My monotonous memoirs

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Before I post anything or write anything or do anything (and I wouldn’t know until I connect online, I’m in Microsoft Word now), I’ve decided to start a journal before I get almost severed from the internet by the time restrictions that I’ve been warned about only 8 hours ago :bawl:
* A tear drops onto the keyboard and a weird character appears on the screen*
(I removed the weird character)
Anyway… Oh I just came back from my 12km run (actually an hour ago). I know, it’s a weird time for a run, but these are my summer holidays, so that doesn’t matter…
Damn, I’ve been thinking what to write in here while I was on the treadmill, but now I’m stuck.
Ok, I’ll have another try.
What I did today? I searched the internet for information, some bits of which had absolutely nothing to do with others, but mostly the information was physics. Articles. I think I’m not going to wait until September to start my A2 course, I need it NOW! (that sounded desperate, but all I meant was “it would be really useful�)
Now I’m lying in front of my laptop, staring at the screen and expecting a miraculously intelligent statement to appear on it. And it doesn’t. This program needs an update.
Finally a stupid idea saves me.
List of unusual things that happened today:
My cat got into a fight with another cat and now it’s so mad that my mum locked it up in the kitchen and is afraid to let me into it (but I’ll have to go there eventually for a glass of water).
I’ve realized that I don’t remember the last time I ate in the kitchen/dining room.
My mum’s computer (the one with the functioning printer that I currently need) won’t accept floppy disks from my computer. It apparently “cannot read from the specified device� (that illiterate piece of junk).
I knocked into anything that was anywhere close to my path (and suffered accordingly).
The latter isn’t that unusual.
Ok, that was enough to prove I’m an eccentric and boring person (the fact that I mentioned these events proves it).
Now for the nice things that happened to me during the past very eventful 24 hours (I’ll have to really strain my memory for this).
Well, yeah, I found out a lot of fascinating information on quantum physics (and I sound like I’m showing off again) and some of it actually found a way to have a positive impact on my brain (i.e. I didn’t read it for nothing, and [see statement in previous rounded brackets]).
How long would this post be when I post it? (please ignore the question, it’s worse than the average thing expected from the n00b that I am)
(Why didn’t Word underline n00b?)
I’m taking a big risk here, not saving any of this. I better save it and stop typing b******t. I’ve typed enough of it already.
*Shuts mouth*
I’ll post again in this thread when there’s something worth posting.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I'm back to give another detailed report of my current life to all those who are bored enough to read it.
This morning I've been trying to solve the problem of rebelling floppy disks (again). And it didn't work. They kept demanding a format. Those that were polite enough to do something at least. After 2 hours of screwing around with any computer settings that looked worth screwing around with, thinking of hacking into my own laptop,trying to set up LAN without a cable (yes, I'm an idiot), attaching dysfunctional technology through SCSI, and eventually having to pull out the battery because that thing no longer obeyed Ctrl+Alt+Del, I thought "f*ck it" and decided to use the most desperate possible method of file tranfer: e-mailing the files to myself. I was as tired after the whole thing as you would probably be after reading this pointless, tortuous sentence. And just as fed up. But it doesn't end here. I have 21 megs to upload and the same 21 megs to download. I'm uploading the first 10 of them now. I love this so much.
No, I'm not depressed yet. And not finished yet.
Now about the positive side of life. Let me think....
Well, GW is a nice place... Olga has sent me some photos of us drinking (to Olga fans: don't ask me for them, she might torture me to death with those long scissors she showed in one of the threads if I post them). Correction: not drinking, drunk. At least I was.
I'm starting to become more interested in the world around me (or rather in front of me, that's where my screen is). Which is good. Finding out new things is not only exciting, it's also useful. And distracts me from any sh*t that happens to me offline.
My life offline - boring. All my classmates have left on holiday, Olga is in Russia, Irina (do you remember her, Olga?) came for a visit two weeks ago and left last Monday (we did some crazy things when we went out, I'm not going to say what, especially because I was the one who did most of the crazy things) and... yeah, that's about all I can say about that. So I'm stuck at home day and night.
Yesterday I almost got my computer confiscated. This was scary. I was really worried about it but in the end it turned out that I wasn't guilty of shutting the window in the kitchen and I got it back. Thanks to mum.
Oh sh*t, that thing is still attaching! (I just checked the other browser window)
So... what was I about to say? Never mind.
Well, basically I'm not happy and not sad (put in a very simple way) and extracting 17-18 constructive hours out of every 24. Not the typical summer holidays where I either watch tv like a couch potato (even if I wanted to, it wouldn't work) or get myself a job (but now that I'm spending my summer in Cyprus I can't do that either, and I couldn't be bothered anyway. I worked last summer).
That's all I could write for today. I wish I could make this more entertaining to read...

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I have finally made a photo of myself. A digital photo using my dad's camera. But I wouldn't post it because I look really really drunk on it (even though I was actually sober). My eyes point in slightly different directions. So I'll make another photo tomorrow.
Problem #2: I HAVE NO CLUE HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO POST IT! [n00b speech] How? [/n00b speech]
Anyway if any of my 7 readers (assuming the readers are the same each time, there are probably 7 of them) are interested in the way I look, visit this thread in the next 48 hours. And if the photo is not there... I either couldn't work out how to post it or I couldn't get the photo onto my computer or something happened to me or... As you can see, if you complain I'll always have something to answer back :P
But I guess I'm more eager about posting it than you are about seeing it. Anyway I should just stop predicting things that I can't predict and get on with the post.
What happened today? (I haven't got amnesia, I'm just scanning the memory part of my brain for relevant information)
Scanned 35646875 out of 86565798 memories. No relevance threat detected.
I'll scan a bit more.
Yes. I woke up at 10, brushed my teeth with Colgate, had an apple cocktail for breakfast (all the other fruits have been consumed by then, so I had no choice but to make it out of apples. Not as bad as I expected it to be, but peach is way better), went online (while having breakfast), tried to look for e-books (in vain, as usual), posted at GW, talked on AIM, disconnected, read a few pages from my physics book, went to the gym where I ran 9.6km instead of the usual 12km (I'm a bit lazy today. I could have ran twice the amount I ran, and I used to, but today is just not the day for that. Maybe if I had had peach cocktail for breakfast...), and now I'm back online. And my browser is slow as usual. No surprise whatsoever.
I'm sure you were all very interested to know about the above activities... Sorry, these were the results of the scan :D
Write something original, you boring idiot.
And stop talking to yourself.
If a modern-day Sigmund Freud reads this, he would write a book on the classical example of split personality, which is here in front of you.
No. I'm flattering myself. A Sigmund Freud wouldn't even read it til the end.
I hope you would. 'You' being my readers this time, not myself.
Hope dies last. And I'm still alive. Therefore, so is hope.
Ok... Now what?
I'll probably go and look for SoulSeek. I need e-books!
And after that... I'll see.
Thank you for your attention and patience while reading this (if I could assume I deserve at least one of them in this thread of them I'd leap around in joy. And I'm still lying in front of my laptop...)
Alright, alright, I wouldn't keep you any longer. If you landed on this forum by mistake, I'd suggest you read Life of Olga. It's much better than what you've just read.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I'm currently trying to choose what picture to post... I made 3 or 4 of them this morning and it took me a while (and a very complex method) to get them online because of my b*tchy floppy drive. But now that it's all over and done with...
I probably would write anything about today yet, I only got out of bed 3.5 hours ago. And for some reason I had the feeling that I was running all night rather than sleeping. My heart was pumping blood around my body about 110 times a minute. Weird.
Anyway, there is the photo you've all been waiting for:
No, just a second, I'm still choosing...














Did you see it?
Just kidding, I haven't posted it yet :D
There it is...
http://img2.exs.cx/img2/4706/Dscn0023.jpg
I hope that worked...
Ok. If it did, you have just seen what the author of this original piece of text looks like.
If you haven't... don't blame me, it's all the computer's fault!!!
I'll write something later...

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Today had an absolutely fantastic beginning. In inverted commas. I've lost the third contact lens for the past 5 weeks. The first one was lost under the same conditions as today. It made a 360 degree turn on my finger (risky) and fell down into... nowhere. Or somewhere on the bathroom floor. And I was standing there, staring into my half-blurred, half-confused face sadly reflecting in the mirror. I spent 20 minutes crawling around the bathroom floor and looking for it, but it was gone. I had to get over it. And throw away the other lens because it couldn't serve its purpose without its partner. How touching. That was only after 6 days of wearing them. Young they were.
Being an idiot, I went swimming in a brand new pair of lenses just 3 days after that. And the next day I swore an oath that I shall never do that again. You can guess what happened.
And today, almost a month without any tragic events, it happened again. So I'll have to spend the whole summer in glasses. Not that it really matters, nobody can see me at home apart from my parents, my sister and my cat. And not that glasses make me look bad, it's just that these particular ones don't suit me.
Anyway, now that I've made sure you are all nice and bored by the 4th paragraph... Let me post another picture of myself. If dad will finally stop talking on the phone, and if he's bothered to put that pic on a floppy, and if the floppy is tasty enough for my laptop.
By the way, yesterday I managed to copy about 25 files and the drive didn't utter a word of objection. But for the past 18 hours it's been spitting out strange noises randomly. Don't ask me why. Ask the drive. Hack into my computer. My IP is...
Yeah, like I'd tell anyone :D Not that you can't do a trace.
*stops giving potentially harmful ideas to the audience*
Sorry...
What was I saying again... The picture. Ah, it sucks. You can't even see me on there. I'll post one that is worth posting. Some time later.
What else...
I went to town today. Had to help mum with shopping. And got a few bruises here and there, like I usually do when a manual task is more complex than carrying heavy weights from one large open area to another one. But now I'm back to my room, the challenge is over.
I currently have nothing to do. Or actually I have a lot to do and don't know where to start from. I always make huge plans for the summer and never have the time to carry out 75% of them. And making a schedule won't help. Vacations and schedules just don't mix.
I guess I'll go right now. And find myself something to do. And think of a way to make this thread less pointless. Because I simply can't make it any more pointless than it already is.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Yesterday I finally decided to organise my time. And it more or less worked. I found stuff to read and I didn't end up spending hours and hours surfing the web in search of something that might (or perhaps might not) be of any use.
The contact lens story had a bad ending. I found it eventually. It was stuck to some skin cream container (I don't remember the last time I used that sh*t) under the mirror. The complex mechanics that got the lens to fall on that tube are still a mystery to me. It was supposed to fall downwards , not sideways. And when I found it, it had already undergone rigor mortis and couldn't be revived with water. Sad story.
I have a pic of what I look like in glasses, but I can't post it now because dad wouldn't let me copy it from his camera before the evening. So I don't even know if the photo sucks or not. This certainly sucks.
What else...(will I ever stop writing the same f*cking words all the time???)
I'm basically feeling less depressed now. Depressed (for me) = realising that something sucks and couldn't be helped. I completely detest situations where I can't do anything at all. Because my oversized self-confidence wouldn't let my brain understand the fact that not everything is within my control. So I convince myself that everything is. And since it's not, I feel like a total failure.
Ok enough of the complex amateur psychology. I write too much about the inside of my mind anyway. Potentially exposing weak points. I'm an idiot.
Why did I just write all this?
Ok... Nothing too interesting happened to me. Maybe I should try to write a story or something. Or draw something. I need to become more imaginative. Just that it all converges at the same point: nothing to write about/nothing to draw. Or actually the inability to make the choice out of so many options. Because I'd spend more time asking myself why I chose that particular 'thing' rather than on the actual creativity behind it.
Whatever. I don't understand myself sometimes.
I'll try to solve the above problems by the next time I post in here. Like I usually try.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

