we have good times.
so, today i am here with an important announcement:
you know who's really smart? like, blindingly mind-bogglingly intelligent?
debby is. she might be the smartest person i know. i can't even handle it. she is also an artistic genius, as proved by her beautiful and artistic interpretations of justin bieber, sinterklaas, bram, and beards. you should come to hengelo and meet her! she will gladly deface BEAUTIFY your textbooks with justin biebers smiling face bowl cut.
this announcement has been paid for by the Committee for Debby Intelligence Awareness.
also, quick, non-debby related update. the snow. its slippery. i thought it wouldnt be so slippery, cos i mean COME ON, it's snow. but oh no, snow has taught me a lesson. snow, you may have won this time. but i will defeat you. me n my fiets are ready for the challenge.
...jk i hope i never have to leave the house ever again haha my fiets can fall in a ditch. <3
i am a maker of good decisions. professionally. [not really.] i have decided this because, this morning i exercised my ability to make good decisions so effectively that it just might have saved my life! or at least my extremities.
i woke up this morning, and it was not one of those "good morning sunshine, the earth says hello!" mornings. it was more of a "why am i even alive." morning. but anyway, i got outta bed and had to decide what to wear. usually, i just wear a pair of pants and a sweater, cos that's warm enough sometimes. but today, for some reason of divine enlightment in my subconscious, i thought to myself, "NOPE. today, i think i am going to wear a pair of leggings, pants, sweatpants, a long sleeve sweater, a zip-up hoodie, my german army jacket, a scarf, a hat, unox glovemittens, and my earmuffs." and my coat, of course.
i don't know what possessed me to wear approximately 5 more layers than i usually do, but it was a shining moment in my life. once i got to school, around second period, it started to snow. not like "teehee little fairy sprinkles in the skyyy~ @w@", more like "ow that snowflake just pegged me in the eye wtf".
they were giant mutant snowflakes, out for blood. and i biked home in them, with about half an eyeball of visibility, because my hair and the snowflakes combined in front of my face to form a frozen pink shield.
BUT THE THING IS, except for my face, i was completely toasty warm. do you know why? yes. because i have no shame, and proudly walk around looking like an assbutt in my bazillion puffy layers and earmuffs. i'm like an onion, each layer more socially unacceptable than the last.
laugh all you want, my fellow classmates. your shiny italy sportscoat isn't going to deter the hypothermia like my sweatpants and panda earmuffs.
i mean i really hope it's warm enough, for your sake.
besides the fact that i have to actually be outside with the snow, the snow itself is really pretty. it's getting me quite in the holiday spirit. i got home today and looked up the christmas song on youtube and totally got my jam on.
which reminds me, okay. every day i spend learning more about sinterklaas, the more utterly baffling the holiday becomes. at first it was just like "oh so it's like santa but not santa." but it is SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN THAT.
so we do presents, but we have to wrap them up in a "suprise" for the other person. like hiding them, or putting them in a paper mache model kayak, for example. this is something that i do not even begin to "snap" but i'm gonna try my hardest. other people sometimes do poems too, to give to the person with their gift. but i'm pretty sure that is beyond my skill in every sense.
also, sinterklaas himself is just a neverending fountain of WHAT. he rides around on a stoomboot with his black slave-elves, and he comes from spain but he's actually turkish, and he leaves presents in your shoes. [as i have come to understand]. thats like 1000 times more creative than a guy from the north pole with flying reindeer. good job, holland!
oh, the merriment.
at the afs party on sunday [at which i won a christmas tree and dutch porcelain ornament from blokker :D] we were just sitting around, chillin, completely unawares, when we all hear accordian. i was mildly intrigued, since y'know. accordian is not something that enters your daily life very often.
and then, into the livingroom danced 4 zwart piet and sinterklaas, fully costumed and singing spiritedly. forcefully spreading their holiday cheer and merriment to several confused exchange students drinking tea. it. was. amazing. everyone else was just kinda like whaaaaat, but for me, this was an experience i could not handle. i proceeded to go into a state of utter, nonfunctioning glee. i'm *fairly* sure i grabbed my knees and rolled into a little ball on the floor, smiling like a giant doof.
an emotion best conveyed by spongebob.
to be fair, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF SINGING SLAVE-ELVES STORMED YOUR HOUSE? because i feel like i had pretty much the right response.
anyway, that was probably the most surreal experience of my life thus-far. which says a lot, because i am here and every day is a surreal experience.
