Day 2 - That Day I Cried My Eyes Out
Too shocked to type much.
Someone (some thieving, scumbag, waste of society) has stolen Hoj's seat cover.
This is just too depressing.
Excuse me while I eat lots of chocolate, get fat and mourn the loss of my flowery seat cover with my distraught bicycle.
&&Fin.
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Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
There Are Nights When The Wolves Are Silent And Only The Moon Howls
Day ?? - That Time I Locked Myself Away and Did Revision
I know, I know, it sounds like the start of some spooky halloween tale. In fact, just saying the word 'revision' aloud makes a tremor run down my spine. Nevertheless, that is what I have been doing for the past week. It was a very strange exam system though.
The European Private Law exam was 6.30pm-9pm. Which I was very baffled about - who does exams in the evenings? Very weird. Also, it wasn't properly moderated, you had your bag next to you, the invigilator left the room occasionally, you went to the toilet on your own.
But, weirdest of all, when I opened my Law exam staring back at me were multiple choice questions.
....?
Not that I have anything against MCQ papers it's just that...that's not how we're used to doing Law back in England, letmetellyou.
It was just a different, continental experience all round I guess.
Anthropology was very odd too - a take home exam which we had 10 days to complete (so coursework really). There were 10 questions split into two parts (1a&b, 2a&b etc) but you were only allowed to write one page for each numbered question so one page for both parts of your answer.
Most confusing.
My friend sat her Masters level exam and she was allowed a statute book in with her. Nobody checked that she hadn't written extra notes in there or that it was a clean copy.
No wonder the pass rate over here is 60% instead of 40%. How embarrassing if you fail.
(I say that now but in a couple of weeks I expect I'll be in tears over my mark of 5 or below.)
So, alas, my adventures have not been so great this week. Although I have enjoyed some new experiences I suppose. Here are some other things I have done:
I know, I know, it sounds like the start of some spooky halloween tale. In fact, just saying the word 'revision' aloud makes a tremor run down my spine. Nevertheless, that is what I have been doing for the past week. It was a very strange exam system though.
The European Private Law exam was 6.30pm-9pm. Which I was very baffled about - who does exams in the evenings? Very weird. Also, it wasn't properly moderated, you had your bag next to you, the invigilator left the room occasionally, you went to the toilet on your own.
But, weirdest of all, when I opened my Law exam staring back at me were multiple choice questions.
....?
Not that I have anything against MCQ papers it's just that...that's not how we're used to doing Law back in England, letmetellyou.
It was just a different, continental experience all round I guess.
Anthropology was very odd too - a take home exam which we had 10 days to complete (so coursework really). There were 10 questions split into two parts (1a&b, 2a&b etc) but you were only allowed to write one page for each numbered question so one page for both parts of your answer.
Most confusing.
My friend sat her Masters level exam and she was allowed a statute book in with her. Nobody checked that she hadn't written extra notes in there or that it was a clean copy.
No wonder the pass rate over here is 60% instead of 40%. How embarrassing if you fail.
(I say that now but in a couple of weeks I expect I'll be in tears over my mark of 5 or below.)
So, alas, my adventures have not been so great this week. Although I have enjoyed some new experiences I suppose. Here are some other things I have done:
- Gone for hot chocolate and stayed in the coffee shop for 3 hours.
- Bought lights and a seat cover for my beautiful Hoj. (Because he's worth it.)
- Had someone clear out the bike shed so now there is room for all the bikes. Huzzah!
- Lied to a charity worker.
- Missed out on what looked like the best Halloween party ever because it was the night before my exam.
- Ruined my freshly painted nails by cleaning the kitchen after my student manager came to remind me.
- Laughed at some pretty funny pictures on facebook (you know the one I mean!)
- Talked to Hanny Vee for the first time in agessss. <3
- Arranged Sam to come and visit in November! =D
- Arranged for Sam to have a bed when he comes to visit.
- Cried because my Mum told me she was re-decorating my room and I was emotional.
- Invited an Australian back to my house for Christmas.
- Asked my parents if I could invite an Australian back to my house for Christmas.
- Watched an entire season of Legend of the Seeker.
I think that's about it so far.
&&Fin.
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Here's To The Pilot That Weathered The Storm
Day ?? - That Time I Regretted Not Starving
Hello, dear readers.
I know that my absence in writing must have caused more than a few broken hearts but fear not! For I have returned with a vengeance.
The Tale of The Disconnection
Twas a cold Thursday eve
And the winter drew in
There was nought to do
But to sit and to sin.
A young girl was sat,
Her head in her hands,
For the internet was down
Along with her plans.
For she hoped she could watch
(As she was wont to do)
Some TV shows of hers
(There were more than a few).
But alas come the night
When the stars shone so gay
Her connection was gone
It had fluttered away.
Onward she battled
Through sever and gateway
But she turned to the vodka
So miserable was her day.
