Now you must pick up each and every one of those feathers.' The young man's face went very pale. 'But that is impossible.' 'Quite right,' nodded the Rabbi sadly. 'Each time you told this story, it was like a thousand feathers in the wind. You never know where they will finally be laid to rest, and how many others they will touch on the way. It is as impossible to retrieve a slander, even a truth, as to pick up each and every feather.'" And so ends my lesson.
Rejoyce in the name of the Blog. For Blogs are kind, and so is Nur�. :)
ps. The word of the day is irresponsible: Since Chris had Wade's key, locked him out of his room, and went to hang out with other people. Booo. He's forgiven.
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