There is nothing new to post about. Again. Apart from the fact that I am getting interested in art again. I used to be a very artistic person until I was about 12 years old. Back then I could draw or paint using anything and it would have looked better than the same thing drawn/painted by me now. Lack of practice.
Today I'll probably go online very very late. Like 2 a.m. or something. I keep spending every evening in front of my laptop and this has to stop. Today? Tomorrow.
Great. Nothing to post again. Wonderful. I'm starting to get pissed at myself because this is becoming so much like the journal I keep at home. I'll post a pic of it some time and I'll give 10 kilograms of virtual ice cream to anyone who can tell me what it says :D
Not just because it's in a different language, but also because my handwriting is chicken-scratch and even I can't read it sometimes. Even in English.
Today I intend to.... do the same as yesterday. Sit there blaming myself for being boring. And trying to find a synonym for boring so that at least something is different the next time.
As I have noticed, the average number of readers of this thread is decreasing. Ask my calculator. I am not surprised. Are you? (If you are reading this, you probably aren't either).
Should I post more pics of myself? Yeah right, to get the average down to zero. No, bad idea.
Should I start writing fiction about myself? I could try... But then again, I need a plot, not a string of elaborate adjectives linked to nouns linked to verbs in a grammatically correct order. I need something to tie all of this together. Now I know why my English essays always sucked. Actually I knew that all the time. And I was told that all time. Whatever.
Another 7 paragraphs that attempted to describe the concept of an empty cranium. Or a cranium that is as good as empty, I wouldn't really go about saying there's nothing inside it because I'm still alive. And by the way, it's 8 paragraphs.
Why do all pictures of me that are taken by dad end up so not presentable? Seriously, my mum does a much better job. I'll ask her to make a photo of me today if she has the time.
I guess I've completely exhausted my (relevant) vocabulary for this....this....see what I mean?
See you at 2. If I'm there at 2. There is where? Ok, I'll go before I start another long argument with myself, trying to disprove whatever I'm trying to prove.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I actually have something to write about for once.
Yesterday evening I couldn't be bothered to go to the gym, so I decided to find an alternative. It wasn't hard to find: the staircase is right in front of the house. So at 8 p.m. I started going up and down the stairs for an hour under the slowly darkening sky. Mum and dad weren't home, so I was completely alone. Lovely time.
Then the light that automatically switches on when something moves in a certain region at night suddenly switched on.
*tension-raising music*
And then it switched off like it normally does.
*tension drops*
But then I realised that it couldn't have been my cat, because I hadn't seen anything black and fluffy run around in that area.
So I just continued going up and down the stairs.
10 minutes later it happened again. But this time I saw something blurred and gray (blurred because I didn't wear glasses, and gray because it was quite dark). It was that stray cat keeps intimidating Fluffy. Boring. I expected something more thriller-type-of-thing. At least in terms of the general atmosphere it created. And that animal had to ruin it.
In the evening I felt like drawing something so I took out my pencil and pastels and sat in front of my paper block for half an hour, wondering what to draw. Typical. A situation parallel to what happens whenever I write this.
In the end I opened up my Physics book in the Astrophysics section and drew some stars and a nebula. Then I put a cube in the middle of the picture. And then that digital camera had to make it all blurred. So now it looks like nothing :(
Today I'll probably post links to my older drawings (like when I was 12 or younger). I took a look at them and came to the conclusion that I've gotten much worse at drawing than I used to be.
*sighs*
I guess I have to disconnect now. No psychological analysis on my mind this time.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

6 views since I posted my last entry. Not that bad.
Yesterday was the most un-entertaining day of my life. I got out of bed at 12pm and couldn't be bothered to do anything ever since. I did read a bit of new information from my Physics book, but that was the only constructive activity for the entire 12 hours until the day officially ended. I neither went to the gym nor did I run up and down the stairs. And I regret it, even though the effects of my idleness haven't shown yet.
Today I broke my record for getting out of bed late. 12:30pm. Not the latest ever, once it was 4pm, but that was due to jetlag. And during the Easter holiday it was 2pm. I'm talking about this particular holiday, the summer when I was supposed to be active, making progress in everything and becoming more versatile (which is why I started drawing again and why I'm thinking of starting to play the guitar and piano again after 2 years without practice). And instead of carrying out any of my not-so-far-fetched plans I get up at 12pm. Shame on me.
Today I'll change.
*dramatic silence*
Maybe.
Oh I just remembered that I didn't completely waste my time yesterday. I wrote in my other journal (the one in the language that hardly anyone around here would understand) last night, just before it turned today. So I guess the day wasn't a total waste of time. I'll post a pic of the journal once I remember to make one.
Today... The very beginning of today was good. Before I went to bed. You can guess where I was. Yes, online.
I intend to do something useful in the remaining 8 hours. Wish me luck.
I have nothing else to write for now. And spamming in here shouldn't become one of my bad habits. I might be back today. Or maybe not.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I am currently uploading photos to imageshack (don’t worry, they are not photos of me) so I decided to open good old Microsoft Word and type in some not very exciting (as usual) details about the past 24 (more like 27 or 28) hours.
Finished uploading. Switched off dad’s computer. Turned the lights off in the other room. And when I go online I’ll post the image here. There is the journal that I have mentioned so many times:
http://img49.exs.cx/img49/3284/journal01.jpg
Most of you probably thought it was in Russian or Greek when I said that it was in a different language :D If it looks difficult to read, I’ll have to admit that it is. When I’m writing I’m either nervous and my hands are shaking, therefore my handwriting is chicken-scratch, or I’m relaxed and I write really fast, with the same outcome. This time it was a combination of both.
Now about the events in my interesting life. Yesterday (Tuesday that is) I went for a run followed by a swim at night. Then I went online, and after that I went to bed. At 3:30 a.m. And I had to wake up at 8. I overslept as usual (9), got mum to be really pissed at me (for numerous reasons, all of them being perfectly valid) and… and then I just came home. Where I continued with my very routine routine (see what all that routine does to my vocabulary). And I ate a lot. A LOT. Ice cream, followed by an identical ice cream, followed by another ice cream. And ice-cream was by far not the only thing I tried fixing my depressed (due to laziness) mood.
As a result at 10pm I decided to go for a swim. Again. I ran 100 laps around the pool (it’s about 8x4 metres, so the total distance is still quite small) and swam another 50 inside it (and I was sad enough to count laps in both cases). And I didn’t wear any shoes while running. I regret it now. The only advantage is that I could say I don’t need to try walking on glowing coal in order to know what it feels like. I’ll be experiencing that lovely sensation during the next few days for free . There goes my motto again: I am an idiot.
What else could I write about… Well, nothing. That sums it up. I’ll just connect online now and post the pics (yes, the one you’ve seen 2 minutes ago is one of them).

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I am back to fill your brains with some dull happenings.
By the way I completely forgot to mention that the journal the picture of which I posted yesterday is full of grammatical mistakes. For 2 reasons:
a) I don’t think when I write. I only scribble something out when I either don’t like the way it looks after I wrote it or I strongly suspect I didn’t write what I was supposed to.
b) The last time I actually looked at the sentence structure section of a book was a year ago. Just like at any other section.
c) I avoid relying on the dictionary unless I’m desperately stuck. The consequence of that is a sparse and wrong vocabulary combined with extensive repetition.
And if anyone wants to see my writing the way it looks in English, I could write a sample page and take a photo of it. Warning: You shall be shocked.
Ok. Now about my day.
I slept until 12 again. After that – internet, Physics book, internet, gym, swimming pool, and now internet. My day is so full of life that I could write a whole line about it! Even two!
Tomorrow I’m going to town again. I’m going to go for a walk, one of my destinations being that limited video club where I hope to find a thriller/sci-fi/any good movie worth watching. I have to widen my knowledge about movies now that it’s summer and I have some time and the access to my dad’s laptop (my only but very good DVD player) hasn’t been denied to me yet. I really do hope I find something. I do not intend to get up at 9am and walk around in the heat for 2 hours for nothing.
I guess I have nothing else to write about now.
I’ll just go online now and see if there are any new posts anywhere.
Strange (or not so strange)... I have less readers now. Only 4 this time.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I have not bothered to write the sample page I promised to write yesterday. At least I admit it.
The day went as expected. Almost.
No long walks in the sun.
*sigh of both relief and regret*
The video club had decent movies. In fact very good ones. Though most of them were out :P as usual.
At home – the surprise of my life. No exaggeration. My air conditioner was dripping water (in the rare case where I preferred wasting energy to suffocating) so some people finally came to fix it.
And guess what. It turned out that I had an entire wasp nest inside one of the tubes (or wherever it was in the air conditioner). And I was always wondering where that wasp came from (one day about 5 months ago there was a wasp walking along the edge of my dustbin in circles over and over again. I put a plastic bag over it and turned the bin upside down, and since it had holes in it I could observe the wasp. Until I got bored and just carried it outside).
Basically that’s where it came from. A long explanation for something as simple as that. I’m way too wordy.
[cliché] What else? [/cliché]
Well, that was all I could really say. Apart from the fact that I went for a swim in the evening again. Although now I’m as familiar with that as I am with brushing my teeth. So I shouldn’t really bother writing about it. The only reason I would is to take up more space so it doesn’t look like my posts are too short. I’m weird.
And now I’ll go online (once again, I’m in Microsoft Word).
Not any more