beyond that amazing experience, this weekend i also went to enschede with alex n eline to go to atak, which was awesome C: and briefly visited nijverdal. which was terrifying. only because the best way to describe nijverdal is "post-apocalyptic work camp". jacque and i had to stop there on our way to raalte because the other half of the traintracks in nijverdal have been demolished, and the main station is heavily under construction. there's just one track leading out towards hengelo. we then had to take a bus past what i'm pretty sure is an abandoned lace factory, and several gratuitously sized gun statues, to reach our destination. which was a sparse dirt-pile filled semi-wasteland. we had to walk through a tunnel made with a gigantic metal pipe through a dirt pile to get to the single set of traintracks where our train was. our final view of nijverdal was a huge, solitary factory building with two large red twisting pipes [basically water slides] attatched to the side. nijverdal made me feel like fallout 3, or a creepy future dystopia full of shelled remnants of yesteryear.
some inspiring google image results for nijverdal.
the death tunnel.
i'm sure it's a lovely place in the actual town, probably
no, really.
alright, i'm gonna go learn some sinterklaas songs now. care to join me?
hi everyone :) its a particularly lazy saturday afternoon, so i figured i'd busy myself with a blog entry! this post is really, really long. and probably doesnt make sense, because i have a sugar related headache the size of alaska and my fingers are shaking a little bit.
the last 2 or 3 weeks have been quite interesting. mostly average, but a few things have happened, and its been busy enough to get me out of a near comatose state of normality.
after the success of the chocolate cake i baked for jelle's birthday, i somehow became under the impression that i can bake things. like successfully. with my head full of dreams, i set out to work.
i felt kinda bad about purchasing 5 cups of walnuts for thanksgiving which i, post-thanksgiving, still had no intention of eating. so for the last week i've been baking walnut desserts pretty much nonstop. first i used half of them in meringue cookies, because i was like CRAP HOW DO I MAKE SOMETHING DELICIOUS WITH PRETTY MUCH NOTHING EXCEPT WALNUTS? [and eggwhites, and copious amounts of sugar.]
and walnut meringues drifted down from the heavens~ according to my parents, they were good :)
now, i must admit, i am one of those bakers who's baked goods always look sort of questionable. i wish i could bake things that were beautiful, but i'm pretty much just capable of sticking heart shaped sprinkles on top of my lopsided cakes and hoping for the best.
the next thing i baked is a good example of that. i had planned to bake some blondies for the sinterklaas thing afs is having this weekend. i *happened* to have some walnuts on hand, so i figured i'd throw 'em in and everything would be peachy.
blondies are delicious. they are gooey cookie-brownie hybrids, and they are probably one of the worst things you can put in your mouth. besides say, pure lard coated in sugar. paula deen would be proud. anyway.
i didnt have the proper sized pan handy, and i didnt feel like making conversions [I DONT BAKE BY THE RULES I FOLLOW MY HEART] so i just kinda winged it. i stuck them babies in the oven for the reccomended half an hour and didn't look back. i even checked them with a toothpick out of habbit, which came out coated in sugary-chocolate-ness. i did not care. the top was hard, and thats what mattered to me. who complains about blondies being too gooey in the middle anyway? certainly not i.
i decided that if they didn't cut into squares, i wouldnt bring them to the AFS thing because they simply were no beautiful enough. after letting them cool for like an hour, i cut them into... bars? slices? vaguely outlined 12ths of the pan? yeah. they didnt come out so much as "bars", but as "blobs of sugary, nut-y, chocolate-y deliciousness with some crust i guess" WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE WITH ME. i am now in a jittery, slightly crazed euphoria.
so, if you ever need a recipe that even if you fuck it up, it is still guaranteed to be pretty stellar, bake blondies.
okay, done blabbing about my love for baking.
so, the weather is getting colder. not like "ohh it's a little bit nippy noodles out thurr better wear a scarf" cold, like "FUCKING SNOT ICICLES IN MY FACEEE ohgod the tears are freezing in my eyeballs" cold.
like, i'm *fairly* certain an accident related to my fingers being too numb to use my bike breaks is imminant. like, sometimes i consider hybernation as a viable life option.
apparently this type of weather effects nobody but me, because while i'm biking to school in 3 layers of everything, a scarf, gloves, a hat, and earmuffs, there's chav-y guys cruisin' by next to me in naught but a shiny sports jacket. anyway,
cold weather, besides meaning being afraid to go outside, also means it's stamppot season C:
stamppot is a dutch dish that consists of potatoes and a bunch of other stuff mashed into a mash-y mush of stuff. some people love it, some people think it's nasty.
