Monday, March 31, 2003
I think I may have had a panic attack this morning. Though I didn't. Since I didn't feel like I was going to die.
But I got sick in the bathroom, palpitations, dizzy spells, black in front of my eyes, a feeling of nervousness, dread...
I think it might have been cos I was planning to make an appt for my thesis. I did. Sent an email.
Might have been the summer hour. Deprived me of an hour of sleep! Evilness!
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But I got sick in the bathroom, palpitations, dizzy spells, black in front of my eyes, a feeling of nervousness, dread...
I think it might have been cos I was planning to make an appt for my thesis. I did. Sent an email.
Might have been the summer hour. Deprived me of an hour of sleep! Evilness!
Sunday, March 30, 2003
one forgets to put on ones speakers
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
zeg
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
ofwel ligde de tongen ofwel ligde naar tv te kijken, kom dus maar gauw ns on line
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
heb je 't gehoord?
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
kom kom kom
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
poeeeezzziewoezzieewoezzzieee
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
KOM!
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
psswww pswwww kom kom kom
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bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
zeg
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
ofwel ligde de tongen ofwel ligde naar tv te kijken, kom dus maar gauw ns on line
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
heb je 't gehoord?
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
kom kom kom
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
poeeeezzziewoezzieewoezzzieee
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
KOM!
bLuEbIrD - They can have their damn statue!! zegt:
psswww pswwww kom kom kom
Saturday, March 29, 2003
Friday, March 28, 2003
American Hospitality
Pejman, Jirina's boyfriend, was meant to go on a study trip this weekend to the States. He does something with website design and every year the last year visits Silicon Valley.
Pejman is originally from Iran and came to Belgium illegally 10 years ago, his family only got a greencard (to put it in american terms) about a year ago. Because of that he still has the Iranian nationality and had to apply for a visa to visit the states. When he went to the embassey they were very friendly and told him it would be no problem. That was 2 months ago. Since then, no matter how many phonecalls and visits... there's still no visa. He won't be going on his schooltrip because they consider him "a risk". Yet, they "couldn't divulge" why he was a risk and why he was refused a visa.
Does this not qualify as racism? Just cos he happens to have the Iranian nationality he's considered a terrorist....
On another matter. I appear to have lost a week's work on my thesis. Because the file "results" won't open. No. It does open. But then it blocks. Ditto for the very same file that i saved on floppy. It opens, then it blocks. Then I have to control alt delete (that's a verb now). A week of work.
i'm going mad.
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Pejman, Jirina's boyfriend, was meant to go on a study trip this weekend to the States. He does something with website design and every year the last year visits Silicon Valley.
Pejman is originally from Iran and came to Belgium illegally 10 years ago, his family only got a greencard (to put it in american terms) about a year ago. Because of that he still has the Iranian nationality and had to apply for a visa to visit the states. When he went to the embassey they were very friendly and told him it would be no problem. That was 2 months ago. Since then, no matter how many phonecalls and visits... there's still no visa. He won't be going on his schooltrip because they consider him "a risk". Yet, they "couldn't divulge" why he was a risk and why he was refused a visa.
Does this not qualify as racism? Just cos he happens to have the Iranian nationality he's considered a terrorist....
On another matter. I appear to have lost a week's work on my thesis. Because the file "results" won't open. No. It does open. But then it blocks. Ditto for the very same file that i saved on floppy. It opens, then it blocks. Then I have to control alt delete (that's a verb now). A week of work.
i'm going mad.
bus and train
yesterday these two girls get on the bus to the station. I've seen them a few times every Thursday. This one girl has obviously rich parents: designer clothes, she seems really nice and is beautiful. The other girl is obviously from a different social class. She wore a pair of trousers that came so low you could see the start of her buttcrack. If she had pubic hair, it would have been showing... as it was, she was 8 so didn't have any yet. I felt the urge to ask her to please pull up her trousers and wondered why no one at school would have asked her that... or if there was something more going on. Is she just nonchalant and very uncaring about her appearance? Or is there more?
Then on the train this ultrasupercool guy sits opposite me. Black, gorgeous, beginning of an afro with a stylish bandana, the right shoes, the right outfit... in short, he was Da Bomb. (or summat... This gangsta talk really doesn't become me does it.) Listening to his walkman. I could hear it was Christina Aguilera's Genie in A Bottle.
Not so cool after all.
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yesterday these two girls get on the bus to the station. I've seen them a few times every Thursday. This one girl has obviously rich parents: designer clothes, she seems really nice and is beautiful. The other girl is obviously from a different social class. She wore a pair of trousers that came so low you could see the start of her buttcrack. If she had pubic hair, it would have been showing... as it was, she was 8 so didn't have any yet. I felt the urge to ask her to please pull up her trousers and wondered why no one at school would have asked her that... or if there was something more going on. Is she just nonchalant and very uncaring about her appearance? Or is there more?
Then on the train this ultrasupercool guy sits opposite me. Black, gorgeous, beginning of an afro with a stylish bandana, the right shoes, the right outfit... in short, he was Da Bomb. (or summat... This gangsta talk really doesn't become me does it.) Listening to his walkman. I could hear it was Christina Aguilera's Genie in A Bottle.
Not so cool after all.
Still no SFU...
I'm even so desperate I downloaded kazaa even though I promised myself never to do that again. I know it's on Kazaa... but of course not at the moment so it seems. If anyone would know where I can find SFU ep 4 series 3 I'd be eternally grateful.
I should work on the T-thing, but ... I'll try later. In a minute.
