delightful

Jonathan: yeah, they’re sweet…. except when they do things like turn all teh bed clothes round teh other way on my bed and leave notes that i should clean the microwave

Jonathan: then they are looking for trouble

me: beds don’t wear clothes, silly

Jonathan: ………………… bloody americans……. :) bed linen then! bed clothes- perfectly acceptable irish phrase

me: you Irish are so cute with your quaint English

Jonathan: go on, spell colour…..

me: spell “your mother’s a whore”

Jonathan:  cheeky yoke :)

the irish are the worst/best at silly t-shirts

Denis:  Eh… Even with O’Bama, the US ain’t so appealing. Maybe in a year or two when we’re all pulling ourselves out of the holes we dug.

me: haha, it’s not O’Bama, it’s Obama.

Denis:  No… I saw the t-shirts- Vote Irish, Vote O’Bama.

Denis:  Plus, i’m fairly sure both he and his wife actually have Irish roots. Seriously, during the famine, we just went out and slept with any natinoality that would have us.

me:  you sluts!

Denis:  Yup. It’s all a master plan.
Step 1- only eat potatoes
Step 2- let potatoes die from blight
Step 3- Emigrate across the world
Step 4- Shag anything
Steps 5 thru 9- ?
Step 10- Success.

me: I’m so blogging that

i don’t need another map of MY head

Therapy’s been rough. In a good way, but it’s not fun to analyze all the way that I try to sabotage my own happiness, especially because there’s no easy way to fix it aside from trying to retrain my entire way of thinking.

There’s homework, too. Homework! I’M the one who gives the homework these days. I’ve reverted to my student days and doing it all at the last minute, and it’s really not that kind of homework.

The latest exercise is one where I have to write down all the negative thoughts I have, then focus on a way to view the same situation in a positive light. Which is a LOT harder than you think, because I can’t just write something that negates the negative. I’ll give you an example. Here’s a negative thought:

I feel so unattractive I can barely look at myself in mirrors.

HOW am I supposed to turn that into something positive? What am I supposed to say to myself?

Nooooo…. I’m sure you’re pretty on the inside.

I can’t just write platitudes and affirmations. I don’t want that from anyone, and I certainly don’t believe it coming from me. Here’s some more I have to ponder over:

I worry that guys are only attracted to me because they think I’m desperate and easy, which is why nobody wants to date me but there’s always someone who’s willing to sleep with me.

I don’t have any real marketable skills and will constantly be chasing debt and borrowing from my parents when things get really bad.

I’ve made the wrong choices and let the wrong people go, repeatedly, and now I’ll never find someone who actually loves me because I’ve used up all my chances.

I don’t work out at the gym as hard as I should to actually lose weight, just hard enough to feel like I’ve done SOMETHING, but I’m only fooling myself.

I don’t deserve to be happy.

If ANYONE has any suggestions of how to view these positively, without just trying to say “No, that’s not true,” I would really appreciate the help here. This homework is really fucking difficult.

the forest of damsels in distress

I checked out The Forest of Hands and Teeth from the Library, which had perked my interest despite it being a book for young adults. It had zombies, and a female protagonist.

I was greatly disappointed by the latter. Let’s break it up into the romance plots, and the hero plots.

So Mary is in love with childhood friend Travis, but at the beginning of the novel his brother Harry, who is also her childhood friend, asks for her hand. Then later he renigs on the offer and she gets stuck in the nunnery for a while. So she’s crushed that the boy she didn’t want never followed through, and still pining after Travis, who is engaged to her other childhood friend Cass.

Later Travis is laid up in the church healing from a broken leg, and she whispers stories into his ear and feel like their love is blossoming even though he’s promised to someone else. He gets better and goes back to Cass, but not before Cass admits to Mary and in Travis’s absence, she’s fallen in love with Harry, who by the way is finally forcing Mary to wed him. But the ladies decide to let things remain as they are because apparently nobody wants to tell Harry he can’t have what HE wants, so three other hearts have to be hurt in the process.