dutch cooking, like my baking, is not known for it's beauty and refinement.
i think it kinda just tastes like potatoes haha. i'm not really sure how someone could hate it, actually. it's pretty difficult to hate, its like hating bread or something.
but i guess we'll be eating a lot of it, since i purchased 3 packages of unox sausage yesterday. to give you an idea of what unox sausage is like, it come's in an sealed package and does not need to be refrigerated. which jacque and i decided is creepy. but, it came with free neon orange glovemittens and i needed them! actually, its really more like i bought a pair of 9 euro mittens that came with 3 free packages of sausage. which i'm okay with.
something everyone should have in their wardrobe.
also, i finally got around to changing my schedule at school! i dropped geography, because i explained to them that it was completely useless, which they accepted. and i switched into an easier math class. also, i got an extra period of CKV because i work ridiculously slowly in that class, because i have to spend extra time translating ridiculous, uncommon words in the questions into english. :D
this picture does nothing to help uitleg the opdracht.
nevertheless, i think my dutch is actually improving. like, i have conversations with people now c: and even if 90% of my replies are "ja," or "echt?" or "klopt", i still deserve an a for effort.
anyway, today i'm just dicking around drinking tea until like 5, and then i'm taking the train to enschede to spend the night with alex n eline c: we're gonna watch movies and then go out dancing or something. :D
and i'm planning to dump my pan of blondies on them, since i dont want to leave them in the house where i could potentially eat all of them. evil, i know.
aaand my birthday's comin' up. yup. got 2 packages in the mail today c: but im gonna wait till the 5th to open them. joepieee~
hurr durr durr a lot of other stuff happened recently too, but i kinda don't have enough brain power left right now to explain it in a way that isn't stream of consciousness. which, to you, would probably sound like "ashammalammarabbaropparoopadoopaaaa"
and nobody wants that.
finally, have i mentioned to you that this is the nicest thing i own? because it is.
a sorely trying daywith an exceedingly happy ending. this is a pretty complain-y post, not gonna lie. sometimes i am a bratty shit, this is one of those times. sorry :<
this morning started off rough. i did not want to get out of bed, at all. as i was groggily eating my breakfast and checking my email, i found i'd gotten some hatemail. so that was a good start to the day. essentially, what i wanted to do was sit on the couch and filterfeed until it was a socially acceptable hour to go back to sleep again.
today i had 5 hours of school. usually, at least one of my classes falls out. pretty much every day, actually. wednesday, for example, 4 of my classes fell out. FOUR OF THEM. THAT IS 2/3. i was at school for two hours and then i got to go home and drink tea all day.
but today, i actually had things to do. i had a hair appointment for 4 o'clock, and i also had to bake. i thought, "oh! if one of my classes falls out, i can leave early, bake, and then go to my hair appt while i wait for it to cool." FLAWLESS PLAN!
except, obviously, today, none of my classes fell out. i sat through every stagnant hour. also, my last period economy class let out whenever you finished the homework. which i dont do, which means i actually *could* have left an hour earlier. D: urr.
so i got out of school and biked sadly to my hair appointment. which was okay, i guess. i got to drink 2 cups of tea and read magazines. but she cut my bangs all funny, because she parted my hair in the middle. even though i came in with it parted to the side. i am confused by her logic and apparent lack of knowledge on how to cut bangs and have them not look like straw, but i'll deal with it.
after that, i stopped by the post office to pick up a package from my parents c: i biked it home, but didnt have time to open it just yet. because i had to get baking.
baking is serious business. you have to pay attention. you have to pay attention and not reach into the pre-heated oven to take out one of the oven racks with only one oven mit on. especially when you are baking something for which time-is-of-the-essence and running over to your laptop to look up "how to treat a mild burn" is not exactly convinient.
besides that, it wasn't too traumatic an experience, and it went pretty stellar.
also, i have learned that mixing batter, trying to work the insta-coffee machine, and nursing a burn simultaniously is a rather difficult task. its like a game show where you have to do a bunch of stuff at once, except the grand prize is a panic attack and a brain aneurism. :D
anyway, with baked good safely in oven, i decided to sit on the couch and wallow in my own pity for a while. but oh! i had forgotten my package.
i slowly tore open the cardboard box, and what i saw filled my soul with utter, sweet steamy melty applepie a-la-mode and glitter pony rainbow lasers of glee.
on top of the box sat a 20 pack of celestial seasonings apple cinnamon teabags.
