If I took all the characters, plotlines and words I worte in my so-called RP carreer, I could have written at least three somewhat decent, if slightly cheesy romantic (because hey, that's me) novels.

Dude.

EDIT: I so, so hate starting a story. Introducing the hero, that's what I usually get stuck at. *toddles back to introduce the hero, or try to*

I was just too tired to post, so I will do so now.

Our American Studies teacher called class quits before time to let us try and at get home because the NS had said everyone should try to get home before rush hour. By that time the snow had stopped and it was just freezing cold and everything was either white or slushy. So we (me and some people I know) took a bus to the trainstation.

In trainstations, we have this big board that says which trains leaves when and where. Almost all trains were cancelled except some who were supposed to take everyone to the stations where they needed to go. Now get this: usually the trains I have to take to get to the city where I have to switch trains come six times an hour. SIX. And they're the big ones.

Now there were two every hour and they were the small ones, Can you imagine trying to fit everyone of usually three big trains in one small train? Let me tell you: it isn't pretty. But hey, I got in, a standing place and with just enough to actually breath so I was happy.

Then the trains leaves the station. Ho boy. Even before we crossed the bridge there was this "boom" and a flash. The engine stalled, but they got it working again so no problem. We just keep on going, stop at the next stop, people get out and more get in dammit I want to BREATHE. The train leaves and yet again another "boom" and a flash.

Not good.

The train stops.

Definitely not good.

It took them about half an hour to get the train working again. And all that time we were standing in the cramped space and the airco in those trains really isn't good. It got uncomfortably hot and very headache-inducing. But hey, they got the train going again. Only to get this message through the system: "Well, as you can all see the train is moving again. We didn't know how far we'll get but let's just cross our fingers and hope we get to Arnhem."

Dammit, that is not a comforting message. It's not and I wanted out right then and there. But we got there and after that I got to my home town. Yay for me.

I get out of the train and almost slip on the last step because of the ice on it. That pretty much set the trend for the walk home. It's a twelve minute walk if you put a bit of speed in it, this time I took over half an hour and I kept on almost slipping.


So as you cans ee: when I finally got home I was tired.

I'm still happy, though: I got home! Yay!

Apparently, there's a weather alert out for today on account of heavy snowfall during the late afternoon/early evening. Possibly 2 to 4 inches. Personally, I don't think that that's something to get your panties in a bunch over, but the railway organisation apparently does. So right now I'm hoping that once I get our of class (half past four in the afternoon) there will still be trains and/or busses heading to my hometown, because I don't want to get stuck here in Nijmegen.

Never done it before, but something tells me I'd rather leave that in the list of experiences I've never experience.

Just to be sure, I did pack up some extra stuff for today so if I get stuck I'll have a) food and b) something to do. I don't think two Belgian Waffels from a machine count as food, but who cares? They're good and make me happy.

Expect a report this evening/tomorrow on how it went :)

Covering a place with a roll of soft, warm fabric to make it lovebird repellant does not work. Especially not when you lovebird tries to make a nest or something in it.

Seriously. >.

Alright, I am pissed. Seriously, seeing red, almost murderously pissed.

Why, you may ask? Let me tell you why.

This morning, I grabbed a free newspaper to read while waiting for my train to arrive and guess what I read? When the new government takes effect gay-marriages can be refused by officials. WHY?

How on earth can they even consider doing that? It will only lead to discrimination and a right can and will be refused to the Dutch gay community. Alright, so I don't want to get married, but there are countless others who do and now they depend on the whim of government officials?

And who decided this? The two christian parties who were elected and the one for the workers just goes along with it. I'm not saying anything bad about christians in general, I know plenty of christians who never made a fuss about my being gay. One even tried to set me up with someone, but these guys.

Gah, it's not even 9 am and I'm already pissed!

Apparently, without going to university, my life is far too boring to write about. It's not that I don't want to write, it's just that I don't want to bore you with idiotic stuff.

What did I do during the holidays and the last three weeks? RPed with people on AIM, collected gold on Gaia (my eyes still hurt from some people's abuse of the English language), made a chocolate mousse cake and bought new clothes.