Travis and Mary briefly decide to screw it all and cancel their other wedding plans, but he never follows through. Later he says it was for her own good because he loved her so damn much and wanted her to have a safe and happy life with Harry. WHATEVER.

So Mary and Harry and Cass and Travis all go through a handfasting ceremony, then the zombies break through the village defenses and they all end up wandering through this gated labyrinth through the forest. They find another abandoned village, but in the chaos Travis and Mary get stuck in one house, while Harry and Cass are in a fortified tree house. You’d think Mary would be dead pleased with this situation, because even though Travis never came for her she forgives him and doesn’t actually bring the subject up for months, but after a while she starts to hate Travis too, and avoids him, which breaks his heart. Later he boldly offers to endanger himself to help the group, but he gets bitten and she has to decapitate him.

This was the same problem I had with the Twilight protagonist: everybody loves her, and she’s too good for any of them. Cass eventually finds an orphan boy to put all her love into and says she no longer cares about Harry, which frees up both brothers to dote on Mary. Mary flip flops over the both of them and treats them both like dirt while at the same time acting like she deserves something from them. Ick. This is not healthy love triangle (if such a thing even exists), it’s one spoiled girl scorning two men who are both crazy about her despite the fact that neither of them can keep their promises. The fact repeated again and again is that neither of them would fulfill her completely, because she craves freedom and going her own way, out of the village and through the forest and hopefully finding the ocean her mother had always told her about. But she is so needy and whiny about these two guys I kinda wish she’d nut up and actually walk away from them, rather than bemoaning the fact that she always feels so trapped.

On to the actual zombie plot and Mary’s heroic quest. Mary thinks she’s independent, or wants to be independent, and is constantly taking risks and going out on her own and damn the rest of them she’s idealistic and free! But she always survives about 5 minutes before facing near death, and each time she actually considers giving up and allowing herself to be torn to bits by zombies, before someone else comes in and saves her ass. And EVERYONE saves her; Travis, Harry, her brother Jed, the nuns, even the dog. They all jump in at one point and come to her rescue because she couldn’t actually survive on her own. And Travis, Jed, and the nun die because of it! They willingly sacrifice themselves for her because they love her so damn much.

You’d think she’d come out at the end of her hero quest a stronger person, not willing to depend on others or resenting them for not loving her the way she wants to be loved. You’d think she would do something heroic and come out okay, without having to be saved by someone else. But no. After tumbling down a waterfall, giving up and figuring she’ll drown, she gets washed out to her precious ocean and meets a kindly man by the beach. Oh good, another man to protect her and martyr himself for her! And just so you don’t think I’m reading too much into this, here’s the last sentence of this whole trainwreck:

For a while I stand and watch, until the beach is clear and then man takes my hand and leads me to the lighthouse.

She doesn’t boldly stride into the new village, she isn’t setting out on her own now that she’s lost everyone. She’s once again allowing herself to be cared for by another guy. And she’ll probably resent him for it and try to run off again and he’ll come out to save her from the zombies and die and she’ll feel bad before finding someone else to do the same thing again. And again. And again. Her hero’s cycle just spins and spins and she never breaks free of it and becomes something better than a needy, impetuous, short-sighted child.

The stuff about the zombies was good, though.

3 weeks later…

Photos from Switzerland are finally edited and uploaded to flickr. Rejoice!

but enough about that…

I’m going to Ireland for Halloween. YAY!

I’m flying out to London for a school conference and will be able to come out a few days earlier, which means that all I have to do is pay for the price of the ticket from London to Cork. AWESOME!

I won’t even lose any hours at work because I’m getting a comp day and can make up the other day. SWEET!

And I’ll be there in time to join in the first ever Cork Zombie Walk. ACES!

I don’t know what else to say, this is so cool. WIZARD!