under that was 4 boxes of pumpkin pie poptarts.
yet under that was an issue of nylon, an issue of psychology today, and the latest urban outfitters catalogue, on which my mother had sharpied in commentary.
my shitty bangs? FORGOTTON, IN A HAZE OF HOT LIQUID APPLEPIE.
my possibly 1st degree throbbing blisterburn? NNNNNNG PUMPKIN PIE TOASTER PASTRY NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
my steaming pile of internet hatred? CROCHET HOTPANTS I CAN'T EVEN.
erm, excuse me.
needless to say, without my package i would probably be having an emotional breakdown right now. possibly in the middle of the kitchen floor, covered in batter, sobbing and cradling my lightly singed claw-hand. who can say.
now, for a product review:
pumpkin pie pop-tarts.
take into account, that i have 1/3 of an actual pumpkin pie sitting in my crisper. so these were only a meer knock-off. they were totally delicious, all toasted n everything, but they did not fill the void in my heart where pumpkin pie goes. they were warm, pumpkin pie is cold. they were also rather cinnamon-y. with 200 calories per pop-tart, you would be better off eating an actual piece of pumpkin pie.
that said, if you don't have an actual pumpkin pie awkwardly stashed in the fridge like i do, these make a pretty rockin' substitute. they are probably the best flavor of pop-tart. they are better than cinnamon and brown sugar. I KNOW, INCONCEIVABLE.
so yeah, thought i'd mentally drool a little bit about my day. i have more to talk about, but this post is about my package. C: ur hur.
Monday, 8 November 2010
oh sweet jesus, die antwoord and their stupid weirness is being weird all over my tv. this is seriously the stuff that nightmares are composed of.
anyway, this weekend was real good c: euhmm im kinda really tired though so im not going to say words about it right now.
i only have school until 11.45 every day this week C: and i got my gogol bordello tickets C: and thanksgiving is on saturday, for us C:
anyway. this week has been pleasurable. tuesday nijmegen met jelle, which was fun c: en i finally worked up the courage to wear my SICK DOUBLEBUNS to school. and people liked them C:
and uhh i actually finished my CKV homework after being 3 weeks behind.
yesterday a jazz concert at metropool, which was really actually very fun. i dont really have time to talk right now, im going to enschede to ice skate for the first time in aaaages, and then wencke is taking me to the party of one of her friends C: and then tomorrow i'm doing the art photoshoot for a girl in my chorus!
also, i joined this other alternative social networking site for dutch people, and ive been trying to speak a bit of dutch to them XD its going well. joepie.
so, uh, today you don't get any snark because my life is a pit of rainbows and fairy sneezes. but i'm sure something will go horridly wrong soon and you will get to hear alllll about it. promise :D
oh, hi blog. hi. how've you been? see, i meant to get right back to this after going to berlin, but of course my computer decided that was not going to happen. it was so adamant, in fact, that the only thing that works about it anymore it the power button and the fan. so, y'know. at least it will stay cool whilst struggling helplessly to do anything at all.
MRRRR BUT I AM TRYING SO VERY HARD LISTEN TO MY RIDICULOUSLY LOUD COOLING UNIT
anyway,
berlin was... interesting. we left on the bus at midnight and arrived at 8 in the morning. and we were supposed to get a hearty night's sleep on the ride there. i was more than happy to oblige, i was all cozily contorted in my bus seat, sooo ready to catch some z's. i think maybe i didn't understand the fact that the south americans, the new zealanders, and the belgians DO NOT NEED TO SLEEP. EVER. i'm not sure what superhuman ability posseses them to break out into song at 4 in the morning, but it made me sad.
eventually, we had to sit up like zombies and pretend to be awake. at 8 in the morning, the volunteers started blaring german songs throughout the bus. about 6 of them, in a loop, for the entire weekend. which, okay. the first time i heard "waspassiert"and "und warum" i was like okay this *might* be the worst thing i've ever heard. and the second time i heard them i was like SWEET JESUS KILL IT WITH FIRE. but the third and following times, they secured a place in my heart.
here, have a listen. by the third time, you'll actually find yourself wanting to hear it ever again.
waspassiert, i have come to know, was originally a dutch song called watskeburt, which is a really slang way of saying "wtf happened". my life was incomplete until this song was added to it. really, i don't know what i would do without this song.
doesn't it just make everything alright? because that it the effect it had on us.