Never knew life could be so boring and so stressful at the same time.
I apologise to Stijn and Frederik for the lack of sextalk on my blog... if only I had time for such trivial matters as sex!
But Hullabaloo mentioned something about exploding condoms in his binbags... (the binmen are on strike in Ghent. As is public transport) so maybe he can entertain all of us with some interesting stories?
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I'm even so desperate I downloaded kazaa even though I promised myself never to do that again. I know it's on Kazaa... but of course not at the moment so it seems. If anyone would know where I can find SFU ep 4 series 3 I'd be eternally grateful.
I should work on the T-thing, but ... I'll try later. In a minute.
Never knew life could be so boring and so stressful at the same time.
I apologise to Stijn and Frederik for the lack of sextalk on my blog... if only I had time for such trivial matters as sex!
But Hullabaloo mentioned something about exploding condoms in his binbags... (the binmen are on strike in Ghent. As is public transport) so maybe he can entertain all of us with some interesting stories?
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
not thinking about
the T-word.
I'm just gonna invent something about how I compare two samples within my sample so my scoring method is Ok since I don't use any outside resources. My scoring method *is* ok, just my total scores aren't. My subscale scores are. But I can't find anywhere that my total scores are scored wrong either.
Thesis promotor still in Haiti. Must gather up my courage tomorrow and ask for appt with anyone in the dept. Just about anyone will do to have a read over what i've written so far. Shouldn't take them long after all.
But hey, i'm not thinking about that. At all.
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the T-word.
I'm just gonna invent something about how I compare two samples within my sample so my scoring method is Ok since I don't use any outside resources. My scoring method *is* ok, just my total scores aren't. My subscale scores are. But I can't find anywhere that my total scores are scored wrong either.
Thesis promotor still in Haiti. Must gather up my courage tomorrow and ask for appt with anyone in the dept. Just about anyone will do to have a read over what i've written so far. Shouldn't take them long after all.
But hey, i'm not thinking about that. At all.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
that's entertainment
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
you said the little button on the bottom!
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
you lied
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
you lied about bottoms!
"I'm a little tea-stained crumpet-ridden idiot!" zegt:
I didn't say bottom!
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
no
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
but I thought you did...
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Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
you said the little button on the bottom!
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
you lied
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
you lied about bottoms!
"I'm a little tea-stained crumpet-ridden idiot!" zegt:
I didn't say bottom!
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
no
Gaggle of Snorks zegt:
but I thought you did...
Monday, March 24, 2003
BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE
Michael Moore and Michael Donovan
Oscars: Michael Moore
Best documentary: Bowling for columbine
ACCEPTANCE SPEECH
Michael Moore: Whoa. On behalf of our producers Kathleen Glynn and Michael Donovan from Canada, I'd like to thank the Academy for this. I have invited my fellow documentary nominees on the stage with us, and we would like to — they're here in solidarity with me because we like nonfiction. We like nonfiction and we live in fictitious times. We live in the time where we have fictitious election results that elects a fictitious president. We live in a time where we have a man sending us to war for fictitious reasons. Whether it's the fictition of duct tape or fictition of orange alerts we are against this war, Mr. Bush. Shame on you, Mr. Bush, shame on you. And any time you got the Pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, your time is up. Thank you very much.
good meurning
so not in the mood for class today. Or pretty much anything for that matter. Must get going on thesis, must get going on thesis, must make appt with promotor. Must finish PTSD paper, must not upset anyone, must not get sick again, must go to class. I should rephrase all the 'musts' with 'wants', like a good psycho-girl, but I can't be bothered. I don't want to feel like a willing creature on this, I prefer feeling like a victim so I can stroke my own hair and go "poor me, poor poor misunderstood me, have a chocolate".
Weather is criminally gorgeous. Pollen are alive and I'm glad to see my hayfever has survived yet another winter. eurgh.
I seem to have a very bleak view of the future at the moment. been thinking far too much than is good for me lately. Can't see myself getting a nice job where I feel competent... cos me and competence is just too plain weird. can't see myself getting a job period. Don't see myself as pretty much anything.
Christ, i'm moaning again. Quit it!
Of to class with me.
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so not in the mood for class today. Or pretty much anything for that matter. Must get going on thesis, must get going on thesis, must make appt with promotor. Must finish PTSD paper, must not upset anyone, must not get sick again, must go to class. I should rephrase all the 'musts' with 'wants', like a good psycho-girl, but I can't be bothered. I don't want to feel like a willing creature on this, I prefer feeling like a victim so I can stroke my own hair and go "poor me, poor poor misunderstood me, have a chocolate".
Weather is criminally gorgeous. Pollen are alive and I'm glad to see my hayfever has survived yet another winter. eurgh.
I seem to have a very bleak view of the future at the moment. been thinking far too much than is good for me lately. Can't see myself getting a nice job where I feel competent... cos me and competence is just too plain weird. can't see myself getting a job period. Don't see myself as pretty much anything.
Christ, i'm moaning again. Quit it!
Of to class with me.
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Saturday, March 22, 2003
Friday, March 21, 2003
hate to disappoint anyone
but yes me still alive... :)
They took a lot of blood, about 11 tubes I think. Then gave me the vaccin intramuscularly (ouch). And now. I'm fine. I'm not violently sick, I'm not dizzy or nauseous. I'm ok. Just have a muscle ache where they gave me the vaccin.