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Today was just as eventful as any other day. You get the point. I couldn’t write the sample either. I promise I would do so tomorrow. Now depending on whether by the time I post it it would be today or already tomorrow… Dammit, time zones… Although for Olga it is already tomorrow… Ok, I’ll rephrase it. To Olga (who had experienced the horror of having to decipher my handwriting already), I promise that I would post that sample of written English text by tomorrow :P I guess that leaves me 48 hours… No, 47. Ah, I’ll manage. Not like it’s a big deal anyway. I’m probably the only one who cares if I post it or not.
So, today…. Should I just skip the usual stuff? I guess so.
The only ‘event’ was that I played chess against dad again (we used to play 2 games a day but now that I’m in my room most of the time it’s 2 games a week). He lost the first two (it happens occasionally, not as frequent as 1-1 but not as rare as me losing both) and then we decided to play another one, and… he lost it. But I wouldn’t really count the last one as a true victory because he did something very stupid at the very beginning so that had an obvious impact on the game.
That’s about it. Nothing else worth writing about. So in order to make this post more interesting (or maybe more off-putting, I’ll come to all the necessary conclusions after my next post, when I check how many views there were) I have decided to post another pic of myself. I wouldn’t put it in the member picture thread for 2 reasons:
1) Everyone would comment on my red nose and call me Rudolph because my nose is red in that photo because I was going through a semi-mild fit of laughter (my parents kept making funny comments).
2) It would soon become insignificant and lost in the >70 pages.
Enough talking about it, there it is:
Today was just as eventful as any other day. You get the point. I couldn’t write the sample either. I promise I would do so tomorrow. Now depending on whether by the time I post it it would be today or already tomorrow… Dammit, time zones… Although for Olga it is already tomorrow… Ok, I’ll rephrase it. To Olga (who had experienced the horror of having to decipher my handwriting already), I promise that I would post that sample of written English text by tomorrow :P I guess that leaves me 48 hours… No, 47. Ah, I’ll manage. Not like it’s a big deal anyway. I’m probably the only one who cares if I post it or not.
So, today…. Should I just skip the usual stuff? I guess so.
The only ‘event’ was that I played chess against dad again (we used to play 2 games a day but now that I’m in my room most of the time it’s 2 games a week). He lost the first two (it happens occasionally, not as frequent as 1-1 but not as rare as me losing both) and then we decided to play another one, and… he lost it. But I wouldn’t really count the last one as a true victory because he did something very stupid at the very beginning so that had an obvious impact on the game.
That’s about it. Nothing else worth writing about. So in order to make this post more interesting (or maybe more off-putting, I’ll come to all the necessary conclusions after my next post, when I check how many views there were) I have decided to post another pic of myself. I wouldn’t put it in the member picture thread for 2 reasons:
1) Everyone would comment on my red nose and call me Rudolph because my nose is red in that photo because I was going through a semi-mild fit of laughter (my parents kept making funny comments).
2) It would soon become insignificant and lost in the >70 pages.
Enough talking about it, there it is:
And now I’ll go online and find the picture and post this.
Today was just as eventful as any other day. You get the point. I couldn’t write the sample either. I promise I would do so tomorrow. Now depending on whether by the time I post it it would be today or already tomorrow… Dammit, time zones… Although for Olga it is already tomorrow… Ok, I’ll rephrase it. To Olga (who had experienced the horror of having to decipher my handwriting already), I promise that I would post that sample of written English text by tomorrow :P I guess that leaves me 48 hours… No, 47. Ah, I’ll manage. Not like it’s a big deal anyway. I’m probably the only one who cares if I post it or not.
So, today…. Should I just skip the usual stuff? I guess so.
The only ‘event’ was that I played chess against dad again (we used to play 2 games a day but now that I’m in my room most of the time it’s 2 games a week). He lost the first two (it happens occasionally, not as frequent as 1-1 but not as rare as me losing both) and then we decided to play another one, and… he lost it. But I wouldn’t really count the last one as a true victory because he did something very stupid at the very beginning so that had an obvious impact on the game.
That’s about it. Nothing else worth writing about. So in order to make this post more interesting (or maybe more off-putting, I’ll come to all the necessary conclusions after my next post, when I check how many views there were) I have decided to post another pic of myself. I wouldn’t put it in the member picture thread for 2 reasons:
1) Everyone would comment on my red nose and call me Rudolph because my nose is red in that photo because I was going through a semi-mild fit of laughter (my parents kept making funny comments).
2) It would soon become insignificant and lost in the >70 pages.
Enough talking about it, there it is:
http://img12.exs.cx/img12/1572/me_again.jpg
And now I’ll go online and find the picture and post this.
And once I post it I'll see how bad it is.
Sh*t, I didn't copy the link properly so I have to go to imageshack again. *idiot*
Ok, sorted that out.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Bad picture. Very bad. Very very bad. I thought I had made it lighter but that camera f*cked it up.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Date: 25/07/2004. Simply put, I wrote it yesterday. I mean the thing you are about to see.
http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v360/gintonic/handwriting.jpg
here.
This is my handwriting. If you were wondering, I was not drunk.
Today – have a guess.
Oh and I removed that hideous picture from the post before my previous post so that nobody else gets to see it (I mean apart from those who already did). I think it worked. I just removed it from imageshack. Anyway I’m switching to photobucket now that they accept new members.
I don’t want to waste more time describing my day.
Now I'll go and improve my sig.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

It's been a while since I posted here...
Yesterday was the 27th... Real life - insipid. GW life - not too bad.
Today was basically the same as yesterday. Only that I did something fun in the swimming pool. I pulled off the following stunt:
I swam from one edge to the other as fast as I could, and without stopping to stand up or anything pulled myself out of the water (without using the ladder - I never use ladders in pools) and rolled as far away from it as I could. As a result I tore some skin on my elbow and scratched my knee, but I don't even feel it now and I enjoyed the stunt. Thanks to mum, who, having miraculously found some free time, went for a swim too and kept tickling my feet so I needed to get away from her. I succeeded - she had only reached the middle of the pool by the time I stood up outside it. I need to try out more stunts.
Weird day it was.
I currently have nothing to do, but I'll find something to do, I'm quite sure about that.
Now I need to go and find out ways to attract more people to the Pool of Knowledge.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Alright, I hope that what happens right now would not be the same as yesterday.
Explanation: I posted a very long piece of text in here while the forums were being upgraded, and as a result I lost the whole post. And, being me, I didn't save it either.
Let's start with Thursday. In the morning was the worst catastrophe of the year - clothes shopping. I had to wake up early, go to 3 shops, continously strip and un-strip, and in the end I almost got into a fight with my mum. Almost. I have the excuse that "I bought one top, okay, the trip to town wasn't pointless". (It was.)
HOW COULD I FORGET! THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY! On Thursday Olga's CDs arrived. Olga, you have great tastes in movies. I loved them. Except that...
What the f*ck is a cyclic redundancy check? Because of that stupid error message I couldn't watch the last 30 minutes of Battle Royale! I tried playing it on my laptop - D:\ is inaccessible. I tried copying it onto the desktop - after more than half of it was copied that stupid error message made me have to cancel it. What should I do? I really want to watch it until the end!
That was yesterday.
What else... Well... *wondering what to write*
Oh, yesterday I hardly got any sleep. Voluntarily. 3.5 hours in total. By 2am today there was something in front of my eyes obscuring the view (I eventually realised those were my eyelids) and I was almost typing with my nose (it had a tendency to fall on the keyboard whenever I dozed off). I'm surprised I didn't make any typos. Oh well, my nose is good at typing then...
Another silly aspect of my life. I recently shower using a bucket quite frequently. Why? Because the water in the shower is boiling. And the prospect of getting cooked in sizzling soap sauce is not the most pleasant one. So I fill up a bucket in the sink and pour it all over myself. A long and time-wasting process.
Today I jerked my head to the right rather suddenly. As a result it still reminds me of my idiocy whenever I want to look to the right. And after that I must have done something to my left ankle, because it sort of feels strange. Rotational symmetry for aching body parts, that's all I can say.
Today I intend to draw something finally. I hope I carry out my intention too. Now that I've got ideas...
I thought my last post was longer than this one. Which doesn't make sense. I must have forgotten half of it by now.
Whatever, I'll just stop writing this now. There's nothing to add. Yes, my life was interesting for the past 3 days (relatively exciting compared to what it was like before), but it's not like a movie or anything.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Only 9 new views. Meh.
And for those of you whose computer suffers from the same hard disk disorder (or more like half-way to complete dysfunction), I seriously have no clue why those apostrophes don't look like apostrophes at all. Tried every encoding that makes sense, and every time I got an even weirder symbol.
Today (I mean yesterday) was a normal day. A nice morning (what am I saying?! How could a morning possibly be nice?!)... Actually it was a nice morning. So it wasn't a normal day. Whatever, can I just stop repeating myself? (Alright, I'm supposed to be the one who can enable myself to stop writing nonsensical... nonsensical stuff, I'll put it simply).
Ok, so the beginning of the day was good.
Later on I finally got myself to draw something. It took me 3 hours and by the end of it my bed had pastel marks all over it and my hands looked like I've burnt them through friction. Things that red pastels can make me imagine... Though they seriously did look like that.
Evening - take a guess. Yes, the usual monotonous evening lifestyle has been strictly followed.
And right now I have nothing to do. So I'll post another picture.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v360/gintonic/me2.jpg
Seems to be the most decent picture of me when combined with my room ever made. Though I could be wrong. I'll only know after I press Alt+S.
*presses Alt+S*

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Dear Dia….
What the f*ck am I typing?! Ignore me.
Well, I came to a conclusion. Live in 1 and only 1 time zone, preferably your own. And this is how the conclusion got imprinted in my stubborn brain:
I stayed up until 3 a.m., got up at 8 a.m., and at 12 p.m. I decided to take 15 minutes off my general activity of time-wasting for a nap. At 1:30 I remember hearing “Get your ass out of bed and make me a cup of tea” from my mum. My ass refused to get out of bed, and I was quite satisfied with its decision. At 3:00 I woke up to “I still haven’t got my tea”. And even now, by 6:00, she still hasn’t got her tea. And she knows perfectly well that she wouldn’t. The main point was accomplished – I got up at 3. Fortunately. And spent the following hour wandering around the house in a state the symptoms of which could be attributed to both jetlag and hangover. I know what you are thinking when you look at my screen name, but it is in fact the first condition. Jetlag without any connection to jets.
And I thought today would be more constructive than yesterday. Most ridiculous of all, I would probably attempt the same thing tomorrow. Well, I got my 3 hours of sleep today, I’m not sure how long they would last for.
The school starting in slightly over a month, I took a look at my homework book. I wish I hadn’t. I assume you have all seen the picture of my handwriting. Then you may estimate how bad it looked. Wrong! It is far far worse. I couldn’t read it at all, so I only understood what certain parts of it meant to 'represent’ from my memory. Ah, I still have a month…
I feel like posting another pic to amuse my readers so they could have a laugh. If I could be bothered to open photobucket…
Never mind, the level of visual pollution in this thread is already adequate thanks to my contribution.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

My sense of time is seriously… Sense of time? I don’t seem to have one any longer. I got 2 hours of sleep at night due to my extreme lack of common sense: today I was supposed to go to town and buy books for the approaching school year. The names were written down on a sheet. The sheet was somewhere. And I was requested to find it before we left at 9 this morning. I did the following: went online, posted until 3, and then realised…. Sh*t, I don’t have the sheet. After ransacking half of my room, I finally discovered it in… I don’t remember where.
By 6 I was up and at GW. And by half past four in the afternoon out of bed, in which I’ve spent the past 5 hours. Great sense of organisation, isn’t it…
Nothing else that I could really comment on. Apart from the fact that I’m going to a party on Saturday. Hmmm when was the last time I’ve been to a party? Oh, I remember! My 500 posts party last week!
Erm… I’m out of things to write about… I’ll just go online and see what’s going on then…
*checks email*
What the f*ck! 263 new messages in my Inbox?! I thought I switched off the instant notification. Reply to post... Reply to post... Reply to post... And another 77 in my Bulk folder. I really have to double-check my settings.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Today is one of those days that starts off nicely and then gets spoilt by a surplus of free time.
I woke up at 5 am (after 3 hours of sleep), with the intention of spending a few hours at GW and going to town at around 9 am. Plenty of time to post. And the whole point of going to town was not lying in bed until midday (i.e. the trip didn’t matter to me in the least). Basically, something to occupy my activity-hungry brain cells (note that the activity may not always have a purpose).
Soon after going to GW I started a conversation that was too interesting to end for a trip to town. The conversation lasted around 5 hours, and after that I posted a few replies and left the internet. A nice Friday morning so far. (Am I getting the day of the week right?)
Later on I got confronted with my insipid real life. And absolutely no desire to get any afternoon sleep whatsoever. My dad partially killed some time for me by playing chess (I won 2 games, lost 1 – what was I ‘thinking’ – and ended one with a sudden stalemate. Another 45 minutes that I could get rid of in order to approach the time of my next visit to GW).
Then I suddenly realised that the deadline for the Art Contest is at the end of the month. In 25 days. Which led me to a frenzied search for ideas. This included bothering my mum about ideas, which I paid for because she didn’t take it seriously and therefore kept making jokes about it. They were funny, but I was simply in no mood for laughter. Well, I didn’t explain it that seriously either. Unless a whining, desperate idiot that walks around and bangs her head on the wall in an attempt to get chemical reactions going inside it looks serious.
Eventually I came up with something… and forgot what it was. I could only hope that I remember it by the time I come back from the gym, because that is when I’ll start drawing. I hope. Maybe the treadmill will inspire me… (How can a treadmill inspire me? I am an idiot).
And now I’m back to good old Microsoft Word to write this journal entry. Ignore the word ‘good’. During the time that this… ‘piece of software’ was loading I finished half of my dinner. And then it was rude enough to display some error message too. (I treated it the same way it treated me, ignoring the message). Computers these days…
Now I’ll just go online and see if anything has changed in my absence.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

