Month: April 2011

Come fly with me

After months of saving up for it and a big donation from my mother, I finally bought my ticket last Tuesday. America, here I come!! I’ll be touching down in the beginning of July, then fly back the beginning of September.

That is – if I can get my ESTA (Electronic System for Travel Authorization) application in order. There are some nifty questions on there. I can understand – and even more, respect – why they ask them, but they made me giggle nevertheless. Some of my personal favourites:

“Are you seeking entry to engage in criminal or immoral activities?”
“Have you ever been or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage; or in terrorist activities; or genocide; or between 1933 and 1945 were you involved, in any way, in persecutions associated with Nazi Germany or its allies?”
“Do you have Chancroid, Gonorrhea, Granuloma inguinale, Leprosy,
Syphilis, and/or Tuberculosis.”

Luckily for me the answers are no, no, I’m Jewish, HELL no (in that order), so that’s not the problem. The problem is that you have to pay 14 U.S. Dollars for it, and the only way you can pay for it is by credit card.

I don’t own a credit card. Nor do I want to own one. I’m going to ask our student travel agency here if they have some sort of arrangement for it. Otherwise, I need to borrow one from a friend and pay them back with cash . I refuse to get a credit card just so I can pay 14 dollars. Luckily, I have friends with credit cards who understand this. Ha.

But yea, when that’s out of the way… San Antonio, here I come!

50QP; If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?

I honestly don’t know. All the things I want in life require some more time. For one thing, when I’m finally the kind of psychologist I want to be, I’ll be 28 to 30 years old. I want to own a house some day, but that isn’t something you can do whenever you please. Unless your mommy and daddy are millionaires.

If anything, I think people would end up unhappy because they don’t have the time to change their minds. It would be nice to think nobody would longer postpone things and say they’ll do them ‘one day’, but in reality we’d still be left with expectations. Go to school, go to university, marry, have babies. Given, not everyone wants these things, but the ones that do (like me) would be in quite a pickle. “I’m not sure if I want to have children with this man/woman… but who knows when I’ll find one that I’m sure about, let’s GO!” And voila, you’re stuck in an unhappy marriage and secretly resent your kids for it. The only upside would be that you’re dead by forty.


Hello, mr. Sun!

Could it be? Is summer really here? Looks like! It gave me the opportunity to test run the clothes I bought for Texas, at least, and I’m happy to report that they all fit and are very cute. H&M tends to go all over the place with their sizes, so there’s always a bit of guess work involved when you order online. But I am now the proud owner of two cute dresses and two pair of jeans shorts.

andtwonewpairofshoes. *cough*

I was doing so good with the whole “not buying shoes”, but I can’t not order ballerinas when they’re only ten Euro. Besides, who doesn’t need 5 pair of ballerinas… haha. At least they’re all different colors…

If all goes well, I’ll be buying my plane ticket next week. GAH, I’m so excited!! Although I probably will ask my physician for something to calm me down for the longest bit (London-Dallas). I’m such a nervous flyer, and I’m afraid that if that continues on for 15+ hours I’ll turn into such a nervous wreck that Cesar Milan will have to rehabilitate me in his simulation trailer afterwards.

We don’t want that, do we? No.

Also, the fifteen hours of flying have convinced me that I need to quit smoking before I go. If you don’t smoke, you might not understand, but for nicotine junkies like me 15 hours of abstinence equals death. Besides, smoking is bad for you (yes, smokers know this), so now is as good a time as any. However, I do need a project for when I try to quit, so I don’t start stuffing my face 24/7… I gained close to six pounds the last time I quit smoking… and that only lasted 12 days (until I got hit by a car and broke my elbow, which -to me- was a great excuse to start again). B. (along with the internet) taught me to knit like a year ago, and after a few months of practice it became clear that I’m actually pretty good at it. However, I still knit with 70 cents worth of plastic needles that chip and equally cheap wool that splits… So I raided an online knitting boutique last night.

I found some pretty colored metal knitting needles, crochet hooks and gorgeous colored wool, and as soon as it arrives I will be knitting a sleeping bag for a baby. (Just to be clear; not my baby. But I will be a proud semi-aunty in a few months, yay!) My motto: if you’re going to be a dork, at least do it in style!

… And hopefully it will distract me from the nicotine cravings. Eeep.

Just don’t know what to do with myself

Haven’t been around much… Uni has been kicking my ass eight ways to Sunday. I had 2 major finals, of which I missed one due to a concussion. I think I failed the other one. Kinda bummed me out, since I’ve been studying for it for weeks. I took the time to memorize close to 300 definitions, knew all the (what I thought was) important other stuff… And then they started asking questions like “What do [random researcher here] and [other unknown researcher] have in common?”

Who studies that way? I can understand when they’d ask it about pioneers of psychology, like Wundt or Freud or Popper. But two people who happened to publish a paper? No. I’ll remember what the important outcomes were, but not who agrees with who and why. Sad though, since failing means I’ll have to go to the resit on July 5th, and I was really hoping to be in Americaland by then. I was excited for Independence Day! Now it looks like I will have to make due with the movie and cuddling up beside my favorite space heater… Ha.

50QP; Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?

I always try to do what I believe in, whether it’s the big things or the small ones. For one, I’ve switched majors twice, albeit financially speaking it might’ve been a wiser choice to stick to it. I started out as a Journalism major, because I thought this would give me the chance to make a living doing what I love to do most: writing. Unfortunately Journalism wasn’t something I felt passionate about at all. I hate the mentality they seem to want you to have, and the strict rules you have to follow while writing. I’m still glad I didn’t continue studying Journalism, because I’m sure I would’ve lost my love for writing altogether.

Another thing is that I do charity work, instead of some mind-numbing job that happens to pay. I started out working with children that had to stay in the hospital for a long period of time, because the specialist in their disease is located in our hospital. However, it isn’t too uncommon for their parents to live on the other side of the country. Since a lot of them have other children who go to school and/or a job, it’s impossible for them to stay with their kids in the hospital for several months. I really enjoyed doing this, but fortunately there aren’t a lot of cases like this. When there was nothing for me to do at the hospital, I started working with terminally ill patients, but I had to give that up because given my health I couldn’t be there ten hours each week AND go to school AND study. However, my ‘boss’ told me the hospital contacted him again because they might need someone, and he promised to fill me in somewhere this week.

However, I do realize that I’m lucky to be able to do these things. If it wasn’t for the monthly ‘allowance’ I get from the state for being a student, I’d be working any shitty job they’d throw my way if that meant I could pay for university. It requires a bit of luxury to be in the position that you can actually do what you love. Do I believe in trying your best to find something that makes you happy? Absolutely. Do I think you should feel ashamed if you’re just trying to get by instead of pursuing your dream because you have bills to pay or mouths to feed? Absolutely not.

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