The Misty Mountains

Yeah, that's where I live now. It's pretty misty outside, which probably means it's cold and moist outside... ... Do not want :( There's 50 kilos of mail waiting to be delivered. Normally I'd be done with one round but we have to deliver these stoopid Postcode Loterij agenda's which weigh a TON. Waaaah, waaaah, whine, whine. There, I'm done.

I could whine a whole lot more about, surprise, school but I'm not even going to bother with those people anymore. I've done my share, deal with it.

Yesterday kind of taught me the lesson that barely five hours of sleep per night isn't exactly healthy. I already had trouble keeping my eyes open during certain lessons (and not even just because it's so extremely boring) and in the public traffic, but when I nearly fell asleep while CYCLING... Yeah. Guess I'm going to have to go to bed even earlier :( When I came home I decided to take a one hour nap because there was still LOADS of things to do, but I didn't set my alarm properly (5 pm and 15:00 aren't exactly the same) so I didn't wake up in time for dinner, lol. And mum let me sleep, which was pretty sweet.

Ahhhh, it's getting so nice and comfortably warm in here... I love you, central heating!

And yesterday was International Coming Out Day, no matter what Wikipedia says. I forgot to hang the anti gay bashing posting on the window, but I think it's pretty clear for the neighborhood that we're against that, lol. It makes me happy to know there's a day to show everyone there ARE people who support the LGBT community, though that should actually be done every day. Paul de Leeuw's show was pretty funny yesterday as well, heh. Yeah, go us.

Another rather positive blog, let's keep that up.

Go blood! (Happy blog, very rare)

Guess what, it's Friday afternoon again and I'm having a 3 hour break (seriously) before my last two dreadfully boring hours of class will start. It's pretty much like this every week and it's getting a bit annoying, but at least I'm not as lame as my classmates of which the majority just went home. Even though the difference between being home at 1 and being home at 6 is great, I prefer just going to class and picking up the knowledge.



Ha! My last presentation was awful, but this time it was GREAT! We had to tell something about a company or organisation and I chose to talk about Sanquin, the bloodbank. I can talk about that for hours in the first place, but apparently I'm very good at convincing people of things. (Maybe I should start a cult? That could be interesting.) My PowerPoint presentation looked great according to the teacher/classmates which was probably because I used Sanquin's "huisstijl". This was the first time I ever made a proper PowerPoint, actually. Maybe a hidden talent has been uncovered? But what made me happiest is that after the presentation two people came to me and told me they were now seriously considering to sign up as blood donors. This makes me a happy Kees!



You know what also makes me a happy Kees?



1) It's Friday!

2) That means: WEEKEND!

3) And fries for dinner <3

4) Sleeping in, ahh...

It's all great fun today, with the exception of waking up at 5 AM and the woman next to me in the train barfing all over. (No, she did it in a bag, but still, the smell, omg). I offered her a peppermint because I'm so awesome and I remember how awful barf tastes. And I had a few laughs with the classmates sitting next to me in class, huzzah! If only I could go home now and I wouldn't have to do Exercase tonight, waah!

And tonight Moonlight's on, which I really like. Mick and Beth are both such nice characters and it doesn't often happen that I like the main character of a series, let alone two of them.

Now that's a good question

Gosh, I'm sitting here and wondering why I'm such a emotional wreckage. It started out as a rhetorical question, but then I came up with a few possible answers.

A) Because I'm a woman
B) Because I've got my period
C) Because I fail

But then I started thinking about those answers and I realized something vital was missing:

D) All of the above.

And it's so stupid, you know. I'd be feeling a lot better if I cared less about what complete strangers think of me. Why should I be bothered about my classmates not liking my style of music, or why should I be insulted when they add everyone on Hyves except me? When did I start caring about Hyves and my number of friends in the first place? Man, have I become shallow. Luckily the sane part of me, it seems to take a holiday once every month, keeps reminding me of the fact that I have plenty of friends, and the best I can wish for, and I really SHOULDN'T care about all those little selfish twatwaffles. 

Oh hey, there's good news too. I thought I was gaining wait after this disastrously sinful month, but I actually lost a kilo! Wow!

Why am I always complaining? Can't I ever write a happy blog? Yeah. Maybe. One day. In the future. I'll let you know.

Cry me a river

Boohoo, more project group trouble. They're all very nice people and I really like this company idea we have (though I have absolutely no idea what a beauty parlor has to do with the tourism branch), but some people really need to calm down a little. Seriously, woman, we can't help you start on this stuff with such haste that you want to finish it next week. We also can't help the fact that you've decided to assign so many tasks to yourself that it almost looks like the rest of us are doing nothing at all. And really, I don't think you have the right to get THIS angry at me for not finishing the financial plan when you haven't even bothered to send me the e-mail with the information. If you're being so responsible and great, you should have been sure I actually received the e-mail so I could get to work. But wait, you can't, can you? Because you haven't even BOTHERED to ASK for my e-mail address. And if you don't say anything, how am I supposed to know I was supposed to receive an e-mail? Right. I'm going to get started on the financial plan today, like the official school planner says, and you're going to receive it when it's DONE. And I personally think you'll probably agree with me that it's better to wait a day or two longer for it than for me to finish this with haste, making the quality go backwards.