What?! Only 4 views?! [/seriously pissed off]
Yes, I am online right now. Or actually about to disconnect so I don't waste 20 minutes of precious internet time.
The past two days were bad. And that is a euphemism.
For some reason I find it hard to get up early in the morning. When GW is at its most active. Yesterday I tried at 7:30, only to fall asleep in front of my laptop every time something was loading. 5 minutes of sleep for the operating system to load, another 5-minute nap while the desktop loads, and another 5 for the folder with the shortcut to cytanet and the address bar where I type the address in to load. And after having slept for 15 minutes, I just closed the folder and shut it down. And returned to my pillow. Today was not much different, except that I didn't even attempt anything. Just mentally failed at it.
Yesterday evening was a disaster. I went to a party. Before that I spent ages looking for something that didn't look too informal (I normally wear sporty-looking things, so formal doesn't quite describe my clothes). I would have been glad to put on the first thing that fell out of my wardrobe (even if it would have been a crumpled up pyjama top), but the girl who invited me was turning eighteen so I had to obey the rules. At least to a certain extent (which is what everyone did).
After 15 minutes of searching through every corner of my (and my mum's) room, I was more exhausted than after the 76.5 minutes of running on the treadmill that I had finished just half an hour before that. So I thought 'f*ck it, I'm wearing this and everyone leave me alone'. And luckily enough the time I thought that corresponded to the time I found something appropriate.
The first half of the nightmare finished. The second half started. I described the party in a poem that I posted in the Creative Writing forum (Poem: ? (Sorry, I am not in the mood to think of titles)) so I am not going to write it all out again.
After I came back, I went online and talked to Olga! I will really miss her. She is the one who introduced me to GW, which I am very thankful for.
Today... Ah, generally wasting time. Though I have read a few science articles so I did not completely waste my time.
Oh. There goes a rant:
Why does GW have to go through times when I get that stupid "Cannot find server" error message whereas all the other websites can be found at that time?! Or I get... What's that thing's name again? Ah, yes, trustedsearch.com. Well, f*ck you, trustedsearch.com, I was looking for gamewinners.com and I spelt it right too! So quit being a bitch and give me Gamewinners! Grrrrrrrrrr! And that lasted for 2.5 hours! I went completely insane and was at the point of begging my display to open the page I wanted it to open. Why does it happen? Why? Why? Why? Why?
WHY?????????
.................................................. ......................
As you can see, nothing drives me mad as much as dysfunctional technology. I ignore anything related common sense, proper vocabulary and self-control when a web page doesn't open. Annoying.
I guess I have nothing else to write about for now. I'll go connect now.
I am going to post something of interest for everyone in my next entry, so visit this thread more often!

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I wrote today's entry quite some time ago (just after that weird poem that I wrote around 9 hours ago and posted in the Creative Writing forum). So I guess I'll put it into a 'quotation box'. There it is:
My last journal entry in Microsoft Word seems to be from last Friday. And I am pretty sure I posted in the thread since then… Maybe I did not type it in Word though…
If there is something that pisses me off above all in this world is when the page cannot be f*cking displayed!!!! And this is what happened just forty minutes ago and still seems to be the case. Which is why I disconnected in the first place.
I will have to stay up all night today. For one simple reason – breaking this summer’s record, I got up after three p.m. and in order to get back to my time zone I will wait until next evening. And that after two hours of running (9:30-11:30 p.m., the weirdest possible time for exercise).
Okay, I’ll stop pouring out boring routine details.
Well, in 4 days I’m getting my AS Level results back. (AS = Advanced Subsidiary, the first half of the A (Advanced) Level, which is the last exam before University, i.e. I have 1 year of school left. And whether I go to a ‘good’ University or not depends on these exams. The results of which I am getting in 4 days).
I have just realised that most of the above paragraph was in brackets. Ah, who cares…
Hmm…
*Thinks about what to write*
Damn, I just lack any sense of imagination…
Life is the same as usual. What is there to write about.
Apart from the fact that I now have 1,000 posts. But half of GW would know about that by now.
Another thing that needs change – my sig. I need something new to attract people to the Public Group. I tried everything and it is not working. If you are reading this and have not voted yet, please do me the favour. And that does not mean that I intend to write the above few sentences in every entry from now on, I just felt like mentioning it this one time. As I do not want to discourage my few readers from reading on. Although there are enough reasons as to why this journal is not being viewed that often…
Though I wouldn’t know as I haven’t been to the forum in ages. And I forgot the number of views after posting my previous entry… Blah blah blah rant rant rant…
Sorry about that.
Right. I’ll go online and see if GW is working again. It better…
*5 minutes later*
This is worrying. WHY cannot the page be displayed?! Why? Why? Why?
*Sobs*
Whyyyyy?!?!
*30 minutes later*
This… is… absurd!!!!
Yes, another 45 minutes and it still does not work. The forums. Everything else on GW seems to work perfectly. Well funnily enough I only visit the forums…
Yes, I am off to restart my computer just for the f*ck of it…
And another 50 minutes… I’m switching on AIM…
That last line was written around four and a half hours ago. After that I chatted on AIM and eventually, when GW started working, I posted.
And now I am very :sleepy: and have another 10 hours to hold out (I hope).
Damn, my last entry was a week ago...

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Déjà vu in Microsoft Word… My long journal entry from last Sunday, full of complaints. Well, today I am attempting the same thing as a week ago. By the way the actual ‘holding out until late enough’ was successful. But the whole point of it was not accomplished – as I am trying to ‘return to my time zone’ once again. (And I bet it would not work again).
So, as I was saying, a particle is projected horizontally at…
Yes, it is pretty obvious what kind of nonsense I have been corrupting my mind with for the past 1.5 hours or so. The reasons are as follows:
OLGA IS COMING ON THE 26th !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…And leaving on the 9th of September. Which means that I have to get my homework out of the way before the drink feasts start, i.e. now. Well, homework and a bunch of other things.
As you may all have guessed, 1 AM was not the optimal time. I started grabbing my head in exaggerated pain by the time I finished the first question (out of 18, with another 57 in store to prolong the pleasure).
Why the f*ck did I do that if everyone was asleep? Semi-rhetorical question.
Not surprisingly, I wrote time, acceleration, displacement and velocities in whatever units I wanted. And scribbled them out. And misread the questions to such ridiculous extents that I laughed (quietly but) hysterically for, well, some time.
Adding music to the lovely mixture did not help. At all. I should have known. And in fact I did. But [an apparently reasonable excuse. Use your imagination, people].
Out of all the things I intended to write in this entry, I have so far written the most boring one.
Yes, my writing is still as bad. Or even worse. Whatever you saw in that picture with the English ‘text’ in it, only square rooted and then cubed. My numbers and letters have proved to share one common feature – they do not look the way they are supposed to. The rest is pointless to describe. I am pretty sure my Maths teacher would be more than happy to mutilate me whenever she gets the opportunity to do so after seeing it. It happens to be the reason for a myriad of arguments between me and the teacher, which have become a form of entertainment for the class by now.
Okay, let us go back a few days. Or to my birthday. I woke up in the worst mood at 1 PM and the highlights of the day were my party in C&P and the phone call from Olga. But they were certainly great enough to cancel out the boredom of real life. Not going into detail.
Yes… what else… Damn it! Nothing comes into my empty head. And consequently, nothing of interest comes out onto the screen. But typing feels so good after writing. I would have never thought of it that way until I experienced it…
Okay, I guess it is time to go online.
No, wait. The results I mentioned in the previous entry. Well, I got all As and the number of uniform marks (I am not going into the complexity of that. Believe me, it is complex) is high enough to more or less guarantee all As for the second half of the exam (done next year). But… I am not satisfied with my uniform marks. If I tell you why, you will all call me an arrogant, over-ambitious bitch and not read my journal ever again. So I shall not tell anyone.
Now I am going online.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Attempt-to-stay-up #5865865.
^ Is an exaggeration.
I have just finished molesting my brain cells. By my use of vocabulary it might seem that I hate mathematics. Which is far from the truth. I love it, but most of the questions I had to do were an insult to the subject.
No more details. It is 3:25 AM and I cannot wait to get online.
No more details about the homework is what I meant to say. Because I seem to have contradicted myself by stating the time… And could not be bothered to backspace it.
Yesterday was rather boring, as usual. The only thing that was not ‘as usual’ was the excess exercise. I just felt like running more and swimming more. And I cannot even call it a lot as it was never near my ‘records’.[/showing off, once again]
I should quit using pseudo-vB-code. It is not original any more.
Even though I am far from depression, I am getting the impression that I currently sound like it.
Alright, I shall talk about cheerful stuff. Olga is coming in one day!
And 75% of GW is aware of that by now. The other 25% are n00bs.
Well, I have quite a lot to do in the next 24 hours. And I have a feeling that I would not accomplish it. Not just because I am highly likely to spend half of that time dozing my lazy arse off. Meh, I will think of something (i.e. I will come up with a desperate solution when I have no choice).
I have just realised that the number of my attempt has repetitive numbers (and that this sentence has repetitive words, to be completely nit-picky).
And I do not know the point of the above sentence being where it is.
Right… I am afraid that this entry has been very disappointing to anyone who reads my journal. Because this entry looks like an elaborate description of what ‘nothing’ is.
Olga’s signature does not advertise this particular journal. I just hope that my friend is not suspected of anything.
No, I am not going to clarify the above sentence :P
Well, today I am certainly in a strange mood. Or my writing is, at least…
Now I am going to check my email before I get fully involved in raising my post count. If I discover unread emails from last week (which I might as it was my birthday, after all), I shall feel very bad.
Anyway, not keeping your browser window and attention any longer…

My suspicions have proven to be reasonable. And I do feel rather bad right now.
4:10 AM. Joy.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

