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Ok, here is another stupid Quiz I stole from.... Utopia. It filled in a couple of minutes of my day which I probably should have spent mopping up the tea I spilled in the bedroom. (breaking hubby's mug, too.)
You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!
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I tried to write a quick entry last night before I went to sleep, but the computer shut itself down on me just as I finished, and I couldn't be bothered to restart. I can't remember anything I said though, so it couldn't have been important. Hmm. What have I been up too... umm... well.. I have coded quite a bit. Or tried. And I created one of the blog templates I was going to gift hubby with.. he said he liked it, but he's deleted both of the blogs anyway so I guess its irrelevant. *shrugs*. What else... I have been knitting this morning. I like to knit, sometimes. Strange, as its usually seen as an 'old-lady' kinda thing, but I find it quite relaxing now and again. I am knitting a tea pot warmer. Nothing amazing. (Not that I have a proper tea pot.... *sob*). I have also been playing Majesty, and learning the odd Polish word or two. (Ryba! Rekin! Konik morski! Ha!) Other than that, I am a boring sod, as always. Ho hum.
Ok, here are the things I have to do today, or at least -should- do today;
- Finish coast area for Evermore MUD (make fishing work, add npcs, 2 prize points, fix the quest Roane, sort out v-rooms for sea.
- Get room layout done for Evermore MUD Aevalon area.
- Speak to Meister and get Dwarf PP House into Evermore.
- Add wishlist link to Blog.
- Make 2 Blogger Templates
- Make 1 Cat Blog MT Template
- Get History written and Uploaded for Blakkenstream now it is back up and I am finally in charge
- mailto link for Blog
- Answer emails
- Polish lesson!
- Have bath
- Fix bugs in Thalasar, Evermore MUD.
- Mop floor
- Feed Freja
- Go to Mum's.
Phew, I'm tired after writing that. Time for a little break....
Its another late night for me - 4 o'clock in the morning so far. I have a shitty cold, and I am making merangue. This year I am planning ahead for Yule, so that I don't wake up on Wednesday and think, 'crap, feast, er... food, right...'. This will be the first Yule I spend with Hubby, so I'd like it to be as nice as possible - I have certain issues with the 'niceness' of this time of year, but I want to at least make the best of it we can. While I am waiting for my various foodery and bakery thingies to cook and chill and freeze, I am quickly typing up this entry, pottering around Evermore coding a little, and working on my christmas presents for Hubby. Due to total lack of money, his Yule presents include two new blog templates. Pff. How bad a wife am I? :( I'll try and make sure that the house is nice and clean by the time he wakes up, and that there is lots of homemade food and goodies for him.
Top Cat - You wanted to know why I came here, etc. Well...here it is, the not-so-saga-like saga of my not-quite-epic journey to Cyprus.
I lived in England. My parents lived in Cyprus. I had some stuff in England that I wanted - nay, needed - to get away from. My mother is the Goddess of innapropriate pressure from family members. I caved. Also, I love to Scuba Dive and cannot do that in England, originally my work here was to involve this but for many reasons it currently cannot.
Taa daa.
There you go TC, half a post all for you ;))
It's around one-thirty in the morning at the moment. I woke up at one-o'clock, as my sensitive English-Trained ears honed in on the one sound I truely love and miss in this country - Rain. By one-fifteen I had my elbows leaning on the window frame, breathing in the damp air, having rescued the washing and accidentally woken up Hubby. Oops. Anyway, now I'm really restless, so I left poor Hubby to his sleep and came out here to the computer to blog my restlessness. I read a few blogs, (In case anyone is interested, WebKittyn has a rather amusing post on snow in N.Y and eating yuppies.) and sat here wondering and pondering.
I wonder if I am giving up to easily.
I am pondering whether going back to England is the right thing to do.
Yes, I miss England like hell. Yes, I can't get a decent job here. Yes, Hubby can't get a job here at all. But I've only been over here six months. Hubby three months. Is that enough time for me to give up totally? (I can tell you one thing, it's enough time for me to miss having enough money to buy a teapot....please, donate to the 'Buy Sera a new teapot fund' *sob*) I don't know. More ponderation to come at a later date.
