Thud !

Today, in between hopping from one student administration office to another,I stopped by a little english bookshop where I ordered my copy of the latest discworld novel, to collect aforedescribed book. Though I have it in my possesion for no more then 3 hours of course I've started reading it already, since it's not even 500 pages long I expect to finnish it off within this week. I'll keep thee posted on how I like it.


*just realised this is my first post that has a book theme. Shame on me.

Anniversary

It's been one year today since I first saw my longtime (pen-)friend Flippr (no that's not her real name and no that's not a typo either) And I can honestly say my life hasn't been the same since I met her. It is a sad fact that she is a woman, a mother and married, for had she been none of the above I think I might have fallen head over heels in love.

And in a non-romantic way I have fallen head over heels in love. As soon as the typing ends, I'll be writing a proper letter. She more then deserves it.

Highschool Reunion

The official Reunion is next year, it being then five years since we graduated. The unofficial reunion consists of us meeting every year at our high school's annual spaghetti dinner for friends and family so as to raise funds for the last graders' trip. Anyway there I was. Surrounded again by the very people that made my life as a teenager somewhat easier to bear then had I had to do it all by myself. The skinny boys have grown into not unhandsome youngmen, the girls have jobs, husbands, children and plans for the future, I alone seem unchanged.

Five years after the lines of our life untangled, everybody still agrees on one thing; that I am weird and that they knew I was strange from the first week we knew each other. So this is how they remember me? Joy.

Compulsive Blogging - Part two

Some of you think ill enough of me to openly admit they have been expecting this post. And here it is; a blog of quotes. Feel free to comment on my newest addiction. I'll love you nothing less for you critical observations.

Happy Thoughts

My supreme dark overlord has a birthday.

And I was the first to congratulate her.

And she likes the presents I gave her.

And my dearest friend across and in the ocean mailed me today with the promise of a letter soon.

And it's raining.

What more could I want to be happy today?

Maybe breakfast would be nice but I'm not feeling very hungry yet, let's see if an introduction to Eastern Asian Literature can do something about that.

MHM - the story continued

MHM. It's not where I am. But considering the logic of falling in and out of love, I think it's where I should be.


Thank heaven so very much for having had the courage to ask ( innocent and objective passers by might want to use the word 'beg') before the damage was done. And now draw your own conclusions. I still don't know the exact word for what I feel and being always and very much in love with words the thought is somewhat distressing however the information from the primary source that it will never be is reassuring.

Yes.

Reassuring.

I might still fall in love, but I will have only myself to blame, and it comforts me somewhat that I will not have to hate one of the few people in my recently acquired and rapidly expanding circle of friends and acquaintances that I have always liked and even admired.

The Devil Wears Prada

I usually wear a mix of what Ive found on sales in reasonably prised fashion chains and secondhand shops, mommy made sweaters, self knitted scarfs, shirts and vests my dad has grown too big for and whatever my younger sister doesn't feel like wearing anymore.That's not the point however.


I went to see the movie "The Devil wears Prada",not a must-see but enjoyable entertainment nonetheless. This is still not the point however. In the walking towards the cinema complex where we watched above mentioned film, I've had a conversation with my much adored evil overlord (better known in my family circle as the princess). In the walk home after the film and party we went to afterwards and stayed at just long enough for me to have quick chats with 3 or4 people I expected to and was very pleased to meet, we were once again talking ( women, go figure). And from these conversations I remember these quotes;

• "I'm the pipi-monster"
• "I think it's a good idea to have purely physical relationships with boys" (That I can agree with)

Compulsive Blogging

I've started a new blog. Another one. Yes! Another one. Easily accesable via my profile page or the link on the other left. Or maybe here if I knew how to make links appear in my text. Where are the know-it-alls when you need them?

Ah well. The new blog is all about blogthings so that the serious and comic entries of daily wonderings on life need no longer be interrupted by discolourful and very untrue analysises of my personality and intelligence.

Addition

I've been adding some new links, without asking permission. Which only goes to show that I really am evil. Or at least not as kind and sweet and pink as everybody thinks I am. Anyway should any of the people to whom I've linked object to being linked to; a comment, a mail or a bruceboard notice with your written down rage will suffice to have the link concerned removed.

The New Bruceboard

Due to unfortunate circumstances I had to remove the old Bruceboard, considering it's popularity and the fact that it took me but a day to find a replacement I guess nobody missed it let alone minded I removed it.

Anyway there's a new bruceboard on the left the other left, feel free to comment.

I'm a survivor

I am a survivor. Though I do not entirely feel like it. I did live through the first period of 24 nonchocolatic hours since I started eating the dark Belgian gold agian. But plan MHM has miserably failed. I can't hate every single man. Let alone hate him that I am unsure about. I merely want to be loved.

Merely.

As if to love was nothing. And asking as much, without knowing for sure that I'll ever love him (back).

MHM

That's where I am. In Man-Hating-Modus.
Having heard what (s)he told me, has helped a great deal to understand. But it makes saying what I wanted to say so much harder.
I am resolved not to treat him any different then any other men I know and to make the task I set myself somewhat easier I'm going to hate every men I come accross.
If I wasn't a coward I would just tell him that I don't know what I feel but that I do feel for him. Now, I cannot. Do hate me. I like nothing more then reasons to pin needles in my skin.

A day without chocolate

You'd think it was nothing after over a year without chocolate, but it isn't. I was depressed the moment my chocolate coach pronounced the verdict. I 'll let you know tomorrow if I survived.

Goodbye

One does never simply say goodbye. Not to life, or love or a dear friend. I feel stupid writing: 'you'll be missed' 'we loved you' or 'you'll live forever in our hearts' when I never knew the person and still it nags me. Young men should not just go. Young people should have dreams, a life , a future. Some things just should not be.

A partial undetailed chaotic and nearly true account of certain events.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl M, when she was 18 she went to university and some years later she fell in love. And with the realisation of her affection came the realisation that the feelings would never be returned, thus she learned how to or at least tried to be just a friend.

Alas my account is not a simple fairytale, there was also the other boy of whom some thought he liked her beyond liking, which she scarcely believed though she would not have minded, days went past and she grew to like him more then a friend, less then a lover, only to realise once again too late that the feeling was by no means mutual.


There you go; it's over. Not what I feel. Not the doubt about what I feel but the doubt over what he might feel for me. Whereas I usually realise it's not going to be anything within seconds of realising I'm in love, I've realised he might have been the one some three hours after learning he wasn't and thus probably never will be interested in me.

The 2006-2007 season promises to be a good one for cultivating grief and I could not be more happy for it, I've missed the Weltschmerzen in my life these past few months in which I was silly enough to hope.

Kiss in style

You're a Romantic Kisser

For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Nunc est Chocolatum

After 404 consecutive days of non-chocolate consumerism, today is the days I will spoil myself sick on Belgium's pride. Enough of bad moods caused by love sickness and confusion, away with suicidal thoughts and self mutilation, goodbye to lonely nights and cold showers, no more need for anti-testosteron potions. Now there is chocolate cure me.

Please do not spoil my mood by pointing out that simply eating dark sugary stuff will not make me any less confused and that the person concerned will not love me any less(if he loves me at all, which I still refuse to accept as a truth, no matter what the princess might say) because I have found a sex substitute.