Christmas Crap

I was hoping to be able to tell you guys soem hilarious stories of christmas with my family, but unfortunatly it wasn't all that great this year.
Which especially sucks, because it's my favorite holiday.
I love christmas with my family, all the food and presents and just hanging around.

I knew it was going to be different this year, because my grandparents moved to a retirement-home so we couldn't celebrate at their place, like we allways do.
It started off great though with my mom and aunts who have this DNA mallfunction that leads to buying unbelievable amounts of food.
They allways devide certain things, but then don't trust the others to buy it, so they bring some themselves.
I swear we could have fed the entire town.

But at Christmas eve is was starting to get bad, because my grandma was sick so she and my grandpa couldn't come.
I quickly got over that as I got lots of cool presents.
I'm so spoiled...

We ate fewer than usual, missing my granparents apperently mixes up your appetite.
I was fun though.

The next morning I was brutally wakened by my mom, who told me she was going to the hospital.
My grandma had a stroke.
So that what screwed up my christmas.

She doing better now, but she's paralysed on her left side and very weak.
I visited her in the hospital.
That was so wierd. Seeing her like that.


Either way, my worst Christmas yet, but it could have been worse.
We had fun despite all the crap.






(Maria Mena - Fragile)

Christmas

Hi everyone,

in a few minutes I'll be on my way to celebrate christmas with my family.
Our car is fully packed and I'll probably come home about 5 kilo's heavier.
I'll be back home on Sunday, so I'll tell you guys than about christmas with my family.
Untill than: Merry Christmas everyone!

All my love,
Sophie

Two Days, Three Parties, Giant Hangover

I'm a little late with this post, because of my enormous hangover yesterday.
Looking at a computer screen made my head feel like it would burst.
Highly unpleasant.

I must say, you know you had a great night when you're still dizzy in the morning.
Although I hate feeling like I don't remember everything...

On Friday I had a farewell/christmas party from my inturnship.
I'd never been to one before, but I liked it.
Then again, what's not to like about gin&tonics on the company's bill?
Oh, I should have stayed there.
That way there could have also been a slight chance of hooking up with D.
I haven't told you guys about him yet.

D. is 25 and one of the guys who worked on the set.
The kind who walks around with an earpiece doing absolutely nothing.
He was older, cute, nice and funny.
And he had that amazing aura of a guy who is unaware of how sexy he is.
I liked him, but he never showed any interest in me.
Why would he? If I was a 25 year old guy, I wouldn't be into a 18 girl either.
Or maybe I would be, can't say with certainty.

Either way, I left the christmas party to go to a club with friends.
It was freezing cold outside and I spend half an hour in line with open shoes.
I was seriously worried I might have frostbite.
And it so was not worth it.
Inside the club it was so full I could hardly move, my previous G&T buzz had worn off in the cold and my friend S. was complaining about her feet hurting.
If you wear heels going out, that entirely on you.

Worst of all, my other friend L. and his friend (my crush) S. didn't get in.
You're kind of a loser when you're 18 and still can't get in.
So I left early and went to bed.

the next morning I was in a lot of stress, because i couldn't get all of my stuff into my suitcase and was running out of time.
It all worked out though.
Because of the massive snowfall here, I had a total delay of three hours.
On different trains.
I was so done for when I finally got home, but I went out anyway.
I mean, I hadn't seen my friends in 6 weeks. I had to go out.

I'm glad I did, it was so much fun.
Sadly enough, I don't remember everything.
As tradition I had a lot of tequilla. We always drink tequilla.
Later on i had beer, which turned out to be a very bad decision.
I puked my guts out when I got home.
At that point I was hammered.
It never happened to me before that I was ever more drunk by the time I got home, than I had been in the club.
A whole new experience.

Anyway, the reason I had beer was a good one though.
Or a pleasant one.
See, my friend has got a new boyfriend and he turned out to have a very cute and generous friend.
Who started hitting on me and buying me beer.
He was very impressed (and a little annoyed) when I turned out to be a better drinker than him.
I'm just glad he didn't see me when the alcohol kicked in.

