oh hey blog, i didn't see you there!

golly its been a while. real sorry. sometimes i get caught up in the fact that i have a life and don't just stay home all day wallowing in my own sorrow anymore, and thus am kinda tired when i do get online.
instead of blogging during my long hours spent on the webbernet, i have been spending my time much, much more effectively.

by looking up recipes for baked goods, obviously.
when i got home today, i had the insatiable urge to bake. understandable, since this week i have probably spent a compiled 20 hours recipe hunting. seriously, it's gotten to the point where i daydream about cookies. i have a problem.
i told you about my cupcakes, i did not tell you about my cinnabonrock cookies, but i think i will skip those and go right to the cookies i whipped up today, which i have effectionately named "dusty peanut butter koffiekoekjes".
since we have sort of an odd assortment of ingridients on hand, i had to start out with a normal cookie recipe including just self-rising flour [because we have every kind of flour except just flour. who would need that?], golden syrup [is this something that most people keep handy in a stock-piled fashion like my family does? i didn't even know it existed], and sugar. then i added peanut butter and chocolate chips, because hey! the more the merrier.
the first batch i baked for several minutes too long cos i was like THEY DONT LOOK DONE. but they so were. so that batch was slightly, err, shall we say charred? my parents think the burned batch came out "lekker" though, they only taste a little bit smoky in my opinion. pleasently barbequed, even.
but i learned from my mistake and the second batch came out wonderfully. or, as wonderfully as "gee i guess ill just put this stuff together and bake it im sure it will work out" cookies can.
anyway, my thriving life as a master baker aside, i've had a pretty rockin interim between this blog post and the last one.
last saturday was my metal treffen met jelle! it had to be good, it was called a "treffen".
anyway, we took the bus to the club where the show was, and it was BUTT-ASS FREEZING out. we waited outside a little bit whilst my fingers and toes verged on shattering, but then we finally went in.
the atmosphere started out a bit slow, but once everybody got a few drinks in them [and it got past 7 pm], all was aglow with long haired middle-aged men in baggy pants and black t-shirts from other metal shows. whiiich, is apparently the dress code for metal shows that i just didn't hear about in time. either way, it was glorious.
we spent the night dancing, drinking, and generally chillin out. we saw a pagan metal band. also, a man with a 2 foot long braided beard. this, my friends, was a night for the record books.

because we're real winners.

by the end, i felt quite lovely. also INCREDIBLY hungry, so i had to run out to the snack bar and buy a delicious hamburger covered with weird customary dutch topping to snarf down before i fainted. another one of those "delicious because i am about to die" moments. also a "delicious because heated up" moment. and no, i didn't look pathetic at all bundled up, shivering, rosy-cheekenly drunk and slightly googly-eyed, stuffing a giant hamburger into my face. i swear.
we took the bus back to winterswijk with one of the bands who played, who decided that they wanted to be our BFF, probably because they were very shmammered and i am a beacon of light to those under the influence. do you want to know about his son yip? because i can tell you alllll about him. :D
once we got to winterswijk we went to this super gezellig bar and met up with artur and luke till 4 c:

~*BAR BROZ 4 LYFE*~

then we went back to jelle's house and i got to creep and sleep in his sisters room. anyone who has experienced it knows how odd it is to sleep in someone's bed when they are not there. it just feels so wrong.
so that was my brilliant weekend.

otherwise my week has been fairly average. got my "pony" trimmed [entirely in terribly dutch, i might add], devoured some books, and looked frantically for halloween costumes.
as a sidenote, i miss halloween. i would like to sincerely fuck everyone who is going to go out on halloween and bring back a giant pillowcase with enough twix bars, tootsie rolls, skittles, and reese's cups to last until december.

fun fact! 99% of this candy does not exist in nederland.

 i'll just be here chillin' with my drop and disgusting pastel colored marshmallow bits. sobbing. oh, what i would give, even for the shitty candy that nobody likes~ seriously, send me all your malted milk balls and good 'n plenty.
though, to fill the void in my heart where good ol' butt-o-ween will be, me and my dutch friends and jacque are throwing a halloween party. so that will be fun. for that purpose, and since being without a costume on halloween would be super balls, i've been browsing around for a costume recently.
let me tell you about halloween costumes here. there are costume shops everywhere. i'm assuming for carnival in the spring, but really i don't even know how that would explain the exorbitant amount of them.
and they aren't just like iparty or something. we're talking basically warehouses full of every costume you could ever want. in every color you could ever want. you want to be a hot pink native american? a-okay! a bright orange flight attendant? GOT YOUR BACK.
i was tempted to be an eskimo for the two reasons that A. if i'm going to dress up as something blatantly racist, it might as well be here. and B. holland will probably freeze over by october 31st.
or possibly i could be a zombie! or a sailor! or a nurse! or a bunny!
my world was full of hopeful possibility.
but, of course, there is a catch. the smallest size adult costume they make is a 34. which is too big for me. even worse, usually the smallest size they actually carry is a 36 or a 38. which REALLY is too big for me.
so i spend my time browsing through the children's section like a giant creep, because that is where the costumes that fit me reside. and not like the "junior's" section, i mean the "i am 5 and my mother is dressing me up as a princess" costumes. also, not even the biggest ones. the second biggest.
obviously, i didn't find anything because all the children's costumes make me look like a womanbaby, which is not exactly the look i'm going for. i found a really great hot pink nurse costume for 3-5 year olds though, which i am considering purchasing and demolishing so that it fits me appropriately. because hey, its fairly cheap and comes with a stethoscope. score!
though less than great for costume shopping, i have found one uplifting plus about being abnormally small here, as i'm sure some other non-netherlanders have. i was shopping with my school friends yesterday in h&m and we saw this awesome boy's children's sweater with a skull face on it. they were all like "mehh i want it! but it probably won't fit". i, being an optimist, was more like "DAMN SKIPPY IT'S GONNA FIT," and preceded to take the biggest size to the fitting room. since i'm a 7 year old boy, it fit like a dream and i bought it. :D and it was way cheaper than it woulda been for an adult-sized garment.
so you know, all is not depression in my own personal world of midgetry. and honestly, i'm not even that small. there's plenty of justin bieberlings who are shorter than me.

that's everything i can think of now. maybe i'll whip out a part 2 tomorrow, i dunno. i'm kinda sleepy.
oh! vacation is happening noww C: tomorrow i head off to berlijn for a few days, then jacque comes to stay with me and we party and hang out. then on next tuesday i think hangin with jelle. it will be good!
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