look! how exciting!

Salutations!

Look!  I was featured in a blog!

Totally made my day.  Like, totally.

I heart market, I heart you.

S.

Oh!  In other news:

I now officially have an “older posts” icon at the bottom of my page.

This makes me feel like I have accomplished something.

Even if it isn’t my mounting philosophy exam prep.

when i join the french navy.

This is what a shall wear.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Friday.

And for other occasions:

Summer Jaunts.

Hopping ashore.

Day tripping.

The Annual Sailor Dance.

Where I shall wear my medal:

Médaille de la Fidélité de la baleine de la Française.

In these outfits, with telescope in hand, I shall single-handedly catch Somalian pirates and bring justice to these here waters.

Ahoy.

S.

(ModCloth, you make my heart sing … sailor songs, of course!)

oui oui!

The French navy.
A French navy ship.
French champagne.
French 80′s music.
Mini french food.
Two French officers.
French Navy afterparties.
French Dancing.
And Springboks.

Basically. An amazing night.

Prepare for a longer and more detailed blog. Once I have regained the ability to spell words correctly the first time round.

S.

computerness you say?

As some of you may know, I am without computer.   This maaay be due to the fact that I spilled tea into my laptop whilst watching Tina on youtube, but hey.  I’m not convinced.

So, my personal IT guru has managed to find me (in my opinion) the sweetest of sweet deals.

MSI Wind Book U100 Plus, Liteone External Slim Top Load DVDRW as well as an Intel Core i3 530 with a Samsung 2494HS 23.6″ screen.

Colour suggestions anyone?

Overall price: Just over R10 000.  (hells to the yes.)

Also the desktop is apparently really good for gaming. WoW, here I come.  (Psssh!)

In other news:

Keeping with the Asian theme, feel like an a cappella jam? (Watch out for the group dance scenes.  And for the guy who can’t keep up. Classic.)

Also, thanks to The Beard … THIS – Storm by Tim Minchin.  (nine minutes of joygasm and dirty shoeless hippyness)

S.

cataznappa: hey there embarrassment.

Have you ever found a diary from your youth?  You know that feeling you get whilst reading it?  It usually begins with the sort of embarrassed chortle-snort that comes from the pit of your stomach and out your nose.  Then comes the blushing, the classic “oh, innocence of youth” sigh, followed by hiding said dairy from the world at large.

Now, multiply those emotions by ten to the power of 67 and you can understand what it is like to read over ones own blog … at age 15.

I have just been doing this.  It seems, not only did I give myself a couple truly AWFUL “signing-off” names, including Sophz (yes, that is a “Z” you see at the end) Minxle#1 (WTF) and The Cat (WTF again), but I also truly believed I had created my own dialect … a dialect with a speech community consisting of one speaker.

The word lame springs to mind and although this abomination of a tribute to my angsty youth still mills around the interwebs, I will admit that there were one or two bursts of acceptable writing in there.  The first post is most certainly not an example of this.  In fact, it just makes me look like someone who would easily be caught swanning around saying “Don’t cage me!  I’m an individual!”  But here it is, for your reading pleasure and my general embarrassment:

So I finally have a bloggything! I must say, when my dad first told me about blogging months ago, I saw the idea of posting my life story on a web page for the world to see a bit daunting… but it’s actually pretty wickedy split! oh, right, I better explain something quickly: I have my own vocab and it’s called Sophillian.  I will try to set up a dictionary or something so that you have something to refer to because I will use strange words on the occasion but for now, WICKEDY SPLIT is probably best translated into REALLY REALLY COOL… It’s very hard to give an accurate translation as words in Sophillian are in a league of their own… haha! [palmface]

Well, I had better be on my way… My bed is calling to me and has a siren-like quality to it… must… sleep..

Until we meet again,

Au revior (I think that is how its spelt!)

Sophz

(Jesus God Christ)

weekly: screw/marry/kill – my favourite ladies

Since the last one was for “all mah guuurls”, I felt it might be time to make one for the guys … and Micaela.

Number one:  Audrey Tautou – Amelie forevs brah.

Number two: Zooey Deschanel (Apparently the geek icon of the moment. Pssh …  Try geek icon of the FOREVER!!)

And lastly, Regina Spektor.  The woman I want to come back as … after my return mission as a raccoon, of course.

So … what’s your verdict?

PS:  Please excuse the lack of humor, substance and words in general.  Sleep is my long lost friend.

S.

tik tock

At this very moment, I feel like I imagine a raccoon on crack might feel.  I use the word imagine because, contrary to common belief, I have never been a raccoon, let alone a narcotically-fiendish one.

University is no easy ride folks.  Make as many jokes about a BA as you like.  Compare it to any sort of pizza or Italian dish you can think of, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s tough out there for us too.  Sure, its all fun and games to begin with.  Sure it was awesome being surrounded by males after a stifling twelve years in an environment suffering from an estrogen overdose.  It’s great to no longer be forced to wear a silly hat … and rather wear one because you want to.   Although I myself do in fact wear shoes, I am learning to accept all those self conscious hippy freaks’ decision to forgo the use of footwear and traipse around the university looking like unwashed homeless children (note: the transition from disgust to acceptance is not yet complete).

However, once a deadline passes and an essay remains unwritten, freak out mode kicks in and an overdose of Turbovite seems the only answer. Apart from Tik.  But I’m not far gone just yet.

So all I can really do is sigh and think of Lassie … and hugs.

On a positive note, only one hyphen was abused in the making of this post.

S.