Good thing is I got the result from last time's blood tests back and everything is ok, even my Iron concentration is good. Go me! BP still too low (105 over 65) but a bit better than last time. And and I got a nifty thermometer and a plastic ruler to measure any possible swelling/redness on the "site" and condoms... What the fuck am I gonna do with condoms? I didn't have the heart to come out to them... I can always give them to someone else. Any takers??
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but yes me still alive... :)
They took a lot of blood, about 11 tubes I think. Then gave me the vaccin intramuscularly (ouch). And now. I'm fine. I'm not violently sick, I'm not dizzy or nauseous. I'm ok. Just have a muscle ache where they gave me the vaccin.
Good thing is I got the result from last time's blood tests back and everything is ok, even my Iron concentration is good. Go me! BP still too low (105 over 65) but a bit better than last time. And and I got a nifty thermometer and a plastic ruler to measure any possible swelling/redness on the "site" and condoms... What the fuck am I gonna do with condoms? I didn't have the heart to come out to them... I can always give them to someone else. Any takers??
Mac
Is reminding us all of the importance of positive thought by linking to photos of puppies on his blog. Check it out! Tee hee...
Meanwhile I'm scared... I'm gonna go for my experimental vaccination shot this afternoon. Sorta seems more scary when you're right in front of it.
I would say go to my archives to see the full story, but then they've disappeared as well.
*cough* useless*cough* blogger.
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Is reminding us all of the importance of positive thought by linking to photos of puppies on his blog. Check it out! Tee hee...
Meanwhile I'm scared... I'm gonna go for my experimental vaccination shot this afternoon. Sorta seems more scary when you're right in front of it.
I would say go to my archives to see the full story, but then they've disappeared as well.
*cough* useless*cough* blogger.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Ground Rules for War
1. Invent a nice, positive and catchy name for your war. Like... operation Iraqi Freedom.
2. Start in time for the news crews to get the optimal coverage of your speech.
3. Pretend that you regret having to start this war, when it's really what you've wanted to do ever since your daddy did it before.
4. Try and convince your population there's a chance of killing Saddam Hussein. (Remember Osama?)
5. Invent a connection with the Sept 11 terrorism, that will let you get away with anything. In this case: IraQ and Al Qaeda both have a Q in it... hence the connection.
6. Pretend this is in fact a humanitarian act.
7. Know you won't be prosecuted by the UN even though you broke the rules, because your country rules the world.
8. When reporting about "operation Iraqi Freedom" (doesn't it sound fabulous) make sure you give out the stock market news in a little scroll line at the bottom of the screen, so you can reassure people that the price of oil hasn't gone up yet.
9. Show as many images as possible even (especially) if said images don't add anything to the news.
10. Ignore that fact that there's been no "new news" for hours and just repeat the same things over and over again, pretending it's something exclusive.
11. Smoke a cigar and rejoice in the feeling of playing with guns.
12. Hope your population will forget that you forgot about THEIR education, health care and social care needs, but prefer this game instead.
13. Make sure god blesses you.
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1. Invent a nice, positive and catchy name for your war. Like... operation Iraqi Freedom.
2. Start in time for the news crews to get the optimal coverage of your speech.
3. Pretend that you regret having to start this war, when it's really what you've wanted to do ever since your daddy did it before.
4. Try and convince your population there's a chance of killing Saddam Hussein. (Remember Osama?)
5. Invent a connection with the Sept 11 terrorism, that will let you get away with anything. In this case: IraQ and Al Qaeda both have a Q in it... hence the connection.
6. Pretend this is in fact a humanitarian act.
7. Know you won't be prosecuted by the UN even though you broke the rules, because your country rules the world.
8. When reporting about "operation Iraqi Freedom" (doesn't it sound fabulous) make sure you give out the stock market news in a little scroll line at the bottom of the screen, so you can reassure people that the price of oil hasn't gone up yet.
9. Show as many images as possible even (especially) if said images don't add anything to the news.
10. Ignore that fact that there's been no "new news" for hours and just repeat the same things over and over again, pretending it's something exclusive.
11. Smoke a cigar and rejoice in the feeling of playing with guns.
12. Hope your population will forget that you forgot about THEIR education, health care and social care needs, but prefer this game instead.
13. Make sure god blesses you.
Dotte
was making an awful lot of noise downstairs (that's the cat by the way) so I bravely went to check it out. You never know, I might have found some burglar eager to smash in my head with his handy baseball bat or one of Bush's bombs that slightly went astray.
I came in the living room to find her spitting, hissing, even growling from behind the sofa.
Quite impressive for my little Diva.
Turns out it was the evil grey tomcat from nextdoor.
My gorgeous Dotte, fighting against all things evil, grey, furry and uncastrated. You go girl!
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was making an awful lot of noise downstairs (that's the cat by the way) so I bravely went to check it out. You never know, I might have found some burglar eager to smash in my head with his handy baseball bat or one of Bush's bombs that slightly went astray.
I came in the living room to find her spitting, hissing, even growling from behind the sofa.
Quite impressive for my little Diva.
Turns out it was the evil grey tomcat from nextdoor.
My gorgeous Dotte, fighting against all things evil, grey, furry and uncastrated. You go girl!
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
urgh
hello peeps, yes it's Tuesday again. Practical time. I'm sooo tired I can't even begin to describe it.
Do you think the prof would mind if I fell asleep in her class? No, me neither...
Saddam has 48 hours before Georgieboy drops the bombs. Fun fun fun> I'm getting out my umbrella, knowing the Americans and their "precision" bombing... "Sorry for bombing the Red Cross, we were positive it was an arms factory. Hope you don't mind"
Is it illegal to kill people that annoy you?......... I'd love to have a go.
