It is mainly about the light.
It comes late,
but now it has come.
- The Swedish Prime Minister Göran Persson
talking about depression and alcoholism in winter
Friday, April 29, 2005
Ducks!
There were two ducks next to the building on a grass/dirt patch, messed up from the building-the-building last year. Two ducks. A she duck and a he duck. Or drake, isn't it?
I wonder what they were doing up here...
We only have seagulls and big black birds.
Ducks!
Weird.
I wonder what they were doing up here...
We only have seagulls and big black birds.
Ducks!
Weird.
All-time largest junk email
From: Pat Gagne
Subject: RXXXXXXX
Size: 344kb
Earlier today I got four identical emails, each weighing 288kb. I have to delete the junk three times a day for Hotmail not to close me down. I know, I know, Hotmail sucks. But it's right there on my MSN so it's easy. And I know, I know, don't give your address out and don't sign up for things. And I don't, it just comes in waves and we seem to be in the middle of one now.
I just hope it stops.
Subject: RXXXXXXX
Size: 344kb
Earlier today I got four identical emails, each weighing 288kb. I have to delete the junk three times a day for Hotmail not to close me down. I know, I know, Hotmail sucks. But it's right there on my MSN so it's easy. And I know, I know, don't give your address out and don't sign up for things. And I don't, it just comes in waves and we seem to be in the middle of one now.
I just hope it stops.
I can't even think of a title for this post
Bush was brought downstairs because there was something strange in the sky. It was a cloud. That acted unnatural.
A cloud. That acted unnatural.
A cloud. That acted unnatural.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Excuse me for being sick
I could give you all the yucky details but I think it's enough to say that I've been sick. I thought it was a cold, then I thought it was the flu, then I just didn't get better so I went to see the doc. I got penicillin but it didn't work. I went back to see the doc one week later, again I had to wait for four hours, new doc, new meds. And he even listened when I told him about my horrible cough. Three $10-a-piece pills later, I was out of bed.
More than two weeks of being sick is more than I can handle. I felt completely helpless and I even had to take medicine... But now it's over, pretty much, and I have books to read and people to yell at (only on here though, I'm much too nice to yell at people in real life). I'm completely dehydrated and the windows are open. It's been sunny and warm for two and a half weeks, I've only seen it through the window but now I can go outside too!
I miss grass... Cities don't have much grass.
Home has grass everywhere. I miss home.
More than two weeks of being sick is more than I can handle. I felt completely helpless and I even had to take medicine... But now it's over, pretty much, and I have books to read and people to yell at (only on here though, I'm much too nice to yell at people in real life). I'm completely dehydrated and the windows are open. It's been sunny and warm for two and a half weeks, I've only seen it through the window but now I can go outside too!
I miss grass... Cities don't have much grass.
Home has grass everywhere. I miss home.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Apples on drugs
I got sick Sunday. A week later, last Saturday, I got myself down to the medical centre to see a doctor. I was told on the phone there wasn't much people so I shouldn't have to wait long at all. I said "Great, so no three hour waiting then?", remembering all those tv shows and movies where people sit for hours waiting. "Oh no" the woman on the phone replied, "then we'd have to get in a busload of patients."
Well, apparantly the bus came cuz I waited for 3 hours and 45 minutes. I was sitting right in front of the door where people went in so it's not like they could have called me up and I just didn't hear. Then people who had arrived hours later than me started getting called up. I'm fine with people with sick kids getting in first (which they didn't) and people who are in pain should be sent in as soon as they come. But when you come two and a half hour after me, you're my age, you don't look sick, you don't sound sick, you're walking around with your two plastic bags of bottles from the liquer store, only getting the doctor's visit out of your way before you go home and get ready for tonight's party, and you get in after barely one hour of waiting, then it's not fine.
Anyway, I went into the room where they all went when their names were called. Not because they called my name, but because I started thinking they really must have called my name, no one had been there as long as I had. They looked at their computer and went "Umm... we were... uhh... just about to call you, let's see if we have a vacant room, hey, can you take her into room 1, do you have the paper they gave you when you came?"
I waited for another 10 minutes, then the doctor came, looked into my ears and nose, I had a fever but not too bad, I told him how I'd thought it was just a cold or the flu but then when I thought it was going away, it just came coming back. He said I had a sinus infection and I got a prescription for penicillin. Both the doc and the lady at the pharmacy said I should feel better after 2-3 days but it was very important I finished all the pills anyway. That was Saturday, now it's Thursday and I'm not feeling better. I've called them and they said give it time and drink a lot.