I'm a little dissapointed though that even while he came up to me and was very flirty, he didn't kiss me or even ask for my number.
What's up with that?

At the moment I'm sort of snowed in. There's so much snow, it's gorgeous, but you can't really get anywhere.
No public transportation or anything.






(Beyonce Knowles - Halo)

Counting Down The Days

Well, I thought it was about time to post something new.

Okay, I'll admit, I've been thinking that for over a week, but I just couldn't get myself to actually do it.

I have such little selfdiscipline I'd be ashamed of it. If I wasn't too damn lazy.

Either way, there hasn't been much going on in my life since my last post.

I've spend last week in bed, so that wasn't very excited.

I could have used that time to post, but again, I'm lazy.

This is my last week in Hamburg, so I'm a little sad.

I don't feel like going home yet.

Particially because of S.

I was actually supposed to go out with him last saturday.

Off course, my fate turned against me.

I send him two textmessages, but he didn't react.

So I spend the weekend being a little pissed off.

I seem to spending quit some tim epissed off because of him...

When I talked to him, he told me the memorycard in his phone had been full, so he couldn't recieve any messages all weekend.

I'm not sure I belive him.

Well, I guess it doesn't really matter wether I believe him or not.

I'm leaving soon anyway.

But before I go I have two party's.

Both are this friday, so it's going to go out with a bang.

First up is a christmas/end party from my inturnship.

I hope it's going to be fun, I've never been to something like that before.

Everyone seems excited, so I'm expecting good times.

After that I'm going to take a cab (leftover money) and drive to the next party.

Which is ironicly enough, F. 18th birthday party.

Ironicall, because it's my last chance to hook up with S.

I want to, but I also think that hooking up with him at her birthday might be a little too bad.

Anyway, I'm going to be there to have fun, so I'm going to try not to worry.

So, enough to do the last couple of days.

I haven't even started to pack yet.

I'll keep you guys updated.

(Sara Bareilles - Morning Side)

Dissapointments And Confusions

If you have flexible workhours don't plan things for the weekend.

This will save you a lot of dissapointment.

To explain: my friend S. (the girl) called me up on monday to ask me if I wanted to come to this huge party on friday.

My answer is obvious. Somewhere between a 'hurray' and a 'thank you god'.

I almost died of boredom last weekend.

So, she promised she would get me a ticket and I could decide later wether or not I would come.

This wasn't completely sure yet, since I would have to work on saturday.

As soon as I dicided to go either way (to hell with work, I'm young and I like to party), I heard that we would be doing a night shooting on friday.

This meaning I'd probably be home by one in the morning.

I was pissed off all day long.

I tried to plan around it, because I really wanted to go. I ever got a L. to promise he'd come to get me at half past one or so.

I was completely sure that god or someone upo there must really hate me.

As you can see, I was seriously dissapointed and pissed.

But my luck turned as the always nice garderobiere promissed I could go early if it didn't rain.

I've spend the entire saturday wishing it wouldn't rain and my prayers were heard.

So, I was home by ten. Picked up at ten thirty.

Walking the streets with three tipsy guys by twelve and at the party by half past twelve.

It was an obvioushighschoolparty, but I had a blast.

Could have been better if  had been drinking more.

Or better said, started earlier.

And if I had danced with S. (my semi-crush) longer and not been a little scared of what S. (my friend) would say or if F. would be hurt by it.

He was more drunk than I at that moment thought, so maybe it was a good thing I pulled away when S. came over.

But I really liked dancing with him and if it had been a little longer I so would have kissed him.

I'm kind of glad I didn't now. Somewhere at the end S.(girl) was talking to S.(crush) and seemed a little pissed. I wasn't sure if that was about us dancing or something so I asked her.

You know what she said: 'that's a long story...'

What kind of an answer is that?

So I asked F. yesterday what that was all about, but she didn't really know. 

Apparently S. tried to dance with S. (my god, this is getting complicated) all night and was sort of coming on to her.

F. herself had been completely wasted all night, to my entertainment.

She was a little shaken up, cause S. had ignored her all night and then all of the sudden talked to her.