I actually bought new clothes. Twice if you coundt the first time where my father had to kidnap me in order to buy new trousers that I apparently needed. The second time, well, I'll post a picture of what I bought when I get home this evening.

And I don't care that the NS says that the new schedule makes it less busy in trains, because it doesn't. You have your averag trains and you have your 'I move entire towns, because I'm so big' trains. When I have to stand for the entire trip in the latter train, trust me: it's busy in those trains.

If I'm not entirely dead when I get home (at 7 pm!!!), I'll post something more coherent. I promise.

EDIT:
( The promised picture )

To celebrate that I am now 20 (and have been since last Sunday) and because I've been so bad and totally ignored my LJ for so long, here we go: my first icon-making-tutorial! And it shows

I'll be taking you from this to in this tutorial.

Program: Photoshop 8.0 (I used selective colouring)

Level: Medium?

( Living on a prayer, and I've got none )

Well, there you have it, the first icon-making tutorial I ever attempted.

Just an example of a conversation during dinner.

Dad: I have a new question-list for you. (1)
Me: Oh, about what?
Dad: Vacations.
Me: But . . . but . . . I always get that. Why can't I have something more exciting? Like about sex?
Dad: Why don't you ask them.
Me: Yeah. Right. I write an email to them saying 'I want sex' and I'll get the answer 'We all want sex'.
Sister: *shakes head and wonders why she is in this family*

1. Dad listed himself and the rest of the family to get these lists with dumb question we fill out and then we get these points, which can be exchanged for gift vouchers.

Hopefully, everyone will have a great christmas and a wonderful new year. And I made a card too! In OpenCanvas :)

( Christmasssss! )

I am not locking this entry because I DON'T CARE what kind of responses this going to get me. This is how I think about it and I don't hide my thoughts.

( Cut for Amithea's general disbelief at the people in general. Not to be read by those who easily get their panties in a twist )

p.s.: I got Yu-Gi-Oh Stairway to the Destined Duel for my GBA from my dearest yennadon but I have no clue on how to play it. Tips, anyone?

( Article behind the cut )

I so need to make an icon for that.

I found this one for an assignment for university. This being the last week before the new year, I have some assignments I need to finish. This is one of them: I needed to review six newspapers for my British Culture and History class. This was the final article, it's from the Metro.

My new computer is so very, very lovely. It actually works quickly, no problems and it's just so shiiiiny :). I am completely broke now, but that won't be for long. I have actually been able to play WinAmp and keep two other programs running without it slowing down that a slug would catch up with it.

Still have to install a couple of programs, but I wanted to share my happiness. I think I'll even post a new part to my Savage End stories, there's been a bit haunting in my head for a while which should explain the whole issues between the two main characters. And some added UST, because I am a sucker for that.

I am a socialist. I am not a communist. Socialist does not equate to communism. Believe me: communism in my point of view is all kinds of bad and I have yet to find any kinds of good in it. So forgive me for getting a little pissy when people use socialism as a synonym for communism.

Socialism is a form of society based on equality, social justice and solidarity. Just because certain communist countries claim to be socialists does not make them so. Hell, I can claim to be the toothfairy but I am not.

P.S: I know I promised an extra long post but I am so unbelievably tired it's not funny.
P.P.S: Uterus for sale. Perfect working order, a little too perfect if you ask me.

Somewhat. I'm getting a new computer soon, if all goes well and the discount still counts, otherwise it's three more months of hoping and praying that my golden oldie won't die on me just yet. Anyway, this was just a note to show that I am still alive and this evening, when I get home, I will post more a bit more and I will dig through the friend's page. I promise.

No matter how evilly OpenCanvas tries to lure me into exploring it. I have no willpower

1. Murphy's law does apply, even to me.

2. My English Grammar, Writing, and Translation teacher is sadistic.

3. Inanimate objects pack quite a punch.

4. Whoever makes those sushi packets for the Aldhi should be hanged, drawn and quartered.

5. IT BURNS!

( And now an explanation )

I am one of those people who believe that anything can be done right, especially when it comes to writing.

Yes, one of 'those'.