So much frustration on school, blegh. It almost makes you wonder if it's even worth it. But then when I sit in Law class and it's all interesting and useful to know, it makes me happy again. Talking about Law class, we suddenly had a pop quiz. That was a bit of a nasty surprise, since I've only attended one working class and two lectures. Not by personal choice, mind you, the first time I was ill (surprise, two infections) and the second time the train didn't show up. But nevertheless, the test was relatively easy and I'm curious about the results.

Haha, one of the questions was funny. It asked what type of law was involved in the case: Henk votes for the VVD. I encircled the right answer (I hope), but wrote something next to it:

"Henk is a loser, thanks Henk! >:C"

I'm so funny.

I couldn't have bought my new boots at a better time of the year. Oh my gosh, it's so insanely cold! When I got downstairs this morning it was only 16 degrees in the living room. When it's 16 degrees outside, you put on a COAT. So, whether there was going to be whining and nagging or not, I turned on the central heating. Brrr! And it's not one bit better outside. Ah, the positive side of it is that it wakes me up a bit when switching trains in Deventer.

Ahh, tomorrow. There is going to be a long, long, long train trip... Why isn't Maastricht a bit closer? But it's probably going to be worth it, sleepovers with the Kezen is always a lot of fun, and they're probably even better in a really pretty city. I could really use the social interactions! 

I have to go to the dietitian again on Wednesday and I'm not really sure she and I will be satisfied with what we'll see. It's been a really horrible month. First there was my sister's birthday so you eat everything that's forbidden, and then when you've eaten bad stuff you're like "Pff, what does it matter, I might as well continue with it", and then I got pretty sick for 1,5 week... Bluh. But at least I'm doing well again, and I think the dietitian will probably understand that everyone sometimes has a bad month. Right........?!

Salt in the wound

Luckily my ear is feeling better, and even luckier for me it popped this morning, so now I can hear with two ears again. VICTORY! I must say, you quickly forget how insanely loud the world is when you can hear at full capacity again. You know when the world is especially loud? When you're in a train packed so full it has to leave a couple of people behind on the station. But because I'm awesome, I wasn't one of them, AHAH!

But then there was a rather sour moment in this day. We had to do a presentation. That's not bad, you say? Well actually, it's proven by research that people fear presenting more than they fear death. I'm not one of those people (in exchange, I am terrified of death), but I AM one of those people that likes throwing around random facts at completely random moments. Anyway. The presentation felt alright to me, even if my presenting partner was shy as hell, made a hideous PowerPoint presentation and could hardly utter a word. And then it was time for feedback. Conclusion:


They think I'm too much of a teacher.

What? Everyone, including the teacher thinks this, and yet they think differently at teacher school. Well actually, the teachers at teacher school thought I was a good teacher as well, except for my TP coaches. And then one of my classmates came with the comment that he thought that I can explain thinks very well, that I am nice to listen to, but I am much too insecure. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what they call rubbing salt in the wound. That is what they call kicking someone in the already hurt shins. He didn't know, of course, but it hurt so much that class quickly turned emotional and thus very emberassing. Without knowing he gave me the precise words the TP coaches gave me before they decided I was a lousy teacher and should leave the teaching branche altogether. The teacher did give me some very comforting words; she said that switching from teacher school to Communcation, where one deals with adults and not with rioting teenagers, may have been a very good choice to make excellent use of my presenting talent. But for heaven's sake, that doesn't mean I don't miss teacher school and that I don't still want to be a teacher, and that I'm reminded of my shattered dream every day because I still attend the same school. And then this bastard sitting next to me in the media centre has the history teacher education books I used to use and... Blurgh.

On a happier note, it's almost weekend and I've discovered something dangerously delicious at the Albert Heijn To Go; ricewiches. Normally they're expensive as hell, but since they were 1,50 this time I figured I'd try them and ooohh. I wish I hadn't, because this is going to hurt both my wallet and diet.

It's two slices of onigiri-like sushi things, and then there's stuff in the middle (I had chicken). So, just a sandwich, but in stead of bread they use sushi rice. And omnomnom, it's so incredibly de-li-cious. Maybe I can make it at home. I've made sushi before!

And now I'm sitting here, waiting, because class doesn't start until 1:30 and I'm boohohoooored. And the situation is like this every Friday. Do not want. I would be so happy if they could just move the last two hours :( But that's probably never going to happen.

My blog definitely needs a new design; but how? A noob, I am it.

