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I’m back! And I have more random thoughts and questions to share! Dare you tread upon the insane (and reference-ridden) mindscape that I call my own?

Well, this is what happened to the last person who did. 😉 What is it with the Halloween’d theme all of a sudden? Behave brain!

  1. How is it that when I was actively looking for clips of the Japanese version of Yu-Gi-Oh!, the whole of YouTube was void of them and now they’re suddenly, like, second video on the list?
  2. Why do people feel a compulsive need to ship? I mean, I do it too. Doesn’t mean I get it.
  3. Why  do shoes hurt your feet? Weren’t they invented to protect your feet from hurt? (and cold…and sharp twigs…)
  4. Why are razor replacements so expensive if the fashionable norm is to be clean-shaven?
  5. For the matter, how come guys don’t get the nifty razor heads that have shaving jell already attached to them?
  6. Can a full moon make you crazy (or turn you into a werewolf) if it’s too cloudy to see it?
  7. Why would a temperature-controlled swimming pool be too cold to be comfortable?
  8. Why would anyone leave a frying pan for over a week without washing the damn thing? It’s already soaked enough! (-glares at unnamed flatmate)
  9. Why do clouds sometimes look two-dimensional and sometimes 3-D?
  10. Why do the shops all start huge sales the day after I resolve not to spend too much from now on?
  11. Why do necromancy jokes keep popping up on my Facebook feed when I’m not even that interested on the subject?
  12. Why doesn’t anyone ever point out that according to the new movies James Kirk’s dad is frigging Thor? (DON’T TELL ME IT’S DIFFERENT UNIVERSES!)
  13. Why can’t I psychically materialise chocolate whenever I fancy it? I really, really, really want some right now!

…aaaaand I just spent 20 minutes actually trying to answer my own rhetorical questions. I think this is as good a time as any to sign out!

Ben & Jerry’s Day!?


How have I spent 22 years on this planet not knowing this is a thing? Seriously! I think I’ll brave the (generally incomprehensible) editing platform…

-five minutes later-

Greeeeat…. It seems that in all of Athens only ONE Ben & Jerry’s is participating. I’m going to hold out hope that maybe that’s just a case of the site not being updated timely but if it’s true! Well then. To the rest of the shops, you suck! Come on, I know there’s more shops, I’ve walked out of some repeatedly. Would it seriously dent your quarterly reports to participate? But I’m running ahead of myself. I’ll leave this off here and pick it up tomorrow. Hopefully with fingers sticky from deliciously free ice-cream.


 Nope, no free ice cream found. And I walked a big part of the city centre today, trust me. Was pretty fun, especially the herbs and spices shop (some of them are plucked straight out of Diagon Alley, let me tell you!) But it was pretty crowded, everywhere, and, well, there’s a reason I don’t do social interactions at a large scale. Came home, buried myself under my duvet and oh sweet silence welcome at last! Not for more than an hour unfortunately, since I hadn’t eaten since breakfast (coffee doesn’t count!) and it was past five in the afternoon at that point. Now, if you know me, you know that being hungry and having my stomach turn at the thought of food either means that I’m sick (and that was yesterday and the day before, so no way) or I’m retreating to hibernating fox mode. What’s that you ask? No, it’s not a proper term (though it should be, foxes are cuddly!). Basically it’s what I call those days when anything more involved than watching fan videos and each chocolate buttons (with the occasional nap and/or cry session because all the tension needs to get out at some point) is just too much.

Unfortunately, the Universe is not giving me this one. Job applications to fill out. Yeah, no. If I can’t convince myself to make a chicken sandwich when I’m hungry and the chicken is right there, I don’t think writing covering letters will go well. Especially since, you know. You’re supposed to be sickeningly enthusiastic. Or something. Ugh. I need a cat to cuddle. And one of those 2lt bowls of profiterole. The Baileys-laced variety.

I hope your week is panning out better. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go stare at the ceiling.

11 reasons it pays to be single on Valentine’s Day


In honour of the upcoming Never-you-mind-my-relationship-status Day, here are my personal top eleven reasons on why Valentine’s Day is better for the singles.

