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.
Saan's life is falling into its usual final-exams-monotone: Saan plays on the slow pc, doesn't read the books she wants to read, studies more than usual, gets testy from time to time and sometimes just doesn't do anything.
She looked up a few things on the Belgian English Cocker Spaniel Club, played a little on the Sims2 and noticed that she's getting the kind of spam which she suspects was the cause for her root-kit. So she's running a few scans with her two protection programs, too.
She's sending her last few e-mails which need sending, too, and starting to look ahead in her schoolwork a little.
Saan's finished her homework a few minutes back and is now basking in the glory of her seventy-something minutes of free time she'll have before she's got to pack her bag for school and go to sleep.
Not an excuse: There's no post today because Saan's madly trying to fill her reading portfolio with three months light work on one evening, reading for English and French, and studying for Latin.
Saan's had her first day of schoolwork behind her. Sort of. She first swapped her scan-15-recto-verso-pages-duty with her brother's pixel-out-thirty-six-signs-for-letters-and-numbers-duty. A tactical move which quickened both jobs: she manages to make the scanner eat its scans, he has the overal artistic talent of, say, your average decaying corpse.
Next was an assignment in translation, which gave Saan some trouble due to lack of grammar book. Another hour gone to waste. Time for a late lunch.
Then she had print out a few things. The person who sent them scans in pdf. Saan's pc took that as the go-ahead to send through the print command at s-l-o-w speed. Forty minutes for five pages.
Chemistry homework first required her to figure out which hints went with which exercise. Her first exercise went slowy, her second went even slower. And then she decided to call it a day, fill in her blog and watch the last fifth of the sun set.
For her two single fathers on The Sims 2, Saan has developed Zhe Plan. One parent wants to see six children get married. The other has the ability to collect kids from all over the neighbourhood through collecting random women, letting them stay, get them pregnant, get their baby and make them leave. The other, not having been blacklisted by the adoption agency, is making babies through the phone. All these babies will go to college, finish their education and have great lives. Together.
Saan's doing a bit of mild research on the different options to travel by train in Belgium. Go Pass is currently holding her attention. She's going to Bruges tomorrow, to research dolphins with Project Pi.
And she can take the right train, because she's got a two-day schoolweek, which ended today. How her classmates can make such a racket so close after a weekend is a mystery to her, but she's knackered from it.
Her plan to force a male pregancy (on the Sims 2) didn't work, so she forced a tad of single-parentship. Her young kid looks like a girl, while in fact he has to be seen as a boy. A very... effeminate-looking boy, but a boy nonetheless.
Saan's sister is being creepy, dragging books on the Egyptian Book of the Dead. She claims it's for a school project. Saan isn't so sure.
Saan's happy, because the puppy-glow's not faded yet, and nothing beats waking up to find out you've got a two-day schoolweek ahead of you. another thing that's got her happy is that the class assignemt today, for Latin, was the same text she got for an identical assignment last year. Which was corrected thoroughly. So despite having forgotten both vocabulary and grammar book, Saan's got good hopes for the grades. Less hope goes to her reading excercise French and her Physics test, but then again, it's nearly summer. Which is another reason to be happy.
And now Saan's going to try and force a male pregnancy.
Saan's had, as the title puts it, a quiet little Sunday. She's played a few long-time-past favorites among her small choice of computer games, fell asleep behind her schoolbooks, tried to have dessert before the actual meal and tried to plan ahead some. She sat in the back seat while her brother tried to learn how to drive. She argued with her sister and discussed some things with her mother. All things considered, not a bad day. Maybe there should be more of those.
Saan actually found a second breeder, not far from the first, who still had puppies available. These are two weeks old, at the moment, so Saan saw her soon-to-be puppy, or one of her sisters, today, but didn't get to cuddle and coo all over her because she's not really in her socialising stage yet. More at the learning to walk stage. Probably enough of a job, when you've got a second body's worth of fur to grow into. No need for Saan to go a wear her out and spill foreign non-mom scent all over her. Over the next six weeks, she'll grow from a both-hands-load into a small armload. And around then, Saan'll be taking the ninety-minute drive to Holland again, to pick her up and take her home. She'll definitely get one of the pups. For an economically painful price in Saan's bank account's point of view, since the breeder's the breeder the longest active in his country, and his dogs have won 'national champ' several times. But that also means she'll get a pup that's definitely okay with the European breeding standard. Her mom's supposed to be a real sweetheart, so a lot of people are hoping that'll breed through.
She did get to try and keep track of a twelve-week old pup (which she might have gotten, if she didn't have exams first and had the money with her) on her lap. Unlike at eight weeks old, the total sensory overload of the whole new world to explore had passed, and though its little friend (after it got clear that one pup was more than a handful, the calmer one got put in the breeder's arms) was quite calm, this little lady was quite convinced to explore the four strangers all at the same time. Saan got covered in hair, drool and wannabe-bites. Her only injury is a miniscule scratch, caused by a pair of overzealous claws when Saan was pulling the pup out from behind her mom for the umpteenth time.