I'm also very curious what that was about.

In case you don't understand the story anymore, read the last post.

That should explain a lot of the backgrounds here.

Oh, and after S. talked to S., he ignored me all night.

Which was very annoying.

L. on the other hand was also drunk and getting touchy and flirty.

This was a little disturbing to me,  since I don't find him attractive at all.

I think I should avoid him when he's drunk, so there won't be any awkwardness.

Either way, I'm very confused and feel left out on important information.

And I'm dissapointed that S. apparently has no real interest in me.

Unless he's drunk. I should take advantage of that when we all go out again next week.

He and F. broke up over a month ago, that's long enough right? 

And it's my last weekend here next week, so we have to all go out one last time.

Wait, stop.

Don't get exited now.

Something will just come up and ruine everything.

I learned that allright.

(The Gossip - Heavy Cross)

Monday Blues

Have you ever had a monday off?

Well, I never untill today.

A strange thing about working in television is the always shifting workhours.

Since we shot last Saturday, I have the

 day off today.

I must say, it's a very strange feeling not to work on monday.

It was a strange feeling to work all day on a Saturday, but this is even wierder.

I slept untill eleven o'clock. Briefly interupted ar seven by my aunt and uncle's alarm clock.

Had breakfast, got dressed. 

Realised I still had a advent-calendar. 

This turned out to be a great suprise: it indeed was the chocolate kind.

After eating two of them, I sat down behind this laptop to look 

for a cherry pie recipe.

I've never made one before so it took a while to find one that was understandable.

Made the pastry and went to the supermarket to get canned cherries.

When I rolled out the pastry it turned out I didn't have enough, so I had to make more.

Put the pie in the oven, set the timer and got b

ack behind the laptop to find an awesome blog i saw yesterday that I can't find back.

I don't remember the name and 'next blog' is only getting me to the some lame-ass blogs over and over again.

I really don't get why they are all about bookreviews and poetry.

I dont' have poetry in my blog and I haven't written a bookreview since highschool.

Very, very frustrating.

Gave up and decided to write a blogmessage of my own.

The timer just went of so I took the pie out of 

the oven.

It's looking super delicious. I'm genius, if I may say so myself.

My cousin just told me I should stay longer so I can bake more pies and cookies.

I guess I'll just bake another one next week, when i have monday off as well.

I'm definitly getting bored right now. 

I think I might look for that blog again.

Does anyone know how to find blogs?

Is there a search-engine or something?

The idea of having to do the same thing next week, working on saturday instead of monday, is highly anoying.

I never liked mondays to begin with.

(The Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays) 

Little Sophie On T.V.

Yes, you're reading this right. I'm going to be on t.v.

okay, let me verify that: I might be on t.v.

for a second or so. 

a blury glimpse of my face.

And all that, because I got to be an extra on the show I'm working for.

As I have told before, I'm doind an inturnship as costume-assistend at a t.v.-show.

So, monday when they needed a couple of extra's, I got to stand in line for a concert.

A concert that never took place of a band that doesn't exist.

But still, I might be on t.v.

Well, that's pretty much the most exciting thing that happened to me this week.

my life exists out of getting up early, working all day and going to bed.

Work is kind of fun though. Now I have been here for a little while, it's not so boring anymore.

I know what I can do and I'm starting to really bond with the set-guys.

They are the guys that run around the set with earpieces and doing all the hard work.

While I sit around and teach the directors inturn, C., Dutch.

I'm getting along really good with him, he's fun and nice and sincerely interested.

It's a lot of fun to teach him, because he has a ridiculous pronouncement.

Almost American.

Anyway, that's kind of my life at the moment I guess.

Torn And Doing The Right Thing Sucks

I've got a bit of a problem.

Well, it's not really a problem, because the answer is obvious.

But somehow it keeps bothering me and messing with my head.

I'll explain the situation, so you get what I'm talking about.

It all started last week when I went to a party of a friend of mine.

My friend, L., is one of the few people I allready knew here in Hamburg.

Our family's go on holiday together and that's how we met.

