Saan sort of wiled her afternoon away waiting for a classmate to come on line and share the results of the practicum with her. Someone showed up, but rather late, so now it's nearly eleven and Saan still has to clean up her room.
Okay, so the title was totally nicked from today's CYS. Saan doesn't claim any ownership of it, it just made her smirk.
Okay, today Saan happened to come across and use in everyday conversation: -The human hippothalamus... If that's the word for it. -An apparent pro-homosexual sex movement in her school (Saan would also like to state that she has nothing against gay people. Saan respects anyone who also respects other people. Gender, sexuality and color have nothing to do with that.) -Radioactivity. (She went to NIRAS. Pretty obvious, then) -Hair dryers and how much Saan hates them. Though the portable, travel one at home is tolerable. -The grandchildren of the lady who lives behind Saan. -Handwriting -Yif's birthday (which is today! Go and send her lots of happy birthday e-cards before midnight!) -Chinese (the language) -Justice between teenagers at home (okay, so it was more like Saan acknowledging that what she did wasn't fair. She didn't stop doing it, but she at least was aware of the fact that it was a nasty thing to do)
Strange things flying through her mind were: -'Why the fuck am I using so many brackets these days? It's annoying' -'Whoo, look! Guillemets!' -'Gonna use a backpack, gonna use a backpack' -'Nope, two pigtails suck on her... Ah, shit, now there's two!' -'Stop talking nonsense!' -'Super-Saan today: mail girl!' -'I wanna buy Do a nice gift for her birthday... but more than 300+ euros is too much, probably'
Saan is munching on some cent wafers as she types, and enjoying that particular treat lots, hence the title.
She finished what Death Note fansubs were available on youtube.com and is now torturing herself with watching the live-action movie. Saan knows she isn't perfect, and she too makes errors but this is getting downright cruel. Crucial words, needed to form a cohorent sentence, get left out. Words change function, shape and amount to the writer's whim. True, there is always a desire for freedom to write chatever the hell you want, but there's also a desire for an understandable translation.
He was dying when the guy is still spasming away on screen is one of the minor errors. The question marks at the end of a normal sentence are also just minor annoyances. Three adverbs without a verb isn't minor any more. Saan knows translation can be a bitch at times, but screwing up or leaving it out doesn't help. Minor mistakes eat away at your grades (or, in this case, reputation) slowly and steadily, and don't really get held against you, but the bigger mistakes usually just make you look dumb. To twist around Do's words (and give an example of a common minor mistake poking Saan's eyeballs out): English isn't hard. The only conjugation most verbs have is the present, where you add an 's' to the end in the third person, singular. Missing that one is about as dumb as it gets.
More things bothering Saan (with comparisons to her favorite dead language inbetween the brackets): the fact that verbs do not have a particular time, and the past and present are apparently randomly interchangable (which you can do at certain times in Latin, but there's rules for that. Family dinners do not include blood-chilling suspense), the random adding and subtracting of auxiliary verbs (which you can do freely in Latin, by the way) even if there already is one in the sentence, freely messing up the complete structure of a fairly simple sentence (which you can do in Latin, providing it's to fit a metrum or to make your text 'prettier'), skipping of articles (once again, not a problem if you'd be talking Latin: it doesn't have any) and messing up the number (And it ain't dead poetry, so it's not allowed).
Thanks for reading Saan's moaning, see y'all next time.
And then the evening fell, and all became quiet in the world.
Saan is starting to get happy it's evening.
Her sister has been throwing tantrums all day because Miss ECS isn't becoming part of the family due to lack of materials, such as a place to sleep for the poor dear. So while the breed has already been decided, it'll be waiting for Easter to get a pup, so they can prepare properly for it.
Then there's the fact that Saan's sis has a concert tomorrow. Her parents are helping with the preparations, too, so it's a bit hectic at the house.
Saan's left shoe is being noisy. Creepily noisy. Imitating birds noisy.
And now Saan's twisting and turning a rather reluctant fanfic into shape, with feedback (read: a small truckload of help) from Elly. Perfectionism is something Saan should probably try outside writing sometime.