9/18

1.23am
At Simon’s place. After exploring many lovely antique shops, went to Biel to have dinner with Emilie and her family. Had ice cream with aged balsamic vinegar, which is surprisingly tasty. Then had drinks with Sara, Simon, and Simon’s college friends. In just a few hours, seeing Monika (CAE June 2008)! Time for sleep.

7.29am
Made the train in plenty of time. Sleeping until Zurich seems like a good idea.

My feet are wrecked from the sprint across town yesterday, which is good considering that my trip is almost over.

12pm
At the gate! Had a champagne brunch with Monika and Alexa (CPE June 2008) at Monika’s apartment! Very traditionally Swiss — bread, meat, cheese.

Was tempted to buy more Luxemburgerli desserts at the airport but figured they wouldn’t survive the trip.

Sad that I couldn’t see everyone, but so happy that I was able to see those I did.

So glad I came.

9/16

3.29pm – Geneva train station
On the way to Bern for real this time!

Mafalda & I went to the Red Cross Museum, ate too much pizza for lunch, and explored tacky souvinere stores. Also went to an “American Market” which had random imported American groceries.

7pm
In Bern! Had a beer with Simon at a British bar — Nelson. Am now at an Italian restaurant with him. Mmm gnocchi…

9.45ish am
Went to a bar with Simon, Nik (CPE June 2008), & Tizian. It was an American – themed bar, kind of like a TGIFridays but actually not so annoying.

Spent the night with Tizian at his parents’ house. Her mother is quite proud of her collection of hats from her many travels.

Took the bus back downtown and am now wandering semi-aimlessly, wondering when to call Sara and how I can drop my things off at Simon’s if he’s at work.

10.20am
Bear pits are closed due to dead bears! Weak.

4.42pm
Ran to the train station with 20 seconds to spare. Dripping sweat, very ladylike. On the way to Biel for dinner with Emilie (CAE Dec 2008)!

9/15

10.20am – Lutry
Laura turns on the TV to get the headlines from tele-text.

“Nooo! Federer lost!!”

“Wait, what does it say about Patrick Swayze?”

“Oh, he’s dead. I can’t believe he lost!”

“He’s dead!?”

“Noooo! Federer! This is horrible!”

“Who cares about Federer! Patrick Swayze is dead!!”

11.17pm – Geneva
At Mafalda’s (CAE Dec 2006) charming apartment, which is up 5 not-so-charming flights of stairs.

Had kebabs and baklava from round the corner for lunch. While Mafalda studied for the Bar, I wandered around the lake, hunting for postcards that weren’t completely abhorrent.

Went to an awesome restaurant for dinner. While most (of a quite international crowd that spoke mostly English) go there for the fondue, we abstained from more molten cheese.

Back at the apartment she showed me pictures of boyfriends and her trips.

Mafalda’s gone to a friend’s for the night so I’m watching whatever’s on BBC (historical reinactments of Roman history) and contemplating sleep.

9/14

noonish – Lausanne
Laura and I were to meet Anna-Lynn for lunch but she cancelled again! We’ll meet at 3pm for a coffee, supposedly. ;)

At a smokey restaurant in Lausanne. Hiked up to the cathedral and later watched an adorable clockwork show. Bought a completely unnecessary pair of shoes for CHF 10! Also stocked up on Stabilo pens.

3.30ish pm
At a Starbucks, since Laura loves the coffee here. Anna-Lynn is here — finally! Laura and I went to Ouchy to see the view. After this we will probably go back to the apartment to rest before meeting Michael around 7pm.

5pm – Lutry
Laura’s cold has gotten worse, though she insists it is not “la grippe”. I may once again have to navigate through a city on my own in order to see Michael Z. tonight!

8.09pm
Seeing Michael in an hour! He’s driving in and will pick me up, which means I don’t have to brave the bus system on my own.

11.35pm
Went to a British pub with Michael, where all the male staff wear kilts past their knees. Saw the famed transparent public toilet but declined to use it. Tomorrow, Geneva!

Second French Lesson

Désolé, je ne parle pas français.
Sorry, I don’t speak French.