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It's a good thing I collected all those novel ideas in the previous post. I will have lots of time for reading.

I was supposed to be in Barcelona today, and tomorrow, and the next several days. No such luck.

My little nine-year old treasure, who wanted to go to Barcelona and get the Bojan footballer outfit, got ill. High temperature and all. 
When I told him that we can't travel when he's in a state like that, he almost started crying. So did I.

These things happen for a reason, right? We obviously needed to stay at home and have some quiet time. I know it sounds funny, but I'm enjoying staying at home and not doing much other than reading, too. It would have been soooo nice to go to Barcelona, though.

Eh, well, what can you do. In Deana24's famous words: buggeration.

What have you enjoyed reading lately? I am picking up my habit of reading in bed (instead of reading course materials, hehehehehe) and I'm looking for suggestions.

Nothing too profound, though - I am a shallow girl. Postmodern novels where you don't know who's going and who's coming demand more of me than I am willing to give. So Marques and such are about as deep as I am happy to travel

I went to bed at two a.m. yesterday, after finishing the bibliography. It took forever. In the end I could not even see straight and I kept rubbing my eyes: is it Foucault or Faucoult?

Got up at seven to print the whole thing and take it to the binder's. Where I was asked *again!!!* if I was a famous children's book writer. No, I am not. No, seriously, I am BLOODY not. That is someone else with a very similar name. She got married and now she has this combination of name surname, which is almost exactly like mine.

People keep asking me if I am her and when I tell them I am not, they are very disappointed. Sorry to dissapoint you, but I am just me. Not the brilliant genious children's book writer. Meh.

Took the dissy to the post office and after twenty minutes of focused form filling-in and discussing the centrality or periferality (hehe, I know that is not a word) of the destination city the little package was ready to go.

So it left me. Two years of blood, sweat and tears packed in that little package, on its way to conquer the world.

I felt a bit left behind, a bit lonely. What am I supposed to do with all this free time???!?

I've only been around for about a month and already I'm taking a bit of a leave of absence.  

Its not that I'm a lazy cow because I am completely in over my head immersed into work which I have to finish in the next few days.

I feel obliged to post this because Nick keeps nagging pointing out that people do not blog . I was considering blogging about the amount of mess I am in, because I am sure this would entertain lots, but then decided to put my energy into making it all go away instead.

Promise to tell you all about it when it's over!

All is getting a bit quiet in Blogland, I have to say!

I have not been here long, but I know quiet when I hear it. So here is my challenge of the day. I hope you are all well prepared, because goodies will be awarded for good behaviour!    *tries to quiet her teacher's complex with little success*

It is very desirable to be sincere in Blogland. True or false?

The Rules -
1. Link to the person's blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself
4. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.

Tagged by Deana24.

1. I have to use on average five different hair products every time I wash my hair to stop it from being frizzy. It's not always successful and yes, I'm a control freak.
2. I like the chair that Big Brother uses in the confession room. It's looks nice and plastic and silver... I wouldn't mind one in my living room.
3. I have not been eating meat for.... well, 21 years.  *Sigh*  I'm old.
4. I can't stand older men with a superiority complex. It has to do with the beginning of my career and being told to shut up ...  don't ask. I guess it's the same story for every young woman. I still haven't gotten over it.
5. As I write this I feel I am not interesting at all... Time for a nice identity crisis, I think.
6. I would love to go to Greenland this summer. Not very likely, though.
7. I am fashion-challenged.

Heh, I have told you more than I should. Will you still respect me after reading this? *ponders about changing some of the points but changes her mind due to lack of ideas*

I tag ukcruiseguy, Jackfrost, EllieGant, Adamantixx, bunnybunbunbun,tentativeplotfinder and evilhippy.

You have been warned!

I will not be accepting any accussations of spreading this sneezing joy across Europe.

