hope_calaris: (Glee - Klaine approval)
Oh, Rick Perry, after you posted this crap, it was only a matter of time before you a) gathered more dislikes than Rebecca Black's Friday video and b) motivated the interwebz to outnumber the amounts of the dislikes with videos that ridicule you.

You had it coming. (Due to lj's current issues with life, the universe and everything I can't embed the videos.)

I like to think Perry looked something like this when he realized what exactly he had done.



Hopefully he learnt his lesson ... the interwebz will always be there to beat him.
hope_calaris: (Stock - lächelndes Plüschtier)
Life is kinda uneventful right now, but I did go and donated blood today because the blood transfusion center had sent me a postcard asking me to do so. Apparently, they're short on my blood group right now. And because  I didn't want to wait two hours like last time, I made an appointment and was out of there in one hour. I count that as a success. Albeit the doctor was all kinds of rubbish and took about thirty seconds telling me (and the following structure was chosen to show exactly how he told me this) thatmyironlevelistoolowandmaybeIshouldtakeironsupplements *holds up some kind of pills for about two seconds* butit'salrightbecauseI'monlydonatingbloodtwotimesayearsoIshouldbefine *smiles at me* Alrightyyoucangoondonatingblood *gives me a pamphlet about how I should eat more red meat*. To say that I was a bit confused after this would be an understatement. At least he was smiling at me the whole time, so I guess I didn't miss some important part where my low iron level is life threatening or so.[Poll #1788115]
hope_calaris: (Anhalter)
There's no other explanation for the fact that my bike got stolen again. THIRD TIME this has happend to me, actually.



Cut because of gif-reaction post  )
hope_calaris: (Top Gear - Van fire)
It's three o'clock in the morning, and for once I'm not wide awake because I couldn't stop reading something or because I couldn't fall asleep. No, this time I went to bed before midnight and was sound asleep when a really loud noise made me snap out of sleep. At first I thought it was a burglar alarm on a car, and I went to close the window. Imagine my surprise when that didn't stop the noise. My sleep-addled brain needed a few precious minutes to figure out that it was the fire alarm in my dorm ringing.

Let me tell you, I wouldn't survive an actual fire.

I went out on the floor to see if it was only my side of the building with the alarm, but the noise just grew louder, and then a girl from another floor told me I had to leave the building.

Um ... okay.

I went back to my room, still in my pajamas, and thought about what to pack in case the building burnt down.

I'm not sure that packing in case of a real fire should take so long, or that I packed the right things (my two external harddrives, my wallet, the keys, my cellphone, my iPod, my necklace with the irish cross, two earrings, the book with all the proof for my credits, one library book [wtf?] and a spare change of clothes -- but I forgot to pack the pillow my mom made me. I'm now thinking I'd really want that if all my other belongings burn.), but eventually I got out of the building.

We were a surprisingly small group of students standing around in front of the building. So, it's the term break and a lot of people (all of those who hoard my parcels among them -- I want my Richard Hammond books! Now! *shakes her fists at them*) are away, but still. I bet half of us just stayed in their rooms, but how they could do that with all the noise is beyond me. It was so freaking loud.

And because my brain was still not functioning properly due to the time, I didn't realize in due time that the cute guy I told you earlier about was also standing outside. Darn. But alas, he stood apart from the rest of us, further cementing my belief he's a bit shy. At least now I know that he actually lives on the same floor as I do. That's something, right?

And now I'm off to bed, the second try. Sleep well!
hope_calaris: (Pinguin - What?)
It's time for election campaign in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, which means we get to see some top-notch politician -- well, if we want, that's it. My initial plan was to see Gregor Gysi on Wednesday, but then that event turned out to be a five minutes speed dating event, and no ... as much as I dislike Die Linke, I just know that this guy is a way better rhetor than I'll ever be and could overturn every argument against his party that I have (and there were other members of his party as well I'd have had to talk to and I know nothing about them -- easier to just spare me the embarrassment). Which now makes me sound like an ignorant, petulant child who doesn't want to admit to being in the wrong. Um ... it's not that, okay? It's more the fact that I could never ever vote for a party which is a direct descendant from PDS and supports socialism and has some lunatics as members who think that communism is the way to go and won't stand up during a minute of silence for the people killed trying to cross the Wall. That's just plain indecent human behavior. Maybe I'm reacting more to this than usual because we just had the 5oth anniversary of the building of the Berlin wall, and I read newspaper articles about it and visited a memorial place.
Read more... )
hope_calaris: (Elmo)
Usually, I don't complain about stuff people write. If I don't like it, I don't read it. I close the tab and everyone lives happily ever after. I don't leave angry comments telling the author how much they suck or that they're weirdos for having this particular kink. I have enough random kinks of my own to appreciate the freedom of thought.

So, yeah, this complaint is not about the content of any particular story, this is about a pet peeve of mine regarding spelling of all things.

We all know that I'm not a native English speaker. I confuse two and too and who's and whose (and the occasionally which) and I'm not exactly proud of it. I try my best, though.

I do, however, know the difference between breath and breathe.

Breath - noun

breathe - verb

And unless there's been a recent change in English spelling nobody told me about, we have a pandamic on our hands. In 99% of the fanfics I've read lately in which a variation of breath/breathe occurs, the author spells it wrong.

I don't get it (I also don't get why it annoys me so damn much -- it just does). know the difference. And I'm not even a native speaker! 

Please, use a spell-check! I don't want to tell my students to read texts in English online just for them to learn the wrong spelling one day!