Anyway, it was his birthday last Sunday, so offcourse I went.

I didn't know anyone there, so it seemed like a great way to get to know some more people here.

At first it was a little awkward. The party itself was more of a get together with some of L.'s friends, so at least it had a relaxed vibe.

After a while I got to talk with A., a nice girl, who was also a little bit of a stranger there.

I was getting more comfortable and everyone was really nice and cool.

Especially S., the one guy who wasn't shy and actually showed interest in me.

I dont't mean in a obviously flirty kind of way, but his brother has a Dutch girlfriend, so he was really interested in the Netherlands.

Anyway, he was fun and he wanted to send me a clip of him and L. singing together on a show. So I gave him my e-mail. 

It was all very casual, but I did feel a kind of spark between us.

On monday he added me on facebook and we talked some more. 

Now you have to understand that this is not leading to him being creepy or anything.

I'm just trying to explain how S. is really nice, funny and charming and kind of cute.

A little short, but then again I'm not tall, and half turkisch. He lookes more like half Italian though, which is way more my type.

Either way, we chatted a little and I promissed I'd go out with L., S. and their friends on Friday.

To fully understand this all, I have to explain, why my friendship with L. can be a little awkward from time to time. You see, there are two people I know from holiday who live here in Hamburg: L. and S. (another S, this one's a girl)

And L. and S. used to be best friends but haven't been speaking to each other in over two years.

Which can be very awkward for their mutual friends, including me.

This ment I wasn't planning on telling her about the party or going out with L.

Not to hide it, but because she wouldn't want to know.

Now two weeks ago I went out with S. and her friend F., who I had met before and we had a lot of fun. F. had recently been dumped by her boyfriend and not really happy. Understandably.

She didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't know who it was, how long they had been together and how bad it was for her.

Turnes out, kind of valuable information.

So, this Friday I got a text from L., saying he couldn's come because he had to babysit his little brother. But he gave me S.'s phonenumber so maybe I could go with him. 

S. was happy to hear from me and invited me to tag along with him and two friends.

It was a bit of wierd night, but I had fun just being out.

We talked and danced and he was nice, charming and a little flirty, but didn't try to pick me up or anything.

He's a great guy, very entertaining and sweet and I kind of like him.

I definitly felt drawn to him.

At the end of the night, we were all walking home, he asked me who I knew around here.

So I said, L., S. and F.

'Oh right', he said, 'F. is my ex-girlfriend'.

At that point I still had hope, because he said it so casually, that I wans't sure he ment a recent ex-girlfriend. He could have ment somewhere in the past.

Yesterday I wnet to the big birthday party of S.'s mother. I didn't tell her about Friday, this time because I was also feeling uncomfortable about the ex-girlfriend thing. F. was there and at the end of the night I finally asked her who of the guys at L.'s party was her ex. 

Turnes out, obviously with my luck, it is S.

Now I'm in a very sucky situation. I'm no way going to do anything about my attraction towards S., because that would just be wrong and i don't want to hurt F. 

But on the other hand, I can't stop thinking about him. 

I've only just met him and it's not a big deal to let him go, but I'm not entirely happy about it.

Well, at least I know I'm doing the right thing. And you never know, maybe she'll get over it in rocket speed. And I mean, it's not like I want anything serious, I just want to have a little fun.

(Kings of Leon - I Want You)

The Big Break-Out

Well, the city life doesn't seem to be agreeing so well with my skin.

Hence the name 'big break-out'. 

Not that I have big red zits all over my face all of the sudden, thank god.

No, it's more like thousands of little bumps and a couple of bugger painful ones.

And oily and dry spots.

I'm so not pleased. It must be a combination of stress and filthy air that's making my skin act up.

Anyway, it meant I had to put on a lot of foundation and powder for the premiere wednesday.

I looked awesome tough. And that's not me being vain, but a simple fact. I know, because every guy I passed on the way there turned to look. 

Ha, that's right, I'm hot.

My cousin didn't seem quite so happy with it though. He was being all protective and adorable insulted in a 'how dare you look at her like that, pervert?!' kind of way.