anyway, after being awake all night on a bus, we started the tour of berlin! JOEPIEE. obviously, none of us really cared AT ALL. we slaved along past all the huge sites and buildings, we meh'd at the berlin wall and trudged non-committally around the checkpoint charlie museum. which, i might add, was expertly cobbled together and sort of looked like one of those crazy people homage museums people run out of their basements. had i not been so tired, it probably would have been totally awesome. since i was so tired, i really just wanted to sit and never stand up ever again. nevertheless, i dutifully took pictures.
to be honest, i thought i would like berlin a lot more. it was just so gray and cold and depressing. i think if i lived there i would probably kill myself, no lie. but it was interesting. they had a lot of stands on the street selling seedy vintage communist hats. i'm a sucker for hats, so i picked up a blue beret, THOUGH I WAS TEMPTED to purchase the giant black fluffy communist hat.
by the end of the day, we were ever so ready to go back to the hostel. which was actually a really awesome place. it was huge and sort of looked like a united skates of america. think "laser tag-themed teen hotel".
the next morning we ate breakfast at the hostel [FREE MUESLI HOLLAAAA] and then got on the bus to go to a concentration camp. it was my favorite part of the entire trip. i took a lot of pictures. our tour guide was this indy looking complacent german guy with a paperboy hat and a button that said "them". he was painfully sincere and, since his first language was german, soulfully blunt. he was the most amazing tourguide i have ever had. the things he said about it just made me hurt inside, the down to earth way that he described everything that happened there. i wish i had gotten a chance to thank him.
that night, we all went to the hostel bar to chill out. it was lots of fun, we danced and drank and actually socialized with the other exchange students.
the next day we did a bunch of stuff that was unimportant, and we went on an epic quest for a supermarket. i didn't realize how much my life actually depends on albert heijn until i was in a place with no supermarkets ANYWHERE. it was painful, i think germans just dont eat fresh fruit. just bread and curryworst, apparently. which is basically like a hot dog covered in red spicy bbq sauce but you have to eat it with a little teeny fork?
we were less than enticed.
anyway. along that line of thought, i really took for granted how much dutch i actually comprehend. because in germany, i literally understood NOTHING. and in the netherlands, i understand a good chunk of everything. also, german sounds really funny after having dutch funneled into my ears for 2 months.
okay, so enough about berlin. i would like to go back someday, but i still maintain that it depressed the hell out of me.
after the trip to berlin, jacque, the new mexican exchange student who lives near me, came to stay with me for the herfst vacantie. at first, we were like "PARTY ELKE DAG LETS DO THIS", but to be honest we spent most of our week dorpin' and watching life of ryan marathon on mtv. and we dont even like that show.
this kid has his own last name as a backpiece. i don't even.
but we did get some things done. on tuesday afternoon we baked a pumpkin pie. it took us a while to figure out how the crust worked, and admittedly we had to hand press it into the pie tin, but it came out fairly delicious. after our pie was finished, i dragged her to the costume shop to pick out a costume for the halloween party we went to that night. she bought a bowler hat and a mustache and went as charlie chaplin, and i bought my hot pink nurse costume for 3-5 year olds. needless to say, i made some alterations. namely, i sliced the dress in half and turned it into a skirt.
anyway, on the way to the party we stopped at the albert heijn to see if we could find any fun sized american candy to bring to the party, to bring on some halloween spirit. we managed to actually procure snickers, peanut m&m's, and twix bars. though, you have NO idea how depressing halloween is without twizzlers, reese's, and tootsie roll pops. really, none. pie and candy in arms, we headed to susan's house. debby, ahnemeek [spelled phonetically because at this point i dont care anymoreee, i accept the fact that i cannot spell it XD], and bente were also there, dutifully costumed. i was happy, because i love halloween, so SO much, and i got to share my passionate joy with other people.
anyway, susan baked beautiful cakes that tasted like donuts and bought popcorn and ice cream, so obviously we didnt go hungry. since jacque and i accepted that this was our halloween, we decided that it was completely acceptable to shove 3000 calories worth of feeling-stifling sugar product into our faces. we watched nightmare on elm street, which is the dumbest movie EVER, and then sisterhood of the travelling pants, which made me rethink calling nightmare on elm street the dumbest movie ever :/
all in all, it was a lovely and delicious night.