So now Saan's saving newspapers for Mr. Breeder Bart, who needs them a lot.
No puppy left for Saan. Which means Saan's back to level one, and looking for other kennels who'll have puppies between the 20th of June and the1st of August.
Saan's hopeful pup is to be born tomorrow. She's got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it, though that could also be the yoghurt.
She didn't have any homework, but she read some in her *BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!* book for French, and now wants to kill all bald female singers, and did some extra work for Chem, until her fingers cramped up enough for it to hurt.
And now she's going to kill the flutter-by's with some more strawberry-laden diary products.
Saan fell asleep today. Somewhere five minutes after coming home, 'till dinner, then again after dinner. She was lucky to get through her last two classes. And then she still had to do some translation. And got distracted while critisising soccer and all its evils. And got some bad news on Philou's blog. So there's not much (extra)ordinary news to put here. Only three more days till Friday.
Look at this. Saan's WWI cake, complete with Saan, trenches, 17-21 soldiers, barbed wire (okay, so stretched out wire-wire) and sandbags. To be eaten tomorrow, unless it dries out to badly. All her homework's done. Maybe she should go shower, since she smells like fresh laundry (because if you borrow professional equipment, it's cleaned. Professionally.), chocolate cake (so much chocolate cake) and butter.
Counting down to: -Decorating the cake tomorrow -Putting the teensie weensie soldiers in the trenches -The birth of the puppies -Her group project for RE.
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees... + WWI... Culinary style!
(Saan's not giving up on her blog. Things are just being ultimately wonky at school, home and on her pc. Four days slipped by unnoticed, honestly!)
Saan unexpectly went out with Yif and Li'll Miss H. to an arboretum in the north-something of the country with Project Pi. Saan managed to surpass the limits of one muscle in her neck before the chaperone (who missed the train by seconds) arrived. She's out of practice for the 'run, fight, pounce, peck on the cheek' move she developed for interfamily warfare when she was eight, and used for the following two years. The morning got spent kissing boys and whining that her neck hurt. She helped plant some seeds for the hopefully soon-to-be flower clock (Whoo! first time ever attempted anywhere, though Linnaeus worked out all the theory), ate of a plant she's sorely missed seeing since she was eleven or so (Oxalis acetocella) and bounced along through the tree gardens. The afternoon was dedicated to waterpainting (yes, be afraid) flowers and plants found. The plan was to make a botanically acceptable drawing, and paint it. Saan's sketch was almost good, but her total inability to mix waterpaints made her develop the Bellis perennis prodigiosis or the Native Australian Daisy, also known as 'Saan's Totally Made Up Daisy-Variety'. To make it complete, she put some impulsive dot-painting and a little would-be scientific babble next to it and signed with 'The Staff & Project Pi'. The day got concluded with healthy (Booooo!) food the Pi-sters had picked themselves. Saan had savaged some rosemary, rhubarb and chives for the meal. Botanic Water (a kind of herb-soda pop) didn't really fit Saan's tastes. Too tea-like.
She also got started on her bit for her group's WWI project: cake. Saan's completely miswired psyche has etched the link 'World War' goes to 'Chocolate Cake' onto her very cortex. This makes for excellent ideas when teachers wish for creativity, but strange replies on tests. The first chocolate-cake related project were muffins with candy and strange icing, made to represent carts used for physical labour by holocausted people during World War II. It made complete sense at the time, and she got 80% for it. Now, it's five years later, and suddenly History classes start revitalising the WW-CC-link. This time, Saan's group is given the job to do anything creative, preferably vaguely related to the build of and the life in the trenches during WWI. Hear the evil laugh in the distance. So now, Saan('s mom) has sweet-talked Saan's uncle (who is a professional baker/patissier) into baking a 40 by 60 cm large, soft, chocolate cake. Saan & mom spent the evening digging out the foundations of the project (ie. trenches). Leftover cake bits got shipped off to the Big Bro's circle of friends, because everyone likes chocolate cake. Decorating will take place tomorrow, or on Monday evening.
Saan would be very happy if anyone were to have an idea for edible sand bags.
Which means Saan's back to level one, and looking for other kennels who'll have puppies between the 20th of June and the1st of August.
She's got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it, though that could also be the yoghurt.
Look at this. Saan's WWI cake, complete with Saan, trenches, 17-21 soldiers, barbed wire (okay, so stretched out wire-wire) and sandbags. To be eaten tomorrow, unless it dries out to badly. All her homework's done. Maybe she should go shower, since she smells like fresh laundry (because if you borrow professional equipment, it's cleaned. Professionally.), chocolate cake (so much chocolate cake) and butter.