  1. You get to have the house all to yourself. While your flatmates are out with their significant others you get to have a three hour long bubble bath with no one trying to break the door.
  2. You save money: no one to expect extravagant gifts means your budget might just get you through the month.
  3. No pre-date nerves of the “Ohmygoshwhattowearvariety”.
  4. Ladies: if you want to be lazy and NOT shave your legs, no one will know.
  5. No struggle to fit yet-another plushy to your already alarmingly large collection.
  6. If you want to have a junk food night in, washed down with a tub of Ben and Jerries, there’s bound to be someone on your friends list to join you.
  7. No embarrassingly sappy posts on Facebook/Twitter that you know you will regret in a few weeks’ time.
  8. You don’t have to sit through a movie you hate and pretend to like it for your date’s sake.
  9. Better yet! You don’t have to share your popcorn!
  10. You don’t lose sight of what’s important: specifically the upcoming Pancake Day.
  11. Massive chocolate clearance on every supermarket on the 15ht.

P.S. Kudos to the Nostalgia Critic for the Top 11 gimmick.

P is for Pudding


Another one of those “Christmas classics” that I have never tried. Clearly I had no childhood…The only things I know about it is that it is a dessert, it is bloody hard to make and that it almost as British as shepherd’s pie. And I’m not even sure about that last one. It’s incredible how you kind of assume some things: “We wish you a merry Christmas” has the word “pudding” on it, ergo puddings are Christmas-y things. Are they? I’m not looking it up, I’m still recovering from this semester’s research projects (cue the PTSD flashback).


-one shop trip later-

It’s a fruitcake? Seriously? There’s already a Christmas fruitcake with its one score of jokes and punch-lines? Why do we need another? Oh Western civilisation and your multiple contradictory customs… Why do you torment me so?

C is for Candy


Strawberry-flavoured candy canes evenly hanging from the tree;

Cinammon, nutmeg and chocolate scents dancing in the air;

Laughter from the kitchen as we rolled coconut truffles;

Cookies passing on a tray, raisings and almonds and nuts;

Eggnog and wine –only for grownups- steaming in the mugs.


Christmas is summed in the smells of cooking,

In flour-white handprints on the table,

In piles of pots and plastic bonbon ribbons.

Divine is the smell of melting caramel as we sing carols.

A is for Advent


A chocolate calendar perched on the wall-

A tiny tree against the wall-

A breeze of nutmeg from the kitchen-

A countdown counter on the phone.


A’ would be more enthusiastic…

A student, though, is always stressed.

A bundle of papers still to finish,

But after that, it’s time to rest.

Week 12 commandments

  1. Thou shalt not keep overdue book loans.
  2. Thou shalt share thy chocolate and thy alcohol with thy fellow students.
  3. Thou shalt not hog a computer desk if thou hast a laptop.
  4. Thou shalt not flaunt thy essay-free status on Facebook.
  5. Thou shalt refrain from bribing thy tutor with food.
  6. Thou shalt not hold house parties while thy flatmate is studying.
  7. Respect the third-years for they have trodden the wilderness thou hast yet to cross.
  8. Thou shalt type an honest word count.
  9. Thou shalt not bemoan thy fate. Everyone is facing the same plight.
  10. Thou shalt reference thy quotes.
  11. Thou shalt honour the university coffee-shops for their fare is thy sustenance.
  12. Thou shalt limit thy procrastination for thy actually need a good grade.

In the name of the HUB, and the MLA, and the Holly Rubric, amen.

Pages flying everywhere…


Last day in London and I am tireeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed! And if I were a more reasonable person that would have meant finding somewhere cosy and spending most of the day there. Did I do that? No! Bookshops to see, museum exhibitions to gawk at and, busted ankle or no busted ankle, the day was fine and I’d take advantage of that. Which is why this post will be fairly short. At this point I am too tired to even put some shoes on and walk to the corner takeaway from some dinner. Nope, it’ll be a bubblebath and early night for me, thank you very much!