First day of school. And this is the last year (i.e. next year is university, which I am going to apply to shortly).
The day went fine. The first one hour and forty minutes were all about school rules, etc., with our form teacher, whom we meet with the way we did today only 3-4 times a year.
Then those unlucky four (out of thirty) people who have decided to take Economics went to their lesson, whereas the rest of us were hanging around and not doing anything. I have heard quite a variety of comments concerning the beauty of two new girls in the grade just below us. I am not saying that I never catch myself thinking “They look good” or “They are ugly”, but entire conversations and arguments about opinions based purely on personal taste are rather boring. Not to criticise my classmates, as we were all pretty bored at the time.
During the first mathematics lesson (in which we learned new information) I was fighting against my sleep (having woken up at 4 AM) and could just about keep my eyes open (now my mathematics teacher might hate me for my handwriting, which I do find absurd, but I would not want her to think that I do not care about her subject, since I do). After the break, I was more alert and switched to my standard ‘maths lesson mode’: do not listen to what you are told concerning what questions to do, just do all of them as efficiently as possible, since that improves skill and spares the trouble of having to do homework.
After that was my favourite subject: Physics. We have not started the course yet, but I am looking forward to it.
On the whole, the day went well. My classmates are friendly people, and the subjects I have taken are the ones I am fascinated by.
On my arrival home I was to have an unpleasant shock. MY CURTAINS ARE IN THE WASHING. Now my window is on ground floor, with the housekeeper’s house right next to it. I do not have any grudge against the housekeeper, but I strongly appreciate my privacy, therefore I needed something to cover the windows up.
Having looked through my wardrobe, I found some bedclothes. The type that is put onto the mattress, and it had elastic bands at the corners. I attached it to the rail on top, or rather pulled it on, connecting it around the rail with a safety pin. Then I realised that it kept curving because of the elastic bands, so I put a heavy old electric pencil sharpener that has not worked since a week after it was bought into the curving bit on one end, pinning the two bits of cloth around it, and a small umbrella on the other one. It is a weird construction.
And there is one thing that is bothering me. The bedclothes are PINK. I do not have anything against the colour, apart from the fact that my eyes personally find it hideous. And now I have pink light shining into my room through the bedclothes on the window. Although if I concentrate on my computer, I can ignore it. It is just a colour.
It seems that my parents do not care about the internet limits any more, considering that my wires are not taken away, although I am still a bit uncertain. Well, the fact that I am no longer asked how much time I spend online is definitely progress. I just hope it continues that way and the restrictions are forgotten.
Well, I am going online now. Posting time!
Meh, could not be bothered to proofread. Alt + S.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Yes, exactly a week passed (well, and a few hours). During these seven days I have accustomed to a rather unusual lifestyle: I tend to wake up at 4 AM and go to sleep at 10 PM. Considering that it used to be almost the other way round just over a week ago…
I also have a tendency to take a nap at breaktimes. Or rather close my eyes and relax. On several occasions teachers have come up to me, asking me if I am alright. Oh well, they do have a reason to worry.
It has finally happened. After four schooldays of arriving to school one minute late, today it happened to be slightly more – 8 minutes – which meant that I could no longer take advantage of the fact that teachers are humans just like everyone else, and therefore have that certain imperfection as far as punctuality is concerned.
Ironically enough, the one time that I was ready on time and half-sacrificed my breakfast in order to be, my dad had to start his breakfast the very moment that we were supposed to leave. (Actually, waking up early has greatly increased –
Slight interruption
OMG THERE ARE GUESTS AT THE HOUSE AND I AM ONLY WEARING A T-SHIRT AND UNDERWEAR AND THEY SAW ME THROUGH THE NET ON THE VERANDA UNTIL I MANAGED TO GRASP WHAT WAS GOING ON AND PULLED THE TRANSLUCENT CURTAINS OVER THE BOTTOM PART OF MY BODY
[/paranoid]
Seriously, that was rather… unexpected. I only realised what happened when dad said: “This is my daughter” and they replied: “Nice to meet you” or something.
[/interruption]
- my abilities to do things quickly and get ready within a matter of minutes. Since no matter how early I wake up, I am always in a hurry by the time I disconnect. And today I stayed online until the very moment I left (getting dressed etc. while websites were loading).
Right now my parents left for dinner with the guests and I have to babysit my sister (or rather try my best not to wake her up). In the meanwhile I have to search for university courses in 6 UK universities (and post, of course).
Well, I am going online then…

[Klown's Split Bitch]

This last week was… Damn, I forgot that adjective that I was going to type. If I was going to in the first place.
I need more sleep. Next week I shall undoubtedly switch back to ‘normal’ – 6 AM rather than 4. I have no intention to worry any more classmates and/or teachers. I should simply post faster.
My brain needs defragmenting. If it disentangled my hard drive to an extent, it might as well work on me.
Today was ‘eventful’. For the first time I was more efficient than harmful at shopping this morning. Once at home, I went online (you did not expect that, did you :D). And once when I was going through the corridor back to my room (actually running rather than just going), I somehow managed to whack my left foot against the edge of the wall. Of course, I fell and caused a lot of unnecessary noise, apart from ‘ow’. My mum heard that and was there in an instant, too see me lying in a position that created the impression that I was trying to hug the floor. After the rhetorical question “Are you insane?!” she suggested (without the ‘no thanks’ option) to put ice on it. Now that hurt. And, most painful of all: “If you run like that again, I shall take away your computer wires”. Luckily, her anger faded quickly.
After that I made a pig out of myself. As I have been doing for the past few days. Knowing the consequences, I have come to the conclusion that the gym would be more than appropriate. And I spent 2.5 hours running. Fifteen minutes short of my record so far. I hope it worked.
*Looks in mirror*
It does not want to answer, for some reason. Never mind.

Tomorrow will be a busy day. Homework is one of the tasks that I shall be obliged to complete. And a very large one too. That is what happens to people who are only capable of working near the deadlines.
I guess I can go online now…

[Klown's Split Bitch]

And another week has passed (was it a week?) since my last post here. Same conditions in terms of what I have just done, just half an hour less this time. I am a lazy pig. And in fact I looked like one too just before the two-hour run. Serves me right for neglecting the significance of exercise for an entire week.
But now that I am back to normal, I will take a photo of myself once my hair dries.
My hair is getting rather uncomfortably outgrown (Olga would laugh her arse off when she reads this), but I will see how long I can grow it before it gets out of my control (knowing myself, I can say that will happen soon).
Olga, the webcam is great! Thanks again! I have not yet figured out how to do some stuff on it, but I will soon enough. After all, there is always the instruction manual if I get stuck. :D
On the whole, the week sucked. But I managed to get some sleep. At the expense of posts and instant messenger conversations :(. I have not been on AIM for three days, not to mention MSN (a month or so). Well, this weekend I will definitely have more time…
What else… How could I forget. At the moment I have to deal with university applications. A lot of bureaucracy. And I hate bureaucracy. But I guess I would have to cope with it for once.
I am bitching again. I have spent the entire week using every opportunity to complain, whether it was appropriate or not. I feel stupid and annoying because of it, and will try to avoid it in the future.
Tomorrow will be another homework-filled day. Normal people work during the week and rest on Sundays. I rest during the week and work on Sundays. But I guess it would improve my working-under-pressure abilites :D.
On Wednesday I got myself a physics book in the library (in fact, I arrived at the school library two seconds after the librarian closed it for breaktime, but being a nice person, she opened it for me. Thank you again, Miss :)). It is addictive in places, though I do have trouble understanding some stuff because it is not quite at my level of knowledge.
My hair has dried. More or less. Picture time!
*Takes pictures*
My floppy drive better work today.

Screw dysfunctional floppy drives. I guess I would have to connect online from my dad’s laptop after all…
*Connects online*
Argh! It keeps disconnecting. Or rather not connecting at all. This is when I realise the true value of my old box. It hardly ever fails at that.

Wow! I was about to give it up when it finally worked.

Okay, I will go and get myself some water while the pics get submitted. I am completely dehydrated.

That was quicker than expected. So I guess it is time to connect from here then. I can more or less ‘guesstimate’ the urls of the pics, so I randomly pick:
http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v360/gintonic/webcam2.jpg

Well, I guess it is time to go online then.
Actually, I will go on AIM and post this later. If I go to GW now, my fingers would get glued to the keyboard.

*Five minutes pass*
*Fingers get glued to keyboard*
Never mind. The temptation caused by being online was too great to ignore.

I wonder if the pic works...

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I am out of time, and have spent the past *looks at watch* five or so hours online. Which means that I have to go offline now.
I spent the time between 9 PM and 12 AM last night doing homework (in fact, the full amount of it rather than the remains), and therefore took a nice fifteen-minute nap at second break at school.
I wonder if the table in the art room - the relatively quiet place where I spend my breaktimes - actually leaves a temporary mark on my face afterwards. I mean, I never check...

Today we have found out that the fumes from the very old (I use 'very old' because nobody apart from the former chemistry teacher who left two years ago knows the exact age) sample (0.5kg) of the highly toxic silicon tetrachloride that our current teacher wisely decided to 'disturb' (i.e. it fused with the container during all those years, so it would not open, so the teacher hammered on it with something) following the advice of one of my classmates, corroded away the insides of the fume cupboard, and there was a dark green spot on the floor just under it. All of us laughed our arses off.
Tomorrow it seems that I would completely finish dealing with all my university application stuff, finally. After that, I would just have to sit and wait for replies...
What else... Seriously, so many things happen and I forget half of them (75% of them being something like 'I hit my head against the top of the fridge and a bump came out').
Today I have realised what a sad person I am. During maths lesson, we learnt about collisions (again) and the teacher said: "Imagine that you run and hit a wall". I was for some strange reason close to hysterics (and remembered all the times that I ran and hit a wall. Well, not all of them, that would be too many to remember).
Anyway, I do not think that reading about my school would be of much interest to anyone, so I would just complete this post with what I originally started it for in the first place: The picture of me in the lab coat. Now I know that it is not the best picture (and I should have worn more clothes under the lab coat than I did), but since I said I would post it, here it is:
http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v360/gintonic/labcoat.jpg
Erm, enjoy.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Today was not bad. School started 1.5 hours later than usual so I got plenty of time online in the morning. And even the fact that GW did not work has turned out to be an advantage - I managed to talk on AIM without saying 'Just a second, I need to post' all the time.
In the afternoon I went on an educational trip with my class (and the class below - all but one of the people who decided to go being physics students). We visited a power station to see how it works. At first I did not find it particularly exciting - seeing huge pipes and hearing non-stop low-pitched humming was not my kind of thing, and the teacher suggested that I 'kill our tour guide with questions' since I am normally the one who asks about all the not-exactly-relevant-to-the-curriculum information (i.e. I tend to show curiosity).
Well, I told her I could not think of anything at the moment, but when we went into the control room things got more interesting. I have decided to be polite and made a few enquiries about this and that, and then we left.
I was supposed to be dropped off at school, but since my house was 'on the way' (actually not my house, but the area next to it), I left the bus on the highway. After that I have expressed the wish to get home the fun way, i.e. by walking in the four o'clock heat with a ten-kilogram rucksack on my shoulders, but my mum showed a lot of resistance to the idea, so I had to wait for her. I would have rather walked, since she arrived twenty minutes late. Although that was understandable.
After I came home, I spent the rest of the day online, until now that is. Really, this thread deserves its title.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

The more often I post here, the less views I get. Seriously. In a week I gather about seven views if I am lucky, but this time it was just two. TWO! This is annoying.

Today, for the first time this term, I actually arrived to school on time (as in properly on time, not just by luck). And the day was generally boring.
Apart from the fact that in General Studies we are going to have debates as of next week. Yay! Our General Studies lesson will be like a Pool of Knowledge No.2. W00T!

And I strongly risk alienating anyone in my class whom I have not yet alienated by my eccentricity. But I have already done that thousands of times, so people are used to it, I mean to me, by now.

I might be paranoid, but I very much fear that we are not going to finish the course on time. We = our class. If only I were in the class that left last year...
(I could have been - I was offered to skip a grade when I was eleven but I refused for a variety of reasons, one of them being the fact that I am one of the youngest people in my class anyway - and I have regretted it ever since).
But seriously, I am worried. I have no reason to (if I try to explain, it would take me a while, and it would be confusing), but I am still worried.
My application forms are done. I hope to send one of them tomorrow, and the other one would be sent online by the school. I am really excited about everything - this is the time when the rest of my life is being determined, basically. Patience, patience...

I hate that word.

What else... Lack of imagination, as usual, is it not?

Oh, oh! I remember now! FRIDAY IS OFF! FRIDAY IS OFF! FRIDAY IS OFF! FRIDAY IS OFF! FRIDAY IS OFF!
Hooray for Cyprus Independence Day. I am not saying this for any political reasons - I am simply happy that I would have a three-day weekend as a result. :)
A four-day week sounds just perfect.

Nothing else comes into my empty cranium. Apart from the trillion (according to my biology teacher) nerve impulses passing into and out of the brain every second. Big, baffling numbers. If I were to make my own theory about my brain, I would say five at the most. Per hour.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I could not be bothered to post in this thread for over a week. I wonder if it still exists… (Well, if I actually post this, then it obviously does).
I have just returned home from a rather spontaneously organised class outing to the bowling alley. And I am not in the best of moods. Not because I was first from the end by 22 points and was the gutterball expert (in fact, my score sheet looked something like:
Gutterball | 3 points | 6 points | Gutterball | Strike (such fluke) | 1 point | Gutterball | Some points | Gutterball | Some points |
Basically, I was not upset for that reason. It is just that I must be creating the impression that anything not said in a polite way to me would scar me forever. Which is BS. But I have probably become a stereotype (or rather look like one) in the seven years that I have spent at this school, so I doubt that I could change anything. Not like it really matters – I am on very friendly, even if rather distant, terms with everyone.
There were some good aspects of the outing – there was really nice ultraviolet light that made everything glow, and the shoes I got were easy to use - okay, long story: the smallest of the adult sizes were too big, so I had to take the largest of the kid sizes (they were a bit too tight, but whatever, nothing is perfect), and they had straps instead of shoelaces (i.e. I did not have to tie them :D). Yes, I know that sounds stupid, but I remember catching myself wondering whether I knew how to tie shoelaces or not. Having done that just an hour before that thought.
What else… The week passed by very quickly. I finally sent all the application forms (actually, the school sent them), and I have a Biology test on Monday which I have not revised for (busy Sunday in front of me, as usual).
My phone is completely breaking down, making destructive decisions about stuff by itself, but it is still working, at least.
I cannot think of anything else for now, so I will just go online and see if I can post this.