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hello peeps, yes it's Tuesday again. Practical time. I'm sooo tired I can't even begin to describe it.
Do you think the prof would mind if I fell asleep in her class? No, me neither...
Saddam has 48 hours before Georgieboy drops the bombs. Fun fun fun> I'm getting out my umbrella, knowing the Americans and their "precision" bombing... "Sorry for bombing the Red Cross, we were positive it was an arms factory. Hope you don't mind"
Is it illegal to kill people that annoy you?......... I'd love to have a go.
Monday, March 17, 2003
You are a FUNKY Fem
which lesbian stereotype are you - go on u wana know!!
brought to you by Quizilla
hee hee
star. Need any more encouragement?
Happy St Patrick's Day!
Let's take a moment to thank the Irish for what they've brought to this world..
Bewitched (remember them? C'est La vie... ), Westlife, Boyzone, Roooooonan Keating, Johnny Logan, an unfair amount of victories in the Eurovision Song Contest, Guinness, a guide to semtex and its uses, the Dubliners, Lord of the Dance with scary Demon Michael Flatley, probably half of the American population at the moment... aaaarh the brilliance of it all!
But then they also brought us Jo and Mac... so they're forgiven. (jk!)
Top o' the mornin to ya!
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Saturday, March 15, 2003
because one log
is never enough for me. And because I'm quite happy with the design now, here's a link to my livejournal.
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is never enough for me. And because I'm quite happy with the design now, here's a link to my livejournal.
No diggity
have to say I'm impressed with Brahim in Idool... he's bloody good. So was Stripey of course. But I hope to god Mister "look at my hands" Chris gets chucked out soon... It seems he thinks himself a tad too cool for my liking.
I so laughed at Melissa's comment on Ant yesterday... she was just staring at the telly and as if she was in shock commented on the size of his forehead. Oh well.. ya had to be there I guess.
I'm in a weird mood. Feel on the verge of tears, but without reason to. Not feeling like concentrating, biting my nails constantly. Not doing any work, just staring in front of me. Wanna go outside but wouldn't know what for. *sighs*
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more no more no more no more
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have to say I'm impressed with Brahim in Idool... he's bloody good. So was Stripey of course. But I hope to god Mister "look at my hands" Chris gets chucked out soon... It seems he thinks himself a tad too cool for my liking.
I so laughed at Melissa's comment on Ant yesterday... she was just staring at the telly and as if she was in shock commented on the size of his forehead. Oh well.. ya had to be there I guess.
I'm in a weird mood. Feel on the verge of tears, but without reason to. Not feeling like concentrating, biting my nails constantly. Not doing any work, just staring in front of me. Wanna go outside but wouldn't know what for. *sighs*
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more no more no more no more
Friday, March 14, 2003
relationship crisis
Melissa says I can't sing.
She did.
She says I try very hard, but I sing out of tune.
I will not stand for this.
She also said that, if I were my adidas trainers and my dykie polo shirt, I do have the X-factor. But my singing was still off.
The liar!
# But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cryyyyy
I gave you my love in vain...#
what'd you mean it's not sung good? *throws tantrum*
Oh. And Stijn, get off your ass and start househunting. :oP
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Melissa says I can't sing.
She did.
She says I try very hard, but I sing out of tune.
I will not stand for this.
She also said that, if I were my adidas trainers and my dykie polo shirt, I do have the X-factor. But my singing was still off.
The liar!
# But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cryyyyy
I gave you my love in vain...#
what'd you mean it's not sung good? *throws tantrum*
Oh. And Stijn, get off your ass and start househunting. :oP
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Antwerp
City with the biggest amount of extreme right voters (30%) in Belgium and a coalition of all the parties apart from them forming the local council, doesn't have a council anymore. Everyone quit after fraud was discovered with the city secretary.
If the greens decide to jump in the new council coalition I'm seriously considering not voting for them anymore, at all. It's time for opposition, now more than ever.
I think we might be heading for the 40% of extreme right voters next time.
Joy.
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City with the biggest amount of extreme right voters (30%) in Belgium and a coalition of all the parties apart from them forming the local council, doesn't have a council anymore. Everyone quit after fraud was discovered with the city secretary.
If the greens decide to jump in the new council coalition I'm seriously considering not voting for them anymore, at all. It's time for opposition, now more than ever.
I think we might be heading for the 40% of extreme right voters next time.
Joy.
just thinking...
about how brilliant the pet shop boys are.
It's 80s week on Donna and we've just had three songs from the Boys.
#west end girls... tumdumtumdum#
Anyways.
I was a pretty good girl yesterday. Did not go to class (bad me) but instead I worked on my PTSD paper and even decided not to meet with Melissa (*gulps*) but instead work on in the evening. I'm still wondering what came over us.
She came to the station in Kortrijk this morning (11.12am) just to see me for three minutes before the train went on to Ghent. *ggg*
Badminton tonight, gonna kick Ellen's booty.
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about how brilliant the pet shop boys are.
It's 80s week on Donna and we've just had three songs from the Boys.
#west end girls... tumdumtumdum#
Anyways.
I was a pretty good girl yesterday. Did not go to class (bad me) but instead I worked on my PTSD paper and even decided not to meet with Melissa (*gulps*) but instead work on in the evening. I'm still wondering what came over us.
She came to the station in Kortrijk this morning (11.12am) just to see me for three minutes before the train went on to Ghent. *ggg*
Badminton tonight, gonna kick Ellen's booty.