PS: I'm also the tiniest bit gleeful that there's already a ship!war raging in the Suits!fandom, whereas my tiny F&B!Fandom is as cozy as ever.
hope_calaris: (Stock - ein alter Mann im Schloss tobte)
... warum ich den Tag (im Sinne von Kategorie, siehe rechts) "unileben" genannt hab. "Uni-Wahnsinn" wäre SO viel passender gewesen.

Es fing gestern damit an, dass ich zu ner Info-Veranstaltung für die Staatsexamensprüfung in der Anglistik war. Es lief darauf hinaus, dass wir keine Ahnung haben, wer im nächsten Semester überhaupt Prüfungen abnehmen kann und wer von den Lehrkräften überhaupt noch da ist und wann die Prüfungen überhaupt sind, weil keiner der Dozenten in den Ferien Prüfungen abnehmen will. Und nach der neuen Terminregelung wären die Prüfungen in den Ferien.

Mein Tag in gifs )
hope_calaris: (König der Löwen - wtf?)
Und sie besagt, dass Pinguine die Weltherrschaft übernehmen und mir Darren Criss verspätet zum Geburtstag schenken werden dass wir unseren Uni-Abschluss nicht bekommen, weil wir mehr oder weniger wach in mehr oder weniger sinnlosen Seminaren sitzen, mehr oder weniger brilliante Hausarbeiten schreiben, mehr oder weniger professionell dämliche Gruppenmitglieder ertragen (und oh mein Gott!! Was machst du in nem Hauptseminar wenn du immer noch nicht weißt, dass man nie, nie, nie alles aufs Arbeitsblatt schreibt weil das a) Platzverschwendung ist und b) dir dann niemand mehr zuhören muss?? Und man liest auch nicht jeden ausformulierten Satz vom Blatt ab und schaut seine Zuhörer nicht an. Und man sagt auch /igzaemina(r)/ und nicht dieses Wort mit zu vielen /i/ was du die ganze Zeit verwendet hast. Und wenn ich um 8 sage, dann meine ich auch um 8, nicht halb 1o Uhr abends) oder mehr oder weniger phänomenale Klausurergebnisse haben, nein, wir bekommen unseren Uni-Abschluss nur, weil wir es schaffen, in dem ganzen Wirrwarr aus sich ständig ändernden Prüfungsordnungen, zwei Dozenten mit drei Meinungen, fies versteckten Hinweisen zu Anmeldedaten, nichts sagenden Anmeldebögen (mein Favorit: "Ich soll hier meine Teilnahme an einem Seminar zur Sozialpsychologie nachweisen -- wir haben das Fach doch gar nicht!" "Damit meinen sie Entwicklungspsychologie, schreib das hin." " o_O?!?") und Instituten so gut organisiert wie mein Krimskramsregal uns überhaupt für irgendetwas anzumelden!

Heute morgen machte mir die Bildungswissenschaftenseite Angst, weil sie aussagte, dass man sich ab dem 14. Juli 2o11 für die Staatsexamensprüfungen in Pädagogik im Sommersemester 2o12 anmelden muss. Mein Herz machte ungefähr das:



Und ja, ich habe offenbar ein Glee!gif für jede Gelegenheit. Das ist noch nen Jahr hin und ich hab noch keine Ahnung, wen ich als Prüfer will und wie das ganze überhaupt funktioniert und HOLY CRAP und überhaupt -- wieso gibt es eigentlich nicht so nen Leitfaden "Prüfungsanmeldung für Dummies"? Das wär doch der Kassenschlager. Ich also hin zur Studienberaterin für den Lehrstuhl und ich erwähne jetzt nicht, dass sie mit ihrem "Bin gleich zurück" -Zettel eigentlich "Bin in 2o Minuten zurück obwohl ich gerade Sprechstunde habe" meinte. Nach ein paar Überlegungen stellten wir schließlich fest, dass dieses Anmeldedatum nicht für mich gilt und ich für Erziehungswissenschaften schon alle erforderlichen Scheine habe. Puuh, wenigstens etwas.

Vielleicht sollte ich denen vom Prüfungsamt sagen, dass ich schon mit Herzproblemen im Krankenhaus lag, vielleicht machen sie's einem dann einfacher? 
hope_calaris: (Stock - ein alter Mann im Schloss tobte)
Let's start with something nice:

My birthday was awesome. Thanks to all my guest for being there, for the presents, and for your lovely stories. I hope you had as much fun as I had. Also, thanks to all the other people who thought of me, texted, called or wrote something on my facebook wall or studivz. ♥♥♥

And now for today:

Gah.

Yesterday, I spent two hours preparing a presentation about religion teachers in East Berlin for my seminar about undenominational people. Two hours, okay? And today, my teacher told the group that we won't have enough time to do all presentations. Guess whose presentation fell under the table? Yep. And it gets even better. To "honor" my work I had to give the teacher my notes to look over, and he said he'd get back to me if he has any questions. Yeah, I totally believe he'll have some questions. And then, because I didn't already prepare two presentations for this seminar, we have to do yet another one for next time. And I don't even get a Schein for this because I missed a whole month due to my internship in May. So, this time we could choose between two assignments for this: either we create a project to attract atheists to a parish or we interview atheists, and we are supposed to work in groups (and one thing I found out in this seminar that I'm not comfortable with missionary work -- at all. so I'll do the the interviews). Now the thing is that I'm the only one in this seminar who's not a pastor or a pastor in training, so naturally everyone else chose the first assignment. And my teacher had the guts to ask why I wanted to work alone. This is ... gah, I wanted to strangle him in that moment.

Thank God I spent a lovely morning at the girls' place afterwards. I really needed that. And to further cheer me up, have one of my favorite moments of a performance in Glee:

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