Me and my boy band haircut

Well, of course I started researching my next medieval costume project instead of sitting down on my big behind for a few hours to catch up on my school reading. My boy band haircut and I wished for the weekend to last longer. “Ugh” I moan as I yet again let my eyes only slightly slide over the pile of books I should read until next week’s exam. “Ugh” I repeat as I realise that I only have one week left until that stupid exam that a great portion of last year’s class failed miserably.  Like the idiot I am I’ve spent too much time on Tumblr and too little time actually reading books that hold information I’ll need for school. I’ve been reading, but the entirely wrong sort of literature as neither Harry Potter nor A Feast for Crows will help me write my bachelor thesis. (Not this time at least.)

“Fuck it” I whisper as I reblog another picture of Tom Hiddleston.

Cake overload

There was too much cake. I have yet to recover from the chocolate mousse death cake I bought for my b-day this last Wednesday. As far as birthday gifts goes I've been in luck; three birthday cards sneaked their way in to my mailbox, a green little package contained a book (The Sherlock Holmes school of Self-Defence by E.W. Barton-Wright) and together with a pint of magnificent beer that I didn't have to pay for at the pub I was handed a pair of moustached braces (or suspenders, depending on which kind of English you're using). Three different people that definitely knew what would cheer me up.

And I used to be so nice

I'm not entirely certain when it happened but somewhere along the way I became a very boring person. I used to be able to turn the most boring of days into a rather entertaining blog post.

The reason to why I suddenly came to this conclusion was that I’ve been spending the last half an hour reading through old blog posts of mine and marvel at how well I used to describe my life with help of a little humour and lots of sarcasm. Compared to how I was back then I’m a really nasty piece of work now. A plausible explanation could be that I’ve got a taste of the kind of life I don’t quite like; routine and boredom. And I put off the things I know will lift my spirits in favour of doing all those other... adult things. Personally, I think it’s the backside of reading so much for school – it puts me down.

Could this be a part of a quarter-life crisis? My birthday’s tomorrow. Good thing there's cake. Thank the gods for cake!

"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!" - J.M. Barrie

Female geek role models

There is sexualisation going on in all subcultures so I'm so very sorry geeks and nerds but we're just as guilty to this as everyone else. Don't you dare think that we are any better than other subcultures. You can find plenty of examples of awesome female role models in pop culture as well. We're not perfect but that only means that we can get better.

Oh for heaven's sake...

Are there any words for my anger about there being so many plans for so many superhero movies but still no talk whatsoever about a superheroine movie? No Wonder Woman in sight. No Superwoman. No Bat Girl. No She-Hulk. No Spider Woman. I weep as I read through the cast of X-Men: Days of Future Past and find only six women. Where are all the superheroines??! And don't talk to me about there being "no interest for that" because there is! There is a fan base! There is demand! And if, for some reason, you don't think that there are any heroines that could hold up their own movie then at least make sure that women are  properly represented in movies where they group heroes and heroines together. Black Widow had the third most amount of screen time in the Avengers, behind only Iron Man and Captain America and we loved it! We loved seeing an interesting and strong heroine for once. Well, I did at least.

So NOOOOO, there are no words available in any the two languages I speak that could describe all of my anger.

Champagne for my hard work?

I bought myself an expensive champagne (real champagne, mind you, the stuff from France) as motivation to finish my bachelor thesis once and for all. It's going to be an unimaginable joy to pop that bottle open in January... March.

Not so amused about uni

First day back at uni and I'm not the least bit enthusiastic about my schedule. It's packed full of... things... and stuff I'll have to do. I don't approve. I want to continue reading Harry Potter and maybe have that seventh cup of lovely tea. What I don't want is to read another word about how to write my bachelor thesis accompanied only by a fifth mug of coffee. Which, by the way, will make sure that I can't sleep for another 12 hours.