I am NOT SWISS and I DON'T SOUND SWISS either!

ok, the last post was a bit freaky. sorry about that. i was in a freaky place...

have recovered quite well, thank you, after spending the last two days sleeping, with a few breaks to relax, eat something, maybe watch a film (love stardust, almost as good as the book *g*) and then go back to bed.

i kind of went from freaky to being slightly depressed (while i was awake, anyway). but i'm slowly building up to excited. currently i'm at pleased. maybe even very pleased. i'm getting the urge to do cartwheels again, which is a good sign :-)

i should celebrate. but how? can't go out drinking, my drinking buddies are all in bristol :-(
maybe the cinema. but there's nothing on that i'd want to go see to celebrate having survived uni... hmm, what to do about it?

Labels: i'm special, sleep deprived, uni, weird urges

i can't sleep :-( it's this stupid master thesis, my brain can't turn off (i know it's stopped working properly, but it's still on...)

anyway, i've been thinking some more about these weird near-irrisistible urges. remembering more occasions where i've beaten the urge or given in to it *eeek*

• when i work the late shift at mcdonald's, at some point this plastic cup full of bright blue liquid appears on top of one of the grills. it looks like some delicious cocktail. or poison. whatever it is, i'm hugely tempted to try and drink it... so far i've managed to refrain, but it's always close.
  
  i'm tempted to drink the extra-specially strong grill cleaning fluid even though i am aware it would probably do it's very best to kill me. how special is that?
  
  
• another drinking temptation: remember the white stuff? ;-) it's quite a scary memory. it was saturday night, the first week of my work placement in the UK, and my first night out with the guys from infineon. we were drinking outside the llandogger trow (a pub in bristol).
  
  towards midnight, someone discovered an almost empty wine glass containing some unknown milky white fluid. i know, it sounds bad! but i'm sure it wasn't. the glass was otherwise clean, how could it possibly have got in there?! there was much speculation as to what it might be, accompanied by sniffing to see if it smelt familiar. it didn't.
  
  eventually james and stuart (i think it was them anyway) got bored of that game and started emptying all the almost-empties on the table into the wine glass with the white stuff. once it was all in the one wine glass, they found that the mixture of various beers, wines and white stuff actually smelt pretty good.
  
  so i smelled it too. and lo and behold, was tempted to drink it, knowing that there was some undefinable scary white substance in it! d'you know what? i drank it! the whole glass! i did offer the others some (it tasted good too) but they were perfectly happy to let me have it all to myself...
  
  and i can't even claim i was already drunk, because i'd only had two or three beers... can you imagine?!
  
  
• the emergency brakes in trains. now they're just begging for someone to pull them! surely i'm not the only one who feels that way! thank goodness i've managed to control myself so far, but i do have to take a step back sometimes, just to make sure it's out of arms' reach...
  
  
• and those little hammers to smash the window with in case of an emergency. i'd love to find out how hard you have to hit, and how the window shatters... i'm a very curious person.
  

i'm plagued by almost irresistible urges that are liable to get me locked up or even killed. help!

;-)

Labels: drinking, i'm special, weird urges

i just walked past one of the small lecture rooms where professor loeliger was giving some of the younger stundents a lecture or something with the door open. i was almost overcome by this almost irrisistible urge to poke my head in and start making weird faces at the students stuck there!

is this normal? does everyone get such weird urges?

last week i came home to find mum and dad in the lounge rearranging furniture (as they do) with mum's favourite porcelain lamp lying on the settee.

the urge: to go sit on it and see what would happen...

so i ventured the opinion that the settee might not be the safest of places for a porcelain lamp, someone might sit on it...

dad found this incomprehensible, how could one possibly sit on it by accident (i still think tim (my brother) would, he seems to spend half his time on a different planet anyway). when i mentioned the temptation to sit on it, dad was even more baffled.

mum, however admitted to feeling the same way. so the lamp was moved :-)

the question is, is it only the women of my family who are just generally special, or is this a more widespread phenomenon? and how to find out? hmmm...

Labels: i'm special, random, weird urges