I felt mildly insulted by the looking, but mostly just flathered.

To give you an explanation and an idea of what I looked like: short, tight black dress, killer heels, bare legs (didn't have a matching panty, it was very cold though) ans a long blazer.

Unfortunatly I don't have a picture.

The fact that I was slightly overdressed (So was my cousin) didn't bother me (he was), because I always tend to be overdressed. 

I can't help it, I just love dresses, waistskirts and heels. I'm used to it now.

Because I have to wear pants and comfi shoes at work (cold and lots of standing) I try to express mxself with bright colours and a folklorisch kind of style. I stand out between all the jeans and black, that's for sure.

So, that was a long blog about my looks.

Which don't really seem to interest anyone, as I have been flirted with maybe twice since I'm here. Not that I really mind, most of the guys here aren't exactly worth flirting with. 

But I have a birthday party of a friend tonight, so I'm hoping he has some good looking friends.

I'm even starting to apreciate the dutch boys, they might be bad at flirting, but at least they try every once in a while.

(Beyonce - Sweet Dreams) 

If I Was A Superhero...

...My name would be 'Iron Girl'.

And I do not mean that is a 'superstrong-and-indestructable-and-therefor-supercool' kind of way, but in a 'if-there-was-a-country-for-people-who-iron-they-would-surely-crown-me-queen' kind of way.
Seriously, I iron a lot thes days.
It's the main part of my job.

I never ironed back home. I mean, I did once or twice, but I never had to.
When I move out, I should start a company or something.
'Cause I'm gonna kick ass at it after this inturnship.

Anyway, I just wanted to share that piece or uninteresting and completely irrelevant information.
I don't have time to write anything big, because my aunt's new movie premieres tonight and I get to walk the red carpet.
No let me refrase: rock the rd carpet.
I'm so excited!
Obviously.
My new shoes are kick ass. They're wine red with golden studs and peep toes.
And killer heels. I love high heels.

So , just before I hit the shower.
(I'm seriously running out of time here)
I have to say, I don't think costume design or television is my calling.
The fact that I'm more interested in what we have for lunch (omg, the catering is amazing) seems like a very large clue.
Even though I'm getting good at ironing.

Wow. That's really kind of sad...




(Leighton Meester - Betty Davis Eyes)

All Is New In My World

It's a very strange feeling to be somewhere entirely different from home.
I grew up in a verx small town so Hamburg a whole new experiance.
To get to my job I have to take the bus, the subway, another subway and then drive with some other people to the studio. Which all together takes me about an hour.
Since I have to be in the studio at 8 that means I have to get up way too early.
I am not a morning person.

The job isn't so bad though. I make long hours and from time to time it can be a little boring, but I'm easily bored so that doesn't really say anything.
My job simply containes every little thing that has to do with clothes.
I wash, iron and hang 'em up and I help the actors with their outfits and try to keep them happy.
But I think I'll be able to stand it for as long as it takes.

It's all very tiring. Not just because I work 10-12 hours a day, but also because I have to concetrate on what people tell me. I'm half German so the languge isn't a issue, it's just that people have a tendancy to talk in a different direction or very fast.
They might think I'm a little slow, because I ask them to repeat it so often.

I have found a new love in the subway. Where I come from everybody goes everywhere by bike, but very few brave people do so here.
I know I wouldn't try.
The subway though seems like a great alternative transportation.
I love to watch all the different people who get in and out. And it's highly comfortable.
Most people that ride the subway here can be divided into a few groups:
- white trash
- morrocan and turkisch guys
- gothics
- homeless men
- not so classy girls who wear short skirts and to much make-up
- old people

I have a lot of fun with that.

Everything is okay here, I feel a little out of place, but I'm allready turning into a big city girl.
Just one without the horrible taste in clothing and a normal amount of make-up.

Little Sophie In The Big City

After a five hour and dead boring train ride I arrived in Hamburg, Germany yesterday.
So now I'm sitting in my cousins room on his tini-tiny laptop trying to typ stuff.
Which is incredibly hard considering the key board is also tiny and has some keys in different places.
Prepare for a lot of type-o's the next couple of weeks.
It's also very frustrating how slow I'm typing, but I'm getting there.