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Idool 2003
check out Natalia by clicking on kandidaten, finalisten and then Natalia, followed by the little TV screen on the page (if the page isn't down as usual). Melissa and I call her Streepje (Stripey), but the reasons will become clear.
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check out Natalia by clicking on kandidaten, finalisten and then Natalia, followed by the little TV screen on the page (if the page isn't down as usual). Melissa and I call her Streepje (Stripey), but the reasons will become clear.
blind men?
I think a bloke on the bus was flirting with me.
Which is virtually impossible cos I seem to have some kinda bug that leaves me with the hugest headache, tiny eyes, cold and hot flashes and a droopy pasty white face. So he's either braindead (very well possible), blind (no cane, but hey, you never know) or a masochist into pity-fucks.
Of course it might just be that even when pasty, I look absolutely enchanting *cough*
Maureen, I need some IrnBru! I have my evil practical with the evil professor from hell who keeps looking at me like i'm something that got stuck on the sole of her shoe....
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I think a bloke on the bus was flirting with me.
Which is virtually impossible cos I seem to have some kinda bug that leaves me with the hugest headache, tiny eyes, cold and hot flashes and a droopy pasty white face. So he's either braindead (very well possible), blind (no cane, but hey, you never know) or a masochist into pity-fucks.
Of course it might just be that even when pasty, I look absolutely enchanting *cough*
Maureen, I need some IrnBru! I have my evil practical with the evil professor from hell who keeps looking at me like i'm something that got stuck on the sole of her shoe....
Monday, March 10, 2003
aargh
splitting headache.
productive library day. even went to class; even tried some more statistics.
something weird was in my bag of crisps, it seems to be a blob of grease. Salty disgusting grease that I nearly ate. Wondering what to do, the crisps bag is on my desk at the moment but it seems so stupid to send it to them. "here my half eaten stinking bag of crisps + blob of grease you guys put in there"...
Cuddled Melissa.
Downloaded ep 2 of the new series of SFU. But again, just like last week, all I got was a black screen with the minutes of the ep ticking by.... so frustrating. *sniffs*
And I think that's it. That's my account of a whole day! Christ that's pathetic.
On lighter news (ahem), a professor of psychiatry (who taught a course in my third year) has been convicted of fraud and tampering with research results. Great going!
My own thesis promotor is still in Haiti.
aaaaargh! the word thesis! My headache increases!
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splitting headache.
productive library day. even went to class; even tried some more statistics.
something weird was in my bag of crisps, it seems to be a blob of grease. Salty disgusting grease that I nearly ate. Wondering what to do, the crisps bag is on my desk at the moment but it seems so stupid to send it to them. "here my half eaten stinking bag of crisps + blob of grease you guys put in there"...
Cuddled Melissa.
Downloaded ep 2 of the new series of SFU. But again, just like last week, all I got was a black screen with the minutes of the ep ticking by.... so frustrating. *sniffs*
And I think that's it. That's my account of a whole day! Christ that's pathetic.
On lighter news (ahem), a professor of psychiatry (who taught a course in my third year) has been convicted of fraud and tampering with research results. Great going!
My own thesis promotor is still in Haiti.
aaaaargh! the word thesis! My headache increases!
Sunday, March 09, 2003
heavy head
My head is spinning with graphs, box plots, descriptive statistics and data editors. I've been hitting SPSS for my thesis. Did countless "things" and got just as much "things" back but I can't for the life of me remember what they were. Like.. if you know there's a main effect of gender, but there's no interaction effect of gender and sexuality. Does that then mean that there's no difference between straight women and lesbians/gay men and straight men? I think so, but i'm not sure.
wooooh. Tomorrow I'm hitting the library for my PTSD task and for my thesis again. If I feel up to it I might try out some more analyses in the PC Class (they have a more recent version of SPSS with the test I need for my analysis, I can only do Univariate linear model but I need Multivariate)... Will I even have time to go to class one might wonder? I'm not sure... might just stay in the library the whole morning, depending on what I feel like.
Melissa didn't get killed in the english traffic, so that's good news.
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My head is spinning with graphs, box plots, descriptive statistics and data editors. I've been hitting SPSS for my thesis. Did countless "things" and got just as much "things" back but I can't for the life of me remember what they were. Like.. if you know there's a main effect of gender, but there's no interaction effect of gender and sexuality. Does that then mean that there's no difference between straight women and lesbians/gay men and straight men? I think so, but i'm not sure.
wooooh. Tomorrow I'm hitting the library for my PTSD task and for my thesis again. If I feel up to it I might try out some more analyses in the PC Class (they have a more recent version of SPSS with the test I need for my analysis, I can only do Univariate linear model but I need Multivariate)... Will I even have time to go to class one might wonder? I'm not sure... might just stay in the library the whole morning, depending on what I feel like.
Melissa didn't get killed in the english traffic, so that's good news.
Saturday, March 08, 2003
Piglet Straight?!
This photo arrived at Piglet's headquarters a few short moments ago.
The shock amongst Piglet's fans is said to be enormous, the dykes on bikes have already threatened revoking membership.
We will keep you (and the few fans of Mister White Bear) informed.
Meanwhile check out the band to represent belgium in the 2004 edition of the Eurovision Song contest: Les mystères des Moustaches".
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This photo arrived at Piglet's headquarters a few short moments ago.
The shock amongst Piglet's fans is said to be enormous, the dykes on bikes have already threatened revoking membership.
We will keep you (and the few fans of Mister White Bear) informed.
Meanwhile check out the band to represent belgium in the 2004 edition of the Eurovision Song contest: Les mystères des Moustaches".