Wow, I actually got more views...

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I was going to post this about 5 hours ago, but kept forgetting...
Originally posted by me in Microsoft Word this morning
Was that two weeks? It seems to take something like having no access to the internet in order for me to post in this thread (or rather, to get it ready in Microsoft Word). Three days ago one of our phone lines stopped working, so dad and I have to share the internet line. With consequences like this one.
The mid-term break has finally started. I have nine days off, including weekends. And a long list of things to do, with the more enjoyable ones at the top since I thought of them first. And I have a tendency to get halfway down the list and then stop. An idea of what I am supposed to do (in the order in which these things come into my head):
Start playing guitar again, start drawing again, prepare for Sports Day (November 4th), start revision for the exams (which start on November 18th), and do homework. Oh, and finish reading the German book (about 400 pages left).
None of these things are difficult. The difficulty is doing them.
And I forgot to mention that the whole class is going camping next Saturday and coming back next Sunday. I am not too sure I want to go, but I will, just for the sake of a new experience, and also not to disappoint the girl who is organising it (that would be like her birthday party, after all).
This week was alright. Last week was also alright. Apart from the fact that last Monday I started feeling a bit ill in class (I am not too sure whether I really did or whether I just convinced myself that I did). So I told everyone at school in advance that I would not go to school on Tuesday. Now on Tuesday, in the afternoon, we were also going to have a trip to a neurology centre in Nicosia, and I did not want to skip it. So I told everyone that I will come for the trip because I would probably feel better.
The trip was great and informative, even though I (and I seem to be the only one who thought that so I kept the thoughts to myself) did not like the restaurant we went to after the trip (but that is because I never find anything I like in most restaurants), but the scientific information we learnt was worth wasting the rest of the evening after we left the centre.
I wanted to skip the day after that, but that would have been rather obvious, and besides, we learn new stuff every day, so late on Tuesday night I sat down and did all my homework, still under the influence of rum that happened to be in my ice cream a few hours before that.
I managed to get the top class mark (even though I still found it rather disappointing) in both of my biology tests (last Monday and this Monday), though my homework is a different story. I could never be bothered to look in the book unless I am seriously stuck, and apart from that I never read the questions properly.
Two days ago the maths teacher yelled at me very loudly. We had one of these small tests, where the test consists of just a random question she picks out of an exercise that we have not done yet. Forgetting who I was dealing with, I scribbled stuff out as I usually do. I might have got full marks, but all of my scribbling out was circled and ‘Please do not scribble out’, followed by two angry exclamation marks, was written next to that. And it also seems that my classmates were on her side. Of course, I was more careful in the next test and put about four-five lines through any mistakes rather than scribbling stuff out, I will leave that technique to the stuff she does not have to actually mark, even if she sees it. I am really not doing any of this on purpose, I simply cannot not scribble out, it is natural.
Yesterday I started on the first point of my list – trying to play guitar. By unfortunate coincidence, the guests that came to our house the day before that tuned it differently. So I had to look for notes on the (not tuned) top strings and tune the bottom strings accordingly. To make it more difficult, I cannot distinguish octaves, so the notes had to be exactly the same pitch. In the end it actually worked, and I also trying guessing the notes of one of my favourite songs, which also worked. Now my fingertips hurt a bit, but my fingers often end up hurting for various reason, the main one being carelessness, so it does not bother me much.
Today I intend to start on the drawing and the homework. And the German book (I might finish it within days provided that I forget about everything else while reading it). And anything else that comes into my mind. I really should have got out of bed before 11 AM…
I can go online now.
And I also noticed that I got a name change.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

This was probably the shortest time interval between two consecutive recent posts of mine. It is Thursday today, right?
*Thinks*
Right.
From the long list of stuff I had to do:
I did play some guitar, realised I was still capable of playing the stuff I played in grade 6 (I stopped at grade 8, the last one, but did not have the book with me), and lost interest because I ran out of sheet music. And, typically, I could not be bothered to look for more sheet music.
Drawing – I started drawing something but did not finish it.
Sports Day training – long story that I will tell a bit later in this post.
The German book – at least there is something that I am doing now. To put it simply, I almost finished it. Just 60 pages left, that would take me no more than an hour or so tomorrow.
Homework and exams – yes, now I know what I have been forgetting all these days…

Basically, my mid-term break is mostly filled with my favourite activity of doing nothing. Well, not completely nothing. I do spend loads of time at GW and generally online, and it is not just for the heck of being online, but that is about all I do.

Now for the Sports Day ‘training’. I have not exercised in two weeks because (yes, you guessed it) I could not be bothered. And today I thought ‘Hmm, it is about time… I have a week left until the real thing’. So I went to the gym. Just a few hours ago. To sum it up, after 20 minutes of running I got a stitch, which fluctuated between ‘mild’ and ‘not so mild’ for some time (I still continued running), and after another 20 minutes it became not-mild-at-all. For about three minutes I was wondering whether I should stop running or not, and eventually came to the conclusion that if this would have consequences, I better stop, or else mum would get angry and never let me go to the gym again (at least not for as long as I usually run). Soon after I stopped (and by that time I was already freezing in the shower), so did the pain, and I felt tricked by my own body. I should have known it was just a stupid stitch.

After I came back, I called a classmate who wanted to find out something about the stuff we learnt when she was absent, and from her I found out that the camping would be next Saturday, not this one. Phew. I really do not feel like getting my arse off the bed this week. Apart from yesterday evening when I spontaneously had a wish to go for a walk near the sea, and I did in the end. I like moving around, I just like having distractions around me when I do so.

Next week I have to start revising for exams. For sure. This is going to be difficult – I cannot just not go online in that time, the temptation is too great, but not revising is not a sensible thing to do either. I know I will revise – it seems that the 5-hours-of-sleep-a-day timetable is on its way.

I guess I can go online now… I really hope that GW started working again long enough ago so that there are enough threads in my User CP.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

That must have been a long time… The last entry has been posted last Thursday, I presume, though I cannot check since I am typing this from a different laptop. Yes, goodbye to my seven-year-old Presario.
This week was unbelievably eventful. You all know what happened exactly a week ago, for a start :D (even though that was actually last week, so the expression ‘this week’ is not really accurate).
On Tuesday it seems that I was suddenly very lucky. Dad decided to give me his laptop now, rather than wait for the results of my last exams in school ever (A levels), which would come next August (that soon). So, I finally got a decent computer. On the same day, my parents decided to give me a scanner (not sure whether that was a belated birthday present (my birthday is in August) or an early Christmas present, but that does not really matter – I am happy in any case). So I could finally scan pictures. Also, it turned out that my mum’s new phone did not accept her phone card, whereas it accepted mine, so I got a nice new phone (as opposed to the one with the display literally falling apart and jumbling up all the pixels). Even though it is quite an old model, this thing actually works. Damn, I was so lucky that I wondered what I have done to deserve that (I know that this question is normally asked when something bad happens, but this is just too good to be true). I felt like a caveman that had just discovered fire (well, not just, but after the shock has gone – no shock in my case though, just amazement).
Okay, that was one heck of a long materialistic-sounding paragraph.
At school, nothing really happened. Apart from the fact that next Wednesday our timetable would be that of a Friday since we keep getting all our holidays on Fridays.
I guess I forgot to mention something. Something did happen, related to school. Yesterday was Sports Day. The one I was talking about in my last post. On Wednesday, feeling guilty due to not having trained, I decided to go to the gym. And did 11km, a nice 80 minutes of running, no problems as usual. The next day I could not walk without blaming myself for being an idiot the night before (I run at night, or rather late-ish evening). Seriously, the only muscle that did not whine about its reluctance to function properly was my jaw muscle. But I thought: “That happened before, I survived, so it would just be stupid if I did not survive again.” So yesterday I came to school in a great mood, ready and excited. And to make things more fun, a girl who was supposed to run for another girl in my team did not turn up, so I offered to run the 100m for her, in addition to my 1500 and 800.
To sum it up and not drag on about it, I came first in everything. First from the end. But I did not feel tired. Just annoyed that no matter how much I told myself to speed up, my body would not obey.
Today I feel just about the same way as I did on Thursday, but I do not have to walk around much.
I noticed a very interesting pattern – I stopped eating a lot this week. I just keep forgetting to, and lie in front of my lovely screen for hours and hours.
In two weeks I have exams. I started revision on Monday, quit it on Wednesday, and have no choice but to catch up tomorrow. As I usually do. Also, I am supposed to do a presentation on an open topic. I presume that I would choose something about physics. I happen to be the first person in my class to do a presentation – apparently the deadline for all presentations is in the end of March, and the Headmaster just asked who would like to be the first one. Oh well, if I get it ‘wrong’ I would have the excuse that I did not have any successful/unsuccessful examples in front of me that I could learn from :D.
On Thursday night my cat disappeared, and has not come back yet. Which is worrying, as there are hunters out there that are eager to shoot at any odd bush if they hear/see something that suggests that a rabbit or an equivalent of one is hiding behind it. But this is not the first time that she has disappeared for two days, so maybe she will return tomorrow.
Today I did not do anything that I was meant to do (i.e. after getting up at 11, I went straight to my laptop and have not abandoned it ever since). Which means: Tomorrow I have exam revision, homework, and… That is about it. But a lot of both, which is worse than a bit of everything in tiny amounts. Though, once again, it is my fault so I better be quiet about it.
Today evening, just an hour ago, I tried playing guitar again. Surprisingly, I managed to more or less guess the notes of yet another song that I really like. I should really play the guitar more often. Even though I do not evidently deteriorate, I do forget.
This was a long post again. I guess it is time to go online.
I wonder why I always have to add that to the end of every entry. It is becoming unoriginal… Not that it ever was original.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Oh man, I had to search for this file because I forgot where I saved it. Though now I will remember :D.
The past week was quite average. Apart from the fact that most of the universities that I applied to have at least sent me confirmations that they know I exist (which is good).
And apart from the fact that I started spending more time on AIM. And apart from the fact that I for once did everything that I should have done in my statistics homework (that abominable subject which is a grotesque distortion of mathematics invented in order to corrupt the human mind [/end of rant]). And apart from the fact that my cat is apparently alive, since some people in the village saw her, which is already pleasing to hear (now we just have to get the cat that keeps taking her away from home somewhere where she has no influence on Fluffy, and everything would be fine).
My week was averagely eventful after all…
I have just returned from the gym, from my once-a-week eighty-minute run. Added to the bruises that I got when I went flying down the stairs in front of the entire school and safely landing on my knees two days ago, my legs are in 'great' condition. But I can walk, at least. Now, an hour after I finished running, I finally allowed myself a glass of cold water, and feel happy like an idiot.
Since when did I start compressing everything into just over two paragraphs (paragraph in my original definition = something long enough to be called a paragraph)? Strange… Well, I am going online now.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I must have got something like three views since my last post here. Which must have been made last Friday. Which is not very encouraging. But heck.
Today, at about 2 PM (or it might have been before that), the electricity suddenly stopped working. I got rather shocked. After several months, I had to open the curtains in my room so that I could see the chemical formulae and terms that I was meant to stuff into my head long ago but kept procrastinating until two days before the exam (by the way, biology (on Thursday) and physics (on Friday) were not quite easy, but I used every brain cell I could use for that purpose and think that despite my clear lack of studying, I did not do badly). About an hour later, after the problem has been fixed and identified (or the other way round), I went into the kitchen where the light was on, said a few unimportant words to my parents, came into my room, switched on the light, realised that it was working, and rushed back to the kitchen to tell my parents the joyful news. How observant of me.
After about half an hour online, the light went off again. And the computer shut down in front of an astonished me. After that it has been switching on for two minutes or so at twenty minute intervals. I had to shower by candle light (and in freezing water), and after that I had to help out a bit in warming some water. After that I could finally go to my room, where I spent the rest of the evening, playing (or rather, trying to play) random songs on my guitar (whatever I could play) and looking at my watch. Among other things :D.
And now my parents have decided to disconnect the part that was causing problems from the main circuit of the house, so that it does not cause any more problems. Reasonable. Now I can go back online :D.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I pressed some stupid keyboard combination, and my post has been gobbled up by the stupid browser.
So I have to start again. I should have really stuck to Microsoft Word for this, but no, I had to be original.
Since I can no longer be bothered to write out the five paragraph long content of the post that perished into nonexistence, I would have to sum it up. My readers (the three or so people that are bored enough to read it), would probably be thankful to my careless fingers that keep pressing random things on the keyboard (like I did earlier on today - I suddenly started typing in cyrillic, and had no idea what combination had brought this about, and started a frenzy of pressing all over the left side of my keyboard).
Before anything stupid happens, I shall continue.
Exam preparation
Biology - two weeks
Physics - the night before (quick skim through the book)
Statistics - no work during the year, no understanding, and same amount of studying as for Physics
Mechanics - an hour before the exam (most of which has been spent hearing and telling stupid blonde jokes - yes, we were bored)
Chemistry - Sunday night
Exam results
Biology - 81%, first
Physics - 85%, second :( (I should have concentrated and copied my calculator display down correctly, rather than made mistakes like writing '60' instead of '20' even though the actual calculation was correct)
Chemistry - 79%, joint-first (another guy in my class got 79% too)
Mechanics - 81%, joint-first (same guy)
Statistics - 88% (third or fourth, whatever, but the irony of getting the highest mark for the subject I hate most...)

