I hate to disappoint y’all, but I survived the results of my own stupidity. I still look and feel horrible, but my stomach does not hurt and my headache is fading. If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend that it is gone.
So, aspirin cannot kill me after all.
In a last attempt to pospone the misery of my HLM stats homework, I decided to dig out my all-time favorite quotation for my friend Jeff. Then it dawned on me that I can maybe feel a bit better about my own stupidity if I find some wise words on the subject by famous men. So, here are my top 5 from the Quotation Page, listed in order of applicability to my situation:

1.Strange as it seems, no amount of learning can cure stupidity, and formal education positively fortifies it.
-Stephen Vizinczey

2.Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.
-Frank Leahy

3.Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.
-Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

4.Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
-Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

5.There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)

Why I am so stupid? Will I ever learn to take care of myself? Last night, I felt the first signs of a migraine and decided to kill it early, before it turns into a 3-day migraine monster. I took a migraine med and, then, for reasons yet unknown, decided to take aspirin. 2 tablets. I should never take aspirin - it gives me horrific stomach ache; I once spend several days in the hospital with stomach bleeding from aspirin. You’d think that after finding in such a hard way that I am sensitive to aspirin, a red light would start flashing in my head when someone even mentions its name. No, I took 2! Why do I even own a super-size bottle of aspirin? Your guess is as good as mine.
So, I spent a sleepless night, probably my most miserable 10 hours ever. My headache is worse, my stomach is killing me. Ouch!

In case it’s not clear yet from my recent posts about dogs and carp, I love animals. I love them so much, that I was a vegetarian for a long time. I honestly have no idea why and how I started eating meat again, but I did.
I feel bad about it sometimes. Especially when Jiso brings a rabbit-fur scarf to my office! Talking to Jiso always gets me thinking about things that I usually do not think about. Animals and naked women are only two examples. But I have to disagree with her and insist that naked men hot male models campaigning against fur are just more effective. Case in point: Marcus(Oh, Marcus!).I love Jiso, I am looking forward to our lunch tomorrow.

I don’t read horoscopes. But this one was too close to reality.

Tonight was Gretchen and Steve’s birthday party. It was small, but it was fun. Apparently, I have a twisted taste for alcohol because I really liked this blueberry schnapps and everyone else thought it was like cough medicine. My amazing friend Julie was also there. Julie is easily the smartest person that I know and she is also very cute and has been very nice to me. And I am not only saying this, I really mean it
P.S. In case any of my southern friends are reading this, I need to clarifyfor the record that I laugh at their accent in a good way, not to insult them. The southern accent is cute, and actually - very sexy!

These past couple of weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster. I don’t think I have felt so confused, excited, anxious, happy, and angry since I was a teenager. And just like 1o years ago, Bono comes to help by verbalizing exactly how I feel. Then and now, I have always loved Bono.
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U2 - Original of the Species
Baby slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart
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P.S. On another note, check my updated links, now featuring Jenn. Her blog is awesome. Do you have a blog? Is anyone even reading this?

I was talking to my 5-year-old cousin on the phone this morning. She asked me what I have been up to and I tried to explain that I am on my way to teach sections today and kind of explained what sections are. This is her commment, verbatim (in translation:)): “So, you are like this one teacher in kindergarden, who brings us these coloring books on Fridays and watches us for 2 hours and tells us not to yell.” Surprisingly, she is pretty damn close to my job description.

Today I spend about 2 hours choosing my next dog. Mind you, I currently do not have the time, the place, and the money to afford a dog. And I should have been doing homework. However, Jiso started me on the whole “what-kind-of-dog-do-i-want” thing and then I could not stop until I found a breed to my content. The animal planet site helped a lot. I have always thought I want a Rottweiler, and I still might consider that. However, my current top dogs are the Greater Swiss Mountain Dog, the Bernese Mountain Dog, and the Samoyed. Coincidentally, these dogs all seem to be related because they are all in the category of the so called “Working Dogs”. Great, at least someone at home will do work, since obviously that’s not the owner’s main quality. Tell me, what’s your favorite dog breed?

Last night at Heather’s was fun. Lots of wine. Enough to make me tell everyone the story of the carp. Yeah, that’s right; carp as in the fish that live in the mud on the bottom of the lakes.
When I was very young, probably around 6 and my brother around 4, my mom came home after work with seven small carp fishes to cook for dinner on St.Nicholas’s day. They were still alive when she unwrapped them from their packaging, since she had bought them from the live fish store less than 10 minutes earlier. They started flopping up and down on the counter and my brother, who loves animals, said “There’s no way we’ll kill them.” Before we knew it, he was crying and begging to let them live for just one last night. I don’t know what my parents were really thinking when they agreed to that. My brother filled the tub in the bathroom and put them in there and watched them and fed them breadcrumbs until bedtime. The next morning, everyone needed to use the shower, so my dad bought this huge plastic bucket and the carp were transferred there. Then by noon they were back in the tub. In the evening, the same ritual was repeated. And this went on from St.Nicholas’s day (December 6) until the national holiday (March 3), when my dad was off from work and we took the fishes to a lake near Sofia and dropped them there. By that time, they were huge. I always thought this story was bizzare, and so did Heather and Jeff. They also probably think that I am crazy.
This morning, the new Duplex cartoon was especially close to home:




Now I need to go read.

Ladies and Gentelman, allow me to introduce you to the most absurd olympic bid logo EVER:

No, this is not a joke. This logo, mind you, was approved by a 4 member commission with 2 professors on it. Moreover, it was produced by some advertising and PR agency called …”Kiwi” …!?! This logo comes several months after an even uglier (but true) corruption allegation and subsequent removal from office and ban of the former Bulgarian Olympic committee chairman, who collected bribes in return for an endorsement of London’s bid. Do you smell lots of dirty money involved?
The logo has absolutely no aesthetic appeal and zero meaning or symbolics. Moreover, it looks as if my four year old cousin was left unsupervised to play with MS Paint. Seriously, I am ashamed of this thing, big time. How come all the other countries can have normal, even pretyy, bid logos:

And then, there is this:

Is it an egg? A sun? An egg served sunny side up? What the heck is this? It is a real shame. For the first time, Bulgaria had a somewhat reasonable chance of a realistic bid. We actually have great winter resources, the country is more than pretty, and the equipment has been renovated. It’s not that the logo will be the decisive factor. Some might even wonder why I am making such a big deal out of it. Because it’s embarrassing! There are so many talented people with creative ideas and visions about how to make our fragile new democracy a better place to live in. And for each one of them, there is at least one corrupt politician, olympic committee member, “kiwi”, or government official to ruin it all. And to really make me and many others exclaim: “What a shame!” Arghh, I can’t stomach this; it’s so ugly - on many levels. Granted, it made me laugh for a few minutes; then, it made me bitter, sad, and just plain angry.

I always get sick to my stomach when something big is coming up. When I was a kid, it was my annual trip for summer vacation to my grandparents’ house on the Black sea. Seven hours on the train, leaving home for 3 months, meeting my summer friends. Oh my, it was so nerve-wrecking. Well, this semester I have to finish classes, pass comperensive exams, and write a dissertation prospectus. Can I say, I will need lots of alka seltzer.
On a different note, I can’t believe I was a writing tutor for 2 years and actually had regular students who made appointments to see ME. The writing process has turned into some agony.
Anyway, time for some late soup and bed. It will be OK.

In case you have a small crush on foreign accents, this is the site for you. Of course, don’t forget that this is the sexiest accent of all.