International Women's Day
it's international women's day today.. inexplicably I've not been able to find a site dedicated to this.
The amount of violence against women is still disgusting, I think that's the theme this year. And quite rightly. Depressingly it's not the first time they've worked around this theme and it doesn't look as if it'll be the last time it'll be necessary either.
On another note. Why does Gareth Gates (PopIdol number2) get more attention than Will Young (the winner)? Is it the spikes in his hair that only take 5 hours every morning? The screaming teenage girls??? the gay factor? Will Young was asked by his record company in the US to not mention the gay thing... (see Little Moose's site) Sometimes we're still in the Middle Ages sweeties...
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it's international women's day today.. inexplicably I've not been able to find a site dedicated to this.
The amount of violence against women is still disgusting, I think that's the theme this year. And quite rightly. Depressingly it's not the first time they've worked around this theme and it doesn't look as if it'll be the last time it'll be necessary either.
On another note. Why does Gareth Gates (PopIdol number2) get more attention than Will Young (the winner)? Is it the spikes in his hair that only take 5 hours every morning? The screaming teenage girls??? the gay factor? Will Young was asked by his record company in the US to not mention the gay thing... (see Little Moose's site) Sometimes we're still in the Middle Ages sweeties...
Friday, March 07, 2003
Thursday, March 06, 2003
Six Feet Under quiz
I'm Brenda, who are you? Six Feet Under Quiz by Turi.
For spikey, who's currently being undressed by Frederik.
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I'm Brenda, who are you? Six Feet Under Quiz by Turi.
For spikey, who's currently being undressed by Frederik.
carnival party
If I still lived in ghent I'd be shaking in my bed tonight. Because tonight is the annual carnival party of my halls of residence.
The door rattling in its hinges, the floor vibrating, the dull thud of basses and the drunken singing clearly audible in my room on the second floor.
It wasn't as bad as the annual karaoke party....
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If I still lived in ghent I'd be shaking in my bed tonight. Because tonight is the annual carnival party of my halls of residence.
The door rattling in its hinges, the floor vibrating, the dull thud of basses and the drunken singing clearly audible in my room on the second floor.
It wasn't as bad as the annual karaoke party....
joke to start the day
Why don't students look out of the window in the morning?
Cos they'd have nothing to do in the afternoon....
(from In Deep, BBC tv show with slashy possibilities)
The payment for the experiment is only in two years time. sniffles. Hopefully by then I'll have a good job. Still, I might still be unemployed and eating out of trash cans, begging to pay my internet bill.
I deleted about a gigabyte full of mp3s and films. I hate the idea of putting stuff on CD because then they're not as readily available... when i want to hear a certain song now I know it's in my list and I only have to look it up. If it's on CD I'll have to figure out what CD it's on, get up out of my seat (hard work that!), put the cd on and find the track number!
I'm a spoilt brat!
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Why don't students look out of the window in the morning?
Cos they'd have nothing to do in the afternoon....
(from In Deep, BBC tv show with slashy possibilities)
The payment for the experiment is only in two years time. sniffles. Hopefully by then I'll have a good job. Still, I might still be unemployed and eating out of trash cans, begging to pay my internet bill.
I deleted about a gigabyte full of mp3s and films. I hate the idea of putting stuff on CD because then they're not as readily available... when i want to hear a certain song now I know it's in my list and I only have to look it up. If it's on CD I'll have to figure out what CD it's on, get up out of my seat (hard work that!), put the cd on and find the track number!
I'm a spoilt brat!
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
update
Since blogger constantly fucks up (the archives, my trying to change my songs feature which won't change - and yes, I know it's me that's fucking up and not blogger) I've got myself a livejournal. However, even that's harder than I thought and I still don't know what to do with it. So I won't be giving out the address just yet. Don't know what to do with it yet either!
I got a new keyboard. Very stylish. It seems to be working so far but then again, I didn't throw a glass of water over it yet either.
The people from the vaccination experiment phoned me back. Apparently my blood and urine samples showed I was a very healthy unpregnant woman and I can take part in the experiment. Hurray! And "eek!" as well... suddenly it hit home. On March the 21st (first day of Spring, how symbolic) they'll give me the first dose of the experimental vaccination. And i still don't know when I'll get paid... too scared to ask.
No one is on msn... apart from the Hippo. Not a fan of the Hippo.
I've downloaded two versions of the first ep of season 3 of Six Feet Under (shown in the States last Sunday) so far and they've all turned out unplayable on my computer. Maybe it's realplayer I don't know... they are the right size for avi films, but the screen is just blank. Let's hope the third one is a different version, been longing to see this episode!
Slashy bunnies hopped during Holby City as well... i can't believe I missed yet another gay romance between gorgeous Ben and... whoever. Or whatever the midwife-bloke's name is.. Even Wittekerke has its own homosexual these days.
I ask you, is *nothing* sacred anymore?
Next thing you know even Harry Potter will be perverted.....
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Since blogger constantly fucks up (the archives, my trying to change my songs feature which won't change - and yes, I know it's me that's fucking up and not blogger) I've got myself a livejournal. However, even that's harder than I thought and I still don't know what to do with it. So I won't be giving out the address just yet. Don't know what to do with it yet either!
I got a new keyboard. Very stylish. It seems to be working so far but then again, I didn't throw a glass of water over it yet either.