Well, enough of my competitive snobbery. Or snobbish competitiveness. Whichever it is.

My cat was found on Thursday :)! She was extremely thin and weak (three weeks without food, the poor thing), and very dirty (even six or seven times of applying shampoo on her did not fully help), but alive. I am so glad we found her!

On Monday dad broke his leg. And it was his birthday. How bad can it get.
When mum was bringing him to hospital, I had to go through the nightmare of looking after my sister. The nightmare started when she woke up and started crying for a reason I could not see, and everything seemed to displease her. When my parents finally came home at 6 PM, I was relieved and very near a mental breakdown, and fled into my room. Which I was to give up an hour later, since it was right next to dad's office, whereas his room was upstairs, where it was not very easy for him to go under the new circumstances. So I spent about twenty minutes bringing my stuff upstairs, and am now going to stay here for the next three to four months. Which mean that I am away from everyone else, and thus can go to bed later :D.

After the exams finished, I decided to start learning more new things. I started re-learning Japanese by starting to keep my Japanese diary again, this time in slightly more legible writing so that I know what I had written a few days later. I also started playing guitar every day (I started about two months ago after two years of not playing at all, but I only played occasionally), and I am improving. Also I am reading online Physics articles again, as well as (non-Physics) books that my Physics teacher gives me. And I am planning to draw more often now, though I have to think of something first.
The time stress is actually getting me a bit depressed, though I am not really that sure if it is the time stress or not. Meh, it happens sometimes.
What else... Well, I guess that is it. Sorry, my dear readers, but this post turned out to be a long one after all.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I feel stupid. GW is down. And I am pretty sure that had I waken up slightly earlier, I would have undoubtedly had a chance to post. This is like… missing the bus to work or something.
The week was average. There were bad events, and there were good ones. And my use of adjectives is very broad today.
On Monday (well, Tuesday by then) I got caught online by my mum. Had she been in a nicer mood, it would have all went fine. But she was tire, sleepy and freezing (in fact, she went upstairs in order to fix the heating system, since the control for it is upstairs, unfortunately for me). It did not take long until she started yelling and I started sobbing. And the more I sobbed, the more she yelled. As a result, she took away the electricity wires for my laptop, as well as my cell phone. Ten minutes later I tried ‘looking’ for it downstairs (if I could use that expression, since my hands do not have eyes on them), without success. I was very grateful to whoever invented the computer battery, and about the fact that my mum did not know I had one. I quickly went online to sort a few things out (since I was in the middle of something when my mum made me shut down), and then went to bed. The very next day, in the afternoon, mum and I were friends again. Even though I had pissed her off immensely and she scared me to paranoia the night before. The only thing that changed was the fact that I now had a curfew of 12 AM. And apparently she was going to check up on me, but she never did. I bet that by the time I come back from the interview to which I am going next Monday (not the Monday in two days), she would have forgotten about the entire thing :D. Who needs sleep anyway?
Now for the good events. I just have to try to remember…
Well, yeah, I have got nothing. Oops. Hmm…
Well, when GW was down I enlightened myself by reading New Scientist articles online. And I downloaded WinMX. That is about it. I would not say the week sucked though.
Oh, my cat is better now. Much, much better. She regained a lot of the weight that she had lost, eating about a can of Whiskas every day. We are not letting her go outside, but she does not seem to mind.
I occasionally go outside. For walks with my mum. I need to move around more, not having been to the gym in three weeks. Lazy me. I will try to go there today, though in order to do that I would have to satisfy my post craving. I have become an incredible post whore recently. And seeing as GW is done, I cannot quite do that at the moment. Though I guess I can try my luck now…

Ugh. Cannot find server. I am bored.

Damn it. This is annoying. It still does not work. Meh. Screw it. I am off to the gym.

(3 hours later)

This is seriously depressing. GW has not been working for almost seven hours now. Why why why? Grr. I am going to go insane.

About the gym, it went surprisingly well. After three weeks of doing nothing, still being able to run for eighty minutes without stopping is… good :D.

Yay! GW is up :D!

Oh, and 15 views :D. I am flattered.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

This week was something… Not too bad a something, but still.

On Monday I have come to the conclusion that I was ill when I was at school. Thinking ‘what a lovely little chance to miss the rest of the day’, I arranged it for me to be sent home. Nice start.
By the afternoon I realised that I really was sick, and decided to skip the next day, with my mum agreeing fully. So Tuesday was a nice day of long sleeping hours followed by long online hours, the way a typical Saturday would go. To ensure that I was really fully ‘healed’, I included Wednesday into my ingenious plan. Obviously, it was quite clear that I was more than just alive by the end of it, so on Thursday I had to return. Only to realise that I had missed out two days’ worth of Pure Mathematics. With our teacher, as enthusiastic as she is to cover the entire course within the first term, two days is a lot, so I would have to catch up with the rest of the class during the week-end, considering that we did new stuff when I came back too. Fun.
As for the other subjects, I am very grateful to my considerate classmates who (unintentionally) ensured that no work (or rather, only a bit of it) was done in my absence :D.
Enough about school though.

On Monday I am going to England! Yay!
I am going there completely alone, with the purpose of attending at a university interview. Where I am the interviewed, of course :D. So my entire future depends on next Tuesday, the day of the actual event. I have finally worked out how to get from the airport to the university, so all I have to do now is relax and wait for Monday.

Apart from that…
Yesterday (or was it the day before?) Olga found the chords to one of my favourite songs, Ukifune (yes, it is J-Rock), and sent them to me. Thank you, my dear friend :D. They had helped me realise that the tabs that I amateurishly worked out were one note below what they were supposed to be. The current ones, now in the right key, are rather… difficult to play, requiring slightly more skill (not just because they are unfamiliar though), but that it certainly good practice :D.

What else… I cannot think of anything else for now. I am not going to post this immediately, but after I talk to my mum and play guitar a bit. Or read something, though the likelihood of that… :D

I was supposed to post that ages ago... Oh well, better later than never :D.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