My day was fairly uneventful at any case. I had breakfast at this fancy place downtown, called Kahve Dunyasi. As someone who takes her chocolate seriously I can give them my seal of approval and a double thumbs up. Plus they serve hot drinks with chocolate spoons. Chocolate spoons! How cool is that?

Not my best photo, I admit.

Not my best photo, I admit.

From then it was round two of my bookshop spree and I discovered this tiny, tucked away place, Cecil Court. Less than 50 metres long but every other shop sold books. Glee! Joy! Money spent! I regret nothing! Haha!

Cecil Court and its many bookshops.

Cecil Court and its many bookshops.

From there it was back to the tube and all the way to South Kensington for a coffee break before my ankle gave away from right under me and then off to explore the Victoria & Albert Museum. No photos taken there, sorry to  disappoint. I was too busy gawking at medieval and renaissance works of art. So I’m a sucker for all things past-1789. Sue me! Unfortunately the museum was too large and interesting. I skipped some of the collections and figured it was time for lunch when I realised that I had to sit down and rest every ten minutes. -sob-

Back to Piccadilly for me then and off to Fridays because it’s been a while since I had a proper burger and I was craving it. Luckily kitchen was slow so by the time I was done eating I felt secure walking as well. I had been meaning to have a quick look around Regent Street, not for shopping, heck I half expected to be asked to pay to look at some of those shops, just for the experience. Last time I was in London and in that area I headed straight for the H&M but this time I took my time. (And limited myself to buying only one bath bomb from Lush.) Made it all the way to Oxford Circus and then it was back to the hotel and a well-needed rest.

And on a side note addressed to the guy that tried to chat me up outside the Trocaddero today: Asking for my phone number and offering to give me a ride to the airport (not my fault he assumed I was flying home when I mentioned leaving tomorrow), while STILL not having given me your name is not going to win you points buddy! In fact it will firmly place you in the creepy-category and it will definitely NOT break my heart to tell you I’m busy tonight. Jeez! Why is it always the random guys on the street that do this and not a nice guy at my uni that I would actually been willing to date?

uuuuum...why? Just why?

uuuuum…why? Just why?

Oh, hello there! Isn't he cute?

Oh, hello there! Isn’t he cute?

Spring Trip 2014 – Day 3 – English version


Breakfast with the Mayans

Recently I read Chocolat by Joanne Harris and her description of a chocolaterie resembled a dream. A dream that, to my immense happiness, came true in York in the form of the York Cocoa House. Everything served there has cocoa included in some way, and their variety of hot chocolates is enough to make anyone drool –excuse me while I wipe my keyboard- I sincerely recommend their Spanish hot chocolate. It’s bitter and thick and just missing a dash of chilli to make you think you’re in Mexico and hanging out with Montezuma.

















Lists and priorities

The main reason behind this trip was to check out the universities I’m considering applying on for my Master’s degree. When one makes such a list, one ought to consider things like the quality and reputation of a university, what is offered on campus, how safe the city is, the fees and so on and so forth, Practical stuff that ought to take the lead.

These are NOT the only criteria for a successful choice. A city might be safe but five minutes breathing its air and you’re ready to go. A university could have amazing professors but horrible amenities on campus. It might sound silly, but think about it! You would spend a lot more than a couple of days at this place; you need to be certain it works.

Which is why I spent my day just walking around the city. The weather could not make up its mind, one moment it was drizzling, the next it was sunny. I really like York although it’s certainly bigger than Norwich. It has that mix of old and new, fantasy and reality, city and countryside… I can’t describe it. But I have always gone with my gut instinct, and if it’s telling me I’ve struck gold here… well I’m not about to argue the point!

King’s Manor

My stroll was not completely without purpose. I did visit the King’s Manor, where the university’s Medieval Department is housed (along with a few others). Needless to say, I believe, how incredibly awesome it would be to study medieval literature in an equally old building.

The diamond on my crown

A couple of weeks ago I was talking with a friend about good ol’Shakespeare and how much I would like to get my hands on one of the original editions of the First Folio (or the foul papers, I’m not picky). Imagine my happiness when I came nose to glass case with one such copy at the Yorkshire museum. I couldn’t touch it of course, but even to see it… I dare say that would have made this whole trip worth it even if nothing else here had stricken my fancy.