Just so you know what it is when it hits you:
- legs shake
- all the skin is sort of glassy (I know, it doesn't make sense now, but wait till you get it, than it will make EVERY sense) *shakes head and fist*
- you have this sensation of being perpetually cold. When this happens, you can be pretty certain your body temperature has gone up. Again.
- *blows her nose and almost starts to cry at her pitiful state*
- if you are normally a chocohollic, you will find that this marvellous state leaves you fearing chocolate
- your hair will turn into a greasy wonder in about an hour. Don't ask how - it's a miracle.
- your wrinkly beautiful eyes get all puffy and red
- same with nose, add flaky
- all your beloved ones will develop elaborate schemes of avoiding you
- when the dog, the only still loving creature, comes to you, you feel like hugging him and asking him to drag you to the bathroom, because you can not walk. What? He seems lots more stable than I am right now!
- worst of all: you can not watch TV or read, because your eyes burn.

*sneezes, coughs*
*says something innapropriate*

Now would be a good time for some virtual support if you can spare. Thankyou.

I find this site absolutely superb. I know it's old news and everything, but it's just so... moving. I habitually cry reading it (ok, sometimes I laugh out loud too).

Just a quick reminder how very, very weird we all are.

Will you all be very impressed if I tell you I'm going to Barcelona for a nice 5 day mini holiday after the dissertation thing is over?

I look forward to it so very much.

I've been to Barcelona in my student years - backpack, sleeping bag and all. We also spent a night on the floor outside the railway station. That was very homelessy romantic. It was during a long train wonder across Europe, after we have been sleeping on trains and park benches quite a lot. Come to think of it, no wonder we had lots of room wherever we went - we must have had an abominable interesting body odor.

I am hoping for a more luxurious stay this time. Hotel is booked, so presumably no sleeping on the floor in the street this time. I am told there will be some football-match-going and some football-stadium-visiting and lots of nice sight-seeing that does not involve football in any shape or form.  As long as there is some of the latter I am as happy as a bug!

Do you remember that blissful time when you were still a little boy or girl and everything was simple? It was good or bad, black or white.

At the time I remember thinking:
- If killing other people is bad (and I thought that was a good rule), how come it is not bad to kill bad people?
- If soldiers are trying to kill enemy soldiers in a war, how come they help them into safety when they are wounded...? This still doesn't make any sense at all. Just to be absolutely clear, I don't agree with the killing part!
- If we are supposed to be nice to each other, how come it is ok to become a brutal monster when you play sports? I got hurt playing sports many times by girls who did not have this philosophical problem

And these days I can't help but wonder:
If the fashion industry is pushing into shorter and shorter seasons (they now restock every TWO weeks!!) so that they could motivate people to buy more and discard faster, how come it is not considered preposterous for that same fashion industry to start selling recycled t-shirts...?

Don’t tell me that selling recycled cotton makes them environment friendly. If they really cared for the environment, they would produce higher quality products and prompt people to wear same clothes longer.

Recycled cotton, yeah right! How hypocritical can you be?

There. I feel better now

It is now 22.29 in Blaykaland. Most of the people around here are about to go to bed or at least are watching TV or reading or doing something I don't feel like writing about (with hubby away and all).

Me, on the other hand, I am exactly three hours behind on a deadline. Should have written something for work, something witty and elaborate.

Present status with said text: no ideas, no text. Where has all the inspiration gone? Have I blogged it all away?

Ok, will stop moaning now and get to work. See you all tomorrow!

So hubby comes home with this shiny new kettle by a very esteemed utensils producing company the other day. Very nice kettle, very good hubby. Blayka was pleased.

I like my herbal tea lots, so I use the kettle daily. I have never let the water boil long enough for it to start producing kettle noises. Until today. OMG! I literally jumped out of my seat perplexed and covered in sweat in a second. Serves me right for blogging instead of dissertationing (this word is tribute to Deana). Mind you, I might be even more startled had I been dissertationing!

