Derp

Time for a new blog! Not that my life is so terribly interesting that I actually have to keep up with it, but I personally quite like blogging. When I was young I always kept a diary, I still have the whole pile of it. A while ago I was reading back into them and seriously, I was such an angsty, whiny kid, LOL! Glad to know nothing has changed.

Every day I take the same long, boring route to school. Having to take the intercity makes the trip slightly less dreadful because those are so much more comfortable and having to get out in Deventer in the freezing cold prevents me from falling asleep. Last week, however, I decided to take a whole new detour. Via Germany.... Sometimes I amaze myself with my intelligence, really. Only a genius like me could have pulled off something like this. I had to switch trains in Hengelo and take the international train from Germany to Almelo and Deventer. I feared I was going to miss the connection because we had a slight delay so I was glad to see the train was still there. So I took a ninja-dash across the platform, Superwoman-jumped into the train and performed a victory dance before I took a (not so) comfortable seat. But just as the doors were sliding to shut, I felt my doom crash upon me....

This was the fucking train TO Germany, not FROM. Insert facepalm here. I had no idea WHERE in Germany we were going and how long it was going to take. All I knew was that it was in GODDAMN GERMANY and I had no money on me. Bawww! So I went to pout and sob at the security guys in my very best German and all they did was laugh. Apparantly it happens quite often and all I had to do was wait for an hour and a half (!!!!!!!!) in the freezing cold for the train back to Hollanda. Eventually I was even in time for school!

And the shit with my school is -finally- arranged. I'm going to switch to History in September and then do an English minor. That way I can take my time to get my propedeuse and re-do my teaching practise.

And really. If you're trying to give of subtle hints, I'm not getting them. I've really lost track of what you're trying to say. Stop confusing me.

Last but not least, my sister and I had a snowball fight! I tried to add a photo, but Blogger is being a betch.

It's still December, so...

I still have a valid reason to whine and be emotional. Because everyone has a winter depression, right?

I can't stand the fact that now I'm really giving school my all, some administrative bitchery is going to ruin this or me. I should be glad though, at least the dean finally managed to send me back an e-mail, though the news he brought wasn't exactly something to do a happy-dance over. I have to unenroll from English and sign up for parttime History. But guys, I don't want to do parttime History! I'm a fulltime student, I just have to sign up for this bullcrap because you can't get your papers straight! How can you simply cancel a whole education? What about those tons of students who want to change majors because of the minor they've chosen? You're forcing them to stay at an education they don't want to do! All I want is to change my subject. In stead of following English I'll be joining History. Is that so hard to comprehend? Apparantly. Argh! Bureaucracy! I'll have to arrange shit with the examboard myself if I want to get anything done because the dean doesn't know shit either.

On a happier note, I really enjoyed playing 'secret Sinterklaas'. Because we're all adults, we no longer place our shoes to receive presents, but that's such a shame! Coming downstairs and finding a little present in your shoe is fun for people of all ages. So I secretely bought chocolate letters for my mother, sister and myself (There wasn't even a letter 'w'! So I bought the 'e' of Elmida) and those little mints for my dad and giftwrapped them. When everyone was in bed I got their shoes and placed them at the front door with the present inside, hehehe! Everyone seemed pleasantly surprised. We spent Sinterklaasavond with Ik Houd Van Holland, which was absolutely hilarious and after that we've been playing Cluedo until past midnight. Ack, I love that game!

Whoop, let's end this blog with that positive moment. *Thumbs up*

I shant bow down to you

Now my old quarrels finally are settled and new friendships made, new ones have sprouted from those ashes. This time they were nowhere nearly my fault, but simply because someone's ego has blown up so much that is is about to burst from the seams. So, you think you are above the class? You think your social virginity is more holy than our vulgair behaviour? No. You are not holy, nor virgin, nor much more intelligent than we are. Oh yes, you might have passed one or two more tests than we did and perhaps with slightly higher grades. But how do you enjoy these new developments, of belong along with us in the flock of people who failed this one test? And how dare you flame at your own friends for it? It's not their fault, arse. And leave -my- friends alone too, or I I will give you a horrorshow mighty tolchock on your merzky litso.

In the meanwhile I am sitting sick at home. Yesterday I was complaining about how I didn't want to go, but yeah... Sometimes you get what you wish for, though those things aren't often pleasant. On the way home my bowels suddenly started some riots with all explosive and violent effects to deal with. Oh and the non-existant lord grant me mercy, I was still two hours away from home, leaving me no choice but to make use of the train's doubleyou cee. I am convinced that I now not only have explosive bowels, but also some alien disease.