I do a lot of moaning in this blog. But hell, it's my blog. I don't force people to sit here and read it. My blog is one way I have of communicating. I don't communticate well, at all. It's not my fault per se, I was born this way. I have a distinct blockage between myself and others. But I try like hell to get past it.... thanks for helping ;)
Have you ever tried to chase a cat out of a room in complete silence, trying to communicate via gesture alone: "If you wake up that man by jumping on his feet he will not only skin you alive but he will probably use one of my ribs to do it." While the cat just stares at you, in complete miscomprehension? Bleh, hard work.
So, no entry for a few days. Why, you ask? (I doubt many asked; I don't care; I'm answering.) Well, because hubby and I were squatting at my parents. Well. Kinda. Maybe not squatting because its not illegal and they knew we were there. My parents zipped off to England for three weeks (Jealous? Me? No.....), to see my Brother and his new baby.. which was born on Sunday morning weighing 7lbs and joyfully bearing the name 'Alina Hui Jones'. (Or maybe not joyfully, we'll see when she goes to school.) I'll put up a picture of her as soon as I get one, apparently she is beautiful and has my Bro's colouring. That was something we were wondering about, as her mother is Chinese and her father English... my friend Lydi suggested very rudely that she might come out 'looking like she just needs a good wash'. Nasty nasty, thats my neice your talking about. *hmpfl* But no, apparently she looks like my Bro except for her lips, which are certainly her mothers. Awww.
Babies aside, and back to the trip to the parents. There were several reasons for this;
- Purging their house of christmas presents.
- Erecting their christmas tree (We haven't done that yet - will probably get around to it on New Years Eve, and hour before they return....).
- Hot Water (They have it, we dont.)
- Satallite TV (They have it, we dont.)
- Food. (They have it, we dont. Well not much.)
- Escape from Freja.
- Escape from the noisy neightbours upstairs (Who sound like they put their kids in barrels every evening and roll them around for kicks.)
- Etc, etc, etc, yadda yadda.
Now I have returned home and... hubby is sleeping while I clean the apartment through.
Hrmpf.
That sounded horrible; its not meant to be; I love to clean; he likes to sleep. So everyone is happy. But generally I'm happy as long as he is happy - simple minded that I am.
Enough babble... There's still work to be done! *grabs a cloth and anti-bacterial cleaner and charges headlong into the kitchen, scaring cat and catching kimono sleeve on arm of chair. Argl.*
FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:
"Hi ho!" "Yaaay!" and
"Sheesh!"
FAVORITE MOVIE:
"How Green Was My Mother"
LAST BOOK READ:
"Surfin' the Webfoot: A Frog's Guide to the
Internet"
HOBBIES:
Sitting in the swamp playing banjo.
QUOTE:
"Hmm, my banjo is wet."
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I was reading through some articles on the internet relating to Aspergers Disorder, or Aspergers Syndrome. I have always been suprised at how ignorant some people are of this disorder. People are generally aware of High-Functioning Autism, but lack any knowledge or understanding of Aspergers. (The name "Asperger" comes from Hans Asperger, an Austrian physician who first described the syndrome in 1944.) So, as I suffer from this disorder myself, I want to set the record straight on it for anyone who reads this blog, at least.
Asperger's Disorder is a milder variant of Autistic Disorder. Both Asperger's Disorder and Autistic Disorder are in fact subgroups of a larger diagnostic category. This larger category is called either Autistic Spectrum Disorders, mostly in European countries, or Pervasive Developmental Disorders ("PDD"), in America. In Asperger's Disorder, affected individuals are characterized by social isolation and eccentric behavior most noticable in childhood, and carrying through into adulthood. There are impairments in two-sided social interaction and non-verbal communication. Clumsiness is prominent both in their articulation and gross motor behavior.
DSM-IV DIAGNOSTIC CRITERIA FOR ASPERGER'S DISORDER
(The DSM-IV is the Fourth Edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disordersof the American Psychiatric Association.)
A.Qualitative impairment in social interaction, as manifested by at least two of the following:
(1) marked impairment in the use of multiple nonverbal behaviors such as eye-to-eye gaze, facial expression, body postures, and gestures to regulate social interaction
(2) failure to develop peer relationships appropriate to developmental level
(3) a lack of spontaneous seeking to share enjoyment, interests, or achievements with other people (e.g., by a lack of showing, bringing, or pointing out objects of interest to other people)
(4) lack of social or emotional reciprocity
- I have been told that I exhibit three of these symptoms: 1, 2, and 4. I am certainly impaired in the use of nonverbal behaviours, I know that my bodylanguage and facial expression during social interaction sucks. I try my best ever since I was old enough to understand this, but I often feel that I still frequently 'miss the mark' on that one. My closest friends were never my age, they were always older by at least a couple of years or markedly younger. I don't know why this is.