Then she partied all night
Danced till her feet turned blue
As she prayed that tomorrow
Her connection would be renewed.
All through Friday she suffered
Without book (face or lame),
Till she called the IT man
Such was her pain.
She knocked on his dwelling,
Filled with such dread,
For she had heard if you woke him,
He ripped off your head.
He opened the door,
She stifled a cry.
"What do you want?"
He roared with fee and with fi.
Calmly she told him
Her woes and her needs
He slammed the door in her face
And went about his dark, IT deeds.
A few minutes later,
And a few minutes more,
A muffled apology
Could be heard through the door.
"There's nought to be done."
He shrugged and he waved.
"Your internet's gone.
It cannot be saved."
Beaten, defeated,
The girl returned home
Where the only thing to do
Was to whine and to moan.
"Unhelpful wretch!
What on earth shall I do?
I have a project on Monday
And I'll miss Smallville too."
The weekend came
And the weekend went
She was ready to demand
A reduction of her rent.
In her hours of seclusion,
Cut off from the world
She managed to get through
An entire series of Gossip Girl.
But Monday came
And the IT man did too
"Turns out it's just your IPv6
It'll be as good as new."
The girl rejoiced
Her luck was finally in,
But her stomach lurched
When she saw IT man grin.
"Yep, reconnected
In a day or three.
That's what you get
For awakening me."
He left with a chuckle,
The girl still without power
So she sat down and counted
Every minute, every hour.
Lucky for her
(And her sanity too)
She was reconnected Tuesday
And she had much to do.
There were programs to watch
And emails to write
And secrets to keep
Of the events of Sunday night.
For nobody knew
That the girl was a whizz
That she hacked someone's wireless
What a cheeky young miss.
But regardless of this,
Her internet was back
So she wasted her time
Writing poetry and other cack.
=D
Yeah. Take that.
Also, I had my Anthropology presentation on Monday which could have gone worse. I think it was okay so I'm feeling quite good about that. It's weird to think though that I've had 6 weeks of lectures and I've already finished 2 of my modules for the year. Very bizarre. I'm a little worried about exams next week just because I feel like I haven't really learnt anything. And not because I haven't been working but just because it's been such a short time.
Anyway, onto other news.
Today I ran out of food. (Well, technically it was yesterday evening). So I knew I had to go food shopping. But the weather was horrible so I knew I had to do it on the way home because I wouldn't leave my house again if I got into the warm.
I picked up a few things in town and then went onto Albert Heijn and Lidl to get my food.
As I'm cycling home the wind picks up and it's been drizzling on and off all day so it started doing that again. Then, all of a sudden, there is a heavy hail storm. And I'm stuck in the middle of it with shopping bags, a wooly hat and skinny jeans.
Oh, that was a fun ride home.
Turns out the best buy of the day was not food (which I would have starved without) it was the preemptive waterproof mascara.
Bargain.
&&Fin.
Hello, dear readers.
I know that my absence in writing must have caused more than a few broken hearts but fear not! For I have returned with a vengeance.
The Tale of The Disconnection
Twas a cold Thursday eve
And the winter drew in
There was nought to do
But to sit and to sin.
A young girl was sat,
Her head in her hands,
For the internet was down
Along with her plans.
For she hoped she could watch
(As she was wont to do)
Some TV shows of hers
(There were more than a few).
But alas come the night
When the stars shone so gay
Her connection was gone
It had fluttered away.
Onward she battled
Through sever and gateway
But she turned to the vodka
So miserable was her day.
Then she partied all night
Danced till her feet turned blue
As she prayed that tomorrow
Her connection would be renewed.
All through Friday she suffered
Without book (face or lame),
Till she called the IT man
Such was her pain.
She knocked on his dwelling,
Filled with such dread,
For she had heard if you woke him,
He ripped off your head.
He opened the door,
She stifled a cry.
"What do you want?"
He roared with fee and with fi.
Calmly she told him
Her woes and her needs
He slammed the door in her face
And went about his dark, IT deeds.
A few minutes later,
And a few minutes more,
A muffled apology
Could be heard through the door.
"There's nought to be done."
He shrugged and he waved.
"Your internet's gone.
It cannot be saved."
Beaten, defeated,
The girl returned home
Where the only thing to do
Was to whine and to moan.
"Unhelpful wretch!
What on earth shall I do?
I have a project on Monday
And I'll miss Smallville too."
The weekend came
And the weekend went
She was ready to demand
A reduction of her rent.
In her hours of seclusion,
Cut off from the world
She managed to get through
An entire series of Gossip Girl.
But Monday came
And the IT man did too
"Turns out it's just your IPv6
It'll be as good as new."
The girl rejoiced
Her luck was finally in,
But her stomach lurched
When she saw IT man grin.
"Yep, reconnected
In a day or three.
That's what you get
For awakening me."