Anyway, I kind of like it here so far.
Then again, I've only been here for a day now.
Today was a getting-used-to-being-somewhere-else day so I didn't really do that much.
Never the less it was very inetresting. For me, not so much for you.

As a recaps:
I slept in late and woke up with awfull back pains that haven't gone away yet, due to the hard as stone guest bed I'm sleeping on.
I really hope I'll get used to it soon, because I'll be here for the next six weeks.
My uncle took me to the trainstation to get a public transportation month card.
So now I'll be able to get places. Public transportation is the only way to travel here.
Which is new for me, because in the little town I live you can get everywere on a bike within 20 minutes. Max.
My cousin who skipped school today took me on teh bus to show me the busstation and do some as he calls it: chilling around.
It was fun and came down to me buying him a 18 rated movie (he's fourteen).
Which I wouldn't have if I didn't think that only a idiot would rate ' House of Wax' for 18 and over.
That's jus bull#.
Right now my other cousin is trying on suits for my aunts movie premiere because he loves to dress up. If he wasn't adopted he would have gotten that from me.
He's eleven and the cutest little boy you have ever seen.
And he lets me call me him 'kleiner' , which meand little one and cuttle him.
Just not in public. Obviously.
Come to think of it he might be twelve by now.
Doesn't matter, he so cuet I wanna eat him up.

So, now you have a idea of my family and experiances in Hamburg so far.
Tommorow is my first day of work, which means I'll have something actually interesting to talk about.




(The Fray - Look After You)

Justin Nozuka Video

So, as requested by Kate, here are the video's my friend made at the Juston Nozuka concert.
As you can see, we were standing really close and sing along way too loud...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7RVUkk07XA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dNNjBKFu5Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujfJpJOVyuI

You might hear me, but I'm not the loudest voice, that's my friend who was standing closest to the camera.

I especially like the Save Him song, because it's so sad and beautiful.
One girl even started crying, so sad.
Oh, and they're not the entire songs, it's very hard to keep up a camera the whole time. That's also why the quality is so crappy from time to time.



(these clips, duh)

Justin Nozuka

This thursday I went to a concert by Justin Nozuka in the 'Melkweg' in Amsterdam and it was amazing!
He's really good life, I love his music.

I went with two friends of mine, S. and L. First we went shopping, of course...
S. needed new sneakers so, I got really bored walking in and out of stores.
Especially because I'm broke, so I couldn't buy anything myself.

And I'm not a sneaker person. I have two pairs of chucks and that's it.

Anyway, we had fun though and after a while S. found some she liked, so we started walking to Leidseplein (where the 'Melkweg' is located).
The concert started early, at 19:30, and the doors opened a hours before.
At the Leidseplein we found a a little street with lots and lots of small Italian restaurants where you could pasta or pizza for 5 euro's.
Perfect for us, broke as we all kinda were by then.
After dinner we wanted to have some coffee (it was gonna be a long, long night), but our waiter started to ask all these wierd questions and telling us about the side-effects of coffee.
It was all very strange, and personaly, I fellt a little uncofortable.
He did get us coffee though.
And it was damn good too.

We met up with two other girls we knew later who were also going to the concert and went to the 'Melkweg' together.

Unfortunatly the concert was staged in the small hall, instead of the big one, so it was a little hot and crowded.
Then again, screaming girls really fill up any room.
And he's not that famous here.


The concert itself was great, I like him better with short hair, but it was all about the music.
Obviously the whole band was pretty stonded, but that to be expected when you do a show in Amsterdam.
They were amazing never the less and we were standing direclty in front of the stage.

I even had some major eyecontact.

I think.

Okay, probably not, but let's pretend.


Anyway, it was really cool and I had a great time.
It's all on youtube, you might even hear me singing along.
Not that you would know it though;)




(Justin Nozuka - Golden Train)

My Favorite TV Shows Characters

So, I'm about to start watching the new episodes of my favorite tv-shows on the internet.
And I just realised that it's a big part of my life: T.v.

