There is no post today because Saan's exams won't come to an end. Isolation has broken down her throat to the point that she sounds like she's eaten sandpaper, too.
There is no post today because Saan's currently buried somewhere under the pile of two term's worth of matrices, goniometry, limits and sequences. Someone send in a search team.
Title: the moon over Saan's hometown has got this red glow. It's beautiful.
There is no post today either, because Saan went to the doctor's and didn't get back home until LATE:00 pm. Her toe didn't heal 'prettily' and either her serotonin levels are waaaaaaay down, or the cortisones broke her thyroid. Either way, she's up for more adventures in the world of medicine. They've just been put on hold until after the exams. To stay awake for the next three exhausting weeks, Saan's been prescribed a 'tonic'. Read: pills she's gotta take for a short time to get through, but not in the evening, or she won't sleep.
Saan's had her last pi day today. Lots of fun as usual, with Yif, Li'll Miss H. and everyone else, playing games, picknicking, eating stuff you don't recognise and eating toddler-snacks. What was different was that today, there were prizes to be won. Saan's first bounties: two rubber spiders and a cd-rom with a selection from all the VIPi day pictures on it. One rubber spider (the best one, since Saan has these inexplicable bouts of generosity for thirty seconds sometimes) was kindly donated to a girl who had to make do with a lollypop. The thing that the entire project had been leading to was the bracelet tombola. The first four bracelets were your first chance. Every following one was another. Saan had six chances. She didn't win the DVD box, or Black and White 2 (Yif got that one), or one of the two 2 gig memory sticks. She did get the last blue 1 gig iPod shuffle! Li'll Miss H. got one of the other two. Cue lots and lots of joy from Saan. She got herself eight more black bracelets (which were donated, together with the remaining rubber spider, to her sister) a VIPi T-shirt and some Maks!-stickers. And now she's completely wiped out and still has to figure out how to convince her new iPod that there is music stored on it.
Saan had a longer weekend this week. So she missed all the good stuff like Monday mornign and a spine-cracking load of books on her back, but she also got the less fun parts, like repeating Maths. Oh well, less to repeat in any case, right?
Okay, so Saan didn't join a cult today, but her achievement of the day *insert jingle here* is close. She went sequence-, GPS-co-ordinated-treasure-hunting. Boo-yeah!
Only problem: her dad forgot how you enter the co-ordinates into the high-tech super-duper-GPS, which Saan will now affectionately refer to as 'Fatso'. When he figured out how that dance went, he entered the wrong co-ordinates and only found out after Saan and her sister and the dog they had borrowed without asking from their uncle (which they do often, and always get away with) had been looking fruitlessly for a road straight through some horses' paddock, surrounded by electrical wire-thingies. Turned out they'd been going the right way all along, before they turned back. Then they had to look for a tree, a pole or something similar. On a corssroads they'd passed a few million times already in their lifetime. The dog, untrained mongrel that he is and Saan loves, didn't do anything. No one expected it, but it would have been cool if he'd found the third waypoint, so they could find the fourth waypoint and the treasure and a hint for the tenth treasure hunt, so they could get the big treasure. The dog, instead, scent-marked about every inch of the place, found a few cats to try and chase and barked at passing cars. They didn't find the third waypoint and thus the treasure hunt stopped short. They then decided to walk the dog anyway, seeing as he'd just be lying on its mat for the rest of the day if they didn't, and took a route they normally didn't. Result, they found the road where one would probably find the fourth waypoint, but without co-ordinates, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
There is a god, there is a plan and the space ship is coming.
This (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNF89yHVPVo) is one of the reasons Saan didn't have any exciting adventures today. Another was that the France-Neighbours dropped by and the fact that she slept through half the day with a skull-cracking headache.
Saan just saw Armageddon (the movie, don't worry). It was an American guy-movie, and Saan knew it, even though she'd never seen it. Because there are Signs.
Like: -It has lots of christianity in it -The USA saves the world -The hero never dies -The hero gets his girl -The American flag is shown every ten to fifteen minutes, in case we forget what it looks like -A Happy End guaranteed -There is a smart-ass-coment-guy -The fat guy DIES -A girl forgets all the previous relational problems if the guy saves the world -Anything the NASA builds is virtually indestructible -The USA can make any country provide anything just because they are the USA -The city being totally obliterated isn't American. -It has explosions, bombs and random fires galore. -Anything can be done. It'll be finished before the timer hits the sextuple zero. -There are only two types of car: taxis and pick-up trucks. -And when things get hopeless on the one side, the second side shows up with a miraculously foolproof plan B. -The special effects have to be laid out thick. If it isn't possible, but the movie footage makes you doubt it, it takes out all the fun. -There has to be at least one shiny silver gun. Black handle-grips are optional.
Those are a few of the many well-known characteristics of the caveman movie style that the American people hand out Oscars and the likes to.
Which didn't mean Saan didn't like the movie. The majority of her family's male, her most-seen uncle on her father's side of the family is obsessed with American war-movies and things that start to look like it. But Saan liked the movie. Turquoise diabolos are always fun to look at in outer space.
Lots of fun as usual, with Yif, Li'll Miss H. and everyone else, playing games, picknicking, eating stuff you don't recognise and eating toddler-snacks. What was different was that today, there were prizes to be won. Saan's first bounties: two rubber spiders and a cd-rom with a selection from all the VIPi day pictures on it. One rubber spider (the best one, since Saan has these inexplicable bouts of generosity for thirty seconds sometimes) was kindly donated to a girl who had to make do with a lollypop. The thing that the entire project had been leading to was the bracelet tombola. The first four bracelets were your first chance. Every following one was another. Saan had six chances. She didn't win the DVD box, or Black and White 2 (Yif got that one), or one of the two 2 gig memory sticks. 
