How I decided to wait for Tony Stark

Do you remember that feeling from when you were little, maybe around 8-12 years old, and you thought the world is your personal oyster and that anything is possible? When you kept on searching for dreams, because not even one of them was daring enough for you? And then you grew up and everybody kept telling you to be real and that you cannot do whatever you want to do, so they smashed your dreams and made you a sarcastic and ironic bitch? You know what you have to tell them now?

Fuck off, men!

I’m the type of person that gets enlightened by movies and music (she says playing again Matrix’s Navras) and I inspire myself to believe that I can do more. I have to in a way because otherwise I would not be able to survive and keep writing awesome blog posts for you to read. In another way, I love that feeling that something out there is waiting for me and for my dream to come true. But enough poetry for today, let’s get back to business! Continue reading

Irony and Sarcasm – First Lecture Preview

OK, I keep my promise (thank you, my fans, mom, dad, bitches at kindergarten who told me I’m fat) and I am coming back with a preview for tomorrow’s lecture. Just to keep you curious, you know…

Here’s the lecture presentation (based on which I will write a long post tomorrow).

( Later Edit : OK, I’m new to this, but I thought it was cute and I have no idea how to make it actually presentable for everyone. Go to the lower right and there’s a small clock. Click on it and choose 10 sec. and then click on the screen. the awesomeness will appear)

What Is Irony, Anyway?

When I started this blog, I intended to make it a sanctuary of irony and sarcasm. Still, it seems that the only thing I succeeded was showing how irony examples seem to come in and out of my life as if the Universe was constantly plotting against me. Another thing I have succeeded is to make an ironic example of this entire blog (that is, this blog is ironic in the sense that it is ironic how not-very-ironic-still-tagging-itself-as-ironic the posts I have made so far are). Still, I have big plans (and imagine Ozzy singing “I’m just a dreamer” now- I’m too lazy to actually link it, just imagine it playing until the end of this post). Continue reading

Dear Diary,

It has been a long time since we’ve last spoken. I missed you. No, no, I really missed you. Oh, stop it, I know I’m not irreplaceable. Oh, you make me blush so hard that I might as well be taken as an Easter egg. What? No, I haven’t lost weight. But YOU on the other hand, God, you look stunning, dear! Oh, stop it, you!

Ok, let me tell you how I’ve been doing these past few months. I have been terribly depressed by the fact that I cannot be funny anymore. Being funny is a damn hard job, you see. No matter how hard I try, no matter how deep I dig, my creativity well when it comes to funny things seems to be dry.

Also, I have been doing a lot of research on awnings. But I will keep that super-important stuff for myself. Sorry, it’s classified information. No, no, I can’t share it. Other than that, I have been sleeping really well. I usually sleep 8 hours now, which is a good thing. I sleep 4 hours at night, then 2 more at school and then 2 more when I get home. Life has never been sweeter.

Missing Exterior Window Sill. Reward Offered

OK, so I’ve been meaning to write this blog post for about two weeks. But life got in the way and I couldn’t get to it. For starters, I was busy. And then, I was cut off internet.

Stop me now. This is soon turning into a 15 year old’s Facebook status.

I came home after a lecture, and I was tired, annoyed, hungry, annoyed, grumpy and tired. It felt like a very good way to start your day. I went to the window I can’t open (the “crazy-landlord’s window”) and looked down. Something looked wrong.  Continue reading