After the downpour of the morning, things cleared up and the first warm sun rays of 2007 came in. They're giving the first snow and ice by next week. Her Latin test wasn't so bad, either. At home, she received a gift from Mr. Mailman, meaning Yif will get her gift on time and Saan has a new manga to enjoy. She then spent half an hour messing with her sister's hair, which turned out pretty good, and then did a whole photo shoot on it with her cell phone. One of the results is seen in the pictures. Saan should stop messing with the effects, probably. And the highlight of the day was undoubtedly going to see The Puppy. Saan's mom called a few people who had cocker spaniel pups last week, and they could come see tonight. Star of the show was an eleven weeks old female puppy, not named, last of the litter, obsessed with all the new faces and licking Saan's face. The three women in the Saan-household melted for a set of big brown eyes, soft fur and excellent advice. The tricky part'll now be convincing Saan's brother and father. And convincing Yif that enthusiasm isn't the same as attacking, because the furball goes straight for the face. So, very much perhaps, a post somewhere in the future will feature li'll miss ECS' pretty face.
...(which Saan will not be trying out due to lack of red handkerchiefs, by the way), Saan has found an (hopefully) equally humorous video on a forum.
Still feeling a bit psychoantropologistic (It's a word if you can spell it), Saan points out that laughter is contagious. Watch the video by clicking on GNOME-DUDE!!! and see for yourself. You'll probably join in at some point. Saan was nearly kicked off the pc for it. She doesn't know the show, and the forum's Dutch, and she's not a member, but the movie's funny as hell. Promise.
Okay, so if (mind that if while Saan wanders off to some alternate reality where that if is a fact) Saan got everything she filled out on the form for the answers right, then there's a teenie-weenie chance that she might get to the second round of the Maths thingie. Yikes. Another two hours off her Wednesday afternoon.
Next bit on the agenda: big test coming up tomorrow. Hopefully it'll go good.
Then. Some time ago, Saan was corrupted by Youtube's most fashionable gay guy, the dearly beloved Mr. William Sledd. Everybody go and look at his movies now. And at his American Apparel underwear. Oh, and at the cupcake song! They're all awesome! Saan's not the most trendy chick in town, but he rocks anyway. Because he is CUPCAKE MAN! And to get that, you gotta go watch his movies.
Another Saan thing is her obsession with music videos. Youtube will be abused beyond belief tonight while she hunts for music with pretty pictures.
Saan, after looking forward to it for a while day, took a looooong shower today. With two shampoos and aromathic bath gel. She now smells of minty freshness. Her razor was abused for half an hour. She wasted quite a bit of lotion when she realised she needed it. Things should be a-okay tomorrow.
She looked up pilates on Wikipedia and was disappointed.
She's got the first part of the Mathemathics Olympiad tomorrow. Mustn't forget lunch. Mustn't forget cell phone. Must go to sleep on time, because she's knackered.
Anyway, enjoy the rest of your day and hope Saan doesn't go down as badly as she can, because she didn't prepare for the MO at all.
Okay, so up to the three mini-Lion bars and the package of strawberry bootlace and the nifty, new, red comisole with the stripes and a new, non-itchy bra with stripes, Saan's Monday didn't suck outright.
But then she got home and internet explorer (which Saan works with because it's the least fussy thing she's ever had, so don't suggest the further complication of her life called firefox) was acting wonky. It seemed to have forgotten all of Saan's usual URLs, something it usually decides to do after twenty days or the start of the month. It usually doesn't up and die in the middle of it. A shorter version would be 'Shit, IE's being tricky and Saan is too lazy to type out all the URLs, even if she does know the majority of them by heart'.
And her back hurts. Tremendously. Her dad thinks it's a hernia--thank you, mister fifteen-kilos-of-book-bag--and Saan is starting to believe him. The only vaguely comfortable position is flat on her back, on her bed, with all pillows gone, or the huge pillow under the back. Strawberry bootlace doesn't help it. And she has to go to the doctor's on Friday, so she might as well ask the doc to take a look at it while she's writing out a new prescription for Saan's overdose of estrogen. 90% of all Belgian women under twenty-one get their anti-conception paid back. Saan belongs to the others who need the extra to last them through a week of de-tox. Not the others who take them to prevent their head-hair from falling out, which it apparently is also used for. It's harmless, seeing as it's taken by people who have oversensitive immune systems without causing horrid side effects. And Saan's being so overly informative because she's spiteful like that when she's hurting.