And with this rant finished, I shall close off with one final random statement: WE'RE HAVING SAUERKRAUT FOR DINNER, FUCK YEAH <3

What sits there all in an English breakfast?

Jesus H. Christ on a cracker, if I ever meet someone in real life with English grammar like that... Murder WILL commence. My own English hasn't been the best of late due to an extreme cause of lazyness and lack of give-a-damn, but come ON. Don't you listen to the television? Don't you listen to the lyrics of songs? Don't you read English everywhere in the world these days? Have you ever heard a ridiculous sentence like that in a sane piece of text? No. NO!

And now, the Middle Ages. Every new class we have to bring forward important events and persons from that era, like Alexander the Great for the Romans, Machiavelli for the Renaissance, William the Silent for Dutch history, etc etc. But... But when they asked us about the Middle Ages... *Insert sound of chirping crickets here*. Seriously nothing happens in the Middle Ages except for like... monks and monestries. How INTERESTING for a non-believer.

KRAWWWWLING IN MAI SKINZZZZ, THEM WUNDS DEY WILL NOT HEALLLLL. Which is an indication that my November angsty emoness is still raging. Oh, I wish it was December yet. Then it will be December angsty emoness, it's very closely modelled on the November angsty emoness but... Not quite the same. At least December has Sinterklaas and Christmas, the latter being less whooptiedoo for emotional lurnerlynezz. Yeah, my family will be visiting and we will be having the most delicious 'stamppot' dinner, but... Muh! It's not as if I'm particularly fond of my family, especially two of them with whom I'll most definitely be having a fight again because they are so confinced they are superior to me. BUT NOBODY IS SUPERIOR TO ME, FOOLS, HAAAAHAAAAHAAA-*chokes on cough* I want to cuddle on the couch and watch sappy movies and berlejrkehjt. I'll be single forever. FOREVER! Unless I lose weight. But... December = Sinterklaas = chocolate = fat. December = too cold to go outside = no exercise = MOAR FAT. And losing weight = exercise = either boring or = expensive. Bah. I'm doomed, I tell you, DOOMED. 

And my new timetable sucks. What do you mean, class on Mondays?! What do you mean, class on Thursdays?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN CLASS FROM HALF 3 TO HALF 4?!

This blog. It contains too much capslock.

Lelelelelele

I scored an 8 for Dutch History! Yaaaaaay~! *Runs around flailing arms* That is, if I hand in my portfolio this week. Portfolios! BAH! And now I'm sitting here waiting until I have my meeting with the dean, which is in 25 minutes. And suddenly I find myself being very 'melig', which is a bit sad because I'm here in the Media Centre on my own. Well, not really on my own but on my own as in there is nobody here I know. Or maybe I do know but... Oh well!

I had my dorko moment this morning quite early already. Actually it started yesterday evening. Today's exam/convo was at 11:30 so I typed that in on the public traffic site. Or did I...? Because suddenly I found myself at the train station at a quarter to eleven and I suddenly wondered since when it took the train half an hour to get to Zwolle. I TOOK. A TRAIN. TOO. GODDAMN LATE! Well not a real biggie because I just joined in on another group but I -did- miss the conversation with the teacher about the exam. Which was mainly because they had gone ahead of me and went into another classroom so I couldn't find them -_- Thanks very much for waiting. Oh well, in the end there was nothing I could have changed anyway. Teacher's will is law, remember that kids. And I guess that no matter what that teacher had said I would have just blushes and nodded in agreement. DAMMIT! It's not fair to disarm with looks.

So, I'm eating Samson&Gert cookies in a university's Media Centre... And of course I suddenly find myself having an immense BURST of novel-writing-inspiration and I have nothing to write it down ooooon!

Next month I'm going to start going to the gym. Yeah. The Gym, with capitals. It's the liar of my arch enemies. Skinny Barbie dolls will be observing me as I hobble along on the treadmill and hometrainers. But fuck, it's for a good cause. I'm sick of having to drag my weight around with me, or not being able to wear whatever the feck I want. SOON, WORLD, SOON! YOU SHALL OBEY MY BEAUTY AND ALL SHALL FAAALLLL MUWHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH*cough*

The guy next to me thinks he can type faster than I can. We haven't officially started a contest but I can see him sneakily glancing at my keyboard all the time, as if he's wondering whether I'm actually really writing something. Or perhaps he's wondering whether I'm human or not, because I'm so awesome. AWESOME. You know why? Because I scored an 8 for Dutch history, bitches!