I'm not a good sick person. I hate being sick. I've lost my bounce. I can't remember the last time I took medicine... I remember we had penicillin when I was a kid, in a bottle, yucky tasting white goo - the worst thing I've ever had... I must have been 5-6 then. This is the weirdest 'sick' I've experienced though. Usually, when I have a cold, I just want it to go away and I fight it with everything I got. But now I just feel hopeless and helpless and even if I'd want to do something, I wouldn't be able to.
And the fire alarm has been going dooooaaaahdooooaaaah for so long now, it's actually changed its sound to doodooaaaahdoodooaaaah - two doos for every aaah.
Well, apparantly the bus came cuz I waited for 3 hours and 45 minutes. I was sitting right in front of the door where people went in so it's not like they could have called me up and I just didn't hear. Then people who had arrived hours later than me started getting called up. I'm fine with people with sick kids getting in first (which they didn't) and people who are in pain should be sent in as soon as they come. But when you come two and a half hour after me, you're my age, you don't look sick, you don't sound sick, you're walking around with your two plastic bags of bottles from the liquer store, only getting the doctor's visit out of your way before you go home and get ready for tonight's party, and you get in after barely one hour of waiting, then it's not fine.
Anyway, I went into the room where they all went when their names were called. Not because they called my name, but because I started thinking they really must have called my name, no one had been there as long as I had. They looked at their computer and went "Umm... we were... uhh... just about to call you, let's see if we have a vacant room, hey, can you take her into room 1, do you have the paper they gave you when you came?"
I waited for another 10 minutes, then the doctor came, looked into my ears and nose, I had a fever but not too bad, I told him how I'd thought it was just a cold or the flu but then when I thought it was going away, it just came coming back. He said I had a sinus infection and I got a prescription for penicillin. Both the doc and the lady at the pharmacy said I should feel better after 2-3 days but it was very important I finished all the pills anyway. That was Saturday, now it's Thursday and I'm not feeling better. I've called them and they said give it time and drink a lot.
I'm not a good sick person. I hate being sick. I've lost my bounce. I can't remember the last time I took medicine... I remember we had penicillin when I was a kid, in a bottle, yucky tasting white goo - the worst thing I've ever had... I must have been 5-6 then. This is the weirdest 'sick' I've experienced though. Usually, when I have a cold, I just want it to go away and I fight it with everything I got. But now I just feel hopeless and helpless and even if I'd want to do something, I wouldn't be able to.
And the fire alarm has been going dooooaaaahdooooaaaah for so long now, it's actually changed its sound to doodooaaaahdoodooaaaah - two doos for every aaah.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Bad day
I sneezed last night. Nothing scary there, only it feels like I sneezed open a big wound deep down in my throat. I read a bit before I went to bed, it was warm inside so I opened the window for an hour. They don't open much and only on top so I decided it would be alright. Apparantly it wasn't, I woke up with a sore throat, a runny nose and my contacts still in my eyes.
Someone knocked on my door this morning when I just wanted to sleep. It was one of my roommates but I don't know what she wanted cuz I just rolled around in bed. I later found out the bucket and the floor washing... thing in the bathroom was gone so I assume she had decided to clean something. Maybe I've set a good example for the first time ever!
After a lot of rolling around, a bit of reading, a lot of dreaming and a bit of thinking, I decided to get up. My roommate and her boyfriend had left, I decided to make dinner. Everything ready, I put the oven on. It took a long time to warm up so I looked inside. I don't remember what I saw but it was enough for me to open the door and out came a massive wave of smoke. I threw the door shut, opened the veranda door and took off the thing that is in front of the fan above the stove.
I opened the oven door again and the smoke came towards me. I couldn't keep it open as I live in a building where frying an egg can set the fire alarm off, in which case it would go dooooaaaahdooooaaaah in the entire building for half an hour. I managed to leave it open a crack while the smoke went up into the fan, both from the oven and from the rest of the room. I looked inside to see if there was something in there.
What did I see? A pool of something that looked like oil. Like olive oil. It was all over the bottom of the oven and that was what caused all the smoke. "What a wonderful day..." I said to myself as I got down on the floor with loads of kitchen roll, dizzy as I was (my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton), and started mopping up the oil-like substance. It did not smell good, it did not look good and it was not too easy. I'm not in the habit of mopping up burning-hot oil from the inside of warm ovens.
