Archive for March, 2009

‘Sup jig? Life with strep.

Monday morning, I experienced the previously unknown pleasure of waking up with strep throat.

OH MY GOSH FAIL.

Four days, endless penicillin/ibuprofen/paracetamol, and about fifty status updates later, I can kind of swallow in a relatively painless fashion. And I no longer look like my throat is covered in cottage cheese. Oh, I know you appreciate that visual. Just be glad you don’t have Zach Coventry living two doors down to commentate on it further…it’s not pretty. On that note, do your I know-you’re-mature-enough best to not take my streptococcal whining out of context.

So, as I was saying, I’ve never had strep throat before and I have to say I don’t think I ever realized how lucky I was. It is, seriously, the most disgusting and painful oral ordeal I have EVER suffered. And pretty much nobody over here had heard of it…let alone seen the disgusting manifestation of it (which, duh, I showed everybody. I thought we already covered the part where I’m awesome?). Go Google image some pictures of it. Shit is NASTY — and I have yet to find a picture that was as bad as mine. Oh yes, I know you wanted to know that. Otherwise, why would have already read a good 205 words on me and my strepness?

Anyway – while you’re on Google checking out the sickness that they should just rename CCT (cottage cheese throat), you should check this out. This, by the by, would be a link to the amazingness that is Google street view. And guess where that link will plop you right in front of? I’m thinking it might be in front of the little red-doored house I’ll be living in next year. WIN!

Google street view, like the whole concept of living independently next year, is literally ten kinds of amazing. There is something absolutely incredible about being able to basically walk up and down a street that you’ve never even been within 1,000 miles of. So yeah, if you click there, you can have a look around the neighborhood I’ll be living in next year. I feel slightly self-important posting that, but then again if you’re reading this, you’ve likely been reading (and hopefully clicking…?) ridiculous things on this blog for a while now, aaaand so I don’t really feel all that bad. Okay, done rambling.

A few weeks ago, kudos Laura Wells, I discovered the whole DVD-renting bit of the UEA Library. Besides only being able to rent movies overnight (due back by 10.15 the next morning = FAIL), it’s really handy. Recently I’ve gotten into the habbit of picking up a few movies on the way home from work, and yesterday I rented Enchanted. And if you haven’t seen Enchanted, oh my gosh. GISELLE! No, no, wait for it, wait for it…

Wow, AMAZING. Ahahaha….yes, I stole that picture straight off of a Facebook flair…but come on. James Marsden and his expression in that are just plain win. And yes, the entire point of that movie-renting tangent was to post that picture from Enchanted.

Unrelated to all of that silliness, we have how potentially awesome my month-long spring break could be. If everything works out, I’ll be heading up to York (Harrowgate, specifically) to visit Eleanor for about a week. And for those of you that don’t know, York is one of the primary locations for the fantastic novel that is The Sunne in Splendour, which is my favorite novel EVER. So that would be really, really, REALLY great. And then, even better, would be to jet from there to Paris to stay with Becks in her flat, a few blocks from Ladurée. Ladurée, by the by, is the confection/bakery that did all of the food for Sophia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette. Example:

Aaaaan Becks wins.

Last thing I want to mention is that pretty soon here I get to sign up for classes for next term. I’m STOKED beyond STOKED because as of that end of this term, I’m done with all of my compulsory modules and now I get free range to choose from loads of really interesting courses that I want to take! As in, endless and endless amounts of creative writing! And, almost as good, a Shakespeare class with Peter Womack, who is an absolute legend, as a lecturer. Oh my goodness, all of that combined with independence might make me die a little.

Viva la awesome life!

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I spend far too much of my time looking up absolutely ridiculous things on the internet. With the help of websites like Cracked, Wikipedia, Digg, and the like, it’s pretty impossible to run out of invariably interesting, funny, and stupid things to read.  Now that I’ve given you a sentence with six commas, I’m going to set you up with some of the stuff that recently has made me crack a smile or two. God knows sometimes that’s what you need in life.

I found these first three on a Top 10 Impersonations list on Unreality. If you’ve got time, you should check out the other ones they have listed. These three are just my favorites.

Don LaFontaine, with a bit of Arnold Schwarzenegger.  Must watch.

Nicholas Cage – Oh my gosh, I love this one.

15 Seconds of Christopher Walken

Another awesome thing I found, and I think this one I found through digg, is the epicness that is Wordle. Basically, you put in a paragraph or a whole document or a website, and Wordle takes it and turns it into a hot piece of graphic win. Here is a Transatlantic Kathy wordle:

Pretty win, no? I thought so.

Personally, I think that every once and a while there’s nothing better than a bit of internet time-wastage. At least this way I got you off of Facebook for five minutes.

I know, I’m awesome. I do what I can.

=]

Life in High-Speed and Technicolor

If the rest of my life goes by at the same rate as the past two months, I’m pretty sure I’ll be eighty by next week.

Today is March 1st. That is RIDICULOUS! How, how, how can it possibly already be March? My mind is officially blown.

In other news, I turned twenty last week. Something about twenty sounds so much cooler than nineteen, so needless to say, I’m pretty happy. The flat got together and did the cake-and-balloons deal (=]) and we had cheeseburgers and malts. Malts! WIN! I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about making malts, beyond that they’re basically milkshakes with malt, so all things considered they turned out pretty well. Basically, I’m in love with Iceland, and I’m pretty sure that every college town in America needs one.