Spring Trip 2014 – Day 3


Πρωινό με τους Μάγια

Πρόσφατα διάβασα το Chocolat της Joanne Harris και η περιγραφή της σοκολατερί θύμιζε όνειρο. Προς μεγάλη μου χαρά ανακάλυψα ότι το York έχει κάτι παρόμοιο, το York Cocoa House. Καθετί που σερβίρουν περιλαμβάνει κακάο σε κάποια μορφή, και η ποικιλία σε ζεστές σοκολάτες είναι αρκετή για να κάνει οποιονδήποτε να τρελαθεί από την λιγούρα. Συστήνω ανεπιφύλακτα την Ισπανική τους ζεστή σοκολάτα. Πικρή και πηκτή, της λείπει μόνο το τσίλι και θα νόμιζες ότι είσαι στο Μεξικό παρέα με τον Μοντεζούμα.

















Λίστες και προτεραιότητες

Ο κύριος λόγος για αυτό το ταξίδι ήταν να τσεκάρω τα πανεπιστήμια στα οποία σκέφτομαι να κάνω αίτηση για το μεταπτυχιακό μου. Όταν φτιάχνει κανείς μια τέτοια λίστα, πρέπει να λάβει υπόψη του πράγματα όπως την ποιότητα και φήμη της σχολής, τις παροχές του πανεπιστημίου, την ασφάλεια της πόλης, τα δίδακτρα… Πρακτικά πράγματα τα οποία οφείλουν να πάρουν προτεραιότητα.

Αυτά όμως δεν είναι τα μόνα κριτήρια για μια επιτυχημένη επιλογή. Μια πόλη μπορεί να έχει καλή φήμη αλλά πέντε λεπτά αναπνέοντας τον αέρα της και δεν βλέπεις την ώρα να φύγεις. Ή το πανεπιστήμιο μπορεί να έχει εξαιρετικούς καθηγητές αλλά φρικτό campus. Ίσως να ακούγεται ανώριμο, αλλά αν πρόκειται να μείνεις κάπου για περισσότερο από δυο-τρεις μέρες πρέπει να είσαι απόλυτα σίγουρη.

Με αυτό το σκεπτικό πέρασα την ημέρα μου απλά τριγυρίζοντας εδώ κι εκεί. Ο καιρός δεν μπορούσε να αποφασίσει τι ήθελε: μια έβρεχε, μια είχε ήλιο. Το York μου αρέσει αν και είναι μεγαλύτερο από το Norwich. Το μίγμα παλιού και νέου, φαντασίας και πραγματικότητας, πόλης και εξοχής… Δεν μπορεί να περιγραφεί. Πάντα εμπιστευόμουνα το ένστικτο μου, και αν το ένστικτο μου μου λέει ότι το York είναι η χρυσή επιλογή… ε, δεν θα διαφωνήσω κιόλας!

Kings Manor

Η βόλτα μου δεν ήταν εντελώς χωρίς νόημα. Επισκέφτηκα το King’s Manor, όπου το Μεσαιωνικό τμήμα το πανεπιστημίου (και μερικά άλλα) στεγάζεται. Περιττό, φαντάζομαι, να περιγράψω πόσο απίθανο θα είναι μελετήσω μεσαιωνική λογοτεχνία σε ένα εξίσου παλιό κτίριο.

Το διαμάντι στο στέμμα μου

Πριν κανά δυο βδομάδες συζητούσα με μια φίλη για Shakespeare και πόσο θα ήθελα να μελετήσω μια πρώτη έκδοση των έργων του. Φανταστείτε λοιπόν την χαρά μου όταν βρέθηκα μύτη με προθήκη με μια πρώτη έκδοση του Folio. Δεν μπορούσα να το αγγίξω βέβαια, αλλά και μόνο που το είδα… Τολμώ να πω ότι και τίποτα άλλο να μην μου είχε αρέσει εδώ, αυτό και μόνο θα έκανε το ταξίδι να αξίζει.