the next day, we had nothing to do. until i remembered that ikea is just a hop, skip, and a jump from my house. i decided i needed to go. ikea was the only thing that was going to pull me out of my candy binge related depression, and i had to have it. unamused, jacque agreed to go. upon arrival, we decided that ikea was the best idea ever. we toddled through, trying out all the couches and wishing our houses would ever be so funky and practical. we smelled all the candles and browsed the korting warehouse. right before we were about to leave, we saw a bin of stuffed animals for really cheap. at first, we were like "euhhmmm. they're ugly, whatever". but then we took a closer look. they were actually really intriguing. half panda, half pug, half log, doofy looking oddly placed legs, complacent grin. it wasnt ugly, it was PERFECT and we needed TWO. we named them both klootzak and each biked home with one in our arms. might be the best purchase i've ever made, maybe. might need to buy two more. might need to buy five more. might even need to commission a giant ten foot long klootzak to use as a sofa. just sayin'.
after klootzak renewed our faith in humanity, jacque and i decided we were ready to go out for the night. since jacque's bike died, she borrowed one of mine since i have like 5, and we went to hengelo at around 8:30. first, we sat down on a bench and had a serious heart to heart. it was good. then we found the late night store. then we decided we really needed to find some people we knew. i texted one of my late night acquaintences from last time, and he was in the building we were right outside of, conviniently. we hung out with him and his friends for a bit, i'm sure they found us amusingly drunk and american. also good.
then we decided we HAD to go into the club called twinstwins with ridiculously loud pounding bass. we needed to dance. badly. so we danced for an hour or so, generally being embarrassing and not caring at all. then we tried to order food from the yamyam eetcafe, because i remember it being freakishly delicious. unfortunately, we were preeetty much out of money, so we had to eat out of an automatic wall food dispenser. which was disgusting, and gross. but i was not above stuffing my face with a kip burger, oh no. that was riiight about on my level at the time.
classy eatin' bij the snackautomaat.at this point, you stop being worried about "tasty" and start being worried about "safe to actually consume"
after that, we decided it was really time to go home. cutting to the chase, i lost my bike key. i was unable to deal with this information at the time. somehow, jacque and i managed to get home on the same bike. i am constantly amazed by our faultless ability to not die. because i'm fairly sure we narrowly missed falling into more than one ditch. we decided we'd go back to hengelo the next day and get my bike. somehow. without the key. this plan was perfect and did not need to be further thought out.
the next day rolled around, and jacque and i rummaged through my purse completely and FINALLY found the key to the bike. cos, you know those moments when your stomach sinks and you think "THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING TO ME."? well, so far in my life, that feeling has usually been resolved by the fact that whatever it is has not actually happened to me. i got lucky like that once again. amy, another exchange student, was in hengelo and told me my bike was still there, and i decided that meant it was alright to leave it there another day. at around 5, amy came over. we were going to go out with her for the night,we were even invited to a party. but jacque and i could not even deal with that thought at all, so instead we decided to go eat at het pannenkoekhuis and have a movie night.
het pannenkoekhuis, as always, was all kinds of delicious delicious. i got a bacon and cheese pancake, covered it with stroop, and was ever so pleased with myself. you dont understand what a wonderful combination cheese, bacon, pancake, and syrup are until you stuff it into your recently un-hungover face in huge, contented bites.
LOOK ITS HAPPY.
we also discovered putting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the tosti maker. AN IDEA FOR THE GODS. all the pb and jelly swirl together and the bread is all warm n toasty, and its just good. inherintly good. ooh! and i made my very first omelette ever! and it turned out pretty edible i think! i'm just pumped because i'm finally learning to make real people food.
after our food excursion, we watched army of the twelve monkeys because brad pitt is incredibly at being batshit crazy. then we watched monty python and the holy grail, for nostalgia's sake. c:
anyway, jacque and amy both left today. i need to spend the rest of my herfst vacantie doing homework and going to ikea and buying more klootzaks. i have decided i'm going to gauge my ears, so im going to locate a shop to buy those at. also, i need to decide which classes i'm going to drop. i decided itd be a good idea to switch into math a instead of b and to drop the classes that im never going to follow or get american credit for. because lets face it, 3 hours a week in economy is a little excessive if all i am capable of doing in that class is sleeping and being completely confused. and i'd really like to pass the year.
tomorrow is halloween, and i am going to dress up in my costume and watch horror movies by myself.
forever alone.
monday i have school again and im going to fix my schedule to be less intense, and then tuesday i have off and i'm going to nijmegen with jelle! :D on saturday, ice skating with afs. I AM REALLY VERY EXCITED C: like a lot.
i'll update again soon, maybe, depending on how interesting my life is. honestly its cooling down over here, usually i dont have too much to talk about these days.
tot ziensss c:
