Internationality

Not to worry, I am alive and well (if you were wondering).

The past week has been busy as hell...not that I know how hell is like...I mean, if its busy there or if its painfully slow...I will actually assume the latter...But I have hardly been home. Ive been home to sleep and eat..thats about it. My days have been occupied by Uni, and my evenings by the local theatre. I have spent 7 nights in the world of cinema thanks to an international film festival. It has been surprisingly tiresome...to such a degree that I have ditched uni today just to sleep and perhaps do a little shopping. That is my pathetic attempt of being reckless...but atleast I am trying. Anyway, I have watched some pretty amazing movies, and one in particular I would recommend for my friend Beat.

Ive updated the movie blog on my last week, you can read about it there if you will...now Im going outside to enjoy the sunshine. Fall and sunshine dont usually coincide in this part of the planet I call home.

Carpe diem and all that stuff.

Ode to Fall

Leaves

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

by Elise N. Brady

Its not often we get to see the colors of fall around here...In fact, I cannot remember having seen yellow and red leaves since my year in New York City. Usually it starts raining in August/September and the temperature drops too quickly to give the leaves a chance to change color...they simply turn brown over night and fall off.

The good thing about that though, is that you really learn to appreciate it if you get a chance to experience it. -And the past couple of days have been great for just that. The combination of sun and crisp air along with yellow and orange leaves has done wonders for my mood. I cannot believe that it is actually fall. I am looking out the window of my study room at Uni right now and the beautiful garden outside is filled with yellow, orange and red colors. -And I cannot help but smile...Which when you think about it is pretty morbid, considering the fact that these colors are a result of dying organic matter. -Leaves which have spent all spring and summer working overtime producing sugar by photosyntesis so that the rest of the tree can survive winter.
Kamikaze leaves.
Respect.

In honor of fall I therefore decided to change the color of my hair to match the leaves.

I just wrote that because it sounds noble. The truth is that I made a deal with my hairdresser. (She made me an offer I couldnt refuse....) Since my hair can never hold on to color I dont see a point in spending lots of moolah on haircoloring, just to see it come off after a week. So I gave her free hands to color it however she wanted in exchange for a rather reasonable price.
So now my hair is red.
Its wild and I love it! I fit in perfectly with the leaves. Fall is my season.

So If the rain comes later tonight and wash the leaves off the trees, atleast I got to experience fall this year...even if it was just for a couple of days (or a week if you count my hair).


Ive added some more photos in the photoblog.

Ai ai ai

-AAAAAAAAAtchoooo! *wipes snot off keyboard* Yuck! Gotta love the cold…It’s the same every year…one should think the human body which can adapt to upright walking, UV radiation and Hershey chocolate (an adaptation that is still a mystery to me), would be able to adapt to the abrupt change in weather that comes at this time of year. Every year, when the season changes from summer to fall, or winter to spring, I get a cold. I eat my C vitamins…I eat my fruits, I drink my water, clean…and I wash my hands whenever I’ve used the bathroom, public as well as private. And yet here I am…incapable of breathing through the nose, eyes swollen like I’ve cried non stop for 2 days, and a head that’s at least 4 pounds too heavy. It would be ok if my body could just decide which temperature to stick to. You find yourself sweating like you suddenly moved by teleportation to Sahara with your biggest winter jacket on, and decide to eat some ice cream (since you obviously feel a bit sorry for yourself…which by the way is perfectly ok as long as you don’t overdo it like men usually do) and then 10 minutes later you are freezing cold and long for that big winter jacket you left in the Sahara desert you just visited.

Stupid body.

Im still gonna eat ice cream though…

That is one of those things I can never really get enough of. Ice cream. Even after a 6 course dinner, I can usually find room for ice cream. Season doesn’t matter either. Winter, spring, summer, fall, there is always a season for ice cream. Perhaps that is why I now have a cold. Come to think of it, I had a bit more ice cream than I should have had last Saturday…Pistachio flavor to be exact…with chocolate sauce…the kind that hardens on the cold ice cream? You know it. *wipes nose*

Either way it doesn’t matter. The boyfriend had a cold a week or two ago, so the biologist in me claims that’s why I now find myself alone and sick…boys are selfish that way. Doesn’t matter how sick they are, they always want to lick your tonsils…but then again, girls are plain dumb for letting them. So there you go.

One dumb girl down with the cold.

-Atchoooo!

Boredom's a bitch

This summer has not been the greatest summer. The weather has been shitty...Ive had little to no free time, Ive had deadlines and guilt for not doing more. I am hoping that once the semester starts up again, I will be able to concentrate more and finish all the tasks I have on my list of "things to do".

As for right now, I should be writing an essay...and I will. But I was so bored I thought it was a great idea to play with my blog instead. Yesterday, I suddenly decided to vacuum my apartment and clean the filter on my air filtrator...the day before that I had more interest in cleaning my toilet and bathroom than to write an essay. So I guess you can say my apartment has never been cleaner...and an essay has never been shorter...

Anyways...I added a poll to my blog...you can find it over there ---->

Ive always enjoyed polls, now I get to make my own :D (look! a smiley!)

No..I should start my ass-ey

Weird stuff #2

I discovered another weird thing in the lab the other day. My first impression was "hash pipe", or bong if you will... Then I started wondering why on earth there was a hash pipe in the lab. The people who work in this lab doesnt exactly seem like hash smoking individuals. And, since there are no hole in the top where one would normally suck the fumes out, I realised that it could not in fact be a hash pipe...so then wuddeFok is it?




A very primitive bong? So primitive that it doesnt work? A fucked up vase? Art?
Beats me...

Weird stuff #1

As I was saying yesterday there are some weird things surrounding me in the lab...and I was kinda hoping someone could help me out here. I have been looking at this first thing for quite some time now, and I think Ive come to the conclusion that this must be some primitive form of a mixmaster...-Although it looks like it has been a little complicated to make...and Im thinking that today, being the 21st century and all...it would be a lot easier to just go out and buy a mixmaster...instead of making this thing. Must have taken a while too...there is a lot of components in this thing...mostly made of glass. The top thing looks like some kind of engine, and the glass bottle has a scary looking device inside it, which looks like something frightening surgeons would use...or perhaps its just a reverted propeller with blades from a blender...

Anyways...here's the pics..maybe you know what its used for.

An overview of the whole thing...its not too big, but too big to put in a bag.


This top thing looks really heavy...and kinda scary.


If you look closely, you can see the propeller thingy inside of it. I wonder if its supposed to go up and down...or just spin. -And what are those tubes on the top for? To stuff things into, I guess...but why so many? It could be some kind of instrument of torture.

On the backside of this thing, there is also an opening. -A glass tube where stuff can come out...brainmatter perhaps? Liquids of some sort? Smoothie?

I have no clue.

(PS, if you want an update on grandma, I'll put it in the filmblog)