Thanks to Elly, Saan started watching Chobits. Thanks to that, she started writing a fic on it. And it has a sucky start, though it's beginning to take shape. But the beginning is still being mean and difficult to rewrite. Ramming her head on the keyboard only makes her head get rammed back by her mouse-bubble.
And Saan's back to being unnaturally thirsty once more, and her hair won't sit right and her eyes are a bit dried out and her back huuuuurts.
She's going to go off and spout her misery to someone who isn't you, now.
Okay, becuase the post for last night was eaten, you get a short recap today. Saan was going to post Yif's birthday card last night, which was the cause of the post being eaten. She is now officially against all JPEG-like formats. Saan finished Elly's birthday gift before bedtime. She already knows a place where she can get the rest of the series, down to the end. Her hyper-organic, stevia-sweetened lip balm is still sitting on her nightstand, looking like a miniature cup of Ben & Jerry's. She did remember why she hates cherries in her ice cream. Movie was nice. Sound track didn't suck, bastard didn't get the girl, a few surprises, a few clichés. A few sniggers at the male gender in general. She got started in 'the madolescents' and wonders where they found transparent purple platform sandals. Homework's finished. That's about it, really.
'Kay, so it was Saan's seventeenth birthday today , and she had a good one. Christmas tree wasn't broken down yet, french fries, lemonade, no homework and Yif giving a birthday hug after school. Little towards no homework. Some writing getting done. All the leos were gone and tomorrow she'll be going to the movies with Elly and Yif (unless something comes up). Elly's birthday gift has finally arrived at the shop and Saan's package will probably be packed and sent somewhere during next week. Only now she doesn't know what to write anymore.
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Go and pour some paint-stripper across the Mona Lisa.
Saan's just had a totally FUBAR day today, but she managed to post anyway.
Trouble started around a quarter to nine when Saan was mainly in pain if she so much as breathed wrong. Gym helped that, but she sucked at badminton (19-1 warming up and three lost games). When she got back to school she was back to feeling sick. At home, it didn't much help. She got lunch, which didn't totally agree with her, and then went to sleep. She got woken up three times, and when she got out she was feeling hot enough to puke. She spent the next few hours drinking water and her dinner consisted of yoghurt with bananas, even though she wanted oranges for some flavor. Just to spite her, dinner didn't agree with Saan and went on to make her life miserable until she was sitting in a church with 15°C. Then, things nothing bodily bothered her until about an hour ago. She did have completely unknown relatives putting her a grade higher or lower, calling her Do or confusing her with her brother. Now she's back at home, feeling sick and having cramps. Anyone who had a worse day, do tell. Misery loves company.
Anyone who *really and punctually* checked (If someone does, please tell) noticed Saan didn't post last night.
A few reasons could be...
The fact that she was worrying about the fact that her gift for Yif might still be late, after disappointing her to begin with not getting the hat (eek!). Anyone who wants to put a smile on Yif's face, her birthday's the twenty-third and she wants the 'Naruto Sleeping Cap' from GE Animation. Mail it to the Sint-Jozefscollege in Aarschot and put Yif's real name and her class in the address, and it should get a warm and loving home with two cats to scare and someone who adores it beyond reason..
Or perhaps because she was dead tired from a full school day after two luxurious weeks of doing absolutely nothing as intensive as studying seriously.
Or she might have been freaking out because her brother and father ate all her birthday treats and now she didn't have enough Leo's to go round.
She could also say she was helping her mom make vanilla pudding and doing the dishes.
However, the real reason is that she was lying in her bed, choking with laughter because she'd gotten started in Merde, Actually (by Stephen Clarke and she hasn't got the one with the courgettes), a book she'd found in Brussels last week and bought on a whim. So far, she's learned two new swearwords in French, the three different meanings of créver and why you should not make a gendarme 'put both his hands on his dick and promise', though in the indended sentence, 'coeur' had its R attatched. She also discovered what 'un zizi' meant (it's not the snack version of the cheese, apparently) . She's currently toying with the idea of going to southern France to find out if there really is a village called Ars (Pronounce the way any Frenchmen or Brit would: 'arse') and waiting for strawberries to come into season to try and make juice out of them. So far, she's remembered more French than she remembered in the past year. Which proves that if she doesn't really *have to* and there's a little chauvinism and humor and fun in the whole mix, Saan *can* learn French.