The ‘fun’ started at home already – instead of having a nice cup of coffee before leaving, my mum spent the last half an hour looking through all the drawers for a shampoo that would actually fit into my over-stuffed bag. If I were to start looking, I would have missed my plane, so she decided to help.
At the airport, twenty minutes before boarding, I realised that I had not brought a comb with me. At all. So I had to buy one, if I wanted to look presentable at my interviews, of course. They did not have any in Cyprus, so the first thing I did on my arrival to London, before even buying a bus ticket, was get myself a comb. I have never been as overjoyed at seeing one in my entire life, honestly.
In the airplane from Cyprus to London I almost broke my neck and that of an elderly lady who happened to be under the overhead compartment as I tried to headbutt my heavy bag into it (my hands alone did not accomplish the job, though neither did my head, as it turned out). Luckily enough she did not get hurt and took it with humour, I got away with a small bump, and some strong guy came along and pushed it in for me.
Once I settled in my seat, I thought of listening to some music. I opened my handbag. 75% of it was filled with: CDs, a CD player, CD player batteries, a CD player power supply (for the time there was electricity available)… AND NO EARPHONES. So I just had to try to sleep for the rest of the flight, and I did.
In London there was some huge accident on one of the roads, so my bus came about 80 minutes late (and now I know that whenever people say ‘up to an hour’, they really mean ‘at least an hour’).
Finally on the bus, I thought: “How nice, I can finally relax…” A third of the way to Cambridge, I heard something pop, something being the left screw of my glasses. Before I could think “uh-oh”, I heard the lens land on the floor. Not break, just land. I tried feeling for it, and then looking for it with my right eye, and then both. Nothing. I crawled up and down the aisle, looking under seats, several times, scaring some and amusing others, with the same results.
Soon I got a headache from one eye seeing properly and the other eye not seeing properly, and then I started feeling nauseous too, for some reason. I thought of asking the driver if I could check the bus again when everyone left. Well, when everyone left and I started saying: “Excuse me, I need to ask you something...”, the grumpy bastard shouted: “Out! Get out! I am not taking you anywhere else!”, and shut the door in my face. Great. Though I suppose it serves me right for not thinking about taking extra glasses/contact lenses.
I then asked one of the nicer bus drivers how to get to the college where I was going to stay (I had no clue where it was), and asked for directions about five more times until I found it, about fifty minutes later. Though on my way, instead of thinking about how to get there, I was laughing at my own idiocy and thinking of fun activities.
At the college I was shown to my room, but not to the toilets and showers. The first time that I went all the way back to the entrance (it was relatively far away), I was drawn a map. With the map I found the toilets and a bathtub that looked as if it had been used for testing the corrosive properties of H2SO4. As a hygiene freak, I was appalled, went back to my room, started crying like a little kid and called mum. Who told me that I had to get contact lenses, and immediately (i.e. independent of the mental and visual states I was in). Lovely.
After finally getting assistance in finding a decent shower, I was drawn a map of town and used it (and a bit of luck, which I still foolishly decided to partly rely on despite the general features of the day in that aspect) to find the optician’s. Only to be told that I needed a prescription. Which I obviously did not have – if I lacked the common sense to take extra glasses, I would clearly not have had the prescription. The ‘I have a lens here, for reference’ trick did not work. So I switched to my persuasive mode: “I have an interview tomorrow morning, I cannot just sit there squinting and perhaps even cross-eyed, can I?” The kind people therefore managed to fit me into the already busy schedule and I had my eyes tested again. Two hours later I had contact lenses :D.
My mum told me: “Never walk outside there when it is back”. And on the very first day at Cambridge, I did exactly that. Though I really did not expect it to get dark at 5 PM (even though that is when it gets dark here :idiot: ).
When I came back, I called my mum and admitted to her that I am ill, and in fact have been ill for the entire week before that and only ‘played healthy’ for the last three days of it (so that she did not make a big deal out of it and also so that I could have my ice-cream, but clearly I did not tell her that).
In the evening there was a coffee party for all the (potentially) future students, organized by two of the current students. It was quite nice, and I also met a Japanese girl with whom I talked in Japanese a bit (though only for a few sentences). After the party I went to bed.
The next morning I was almost late for my first interview because of a ridiculous reason – I had this ‘belt-bag’ which contained all my important stuff, like money and papers, and I thought that I could leave it at a safe at the ‘reception’. Apparently. Though when I asked, they pointed to a room filled with bags behind it, and mentioned the words “at your own risk”. I decided not to risk it, and went all the way back to my room to look for my belt. Which was not there. I looked in the toilet – not there. I got annoyed and thought that maybe there would be another way to attack it to my trousers. I lifted my jumper, and saw the belt on my trousers. Silly me. Then I just had to rush back down all the corridors, and was just about on time.
After my interviews there was a written test. It was later on, so I went to have lunch. As soon as I sat down, I was told it was time to leave. Baffled, I replied that there were still twenty minutes to go. Though then I found out that it was in fact taking place in a completely different building, twenty minutes away. Fifteen in this case, as I spent five minutes wondering whether I would be able to have lunch before leaving or not. Though I was on time. Just about.
After coming back and finishing with my microwaved lunch, I decided to go to bed (at 3 PM), as I was supposed to wake up at 2:30 AM to catch the 4 AM bus. As a result I spent an hour staring at the bedsheets before I could drag myself into the shower and into my pajamas. When I switched the lights off, it was 5 PM, and I realised that I had only had a third of a glass of water during the entire day, and felt the effects of dehydration rather vividly. So two hours later I woke up and had a sip from the taps in the sinks in the toilet (I was that desperate). Whatever there was, in such negligible amounts it would not kill me. Though it did not quench my thirst either, so it took a further three hours to fall asleep.
As soon as I got up and made myself look presentable at 2:30 AM, I thought ‘water’. The day before I had been told that it is dangerous at night, and the phrase got stuck in my head so I very cautiously sneaked into the room with the liquid of life. I almost shouted “H two O!”, full of joy, when I saw it, but then stopped myself.
On my way back, while I was passing by the library, I saw something that caused the three following thoughts to form in my head almost simultaneously: “Oh no, a man at night, what am I going to do now?”, “He is so ghostly and pale… Freak!”, and “It is just a statue, you idiot”. And it was, in fact, just a statue.
Stuffing the remaining possessions into my bag last-minute, I almost missed the taxi to the bus station, but all went well in the end. In the airport, after registration and all the formal stuff, I bought myself earphones and sat there for an hour listening to music. Then the gate of my flight was finally announced, and after sitting there for a while, the idea of taking my two-or-three-sizes-too-small tights came to mind. Ten minutes before the gate was to be closed. Stuffing them in my bag proved to be harder than I thought, but I just about made it to the gate a minute before it was closed. And then just waited for boarding to start, making some phone calls in the meantime.
This time I managed to get my bag into the overhead compartment all by myself, the pride. I have also realised that whenever I felt a force moving my entire body sideways, the chances are that I hit someone with my bag, which was huge and was sticking out from my back.
Now I am at home. It was an interesting experience, I certainly do not regret it…
Now I am a bit dizzy and disorientated... Whee :D.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I cannot believe this is happening. No, it is not GW being down. Far, far worse – cytanet, the local Cypriot server, is down. Which means that I cannot access anything until someone down there would be bothered to fix it. A rather depressing thought.
Last week I played ill on both Thursday and Friday, and got all the rest I need. I got so ‘relaxed’ that I forgot to bring something as obvious as my homework book to school. Of course, no work would have accumulated for me during the past week. Great thinking :D. So instead I used the only place which I would not forget to look at – the palm of my left hand. After pumping it enough with toxic black ink, I have realised that I cannot read much of it as I have washed my hands several times after that, even though I thoroughly outlined it over and over again after the first two times I washed my hands.
Yes, very smart.

Olga is coming tomorrow! I seriously cannot wait. I have thousands of vague plans in my head already, and I hope we get to see each other often enough… Though my mum said she will try her best to ensure that :).

Ah… Website found, waiting for reply. That looks promising :D.

Two hours later…

…Darn. It seems to have done the same trick again. Stupid stupid cytanet. It would not even let me get on WinMX or AIM.

My week-end was not the nicest one – I had a headache and was too depressed to do anything constructive. Though I think it is better now… I think.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Me again :D.
Olga only arrived late at night, or early in the morning, so she could not come to school with me on Wednesday. But there was no need – after deliberately oversleeping slightly until eight so that I could miss part of the concert (which is not bad, but I am normally not very keen to see it), I could not be bothered to get out of bed at all until half past eleven. School closed at 12 on this particular day, so I successfully missed it :D.
This was practically the official beginning of the holidays. And I was emo ever since. Not that there was any particular reason – heck no, I did not miss the school lifestyle – I just was. I have been stuffing my face with ice cream (and not only ice cream) for days now. Luckily enough I cannot see any effects – it must be the cortisol from all the inexplicable stress doing its job. Meh.
On Thursday I finally got to see Olga! Yay! We spent hours talking about GW (well, not only, but a large part of the conversation was GW). Sad, but true. And not that sad after all. What is sadder is my need to write about it :D.
Today I got new glasses. No, not as a Christmas present – it was rather coincidental. And these ones have lenses that reflect the radiation of my lovely screen back at it, so my eyes do not deteriorate. My parents always knew that it is impossible to separate me from my computer, and this is their official surrender, if I can call it that. One that I greatly appreciate, I have to say – going blind is not my idea of fun.
Today I was in a better mood than yesterday. Probably because of Christmas :D. But in the evening I decided to do something constructive and started looking through the Pure Mathematics that I missed while away and/or lethargic. That was a lot. At least I would have something to do when Olga goes to Paphos for New Year though :D. Seriously, I have to finish it before the ninth of January (school starts on the tenth, and the day before is normally the day I get my lazy cogs to start turning again. Correction, the night before).

Oh, and Merry Christmas to everyone :D.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

Wow. Another week, almost.
Today was awesome. I met Olga at 1 PM, and after sorting out something about her new computer at around two, we went to town. After about half an hour (or was it 45 minutes?) of walking to Starbuck’s, where I have been for the first time ever today, we sat down for a bit. By the time we left, it was around four.
Nearby was the zoo that we have last visited when we were about eleven, so we entered it, and proceeded to the (obviously renewed since our last visit) playground. That was fun. After some swinging, I realised my legs were starting to get cold. For that very purpose I had a pair of warm tights in my handbag. But since I knew that the toilets at the zoo were unlikely to be the ideal changing environment, in terms of cleanliness, I decided to settle for the bench near the swings, at the risk of shocking a few elderly couples who were in the park with their grandchildren. Though Olga partially shielded me from any curious looks while my jeans were off. Thank you, my friend :D.
After some more swinging, we decided to try out the see-saw. Which was giving me kinky thoughts, I have to admit, for some reason (though I have been getting kinky thoughts a lot on the playground :hmm:).
While on the see-saw, Olga decided to make me talk in Russian. Which I found rather irritating, as I am used to talking to her in English. At first we settled for her talking in Russian and me answering in whatever I want English, though her hopes that I would find it difficult and eventually switch to Russian were not fulfilled. So she decided to use her advantage in weight and pressed herself towards the ground, thus keeping me up in the air ‘until I start talking in Russian’. That was a nice rest :D. Though eventually Olga switched to English herself, seeing how I was a hopeless case of decadent Western influence :D.
After the see-saw we went to the monkey bars. That was especially fun. One time I managed to make it from one end to the next one, and after that accomplishment decided to try something new – I wanted to try to get from one end to the other by moving on top of the monkey bars. Which Olga thought was rather risky, but too late – I was on them by then. The fun suddenly evaporated when I needed to find a way to get down from there. After a bit of thinking, I figured it out though, being a decently intelligent primate. Then I jumped off the structure which it was connected to, triumphant, shouting out ‘woohoo’, which was very shortly followed by ‘ouch’ as I landed. I am suck a kid sometimes.
After that we decided to go to a video club. We planned to go to one which we both vaguely knew about, though ended up seeing another one after about ten minutes of walking in the wrong direction and another ten in the right one.
Olga rented Battle Royale, the movie that I have wanted to see until the end in ages, and that she wanted to have as a DVD. Though our intentions were not to watch it – we were going to go to a computer store and make a copy for each of us.
After looking through almost every possible computer store in town/at the sea front (which really reminded me of the cream eggs story in June [/inside joke]), we ended up going to our original starting point, which was 45 minutes or so away from the DVD store.
On arrival we were asked: “So do you have blank DVDs with you”? Obviously not. At first we thought that we could just as well get CDs, though on second thought, we decided to get ourselves some blank DVDs after all. Our legs had already started to ache by then, but we went to Woolworth (which had for some strange reason been renamed ‘Ermes’), twenty minutes away, after checking for blank DVDs in a nearby store.
Obviously, we walked all the way back after having bought them. And me, wanting to ensure I did not end up paying a pound for nothing, decided to ask the people at the computer place about the region of the Battle Royale DVD. Region two. DAMN IT. The DVD player on my laptop just happens to be Region one only. Lovely.
Olga could not persuade me to give it a try, as I was rather uncertain that anything could change the region on my computer, so I decided to not get myself a copy. Oh well.
Then we walked back to the DVD store, rather tired already, and to Olga’s house fifteen minutes away from that. Me not wanting to wait for the elevator, I went both up the stairs to the third floor, and back down the stairs when my mum picked me up soon afterwards.
Yes, so I can say my legs ache right now, quite significantly, as I do not have to move them to realise it (and I prefer not to move them to avoid realising it even more). The shower at home was cold, but now that all the strains on my body are gone, I can simply relax in front of my computer :D.
Oh, and our long walking and one of Olga’s comments inspired me to write a poem that I posted in Creative Writing just now.

[Klown's Split Bitch]

I seem to find it rather difficult to come home without injuries.

To start from the beginning, I met up with Olga today. Overslept as usual, and got into a fight with my mum as I was not ready for the taxi on time (which I was, but the driver likes arriving early) and not having found my umbrella by then. What a wonderful start.
Olga and I soon set off. I cannot really remember where we went, somehow… As if I have gaps in my memory. Heck, I was just not paying attention.
I do remember that at some point we went to Starbucks, sat there for a while, and then went to the zoo again. To the playground. Where I successfully and strongly managed to bang the side of my left knee against the side of the swings’ main structure in an attempt to imitate Olga’s swinging sideways. I jumped off the swing immediately and started letting out a series of alternating ‘ows’ and ‘ouches’, which were meant to stop me from saying them but only made me say them even more. That is called positive feedback, as far as I remember, and is meant to stop when it comes to an abrupt end. Which was me realizing I was in the middle of a kids’ playground and there were people around me. Me putting on my tights in the middle of it just four days ago would really be enough.
Olga suggested trying to see without glasses, and we even walked around like that for a while until I put them on to look at some postcards and forgot to take them off later. Oh well.
After walking around and going into random computer-related shops, we went to Woolworth (I officially refuse to call it by its new name) where I spent