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Thoughts on a Wednesday that I really don’t have time for.

… a.k.a.: why there isn’t a cartoon today.

The short version is that I am too busy writing a Shakespeare assignment to draw Shakespeare cartoons. But that is not very interesting, is it? It’s true though and I have two assignment deadlines right now, actually. One is for the fourth and for the eighth of April. I don’t have time for having time, but I’m still writing this.

Several semi-interesting things and several not-so-cool things happened lately, so I thought I might as well write about them. So that you can be prepared in case any of them end up in cartoons in the near future.

My graduation ceremony is next week. In exactly a week, to be precise. I am not impressed. And if one more person tells me that I should be proud and excited and looking forward to it, I am going to scream. Social anxiety, remember? I hate functions. This has nothing to do with being proud or not being proud, I’m already panicking about seeing that many people at the same time. I go to a huge university. 50,000 students, I believe. Of course, the ceremony will only be for three degrees/departments/things at once, I think, but each of those several hundred students is bringing four guests. That gives us several thousand people at the same time. I don’t want to be there in the company of several thousand people.

That is not the only misery, however. My other objection is the clothes. We have to wear academic robes. If I ever say something nice about robes in one of my stories again, someone please slap me. Robes sound really cool in fantasy novels – until you have to wear them yourself. Also, that hat. Mortar boards: who invented them? Can I kill him please? Who thought that a cap with a piece of flat cardboard fixed to the top was a great idea? The only thing that hat is good for is cosplaying Professor Slughorn from Harry Potter.

Then I had to find something to wear underneath the toga. I don’t own any black clothes. I hate wearing black. I have olive skin with yellow undertones, and black eyes, eyelashes and eyebrows, in case you hadn’t noticed. Wearing more black really doesn’t work for me. Fashion magazines always say that black goes with everything and suits everyone, but that is just plain lazy. There are people who do not look good black and I happen to be one of them.  So I said that I am prepared to wear black trousers, but I’m not wearing a black shirt. That is just too much. So today I went to hunt for some black trousers and a nice blouse. It turned into some kind of hide and seek game. I had no idea how hard this would be. (Also, I’m probably the only girl on the planet who doesn’t like shopping.)

I came to three conclusions.

  • I have terrible taste in clothes, apparently.
  • Who decided that colour was wrong?
  • My ideas about what clothes should cost are way, way out.

I have terrible taste, because I didn’t like any of the stuff I saw. And if I did like it, it was like triple my budget. I also started wondering why everyone is scared of thinking about colour, because everything formal is black, white and grey. Why? When did colour become wrong?

I couldn’t think about colour myself today, either, because of the stupid robes again. Our faculty colour is orange, so that means orange trim for the robes. I didn’t know that the fashion colours are mint and salmon at the moment, did you? I could just see that clashing with the orange. I ended up with black and white clothes. So predictable. What can I say? I don’t do well with conformity, especially not with dress codes. Now I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I won’t end up working for a place that would require me to wear something from the black-white-and-grey series every day. I think I would die from boredom and lack of creative output.

Yes, you can have a picture. No, not with the robes as well. That’s ridiculous.

It needed to be documented.

It needed to be documented.

But enough of me complaining about graduation. There’s more interesting things out there. Internet, for example!

The past two weeks or so have been exciting for me, internet-wise. I learned the joy of actually subscribing to things! Who knew? Okay, probably everybody except me. This goes for YouTube channels and blogs. I used to check up on everything for updates and I have no idea why. So when I finally decided to subscribe properly to blogs, I got a Bloglovin’. And I thought, “Why didn’t I know about this earlier?” And the day after I did that, I learned that Google Reader is shutting down. Then I could at least congratulate myself on my choice of blog reader.


Look at my pretttttty icon, telling me about all the updates that I’ve ignored due to assignments.

I prefer the icon, because email updates drive me crazy. Maybe that is why I never wanted to subscribe to things.


Then, as I was so into the internet sociability, I restarted my Twitter-account and changed my handle while I was at it. I’m really going to try to be better at tweeting now. That shouldn’t be too hard, as I’m seriously bad at it. But I’m learning. That’s cool, right? My account is here, by way, and there is always a link in the sidebar if you’re looking for it.


Lastly, and totally unexpectedly, Tumblr. You know I love Tumblr and I make fandom-related graphics and post them on there. My blog recently gained a lot of popularity as I am posting a graphics-series called “Today in Middle-earth”, but then, as screencaps to the new Hobbit-movie became available, I thought I should do something with them. The very first thing I did was four small stills of dwarf-women from the prologue of the movie that I put together into a photoset. Very simple. It took me about ten minutes. So I posted it. And things just went crazy. I was just getting email notifications and my entire dashboard was covered in notices of people reblogging and liking my post. Apparently everyone really likes lady dwarves. It was sort of scary and overwhelming. Much like getting Freshly Pressed here on WP last year. I didn’t quite know how to handle it. The popular post is here, if you want to see it.

I just wanted to say, really nice things sometimes happen totally unexpectedly and to the most unlikely of posts and I can only be grateful to whatever popular Tumblr user it was that saw my little post and then reblogged it for all of their followers to see.


And that’s my life at the moment. I don’t know if I will be posting next week, because of deadlines and graduation, but we’ll see. If nothing else, this ceremony should make a good cartoon…


PS. Have a blessed Easter, to all who celebrate it! 🙂

10 responses

  1. pawan

    yo you are the most unique girl i ever met online by the way happy easter let the lord showre his bleassing on people around u dr word sign out

    March 29, 2013 at 12:57

    • Happy Easter to you too! 🙂

      March 29, 2013 at 23:39

      • pawan

        yo friend i on word press i dont know what to do plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz help me aka means what

        March 31, 2013 at 06:45

      • I have no idea what you just said…?
        Also, I deleted your other comment so as not to clutter up this space with off-topic comments.

        April 1, 2013 at 00:31

  2. sorryyyyy

    April 1, 2013 at 07:51

  3. you still did not tell what????????? aka stand for
    plzzzzzzzz telllllll me

    April 5, 2013 at 12:32

    • I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that’s what you were asking. It stands for “also known as”.

      April 5, 2013 at 21:12

      • yo whats ????????? it means
        also known as is it right my friend told me

        April 7, 2013 at 08:50

      • Yes.

        April 7, 2013 at 10:52

      • good bye thanks

        April 8, 2013 at 13:58

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