The people from the vaccination experiment phoned me back. Apparently my blood and urine samples showed I was a very healthy unpregnant woman and I can take part in the experiment. Hurray! And "eek!" as well... suddenly it hit home. On March the 21st (first day of Spring, how symbolic) they'll give me the first dose of the experimental vaccination. And i still don't know when I'll get paid... too scared to ask.
No one is on msn... apart from the Hippo. Not a fan of the Hippo.
I've downloaded two versions of the first ep of season 3 of Six Feet Under (shown in the States last Sunday) so far and they've all turned out unplayable on my computer. Maybe it's realplayer I don't know... they are the right size for avi films, but the screen is just blank. Let's hope the third one is a different version, been longing to see this episode!
Slashy bunnies hopped during Holby City as well... i can't believe I missed yet another gay romance between gorgeous Ben and... whoever. Or whatever the midwife-bloke's name is.. Even Wittekerke has its own homosexual these days.
I ask you, is *nothing* sacred anymore?
Next thing you know even Harry Potter will be perverted.....
qwertyfied?
My keyboard seems ok now... Apart from when I type a 87 it comes out as a 78.
Erm
No. that was meant to be a 7 comes out as a 78... weirdness!
But the bbbbb is ok again, as is the spacebar and the cccc. Whiiii.
I never knew spilling water over a keyboard could have these kinds of consequences! Jees! Not as if it's the first glass of water I ever spilled on it...
ooh! the double figures thing seems to be a problem for all the numbers on the extreme left of my numberthingie.. check this out 78 45 12 . Hm. When all I wanted was 7 4 1.
ooooooooooh the mysteries of computers!!
Someone call Mulder and Scully. Or no... they're outdated... Someone get me Alan Rickman please....
what?
he's intelligent....
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My keyboard seems ok now... Apart from when I type a 87 it comes out as a 78.
Erm
No. that was meant to be a 7 comes out as a 78... weirdness!
But the bbbbb is ok again, as is the spacebar and the cccc. Whiiii.
I never knew spilling water over a keyboard could have these kinds of consequences! Jees! Not as if it's the first glass of water I ever spilled on it...
ooh! the double figures thing seems to be a problem for all the numbers on the extreme left of my numberthingie.. check this out 78 45 12 . Hm. When all I wanted was 7 4 1.
ooooooooooh the mysteries of computers!!
Someone call Mulder and Scully. Or no... they're outdated... Someone get me Alan Rickman please....
what?
he's intelligent....
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Arnie
From Bart and... . Ahem. Anyway.
My legs are killing me. Mister Bluebird spent a small fortune on so-called trendy clothes. I tried on several pairs of jeans until I got frustrated and bitch slapped two saleswomen. Bluebird was flustered and called upon me to "stop this hideous behaviour and go back to purchase, purchase and purchase some more". I told him where to stick it.
Mister Bluebird also needed a new shower curtain (hiptrendy please) and some Oven mitts to go with his furniture and his pizza-melting oven. So we walked (strumpled) halfway across Ghent to find the bestest shower curtain ever (with froggies) in possibly the worst shop ever. The oven mitts were found as well. Blue jeans. Very stylish and they go brilliantly with his new wardrobe.
On the way back to the city centre I kicked three old ladies (they were in my way dammit), stole a man's wheelchair (my feet hurt!) and hissed at several women wearing trainers that looked too much like mine. Mister Bluebird smoked a fag and pretended to be the perfect gentlemen. Even going as far as suggesting we go for pancakes.
Then he decided to cruise Mister Metro (the salesman in the Metro shop) so I dragged myself back to that shop.
After an exhausting day I went to Panos only to find they were out of Donuts! Noooooooooooooooooo!
And I don't want to go into Uni tomorrow.
I blame it on Bluebird.
I want new jeans.
(note to the readers: some accounts of what happened might be slightly exaggerated. The cruising was not part of that.)
I did finally get the full disc of piccies from New Years Eve. Green eye shadow is a definite no-no for me but we did have a great time.
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From Bart and... . Ahem. Anyway.
My legs are killing me. Mister Bluebird spent a small fortune on so-called trendy clothes. I tried on several pairs of jeans until I got frustrated and bitch slapped two saleswomen. Bluebird was flustered and called upon me to "stop this hideous behaviour and go back to purchase, purchase and purchase some more". I told him where to stick it.
Mister Bluebird also needed a new shower curtain (hiptrendy please) and some Oven mitts to go with his furniture and his pizza-melting oven. So we walked (strumpled) halfway across Ghent to find the bestest shower curtain ever (with froggies) in possibly the worst shop ever. The oven mitts were found as well. Blue jeans. Very stylish and they go brilliantly with his new wardrobe.
On the way back to the city centre I kicked three old ladies (they were in my way dammit), stole a man's wheelchair (my feet hurt!) and hissed at several women wearing trainers that looked too much like mine. Mister Bluebird smoked a fag and pretended to be the perfect gentlemen. Even going as far as suggesting we go for pancakes.
Then he decided to cruise Mister Metro (the salesman in the Metro shop) so I dragged myself back to that shop.
After an exhausting day I went to Panos only to find they were out of Donuts! Noooooooooooooooooo!
And I don't want to go into Uni tomorrow.
I blame it on Bluebird.
I want new jeans.
(note to the readers: some accounts of what happened might be slightly exaggerated. The cruising was not part of that.)
I did finally get the full disc of piccies from New Years Eve. Green eye shadow is a definite no-no for me but we did have a great time.
that was quick!
Took all of half an hour to explain to me what I need to do, who I need to chuck out. Unfortunately all the actual work is for me. Noooo. Could he not grab my disc, do the analysis and interpret it while he was at it??