And now I want to go home. Huwaaaaaa.

Mission Completed, 9999 EXP Gained.

I no longer have to see the shrink, the soul pincher, or what ever nickname you like to attach to it. I am sane again! Or that is what we like humanity to think. Everyone who knows me of course knows that sanity and me are like fire and water, like cat and mouse, like... Okay, you get the point. I did have a slight panic attack last week but I was able to correct myself and tell myself that I was thinking nonsense again, which is good enough for me and apparantly for the shrink as well. The fact I've gained a lot more confidence is hard to ignore, for myself and possibly for the outside world. How long can you stand this new arrogance, huh? HUH?!

Meh, of course it's not as if I don't have anything better to do. Tomorrow is the Egypt/Mesopotamia/Greek history test and it kind of sucks how much you actually have to learn for it. The plus side is that, other than with the Roman history test which I majorly flunked, I now sort of now what to study for which makes things a lot less solid and chaotic. Hopefully this will go better.

As if tomorrow's test is the only thing I have worries about... Tomorrow is the day the 'deurwaarder' was actually going to visit and take away my stuff. I've managed to arrange proof that I didn't have to pay the bill, but I have no idea whether those dear tax-people brought that message over to the money-collectors. But then again, the tax-people wanted the money-collectors to get the money FOR them and since they are now aware of the fact they can no longer get it from me, it would be useless to still send them, right? Right...? Bah, the woes of being an adult.

Ahh, November, the time of golden leaves and chilly winds. November of early darkness and necessary umbrellas. November, the month before December and other random poetic nonsense. But most of all, November, the time of nostalgia. I know I shouldn't still think back of then, that I should forget and move on, but I am only human and I am weak. She would have laughed at that weakness, as she now laughs at most things I do, the reason I should most of all forget. But I cannot, and refuse to, forget the better times. The times of November, the times of December, the times of walking around the city in the late evenings with the end-of-the-year lights on, the period of having to be picked up from the metro station to prevent being raped/robbed/etc. Of getting chocolate letters from her mother, of travelling home in the weekend after having proudly bought Christmas presents for my parents, my sister. And the time of returning there from Christmas holiday and having to hear it's over. I that city, I miss you, I miss your brother, I miss your mother, I miss your silly dogs.

My god, I didn't know a 20-year-old could be a sentimental old fool. I really shouldn't watch so many soap operas xD

Also: OH MY LORD THE NEW WHEEL OF TIME BOOK ARRIVED AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND EGWENE KICKS SO MUCH ARSE AND SIUAN TO AND OOOHHHHHHH. I'm really glad it was Brandon Sanderson to finish the series, because I can only say I like his style of writing. Yeah, sometimes his vocabulary is a bit too 2oth-century-ish, but it absolutely does not ruin the feeling and atmosphere of the story. It reads away quickly, it's Wheel of Time to the fullest. The only thing that is a MAJOR shame and most likely result of splitting the books into three is that little is actually happening. The Black Tower is not touched and thus neither is my favourite character who in my prejudiced eyes has a -very- important position in the story... And the promised return of my second-favourite character Moiraine has been delayed to the new book as well. Sigh. And so, with more than 60% of reading to go of the current book I am already desperately waiting for the new one, to be released next year. Or so they say.

Here we go again

Here I am, sitting in the room on my own at half past midnight, eating a tangerine and crying my eyes out because my mother accidentally broke my favourite mug with Paddington Bear on it. Yeah, it's that time of the month again.

On a happier note, and to great request, a blog about my amazing Anglo Adventures! Berdien, Don and I went to visit dear Kees in England to keep her company in the big empty villa while her au pair family was on a holiday. Oh bother, such a burden to bear! How ever could we survive a long weekend in such a big house, all the way in England? I'll tell you exactly how!

The day before we went to England, Berdien and I stayed over at her boyfriend Don's place. We had planned to go to bed really early because we had to take a taxi at 6:30 the next morning, but everyone knows what you get when you put three nerds in one room. Insomnia. We spent most of the time watching silly pictures and went to bed. Next morning we had a very yummie breakfast with appelflappen and croissantjes and then took a fancy fancy white leather taxi to Schiphol. Yeaahhh! My first time on a plane! Snaaaaaakes on a plaaaaane, I seeee snaaaaaakes on a pla-... Sorry.