He left with a chuckle,
The girl still without power
So she sat down and counted
Every minute, every hour.
Lucky for her
(And her sanity too)
She was reconnected Tuesday
And she had much to do.
There were programs to watch
And emails to write
And secrets to keep
Of the events of Sunday night.
For nobody knew
That the girl was a whizz
That she hacked someone's wireless
What a cheeky young miss.
But regardless of this,
Her internet was back
So she wasted her time
Writing poetry and other cack.
=D
Yeah. Take that.
Also, I had my Anthropology presentation on Monday which could have gone worse. I think it was okay so I'm feeling quite good about that. It's weird to think though that I've had 6 weeks of lectures and I've already finished 2 of my modules for the year. Very bizarre. I'm a little worried about exams next week just because I feel like I haven't really learnt anything. And not because I haven't been working but just because it's been such a short time.
Anyway, onto other news.
Today I ran out of food. (Well, technically it was yesterday evening). So I knew I had to go food shopping. But the weather was horrible so I knew I had to do it on the way home because I wouldn't leave my house again if I got into the warm.
I picked up a few things in town and then went onto Albert Heijn and Lidl to get my food.
As I'm cycling home the wind picks up and it's been drizzling on and off all day so it started doing that again. Then, all of a sudden, there is a heavy hail storm. And I'm stuck in the middle of it with shopping bags, a wooly hat and skinny jeans.
Oh, that was a fun ride home.
Turns out the best buy of the day was not food (which I would have starved without) it was the preemptive waterproof mascara.
Bargain.
&&Fin.
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Honour Among Thieves
Week 3 - That Time I Almost Lost Him
Shock, horror, gasp!
Someone tried to steal Hoj today.
Yes, dear readers, note the 'tried' of that sentence. The bad men/women/people were foiled in their evil plans! I discovered their foul plot when I went to unlock Hoj and lift him out of the bike rack.
And the front wheel fell off.
These evil fiends/crack heads/baddies had unscrewed the nuts on the front wheel in the hopes that they could take the frame and leave the front wheel behind (as is the done thing, or so I hear). It's almost like a taunting calling card: 'haha, I have your bike but here's the wheel so you can cry over it and have a proper burial.'
Anyway, they would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for my meddling bike lock. Which I wrapped around the frame, wheel and bike rack. With another lock on my back wheel.
Boo ya sucks, bike thieves.
Bring it.
Day ?? - That Time I Took Back Everything
My sister is 18 years old, off to Uni and dim.
She wanted to post me some mail and, instead of going to the post office to get a 60p stamp to send to the Netherlands, she decided to save some time because she had a First Class stamp in her pocket.
=/
So she posted the letter with a First Class stamp on it. When I discovered this I mocked her relentlessly on Skype in order to let it sink in how truly dim this was.
After all, she needs to learn the errors of her ways.
Anyway, 3 days later I received some post. I was very excited (as one is when receiving real, in the flesh post). Then I noticed the top right hand corner.
There was a First Class stamp staring innocently up at me.
I take back every bad word I said about my sister and the postal service. She is, clearly, a genius in disguise.
Very, very good disguise but still; genius.
Also, I have been keeping myself entertained this afternoon by ... well, I'll let you judge for yourself.
&& Fin.
Shock, horror, gasp!
Someone tried to steal Hoj today.
Yes, dear readers, note the 'tried' of that sentence. The bad men/women/people were foiled in their evil plans! I discovered their foul plot when I went to unlock Hoj and lift him out of the bike rack.
And the front wheel fell off.
These evil fiends/crack heads/baddies had unscrewed the nuts on the front wheel in the hopes that they could take the frame and leave the front wheel behind (as is the done thing, or so I hear). It's almost like a taunting calling card: 'haha, I have your bike but here's the wheel so you can cry over it and have a proper burial.'
Anyway, they would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for my meddling bike lock. Which I wrapped around the frame, wheel and bike rack. With another lock on my back wheel.
Boo ya sucks, bike thieves.
Bring it.
Day ?? - That Time I Took Back Everything
My sister is 18 years old, off to Uni and dim.
She wanted to post me some mail and, instead of going to the post office to get a 60p stamp to send to the Netherlands, she decided to save some time because she had a First Class stamp in her pocket.
=/
So she posted the letter with a First Class stamp on it. When I discovered this I mocked her relentlessly on Skype in order to let it sink in how truly dim this was.
After all, she needs to learn the errors of her ways.
Anyway, 3 days later I received some post. I was very excited (as one is when receiving real, in the flesh post). Then I noticed the top right hand corner.
There was a First Class stamp staring innocently up at me.
I take back every bad word I said about my sister and the postal service. She is, clearly, a genius in disguise.
Very, very good disguise but still; genius.
Also, I have been keeping myself entertained this afternoon by ... well, I'll let you judge for yourself.
&& Fin.
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