The book that preceded this one (A Year in the Merde) is currently gleaming high and mighty on her wish list, along with any book by Terry Pratchett that has 'discworld' in its title, subtitle or the suspicious line in the corner.
Moving on. The reason she didn't think to fill in the blog while still on her pc (and not reminding herself she has to go to the doctors one of the closely following Fridays for a new prescription for the pill) was because she was still typing at the horrifying, non-mary sue fanfic that's currently labeled as 'Cass'. If it's ever finished, she'll think of a title. At the moment, it's gone so far beyond Saan's control and mutated into makeup and glittery angel wings and a terrorist attack and sushi with a little blonde dude endearingly called Cass by his boyfriend and his boyfriend's male friends, without getting a mass orgy as result. Anyone who has never met Saan in the flesh probably didn't see it coming, the same way Saan totally missed it while typing along on the pc. ... Looks like she's doing it again today, as she told herself she'd finish today's post under two minutes... About twenty minutes--no, wait, thirty minutes ago. She did sort of forget the fact that she had to correct her Latin paper (meh, she's got two more days) and that she's got church tomorrow night (which will be the standing excuse if she's not posting).
She's a wee bit miffy about the fact that her Mrs. The One Who Teaches Us French sort of forgot to pick up her class yesterday afternoon, then picked the up the next morning like she should, sent Saan to the open student centre three times for a laptop because the school won't fix the DVD player or replace it by something that plays more than one type of apparently mega-rare disc. And then remembered Saan needed extra exercises on her French verbs (really, really, really needed extra exercises on her French verbs) and gave them to her at the end of class, when Saan had to pack her books, not crinkle the excercises, give her diary for a note, get her diary back, return the second laptop to the OSC and then still be in time for RE. Strangely enough, Mrs. French knows Saan's class well enough to know that Saan has about four times the speed of her classmates. Saan (who failed PE more than nine years in a row because she can only run fifty yards and then starts to show symptoms of rapidly progressing suffocation) caught up with them and still was amongst the first in the classroom. Meaning that her classmates and the class they're merged with are one slooooow bunch.
And now she's off to the bathroom to find the pink blister of girl-pills that--apart from preventing pregnancy--should keep Saan's monthly agony down to a minimum (and even then it hurts like a bitch). Then she'll pack her bag, take her book and read until someone tells her to stop. Hope you enjoyed today's longer post!
End of the holiday's near. Saan's homework's finished. She'll probably clean up her desk and stuff tomorrow. She typed up a weird little something today, and because she wants to see where it'll go, she's not giving today a decent post. Also, she changed the scrolling text in the left corner of the screen. Do tell if you're as bothered with it as she is now.
First of all: Philou: it's not that expensive to make Saan happy, because Saan'll probably last a few months on what she did Wednesday. 50 euros for, say two to three months of Happy Saan. Internet connections cost more.
Then, what did Saan do today? -Nothing highly illegal (Very important) -She went clothes shopping and now has a bit of clothing to wear (Price tag: enough to make Mr. Credit Card whimper) -She re-enacted her family (almost, anyway) on the Sims 2 and gave herself a dog. -She sought out (and ordered) birthday gifts for herself, Yif and Elly. -She did not receive permission to buy Yif's Naruto Sleeping Cap, so she bought her manga instead. -She worked out a points plan to determine which manga to buy Yif -She finished all her homework -She yelled at her brother and dad for eating her birthday treats for her class. -She realised her birthday's next week Friday (She'll be seventeen) -She realised that she had to think of the fact that Yif's birthday's also close by when ordering things. -She was very sorry for not being able to get Yif's hat. -She was pissed because this week's Comedy Casino is a re-run... of last week.
, and she had a good one. Christmas tree wasn't broken down yet, french fries, lemonade, no homework and Yif giving a birthday hug after school. Little towards no homework. Some writing getting done. All the leos were gone and tomorrow she'll be going to the movies with Elly and Yif (unless something comes up). Elly's birthday gift has finally arrived at the shop and Saan's package will probably be packed and sent somewhere during next week. Only now she doesn't know what to write anymore.