So I'm off to recode some variables, fuck up, tear out my hair and then hopefully find a nice output screen AND interpret everything correctly. Wish me luck!
And after that the biggest challenge of all: Bart's oven shopping trip. If I were an alcoholic I'd need a drink right now....
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Took all of half an hour to explain to me what I need to do, who I need to chuck out. Unfortunately all the actual work is for me. Noooo. Could he not grab my disc, do the analysis and interpret it while he was at it??
So I'm off to recode some variables, fuck up, tear out my hair and then hopefully find a nice output screen AND interpret everything correctly. Wish me luck!
And after that the biggest challenge of all: Bart's oven shopping trip. If I were an alcoholic I'd need a drink right now....
Monday, March 03, 2003
tomorrow
I face the horror of a data analysis of my thesis with an assistent of the dept. Who'll probably be very nice to me, even though I'll sit there with tiny little eyes, yawning and looking cluelessly at the poor lad.
Then i'm going shopping with Mister Bluebird. He needs oven material now his grandparents bought him an oven. I'll secretly be looking for a pair of jeans even though I can't afford them. Long live materialism! And debts!
Tonight I'll watch Six Feet Under (series 1, unfortunately), probably Jonathan Creek (taped it Saturday) and then I might read some more in "Taal zonder Mij" by Kristien Hemmerechts (yes, i've become a fan), after which I'll put the book in my bag for Uni tomorrow, so I have something to read besides Humo on the train.
Meanwhile I'd just like to say "Big up"(in a cool gangsta rapper/Ali G style) to George Michael. He seems to have the balls to be making statements. The debate about whether popstars should make political statements or not is for another time, but even though his last single flopped because of a brilliant blair/bush bashing videoclip he's still going for it. Big Up to you Georgieboy!
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I face the horror of a data analysis of my thesis with an assistent of the dept. Who'll probably be very nice to me, even though I'll sit there with tiny little eyes, yawning and looking cluelessly at the poor lad.
Then i'm going shopping with Mister Bluebird. He needs oven material now his grandparents bought him an oven. I'll secretly be looking for a pair of jeans even though I can't afford them. Long live materialism! And debts!
Tonight I'll watch Six Feet Under (series 1, unfortunately), probably Jonathan Creek (taped it Saturday) and then I might read some more in "Taal zonder Mij" by Kristien Hemmerechts (yes, i've become a fan), after which I'll put the book in my bag for Uni tomorrow, so I have something to read besides Humo on the train.
Meanwhile I'd just like to say "Big up"(in a cool gangsta rapper/Ali G style) to George Michael. He seems to have the balls to be making statements. The debate about whether popstars should make political statements or not is for another time, but even though his last single flopped because of a brilliant blair/bush bashing videoclip he's still going for it. Big Up to you Georgieboy!
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Saturday, March 01, 2003
testing testing
I arrive in polyclinic 2 and have to take the steps downstairs, to a bunker-like basement. The whole university Hospital isn't exactly the prime example of modern architecture, it would be perfect for some kind of horror film.
First I fill in i few questionnaires, one to see how much i understand of the experiment and the other to assess my "risk behaviour" with questions like "do you use intravenous drugs?" and "For women only: in the past two months, did you have anal or vaginal sex with five or more partners of the other gender?" Now lemme think.....
Then I was asked to pee. Yes. In a cup. I couldn't do it.
I sat in the "waiting room" for a few minutes, looking at the other guinea pigs, when a very dykie looking doctor came for me. She ran over a few other questions with me "did I still have my spleen?", "was I pregnant?". Then she did a physical, checked my pupils (to see if i wasn't lying about the drugs?), probably checked my arms, my pulse, lungs, the lot. Couldn't believe my BP was only 60 over 90. She checked my BP again... probably an excuse to be able to touch a gorgeous creature like me a little longer (*ahem*).
After all that a nurse took five tubes of blood out of me. Poor blood.
And then I had to go pee in that dreadful cup again. After imagining waterfalls, rivers, seas and lakes I finally managed it. Though not without some messiness. Why did I post this?
Oh well.
They'll phone next week to see if they can use me in the trial.
And that concludes my adventures in the bowels of the UZ in Ghent.
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I arrive in polyclinic 2 and have to take the steps downstairs, to a bunker-like basement. The whole university Hospital isn't exactly the prime example of modern architecture, it would be perfect for some kind of horror film.
First I fill in i few questionnaires, one to see how much i understand of the experiment and the other to assess my "risk behaviour" with questions like "do you use intravenous drugs?" and "For women only: in the past two months, did you have anal or vaginal sex with five or more partners of the other gender?" Now lemme think.....
Then I was asked to pee. Yes. In a cup. I couldn't do it.
I sat in the "waiting room" for a few minutes, looking at the other guinea pigs, when a very dykie looking doctor came for me. She ran over a few other questions with me "did I still have my spleen?", "was I pregnant?". Then she did a physical, checked my pupils (to see if i wasn't lying about the drugs?), probably checked my arms, my pulse, lungs, the lot. Couldn't believe my BP was only 60 over 90. She checked my BP again... probably an excuse to be able to touch a gorgeous creature like me a little longer (*ahem*).
After all that a nurse took five tubes of blood out of me. Poor blood.
And then I had to go pee in that dreadful cup again. After imagining waterfalls, rivers, seas and lakes I finally managed it. Though not without some messiness. Why did I post this?
Oh well.
They'll phone next week to see if they can use me in the trial.
And that concludes my adventures in the bowels of the UZ in Ghent.