EDIT: OH MY GOSH *heart* Why didn't I know they had this template earlier? This is SO me. Though maybe a little dark. But definitely better than the awful pink.

LASS MICH! >:C

By request, another blog from me.

I only want to make one comment regarding my last blog: TP coaches can be deceiving. And that's not funny.

Angry Germans on my TV, shrieking the entire time. If anything is a good thing to wake up at 5 in the morning, it's that. Usually when I get up that early, my dad is up as well, and I don't know how he can STAND it but he always watched the German TV. Now there's this show on about a blond slutty girl who walks around in the shortest shorts ever and all she does is SHRIEK. Shriek at her boyfriend, shriek at her dad, shriek at her mother, shriek at her photographer. And really, my German isn't bad, but this show is so stoopid that I can't made head nor tails of it. What on earth is this about? Yeah. My morning wake up call.

Oh god, now they're playing Singstar. Someone shoot the TV.

Hurrdurr, I've been drawing and colouring my moodboard for SLB by hand all evening, but then suddenly a classmate calls me to inform me that SLB is cancelled for tomorrow :G! All that work for nothiiiiiiing~! But then again, now I only have to go to school 'till 11 AM or something so I'll be home early to start with the mail, lala.

I still can't hear a thing with my left ear and there's this really annoying beep in it. Don't you love ear infections? You know what's even greater about infections? You get antibiotics. You know what antibiotics do? They make your pee smell like it came right from hell, oh god. TMI? Don't care, it's 5 AM, I can say whatever the phuck I want *snobby face*

At least, despite my ear infection, I can now listen to music again! I couldn't take my MP3 player on the train yesterday, yeah well basically I could, but I had no earphones. Somehow they ended up on the floor, when mother was vacuum cleaning the floor... And... ... Do I really still need to describe what happened?

Anyhow, have to get dressed like lightning speed now, because suddenly 5 AM is 5:39 AM D: Oh snap.

Well, wans't this huuuuugely interesting? Haha.

GOODBYE.

I'm doing homework! Really!

OHMYGODTHESUNISSHININGANDITFEELSLIKESPRINGOMGITMAKESMESOHAPPY!



This is what the first gorgeous rays of sun are doing to me. And I haven't even been outside yet today, hawhawhaw. I was yesterday, I went to the ever so spectacular market with my mummy-dear and when we got home my poor bunny was staring at me with his poor... ... bunny-eyes? He has long hair which needs to be combed daily, but it hardly happens once a year. I've got a semi-good excuse though. If I go near the animal I get horrible spastical sneezing attacks and moments later I can't breathe anymore. Oh and rashes too. But yesterday I decided it was enough! I got the poor animal out of his cage and cut his hair and cut his nails and let it walk outside in the garden. It helped me rake the garden by digging holes and it was really cute 'n all. Dawww, bunny :heart:

That's not my foot, but that is my bunny!

My sister and a friend of hers and I went to the circus yesterday. It was really cool! They had tigers and elephants and doggies and all sorts of stuff and A GIRAFFE. Which was so cute cute cute cute cute. What was a lot less cute was that I was sitting on the edge, at the front... And then the clowns came... And oh god. I don't want to remember it.

And I'd better not get the Red Week of Joy tomorrow because then I can't go swimming. Swimming, you say? Why yes. If I can I'm swimming twice a week now! It's horribly expensive but it's exercise I can live with. It trains all my muscles and it also helps me get rid of my aquaphobia. If I really want to lose weight I have to cut on every cookie I want to eat though. Meh. And take walks on the days I don't go swimming... Blegh, I absolutely don't feel like walking but it's going to be less horrible if the weather stays beautiful like this. One day I'll be my sexy self again.

This blog wouldn't be a blog of mine if there wasn't at least one thing I ranted about. And what's every student's favourite subject to rant about? Yes! School! That idiotic dean is just NOT mailing me back! It wasn't an important question or anything... It only involved me being able to get my P or not... Solely depending on his reply... Seriously, how hard is it to click the fucking reply button and push a few buttons? If he doesn't feel like replying he can at least send me the name of someone who DOES! My incredibly amazing school once again decided to plan an exam at 6:30 in evening. Which will last until 8:30. Which mean I can either not get home at all or I'll be home at like, 12:30. Which is RIDICULOUS! Now I have to make that exam next period, meaning I've had to skip this exam for TWO PERIODS simply because it's planned at such a stupid time. Feh. They're not rid of me yet.

And more school ranting; I still have a lot of Onderwijskunde to do *sob* I really hate that subject. It's all very interesting, but those subjects. FFFFF! And my historisch werkstuk needs to die. DIE!

On a happier school-related note; I ABSOLUTELY LAV MY NEW TP SCHOOL :heart:

And now I'm hungry and I'm going to eat a matzes.

PS: I wasn't really doing homework, you know. Everytime I attempt to do my homework I end up writing a blog :B