This kettle has a fire alarm complex, I tell you. It needs to be disciplined somehow. Any ideas?

I have read in your blogs that you consider some of your blogging mates your closest friends. As there were quite a few of you who wrote something to that effect, I thought it was a phenomenon worth digging into.

So here is my question: what would be your definition of the difference between a blogging mate and an offline friend?

I can not report on any particular catastrophes today, but it was still very bad.

I have exported hubby to France (Cannes of all places) for a few days and I am now stranded at home with the dissertation, the young one, the dog, the household chores and my evil temper.

I could take it nicely if it weren't for the last one. I was spitting fire all day with no good reason whatsoever and I still feel like yelling at someone big time. Fortunately I have not done that yet. The worst thing I did was not pick up the phone when a chatty friend called (to tell me all about her affair).

In other words, I just hate it when people have a good time and I don't.

I am fully aware that you might think I was a bit ... ahem... shallow for liking and watching Big Brother. But blogging about it makes me downright cheeky, I fear.

I should elaborate (don't I always): I think it is a great passtime. It shows humanity in its most naked of states. At the expense of the poor souls locked in the house, that is, but I don't care much about them, as they should know better than apply if they can't handle the pressure. *hurries to polish her Good Samaritan medal*

And now please excuse me as I go off to cater to my son's perpetual "hungry!" cryouts. (Don't they just drive you mad sometimes? I think he will one day eat the entire house - he's never full!! And only nine - I fear what will happen when he reaches puberty )

I have a meeting tomorrow morning which will, I suspect, be immensely boring. So I though I would give myself something to look forward to when I get back: some interesting replies to my new post!

Imagine this situation:
One of your blogging mates that you have been exchanging comments with for the past year or so, posts something that leaves you speechless. Because it is so far away from everything you believe in. Because you think it is morally wrong and preposterous. You are shocked and outraged.

What do you do?

As I was inspecting my eyebrows today (yes, correct, eyebrows - this actually has a point coming, wait for it) I realised that as I grow older   more mature  middle-aged  more beautiful every year,  my eyebrows are gaining this tendency to grow longer and curlier.

I could cut the longer ones or just pluck them, but I can't make up my mind which is better. If I pluck them, I might end up brow-challenged and if I cut them, they might start growing even longer and curlier.

So I thought: "I'll post this and my blogging mates will tell me what is better!"

Here comes the point to the story: I thought about blogging this because I would never in a million years be able to ask anything this embarassing in person.

So here's the challenge of the day: Do you think it is easier to be painfully honest in Blogland or face-to-face?

In the research I have read, some bloggers said that blogging gives them “a sense of power”. 
Now, I have been a blogger for two weeks and I would just love to say I feel mighty powerful, but I can't. Do you think that the feeling is still to come, or is this whole thing complete bull?

Facebook and Myspace are for sissies. Agree or disagree?

Dear blogging mates,
I have come to the point of no return in time when I have to start writing my dissertation. No more reading and making notes, time for action. 15.000 words, great fun!

So I just wanted to tell you that most of you and some others, who never bothered to read this blog, bloody cheek, will probably be mentioned in the research findings. I was thinking of using cute little nicknames for each of you, which I will be more than happy to come up with. They will be descriptive (will make sense for me) so that I have less trouble writing. This would also guarantee that research findings would not be traceable back to you.

You can also suggest your new nick for the research. Send your suggestions to me in a private message. You should be informed, though, that MarilynMonroe, LaraCroft and MachoMan are going to cost you extra.

Unless, of course, you would like to appear with your original blogging nick. Let me know, I will respect all individual requests.

One more announcement: I will be informing my tutor about this blog. He will most probably be visiting in the next few days. If you happen to meet dr.S lurking around here, be kind enough and treat him with your proverbial warmth and friendliness (hopefully this would have a beneficial influence on my mark).

Next: some questions need answering, and they will keep you on the edge of your seat!