B.Restricted repetitive and stereotyped patterns of behavior, interests, and activities, as manifested by at least one of the following:
(1) encompassing preoccupation with one or more stereotyped and restricted patterns of interest that is abnormal either in intensity or focus
(2) apparently inflexible adherence to specific, nonfunctional routines or rituals
(3) stereotyped and repetitive motor mannerisms (e.g., hand or finger flapping or twisting, or complex whole-body movements)
(4) persistent preoccupation with parts of objects
- I have several of these symptoms to a certain extent. I have an obsessive personality to some degree, for instance I often have the problem where if I sit down to code something or write something, all else ceases. I could sit at the computer straight for several days ignoring everyone and everything around me if I was allowed too. Luckily for me, I am generally forced (or I realise and manage to force myself) to move my ass after a while. I have many small rituals, tiny things that my doctors were always really interested in. Such as, I must shake the milk bottle after I take it out of the fridge, before I can pour it into my tea. I don't know why. I just do it. When I code, I must do it in certain ways. I can't do it any other way, it just upsets me and makes me feel very uncomfortable. I don't know why. It just does.
C.The disturbance causes clinically significant impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.
- My little habits and social problems might not sound like much, but believe me my social development was deffinately not smoothe sailing, and I fear it never will be. My obsessive 'foldering and organisation' tendancies often disrupt my working life and cause irritation for co-workers. I try not to let it get me down ever, but I have often wondered what I would be doing now If things were different.
D.There is no clinically significant general delay in language (e.g., single words used by age 2 years, communicative phrases used by age 3 years).
- This is very true. I was always very advanced mentally, physically and emotionally in certain areas, though lacking in others as if to 'make up for it'. I have been told this is common.
E.There is no clinically significant delay in cognitive development or in the development of age-appropriate self-help skills, adaptive behavior (other than in social interaction), and curiosity about the environment in childhood.
- As far as I know, social development aside, I was pretty normal, even advanced as a child.
F.Criteria are not met for another specific Pervasive Developmental Disorder or Schizophrenia.
- Apparently, they aren't. I didn't meet the criteria for PDD, and although one doctor did consider childhood schizophrenia as a 'label' for my symptoms, most others disagreed.
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Well, what can I say. I think the last one is one of my favouriates.
The past couple of days I have really had The Grumps. Hubby has been really nice and trying to cheer me up, and up to a point he succeeds - then I look around, realise I am still stuck in this shithole, and get depressed all over again. My mother has been irritating me, (For instance, branding me 'totally stupid' for accidentally dying THREE, only THREE items of clothing SLIGHTLY pink, by accident, and then asking her if she had any nice goodies in her cleaning cupboard to help me correct them....As if its not something that -everyone- does at -least- once in their life...), being in Cyprus has been irritating me - and most certianly, more than anything, my whole mudding situation has been irritating me. Why can I not play mud A just because friend/admin from mud B says I can't play mud B if I play mud A??? *argl* They're all mean. Why should I choose? I won't. They will have to stop acting like children in thier own time, I just code....
I have been doing much thinking. But, unusually for me, I have been trying my very best to -talk- about what I have been thinking with those who are close to me. Or at least those I care about who are close to me... ahh, the distinction is so fine but so important ;)
I have really been considering moving back to England. I am so unbelievably homesick right now. I just can't settle here, I hate it in almost every way that is possible. There is just nothing here that is important to me anymore, except for Hubby of course... but he will come to England with me too, so that part is almost irrelevant... and I know he doesn't exactly love it here either.
Oh well.
I want to apologise to my readers, (My one reader? Oh well, I love you all! Ahem.), as the past couple weeks I have really just been using my blog as a rant/moan page while I have been at work. I know it's my blog and I can do as I like with it, but really... people surely don't want to read these steaming piles of horse crap.
Oh well.
I think I'll just read my daily blog helping, ( MyssguidedMusings, Abstract Utopia, WebKittyn Warbles, Chapel, etc.) make an update on all my blogs (This one, my private one, and the creators blog for The Third Road MUD.), then toddle off to bed and stop boring you all to death!!