Now I've seen a lot of self-insert ficlets where the writer gets sucked into Naruto (or any other fandom, but I'm using this for example) and I admit: they are icky at best. I have yet to find a good one, but the possibilities for chaos are endless. Especially if the non-dubbed version is a language you don't know.

I mean: what would happen if you ended up in, keeping to the example, Naruto? And did not understand a first word of Japanese? A trip to Ibiki, me thinks, and that on its own would be either scary/hilarious as hell. You end up in a world you don't know all that much practical things about (for example eating with chopsticks or whatever they call those things), don't speak the language, in the case of Naruto I can bet you all my money which isn't much I admit you are not going to be a ninja or be able to do fancy chakra attacks. Surviving would be a tough job all on its own.

There is so much potential right there. Why do people keep screwing it up?!

*shuffles to the back to kill the plotbunnies hopping around*

MEN! I am so glad I'm gay. What brought this on? It may sound childish but just the principle of the thing!

For grammar class we have to translate a small text every week and hand it in by monday 4 pm. We're supposed to work in groups of two, the boy I agreed to work with said he wouldn't be there on monday, now he has my MSN so he would have to contact him so we could translate it online.

Monday: no contact. So I translate the text, sign it with only my name and drop it in the appropriate box. I am annoyed, but not pissed off. Today I ask him if he handed in his assignment because since he didn't work with me I didn't sign his name.

What do I get?

"Oh, I had expected you would sign my name."

The fucking gall! If you don't work for it you don't get the credit, simple. I am not signing your name if you did exactly zilch and I am not that soft hearted to pretend we worked together. Nope, not me. Been there, done that and moving on. What really pisses me off is that he actually expected me to sign his name too. I am not that much of a softie and he should know that. I am not dragging his sorry bum through university on my credit! I don't care how much of a friend he is but I am not going to let him try and pull this kind of crap on me.

I swear: people are going to think I had an altercation with a pissed off hamster. I should've called him Edward Elric instead of Sokka: he's tiny and has a wicked temper. I don't care about how Sokka-like he behaves when he's sweet, the bird's a holy terror. He bit me four times this weekend and two of which actually drew blood!

AKA: Amithea attempted to tame him enough to sit on her hand and he Does Not Like Hands.

He doesn't seem to mind cloth-covered hands, though and my hand doesn't mind the extra protection either.

EDIT: because he seriously deserves his own icon. Next up: one of the original Sokka. Preferably on cactus juice.

Two days ago I explained the tradition of Sinterklaas to a French exchange student in my work-group. Apparently she unwittingly got caught up in the arrival ceremony on november 25.

Sinterklaas is kind of like Santaclaus, I imagine, only instead of elves he has Black Petes (don't kill me for that name: it's the actual name!), not a sled but a steamship and originally he's from Turkey but he lives in Spain.

After his arrival, which gets wide media coverage here, children get to put their shoes next to the chimney or the heating system after which they sing a few Sinterklaas songs. They also leave a carrot for Sinterklaas' horse, and some water. The next day they find small gifts in the shoe. Children often leave a letter too with what they want this year.

The actual celebration is on december 5. Children get to stay up late and usually there is some kind of family gathering. There is a loud knocking, or rather pounding, on one the front door, back door, or the windows after which one of the parents goes to see what is going on while the children recover from the start. The parent then returns with a big bag filled with gifts for the children, chocolate letters and other assorted candy.

( Picture )

The other way it is often celebrated is by a kind of Secret Santa. However, most of the time we don't just give a gift, but the person who gives the gift makes an elaborate package around the gifts which is supposed to make a little of good natured fun of the receiver. Then there is the poem, the giver writes a poem about the receiver which is also supposed to make a bit of fun of that person and of how he/she behaved during the last year.

Wellll, I just finished getting my site back up and I put it open to members. Being a member allows people to comment on my drawings, post in the forum (yay forum!) and once I get my download items back together they can download stuff too.

I put it so that members have to be validated by the Admin (which would be me) to keep certain idiots that wander around the internet out. Like those that only register to stir up drama. I hate drama and there shall be no drama on my site.

*stares at memberscreen*