I should share it.



I'm pretty much addicted to watching tv shows.
I love it, love it, love it.
And because I actually attach to the people in them I made a list of my favorite tv show characters:

1) Dean Winchester - Supernatural. He is the ultimate bad boy with a good heart. Sexy, tough and damaged, but most of all, kick-ass. The entire show is kick-ass.
2) Barney Stinson - How I Met You Mother. Legen-wait for it-dary. Do I need to say more?
3) Sheldon Cooper - Big Bang Theory. The funniest person ever.
4) Miranda Baily - Grey's Anatomy. The show has sucked ever since season two, but Dr. Baily is the only reason I still watch it. Okay, and my mum and sister who still like it.
5) The entire cast (but especially Fez) - That 70's Show. reruns still crack me up, so sad it ended. Goodday. I said goodday!
6) Chandler Bing - Friends. The mother of all sitcoms, the father of all funny men.


Well, there are a lot more shows I watch, but these characters impressed me most.
And yes, I do watch a lot of sitcoms. What can I say, they just crack me up.




(Norah Jones - What Am I To You)

Pink Day Cupcakes

Cupcakes (ca. 10)

ingrediënts:
- 110 grams of butter
- 110 grams of fine sugar
- 110 grams of flour
- 2 eggs
- 1 teaspoon of bakingpowder

Preheat the oven on 180 C/ 356 F. Mix all the ingrediënt in a foodprocessor or with a mixer. Fill 10 cups for a third with dough. Bake them for 17-20 minutes.
Let them cool off before you put frosting and decorations on them.


Frosting

ingrediënts:
- 100 grams of icingsugar
- 150 grams of soft butter
- 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla-essence
- red foodcoloring

Mix all the ingrediënts in a foodprocessor or with a mixer till it's a light substance.

Pink Day

I'm having kind of a pink day today.
You might think, what the hell is a pink day?
Honestly, I don't really know.
I'm just feeling pink today.
Every single shade, from hot pink to lila.
You'll know what I mean when you have it too.


So, to honor the feeling I'm wearing pink clothes.

Allright, my jeans are grey, but that's because I don't have any pink ones.
Thank god, that would be really wierd.

My make-up is also pink today, but not over the top, I don't wanna look like a barbie doll.


And most impotantly: I just baked cupcakes.
Believe me, it's a must when you're having pink day.
I'll put the recipe in a new massage.


So, now you know what you have to do when you're feeling pink someday.
It's a fuzzy, warm and calm kind of feeling.
Very pleasant, really.




(Taylor Swift - Fearless)

Gap Year

Well, I guess it's time to explain all the 'I don't have anything to do' references.
You see, I'm on a gap year.
I graduated highschool in the spring and I've pretty much bene sitting on my ass ever since.
Not that I don't have plans or anything, but they aren't starting for a little while.
In theory I'm working at the moment to earn the money I need to go to Italy in the spring.

But eventhough I'm inlisted at a job agency, I'm sitting at home.
I did a couple of crappy jobs, like handing out flyers and washing dishes.
The flyer-thing did pay a lot though. I made 230 bucks in one week, but I spend it all on visiting friends at their Universities.
Most of my friends, the guys that is, allready went to college.
From the girls on the other hand only two did, J. and K.
The others are taking a gap year just like me.
You know what, I'll tell you their stories to compare:

T., my previously mentioned best friend, is in Afrika.
N. is working as a nanny in New York.
M. is currently at home, but wants to go to New Sealand. There's no way she can afford it, so it's probably going to be Russia instead.
S. is going to Afrika as well, but she's still here at the moment to earn money.

So, now you know.
I'm planning on going to another job agency today, but i'm not sure how that's going to work out.
I don't have a lot of discipline.

Okay, I'm just plain lazy.

But I am going to do something soon. Because my aunt got me an inturnship at a tv show as wardrobe assistend.
She is a producer herself, so she knows a lot of people in that world.
I'm so excited, I can hardly wait.
It's so awesome, eventhough I'll be doing all kinds of crappy jobs on the set.
The inturnship is in Hamburg, Germany, which is an amazing city.
I'll be staying with my aunt and uncle and my little cousins.
Luckily I have a friend, S., in Hamburg so I can go out there.
Oh, I'm so excited.