Iceland is magical. It doesn’t exactly collect the cream of the crop in terms of society, but damn…the selection of frozen food is BOMB, and it is dirt cheap. And it’s frozen. Which means it lasts…basically forever. I can forget about the chicken kievs (6 for £2.50!!) I have in the freezer till next Wednesday and they will still be just as tasty, as opposed to, oh, the mince that I picked up for spaghetti but forgot about and now it’s moldy and ten kinds of fail.

One of the downsides of Iceland is, go figure, their lack of fresh produce. They do have a fresh produce section, but I don’t know if I’d call it kosher. As in, I went looking for some tangerines the other day and couldn’t find any. Found myself a £1 bag of ten “Easy Citrus Peelers” though, which look (and sort of…?) taste like tangerines. Case in point.

On a fantastic food note, though, we have the discovery of MALT LOAF, many thanks to my flatmate Matt. I promise you, you have not LIVED until you’ve had malt loaf slathered in butter. It ranks right up there with Lyle’s Golden Syrup in terms of epic English foods that must come back to the states with me. And in terms of American foods to bring back here come August? How about some Bisquick and some Lucky Charms. Holy shit, what I would do for a bowl of Lucky Charms right now.

This is malt loaf. ITS FUCKING AWESOME.

This is malt loaf. IT'S FUCKING AWESOME.

Lyles Golden Syrup is liquid win and is best consumed on its own with a spoon.

Lyle's Golden Syrup is liquid win and is best consumed on its own with a spoon.

And since I can’t seem to stop talking about food, I’ll go ahead and lay out for you all my current Lenten diet. I’ve given up cookies, cakes, candy, chocolate, and fried food. On second thought, I probably should have given up butter or cider…but last time around (and by last time around, I grossly exaggerate and actually refer to about three years ago) the whole cookies, cakes, etc. seemed to work pretty well, so I thought I’d give it another whirl.

This past week was Reading Week, so I haven’t had any class for ages. It’ll be nice having a purpose in life besides pasties come Monday…er, come tomorrow. Turned in some coursework though on Thursday, so I guess I had a slightly academic week.

Must say though…definitely spent more time with my two besties Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus than I did on my paper. Yes, the Rome bug has bitten again – and this time, I blasted through Season 1 and Season 2 in a concise four days. Why, oh why did HBO cut that series? I kid you not, people…Rome is TEN KINDS of epic, and seriously…if you enjoy quality shows, or anything of the ancient world history variety, or especially if you’re awesome like me and love both, you HAVE to watch Rome. HAVE TO.

Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus: quintessential BAMFs.

Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus: quintessential BAMFs.

Finishing up with that and refusing to come back to reality has me itching for another trip through the fifties/sixties epic movies; you know, The Ten Commandments, Spartacus, Ben Hur, yada yada. Nothing entertains quite like Technicolor and the blatant disregard of race when casting movies of the ancient world. JOHN DEREK I LOVE YOU.

John Derek, my 1950s love.

John Derek, my 1950's love.

[Sidenote: I just searched thesaurus.com for a synonym for ignore. On the sidebar of the results page, it had a “Related Searches from Ask.com” list. Number one related search? Why do men ignore women? Just…at this point in time, no words. Irony for the win.]

For once in my life, last Tuesday, I had GOOD phone luck! Reggie is, I swear, the luckiest phone I’ve ever had. I misplaced him a few weeks ago – left him on the desk in the main office of the Arts 2 building – and Tuesday, once again, I nearly saw the last of him. Amidst a bit of drunken revelry in the LCR, I managed to upend my purse and lose nearly the entirety of its contents. This includes, cause I’m awesome, my ID (£20), my phone (£90), my bus pass (£148), my camera (£150), and my keys (£40). Would you like to know the two items that managed to stay in the purse? Two pieces of chocolate liqueur candy. Of ALL of the things to not fall out…the candy. WTF LIFE YOU FAIL.

Anyway, because Laura and her ENV friends are awesome, we somehow managed to locate all five of those essential items. I don’t even know how that’s possible, almost as much as I don’t know how it’s possible for me to LOSE them all…but hey, it’s a good thing, so I won’t question it.

And right now, just cause I can, I’m going to say how much fun it is creating tags for posts. I know they pretty much don’t even matter…but I’m a fan of making endless amounts of them. I swear, every time I write, I end up with like five more tags than my last post…regardless of relevancy. Once again, because I’m awesome.

It never ceases to amaze me how a piece of information can just sit in your brain and then – BAM! – just re-hit you and suddenly seem like a surprise. For instance, when I was making a mocha (pronounced, by the by, “mah-ka” on this side of the Atlantic…which makes me laugh to no end) for a customer yesterday when I realized, out of nowhere, that next year I will be living in a house that I am paying the rent for using money I earn at a job independent (sans tuition) of my parents. And with three guys, no less. When did that happen? When did I turn twenty and gain that kind of responsibility? It really, really, weirds me out. In fact, if it didn’t excite me about twenty millions times more than it weirds me out, I don’t know if I could handle it.

But, well, as things stand I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be just fine.


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photo cred to myself and Maggie J. Moxie