Schiphol is fecking awesome and humongous! We hung out there before we could board our plane, but not after we had our luggage checked. You know what's ridiculous? You can't even bring a torch. Or an axe. Or radio active isotopes. How on earth do I spend my time on the plane and in England if I don't even have my radio active isotopes with me? Tsssk! Anyway, the plane trip was awesome. It was beautiful to see all the clouds and it really looked as if you could walk on them. Except we didn't really try. It was kinda rainy outside.

We arrived in London Luton, took a bustrip to London Waterloo where we robbed a sushi stor-. eehh, I mean, where we bought our lunch in a sushi store and guess what? We stumbled upon a Kees! What a coincedence! We decided to tag along with her to Horsley after a lot of hassle of finding a litter bin, train tickets and the right platform. The train trip was looong but gezellig, except that all of us were terribly tired. We arrived in Horsley and enjoyed the beaaaauutiful autumn views and the hills and first dragged our massive suitcases on to the supermarket where we bought a month's supply of crisps which we finished in ehm... a couple of hours. Then we had to take a murderous hill into a big arse villa neighbourhood where we couldn't keep our eyes of the awesome houses. We first got a tour, then cleaned the house with our dearest friend Henry, the love of my life. Then we peeled/cut potatoes and apples and started on cooking. When the family came home they all were so very nice and the children were really really cute. Eventually we and the children were on a mission to destroy evidence of three cups of Ben & Jerry's. We devoured them in say, ten minutes. After which we were horribly nauseous. Like, really horrible.

Next day we went to Guildford, which was really really really pretty! Again many many hills which are very bad for lazy people like me, but it was totally worth it. We ate 'mini dutch pancakes' AKA poffertjes and the blasphemous woman selling them wasn't even Dutch! The stand next to her had her husband selling German sausages. I mean, what....? Oh well, British! I bought godmother soap from my new favourite store; Lush and a beaaauuttiful new jumped at the very very very typically British store called......... H&M. I couldn't resist it. And peer pressure, PEER PRESSURE! Linda forced me! And then I was finally reunited with my beloved Sourz in a very hooliganish pub that made us sing the Manchester United song from Eurotrip all day......... And suddenly the Sourz was gone. I blame Henry. We then took a trip home and we dived onto the electic/automatic/chilaxing sofa with a pile of crisps and movies and booze and snakebites and jollyness. Then we ate toad in a hole. Yummmm! Oh and before we got home we experienced a bit of our very own Blairwitch Project in the dark. Except there was no Blair. And no Witch. And no project either.

Next day Linda and I decided to let Berdien and Don have a bit of alone time and sent them off to London while we were having very serious matters at home involving crips, TV, sofa and Hannibal Lecter. The reason we weren't going along to London had nothing to do with us being broke, nothing! We spent out day analyzing cannibals and very serious behaviour, we had some very essential testing of crips, had to review a Disney movie in HD quality, got involved with very heavy chairobics after which it really was necessary for us to do some ritual pancake baking. During the ritual pancake baking we witnessed the glorious and heavenly birth of Balloon Pancake. Unfortunately it had to go back to Pancake Heaven soon before we could take a picture of it. Berdien and Don then returned and we commenced our movie analyzing and went to bed very early. Right. I almost believed that myself.

Uuuuunfortunately the next day was Monday and we had to go home again. We strolled across London, looking like zombies, doing some sightseeing involved the London Eye, Parliament, Westminster Abby and the local Tesco's. But nothing could beat the seagulls and most of all; the arcade! It had DDR! And we spent Berdien and Don's last pounds on those bloody machines that made me sweat like no tomorrow. But then again who wears a woolen turtleneck jumped while playing DDR? Moi. It kicked so much ass that I ordered my own DDR pads. Then we had a bawwwfest supreme and we went back to the airport. Our flight was delayed which was a bit meh, but in return we had a beautiful flight in the dark where we could see the thousands of lights on London. And when we arrived of Amsterdam, but Amsterdam is stupid, ugly and smelly. I then said bye bye to Berdien and Don and took a very very very long train trip home.

And here I am again, being very bored and missing my friends and having to start all over again on my homework because my slutty laptop thought it was fun to crash on me. Daaamnnn youuuu~!

Also: IN TWO DAYS IS THE RELEASE OF THE NEW WHEEL OF TIME BOOK, AAAHHHH! *runs around flailing arms* Hopefully my book will arrive on the actual day of release. And if so; my brain will be shut down until I've finished the book.

And suddenly it's 1 AM. Good night!

PS: OMG I MISS MY PADDINGTON BEAR MUGGGGG WHAAAAHHH. No seriously.