But I did it and I put in the pizza. I was supposed to make it last night when my roommate (not the one who might have cleaned her room) had decided to have a romantic dinner with a potential boyfriend. They were whispering sweet nothings to each other and I found it best to give them a little privacy.
Then I had a shower and felt almost alright for the first time today.
I hope I'm not sick... Surely a sore throat, a runny nose, a head full of cotton, pains in my neck and shoulders, eyes and ears, being warm but feeling like I'm freezing does not constitute 'sick'. Or 'ill'. Or 'having a cold'. Does it?
I hate sick. It makes me feel powerless. Mind over matter, that's what I believe in, but when the matter has decided it wants to be goo for a few days, that just sucks. Lots of fluid isn't that what they say? I'm just worried the cotton will expand and my head will explode.
I think I'll take my chances with some warm milk and honey though. Can't go wrong with warm milk and honey.
Someone knocked on my door this morning when I just wanted to sleep. It was one of my roommates but I don't know what she wanted cuz I just rolled around in bed. I later found out the bucket and the floor washing... thing in the bathroom was gone so I assume she had decided to clean something. Maybe I've set a good example for the first time ever!
After a lot of rolling around, a bit of reading, a lot of dreaming and a bit of thinking, I decided to get up. My roommate and her boyfriend had left, I decided to make dinner. Everything ready, I put the oven on. It took a long time to warm up so I looked inside. I don't remember what I saw but it was enough for me to open the door and out came a massive wave of smoke. I threw the door shut, opened the veranda door and took off the thing that is in front of the fan above the stove.
I opened the oven door again and the smoke came towards me. I couldn't keep it open as I live in a building where frying an egg can set the fire alarm off, in which case it would go dooooaaaahdooooaaaah in the entire building for half an hour. I managed to leave it open a crack while the smoke went up into the fan, both from the oven and from the rest of the room. I looked inside to see if there was something in there.
What did I see? A pool of something that looked like oil. Like olive oil. It was all over the bottom of the oven and that was what caused all the smoke. "What a wonderful day..." I said to myself as I got down on the floor with loads of kitchen roll, dizzy as I was (my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton), and started mopping up the oil-like substance. It did not smell good, it did not look good and it was not too easy. I'm not in the habit of mopping up burning-hot oil from the inside of warm ovens.
But I did it and I put in the pizza. I was supposed to make it last night when my roommate (not the one who might have cleaned her room) had decided to have a romantic dinner with a potential boyfriend. They were whispering sweet nothings to each other and I found it best to give them a little privacy.
Then I had a shower and felt almost alright for the first time today.
I hope I'm not sick... Surely a sore throat, a runny nose, a head full of cotton, pains in my neck and shoulders, eyes and ears, being warm but feeling like I'm freezing does not constitute 'sick'. Or 'ill'. Or 'having a cold'. Does it?
I hate sick. It makes me feel powerless. Mind over matter, that's what I believe in, but when the matter has decided it wants to be goo for a few days, that just sucks. Lots of fluid isn't that what they say? I'm just worried the cotton will expand and my head will explode.
I think I'll take my chances with some warm milk and honey though. Can't go wrong with warm milk and honey.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Post-shower
Now I smell like mandarin, papaya, star fruit, rose sandelwood, peach, raspberry and wild berries.
Cleaning day
How I know students don't clean their rooms too often:
It's Saturday and I decided I couldn't live in this room one more day until I'd got all the dust bunnies out, washed the floors, changed the sheets - basically until I'd cleaned it up. I prefer being in clean places. That, however, doesn't mean I clean my room often. Or so I thought.
I'd just finished, had done the bathroom I share with one my roommates aswell, when Stine (another roommate) and her boyfriend came in. I just heard the door but I knew it was her and five seconds later I heard;
"Hey Anne... that smell... we don't smell that a lot... It smells great!"
Somewhat surprised, I replied;
"Yeah... I'm just cleaning my room."
"Wow, [name of whatever you put in the bucket in addition to water when you clean the floors]"
"Umm... yeah... I cleaned the bathroom, smells much stronger in there, I better open the window."
I opened the window.
When we clean our rooms it must smell all over the apartment. We talk about how we can walk down the hallway and smell what everyone on the different floors are having for dinner - the air take a lot of time to leave the building, we've complained but nothing happens. I suddenly realized that I'd never smelled any kind of cleaning... stuff here ever before. Does that mean no one cleans their rooms? The broom seems to be used a little though...
