I wrote this one week ago, but wanted to post it here too.

Today was the start of the Laboratory Animal Course that I am taking.

I do not want to perform animal experiments, neither now nor in the future, but it is an obligatory course for my master, as it educates students to become researchers in the field of medicine.

It has only been one day of lectures, but there were sooo many impressions already. During the day, I’ve felt like crying a few times (but didn’t of course, it’s still a classroom), I’ve felt like engaging in discussion, I’ve felt like writing about what I learnt every other minute.

But I’m not in the mood anymore. Hopefully I manage to get my thoughts together to write a proper piece about this some time during the course, because it’s quite important to me to think about the animals, in these surroundings that think of animal experiments as something that can be postponed by using alternatives, but is eventually unavoidable.

I understand this, but I am also not ready to take a definitive stance as to whether I am for or against animal testing for medical purposes. An ethical expert talked about moral status, and those in favour of animal testing usually regard humans as having a higher moral status than animals. I disagree and think their moral status is equal, but then maybe an analogy could be drawn between humans using animals for testing and carnivores using animals for food? It’s just the way nature works?

I don’t know.

And I feel like I am the only one in my class who has this problem with the basics of Yes or No, instead of just with the details of how and what.

The prevailing emotion that I am feeling at the moment is pity that my room is too small to house a pet; I would love to secretly rescue one of the animals.



I would love for people to reply to this post, because this really keeps lingering in my mind at the moment. What are your feelings on animal testing??

Lately I realised I am a feminist.

Last year, when discussing feminism in literature, a teacher asked our class if any of us were feminists. After a bit of silence, one girl said that she was, but a mild one.

I didn't answer.

I guess it is because of the association of feminism with bra-burning and stuff like that, that I never thought of myself as a feminist.

But then I read this:

Civil and social and equal rights for women is all feminism IS and what a feminist supports. *

And then I checked Wikipedia:

Feminism is [...] aimed at defining, establishing, and defending equal political, economic, and social rights and equal opportunities for women. *

And I realised that I am definitely, totally, a feminist. Still, not a radical one; but definitely, feminist. 

Oh hi

I had kinda abandoned this blog, in favour of Tumblr (follow meee).
But I think I'll maybe start writing here again.
Because Tumblr is no longer a novelty, thank you I have now seen most Harry Potter funny or emotional pictures and crazy Glee ships and artsy photographs and semi-poetic texts.
Also because I am no longer studying English, but am now doing a masters, which means that I no longer have to write essays, which means I have more inspiration left to write other things like blog posts.

See you soon, hopefully <3

This week I challenge myself to wear dresses and skirts only.

I only ever wear jeans really, and it's boring and I want that to change. 

Also, I discovered the joys of Tumblr and it's really cool, except that 1. I feel like abandoning this blog because Tumblr is so easy, but that would be such a shame, and 2. my exam weeks are starting and I really should be studying instead of spending loads of time on Tumblr
(P.S. http://wolk.tumblr.com/, follow/send me yours <3)

I have been wondering about what I would have put on my shirt. I guess 'not being outgoing when I was a teenager, making me a kind but really boring child then and having less life experience than I would have wished for now' is a bit too long, so maybe just 'shyness'? Or something about my outside, but there is not one thing that I can point out as being/having been most insecure about, it is more several things together.

It is harder than I thought to think of something really fitting, but I think 'shyness' would indeed be quite appropriate as it is something that I was insecure about, but have mostly overcome now; and that was the main point of it.


P.S. Cute bonusvideo:


P.P.S. Glee's massive inconsistencies in the storylines are superannoying, as are the crazily unrealistic lovetriangles(/squares/pentagons/hexagons). But for some reason I cannot explain it makes me really happy when I am watching it, so I am sad that the season is over. Yay for Youtube clips of the Live Tour!

P.P.P.S. What would you put on your shirt? Comment! :)

I just went to the toilet, and heard my neighbour two doors away singing Pete Murray, while accompanying himself on the guitar, and I stopped and listened. I feel like a creep, standing outside his door, but it was awesome.

Tea

I just made tea.

I think tea is disgusting. It is always either too hot or too cold, either too sweet or not sweet enough, either has too much taste or is too watery. It almost makes me gag: that is how disgusting tea is to me.

People find this odd: doesn't everyone like tea? How on earth can you not like tea, it's just tasty water?

I think it's odd too. Therefore, I try to drink tea every once in a while. But I've tried many different flavours and found every single one to be disgusting. So I think there is little hope that I will like it in the near future; or ever.

So then why did I just make tea?

Because sitting with a cup of tea in front of you, for some reason, just feels really really comforting.

I just reread my old blog posts, and I noticed some things:

1. My English, while still not perfect, has definitely improved: which totally makes sense, since I am studying English Language and Culture this year; which, by the way, I love more than I ever could have thought. Love love love. LOVE. Loooooooooooove. Maybe I'll write a separate post about that later, so I can elaborately express my love for ETC <3.
2. In most of my longer posts, I complain about something. I guess it's because sometimes I'm alone, I'm feeling depressed, I need to talk to someone: and when there is nobody around, my blog becomes my victim (most of these 'complaining posts' are dated from the period when I was doing a research internship, and I must admit, that time indeed sucked and was worth complaining about).
3. I like my blog.

Model Jorgelina Airaldi's eyes are craaazily beautiful; odd, but amazing!

I am so happy with my life right now; it is thinking of the future which depresses me.

I am a student, and I totally understand why people say it is the time of your life: I'm learning all about things that I never even knew could be interesting, but that I have grown to love; I have lots of friends, and different types of them, so there is always someone I can talk to; I live on my own in a tiny yet lovely and comfortable room; I have four days of school per week, so I have enough free time; and when I do have to go to university, I still always have loads of fun.

Future: I will have to work full-time, and I cannot think of any job that I would like enough to be able to do it at least 36 hours a week without getting bored. I can only imagine my future life as being more boring than it is now. That sucks.

Every now and then, I rediscover the Sims, the PC game.

Like right now: hurry up, installation of Sims 2!!! :D

Oh hi

Reading now: The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Listening now: 3fm Alternative
Neglecting for the last two months: blog

Sorry blog, but first it was January Exam Month, then I moved out (for the second time, this time probably not temporarily), and now it's just general business with studying and work and family and social life.
Although I could totally dedicate some of my avoiding-studying-with-useless-surfing-time to blogging. So basically I have no excuse.
...sorry blog. Sorry me. I'll try wasting my time with more useful activities from now on.
Seriously.