(Lady Gaga - Eh Eh)

Pyjama Party

Because my mum and sister weren't home last night I decided to have a good old slumber party.
so I had my friends S. and M. over for dinner and then some.

We coocked , watched a couple of lame-ass shows on tv and ate loads of chocolade.
At first we had the idea to do facials and other teen-movie slumber party stuff, but we ended up talking till 4:30 in de morning.
We did watch a great movie though, My Sassy Girl, with Elisha Cuthbert. Amazing, really, everyone should watch it.
Anyway, after the movie we actually had very deep conversations about relationsships, the world, personality differences, dreams, psychologie, friendship. You name it, we talked about it.


Well, and plain old gossip and boy talk of course.
But hey, we are girls.


Somehow we ended up talking through the night, so I'm a little tired now.
It's too bad two of my girls are abroad, because when we are all together we totally get the party started.
One of my friends who is away, T., is my partybuddy. We share a love of short dresses, flirting, going out, drinking and dancing all night long.
I really miss her on the weekends, we set the clubs on fire.

Well, I did have an amazing time last night, I recommend it to anyone.



(Vaya Con Dios - Nah Neh Nah)

Gardengnomes

My friends are hilarious when they are drunk.

We went out last night, like usual and the only club in my small town is kind of lame, so my friends always drink a lot there.
Omg, it's so funny.
The way they dance and talk and get a little too "touchy feely".
I always laugh my ass off.

We stayed out till 5 o'clock, when one of my friends, F., drove me home.
We were just riding when all of the sudden, bang!


A gardengnome.


On the side of the road.

I just remembered the pictures I took with my cellphone of me, F. and the gnome.
It was about kneehigh and plastic with a wierd tubethingy hanging from the back.

Anyway, I just drove past the place we found it and it was gone.
Kind of understandable, but I do wonder who the hell took it.
I mean, what would you do with a plastic gnome?



By the way, I totally get that this in completely uninteresting.
I really, really do.





(Dancing Shoes - Gavin Degraw)

A Little Sophie

My second blogmessage seems just a good occasion to tell a little more about myself.

First, let me put on some music.
No wait, no picking songs here. I've got to let my intuition guide me.
Okay, I've got one, here it goes.
(You might have already noticed it, but the song I listend to while I'm writing my message is on the bottom. Yes, exactly, right there, you found it.)

So, My name is Sophie. You probably could have figured that out on your own.
I'm eighteen and live in Holland.
Why not write my blog in Dutch then, you asked?
I did. I wrote the first message in Dutch yesterday, but I deleted it this morning and rewrote it in English.
It's more universal and a good excuse for me to write something other than songs in English.
I really like English, I think it a gorgeous language.
Since I was twelve or something I've been daydreaming and in English.
I've got to say it was a little hard at first.

Anyway, that's all very interesting and all (yeah right), but there's actually some significant information about me in that piece.
A lot of crap, I'll be the first to admit that, but if you payed any attention at all, you will have noticed that:
1) That I have the tendancy to change my mind over night.
2) I like the English language.
3) I write songs
4) I daydream a lot.
5) I sometimes talk to myself and that's kind of nuts.

Hmm... that seems like a nice way to start off. I think this going to a lot of fun.
At least for me. You, I'm not so sure.




(Put you Record On - Corrine Bailey Rae)

Here We Go

So, I guess this is it.
My very first weblog ever.
Gee.



It's not exactly what I had imagined, it's kind of a bummer.
I'm actually starting to feel a little bit lame. Just a little though.
Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make the best out of it.
Especially considering i don't really have anything better to do.
Nothing any more usefull than sharing my thoughts with the world.


Wow, i'm actually starting to look forward to this again.

I solemny pledge to sit at my computer every day, okay maybe not every day, with music in the background and write interresting and not so interresting pieces on my weblog.

Look at me, I'm allready doing it...




(Not An Adict - K's Choice)