Category: Unfortunate things

I never said i was smart

I spent the larger part of the morning figuring out why the F my speakers weren’t working. This included restarting my computer twice, unplugging everything and plugging it in again, vacuuming the inside, outside and surroundings of my computer & putting it back together again. All in all I spend around 2,5 hours fiddling around with it, and I still didn’t manage to fix the problem. So by the time Seb came over to watch a movie, I was pretty pissed.

Then Seb takes one look at the computer, looks pensive, and says: “I think I know what’s wrong with it.”

To which I reply, utterly relieved: “You do?

“Yes, I’ve had this happen to me once.”

“Well, can you fix it?”

“Oh, I don”t know… It’s pretty tricky, but I’ll try.”

*Seb unplugs headphones from computer*

I felt so dumb. It’s shit like this that makes me wonder how I ever made it to university. I have no idea how I managed to not notice that my headphones were plugged in, because a) I basically took my computer apart, b) managed to unplug everything else, and c) my headphones are huge.

When’s the last time you felt like a moron?


First, I’m happy to report that I have no cavities . I’m still a little amazed every time she tells me I have non. I used to live on soda in high school, and that’s pretty much the worst thing you can do to your teeth (or so I’ve been told), so in the past I usually had at least one a year. Than I banned soda out of my life about two years ago, along with the heaps of sugar I used to put in my tea and coffee, and I’ve been cavity-free ever since. I love it when I do something for my health and it actually works, haha! She also made a new casting (or impression, my English is failing today) of my teeth, so I’ll get a new mouth guard this Wednesday when I go in for my teeth cleaning

Then there’s all the insurance stuff I had to take care of, which was a little depressing to say the least. I guess it’s essential to have good travel insurance, especially when you’re flying British Airways, which managed to lose the luggage of a friend of mine on three separate occasions . Since I have to switch planes twice, I’m pretty much asking for it… Which is why I have decided to pack some extra underwear in my carry-on bag, ha. But there were also scenario’s like flying my body back to Holland should I die, etc. which I really rather not have thought about. I felt a bit blah after I specified everything for the insurance company.

Then there’s the insurance that covers the costs should I accidentally burn James’ house down or cause a major accident with my Dutch way of crossing streets (step on to street trusting that the cars will stop). I called the company that covers me in Holland, where me and my mom are insured as a family, or so I thought… Turns out I wasn’t in their system because they had assumed my mom and I had the same last name. We don’t. Oops. Anyway, long story short: I’m now insured for that, too.

In the midst of all that I managed to finish my research paper and portfolio, both around 40 pages long… Hopefully they’re both good enough for me to pass the courses. Which I think they are, but you can never be sure. Now all that’s left school-wise are two finals, which I’m feeling fairly confident about, and then I’ll finally have summer vacation, too!

Gratitude & SPSS overload

First; thank you all so much for the advice It’s very much appreciated!

As for the rest… I wish I had something more interesting to blog about, but here’s the deal: SPSS has been tormenting me for three days straight. You’d think it’d be easier to run a statistical analysis with the help of a computer instead of doing it by hand, but… no. At one point I was in front of my computer, surrounded by about 5 SPSS manuals. That can’t be right, right? In the end, we got it done, though. Sorta. We’re still missing a margin of error, but honestly, I don’t care.

Ever since our teacher took a tumble down the stairs and broke her ankle, we’ve gotten way behind on schedule. It was only last week that we got a notification that someone else was taking over for her.

Bummer #1: It’s an actual professor instead of a TA. I had him for two courses in my first year, and he isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine. I bet he could make the biggest insomniac fall into a coma.
Bummer #2: He wanted us to catch up in a week. Really? REALLY?! After weeks of not getting any feedback whatsoever, we had a LOT of editing to do. We had exactly three days to find 132 participants for our research, and then analyze the data.

I swear, if it hadn’t been for Seb and his Cuban espressos I probably wouldn’t have survived. Sure, too much of them makes you wonder if you turned into a Parkinson’s patient, but DANG that coffee’s good. And it keeps you going when you’re running on fumes.

I sure could have used a cup (or three) when I had to get up at 7 this morning to make it to my appointment with the jaw surgeon in time… Long story short: I grind my teeth at night. Badly. I have a mouth guard for it, but that doesn’t help with the painful jaw. Last time I went in they told me to only eat soft food for 6 weeks (and let me tell ya, that gets old real quick). Didn’t help. So now I was prescribed some muscle relaxers that I have to take before I go to sleep. We’ll see how that works out.

On a much brighter note, I did manage to obtain some nifty earplugs for on the plane that supposedly help with earaches during a flight (another side effect from teeth grinding: your ears start to hurt), as well as a medical passport. The fact that I’m flying from Amsterdam will probably result in customs searching my bag, so I don’t really want to have prescription medication with me that I have no doctor’s statement for. Ha. So at least I got that out of the way!

Only 42 more days until I fly to TX… Can’t wait to finally see my boyfriend again!


A few days ago, I bought one of those waking light alarm clock things, then decided I didn’t really want it three minutes later. I have this deep fear of cashiers looking at me funny for buying something and then returning it almost right after, so I kind of guilt tripped Seb into doing it for me. He really didn’t want to do it either, but finally grabbed the bag out of my hand with a not too friendly “FINE!” and stalked off to the register (we hadn’t even left the store yet and I’d already changed my mind). Sure enough, the following conversation took place:

Seb: “Hi, I’d like to return this alarm clock.”
Cashier: *looks at receipt* “But sir, you’ve bought this 5 minutes ago.” *Looks at him like he’s batshit crazy*
Seb: “I’m fickle-minded.” *while glaring at me*

I am fickle minded, I really am. James and I once spent hours walking from store to store searching for Supernatural season 3. Then when we finally found it, I didn’t want to buy it anymore. It’s extremely annoying and the reason I usually do my shopping alone. Funny enough, it’s different with clothes. Maybe because I know right away if I want to wear something or not. Same thing with books (although, no, I don’t wear my books). But other stuff? I like to stand in front of it for about ten years, maybe pick it up and read what’s on the box, put it down again, walk around the store, then do the same thing all over again.

What can I say, I’m weird.

I was just looking for a new alarm clock that says “beep beep”. Then I came across the waking light (which was expensive!) went to show it to Seb who I didn’t realize was already in line to purchase something else, and before I knew it the lady said “can I help you, ma’am?”

What was I supposed to say, “No, I’d like to think about it some more?”

So I bought it. Then made Seb return it.

And now I still don’t have an alarm clock.

Clear! *Pang*

May 9th was the day that my website hiccuped and died. I’m still not sure what happened exactly, but a 45 cents per minute phone call to the company I purchased this site from informed me that something snuck in through someone’s sub-domain and started eating away chunks of my website. Luckily, they were able to clean out everything and I could start afresh, but I did lose all the pages, posts and whatnot. Also, Firefox now screams red alert, this is an attack site, when you try to open my site. Lovely, no? I assure you it isn’t, though. At least not anymore, after it had multiple amputations and a dose of penicillin.

It had some upsides, though. My “50 questions that will free your mind” project got murdered in the process and frankly I was sick of it anyway. I’ll see what other project I’ll come up with, but for now I think I’ll just stick to my reading list and not much more. There are still some “bald spots” here and there, but rebuilding everything is going to take some time… of which I have not much to spare. University is keeping me insanely busy and I’m hardly ever home these days.

On a much brighter note, I “discovered” Postcrossing a few days back. A friend of mine actually showed it to me a good while ago, but I was hesitant to sign up for something that gave out my address to random people. However, after much reassurance from a buttload of people, I decided to give it a go. Currently I have postcards on their way to Japan, Belarus (I had to google that one), Brasil, Canada and the United States. In the progress of picking out cards, I actually made friends with the guy that works in the card shop of our teeny tiny mall. He helped me look for cards that recipients mentioned they loved to get and was fascinated by the whole concept. When I came back the next day for two more cards, he immediately jumped up and asked “More?” all exited and happy.

So yes, my website died and life just… went on. Ha. Still, I won’t be able to really relax until everything is how I like it again. And Firefox removes the attack site status from my website. I’ll have to look into how I can get them to remove it. *Sigh* Bear with me!

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