Considering my roommate's reaction, I think the answer might be yes, at least not too often. She could have been suprised that I was cleaning my room, but I don't see why that should be surprising in and of itself... I guess many just sweep but I don't feel it's clean unless it's been washed and smells clean.
I, however, do not smell clean. I've cleaned and washed and been to the stores that are far away and bought new herbs (lemon balm and mint) since the others (another lemon balm and a basil plant) died during Easter. And I went to the store here too. And I've taken out lots of trash, I've put a wash on and managed to break another glass (don't ever let me near your good china). I've cleaned the mirror and the toilet (yuck), the sink and my red crystal ball.
I'm gonna have a shower. My hair smells horrible so I'm gonna wash it twice till it smells like flowers. And I'm not gonna forget the conditioner this time, otherwise I won't be able to comb it. I'll use my pink shower gel and I'll foam it up. Then I'll find a yummy smelling body lotion and clean clothes. While my hair dries I'll make pizza (no half made stuff around here, gotta start from scratch) and tonight I'm gonna do absolutely nothing.
Wanna come?
It's Saturday and I decided I couldn't live in this room one more day until I'd got all the dust bunnies out, washed the floors, changed the sheets - basically until I'd cleaned it up. I prefer being in clean places. That, however, doesn't mean I clean my room often. Or so I thought.
I'd just finished, had done the bathroom I share with one my roommates aswell, when Stine (another roommate) and her boyfriend came in. I just heard the door but I knew it was her and five seconds later I heard;
"Hey Anne... that smell... we don't smell that a lot... It smells great!"
Somewhat surprised, I replied;
"Yeah... I'm just cleaning my room."
"Wow, [name of whatever you put in the bucket in addition to water when you clean the floors]"
"Umm... yeah... I cleaned the bathroom, smells much stronger in there, I better open the window."
I opened the window.
When we clean our rooms it must smell all over the apartment. We talk about how we can walk down the hallway and smell what everyone on the different floors are having for dinner - the air take a lot of time to leave the building, we've complained but nothing happens. I suddenly realized that I'd never smelled any kind of cleaning... stuff here ever before. Does that mean no one cleans their rooms? The broom seems to be used a little though...
Considering my roommate's reaction, I think the answer might be yes, at least not too often. She could have been suprised that I was cleaning my room, but I don't see why that should be surprising in and of itself... I guess many just sweep but I don't feel it's clean unless it's been washed and smells clean.
I, however, do not smell clean. I've cleaned and washed and been to the stores that are far away and bought new herbs (lemon balm and mint) since the others (another lemon balm and a basil plant) died during Easter. And I went to the store here too. And I've taken out lots of trash, I've put a wash on and managed to break another glass (don't ever let me near your good china). I've cleaned the mirror and the toilet (yuck), the sink and my red crystal ball.
I'm gonna have a shower. My hair smells horrible so I'm gonna wash it twice till it smells like flowers. And I'm not gonna forget the conditioner this time, otherwise I won't be able to comb it. I'll use my pink shower gel and I'll foam it up. Then I'll find a yummy smelling body lotion and clean clothes. While my hair dries I'll make pizza (no half made stuff around here, gotta start from scratch) and tonight I'm gonna do absolutely nothing.
Wanna come?
Viagra in the junk
They're doubling the size of their junk mail!
The past months my hotmail (yes, I still use hotmail) has been filled up with 131kb-sized junk in my junk mail. It only takes a few of them to fill up the vacant 50% in there.
Now, however, they've doubled the sizes. Today I've got two of 270kb and one of 286kb. The last one is, quite fittingly, from something called 'MonsterSized - Herbal Formula For Men'. I'm afraid they want to 'monstersize' other things than my junk mail box...
The other two are viagra ads.
I don't want viagra.
I don't need viagra.
I'm a girl!
And even if it was viagra for women...
- how many 20 year olds do you think need viagra?
The past months my hotmail (yes, I still use hotmail) has been filled up with 131kb-sized junk in my junk mail. It only takes a few of them to fill up the vacant 50% in there.
Now, however, they've doubled the sizes. Today I've got two of 270kb and one of 286kb. The last one is, quite fittingly, from something called 'MonsterSized - Herbal Formula For Men'. I'm afraid they want to 'monstersize' other things than my junk mail box...
The other two are viagra ads.
I don't want viagra.
I don't need viagra.
I'm a girl!
And even if it was viagra for women...
- how many 20 year olds do you think need viagra?
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