Sunny, Yesterday My Life...

Well, actually my life wasn't filled with rain yesterday.
It was gorgeous weather, just as now.
But it was all crap this past weekend.
I've spend the entire Easter weekend indoors.
Well, except for Friday and Saturday night.
I did go out.
And it was so much fun.

On Friday night I went to an Irish pub with the F. and L. (the other two dutch girls).
It was karaoke night and we had a blast.
I'd never been to anything like that so I laughed my ass off at the ridiculous people.
And the Irish bartenede J., was vey cute.
Might try to make a move on him ...

On Saturday we went out to dinner.
8 bucks for a drink and free buffet.
Since we're Dutch, we just went all you can eat on them.
After that, a short stop at the pub and than off to the clubs.
The first one was extremely lame, bad music and young boys.
But the second one was fabulous.
When we first came in it looked a bit shabby.
It was a bit shabby.

A guy came up to us and started talking.
We instantly saw he was gay.
He did the little had thing, you know.
We spend the entire night dancing with him and his (boy?)friend.
He was so hilarious!

The rest of the weekend was lame.
And now it's amazing weather, so I'm completely happy.
I went on a little tour of Florence yesterday, that was very interesting.
So, that's about it.





(Sunny - ?)

A Little Update On My Life

I forgot to post last time I was online, so I'll try to make up for it now.
First of all, I', allready making major progress in Italian.
It's so cool, I learn a lot each day.

Other than that, I don't feel very italian, since the weather is crappy and I spent most of my time inside.
I hope that about to change thouhg, since I've met the other two dutch girls at my school and we're going out tonight.
And tommorow night.
Tonight we're going an irish pub wich has karaoke night, I'm very curious.
And tommorow we'll be going out to dinner and after that hit the club.

They've warned me for the italian guys, apparatnly they're grabbers.
You know, the kind of guy that sneaks up behind you and grabbes you.
Scary, but I can stand my own.

That about the most exciting thing for me all week, it's been a little boring.
I did see an incredibly cute guy yesterday when I was taking a walk.
( I try to keep busy) He was jogging and omg, he was so gorgeous.

Well, my life isn't very interesting so far, but I'll try to keep you posted.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've seen the cutest jacket at H&M and I have to go get it.






(The Noisettes - Never Forget You )

It's A Start

So, it's my first day in Florence.
All very exciting.
My trip went fine yesterday and I arrived savely at my appartement.

The appartement is awesome.
Just to bad it's so far from the centre, but it's pretty big and I have it all to myzelf.
In two weeks another girl will come, but till then I'm on my own.
Which is kind of great and also kind of lonely.
Especially since I don't really know anyone.

Today was my first class.
I'm in the beginner class with two korean guys.
We communicate in poor englisch and italian.
It's a little rocky as you can imagine.
It's all very groundschool level, with lots of pictures and funny assignements.
But it's also harder than I thought.
There supposidly two other Dutch girls at the school, but they're in higher classes so maybe I'll meet them tommorow.

I haven't eaten anything all day, cause I had to catch my bus.
I should really rent a bike or at least get a monthtocket for public transportation.
Either way I'll look for a supermarket later today, cause I need food for diner.
I'm not sure what to do with the rest of my day.
Except for calling my mum.
I hope I meet some interesting people soon.
Wish me luck!

Oh and there won't be any pictures to brigthen up the posts.
I'm in an internetcafe and that's just too much work.






(Gavin Degraw - Free)

What's A Little Girl To Do

I'm leaving for Florence tommorow.

As I've mentioned over and over before.

I'm just so excited.

I've barely slept in the past couple of days, but even though I'm so tired I can't seem to sit for more than a minute.

Making blogposting extremely difficult.

I spend over two, maybe even three hours packing today.

Trying to figure out what to take with me and most importantly, what not.

Ryanair has this absurd lugage restriction, so my suitcase can weight no more than 15 kilo's.

Can you believe that?

I mean, I'm a girl, I need loads of stuff.

It's genetic!

Either way, the hardest thing was trying to balance my handlugage with my suitcase.

You see, as a compromise for the suitcaserule, you're handlugage can be 10 kilo's.

Now 25 kilo's in total would be fine, only now my handlugage is a weekendbag and 8 kilo's.

That I will be carrying around.

I'm just a little girl, that's going to be tough.

I just hope they don't give me a hard time at customs, because it just barely meets the size restrictions.

Well, I guess I'll take a quick look at my bags tommorow and then just risk it.

It should be fine...

For now I have to try to figure out what to wear tonight.

Me and my friends, T., N. and M. are going to a town nearby.

A slightly bigger town with more clubs.

Off course tonigh summertime sets in, so we have one hour less to party.

Stupid Dutch cheapness.

Well, I'm excited though, it'll be fun.

Can't wait for tommorow, but I'm sad to leave my parents, sister and friends at home...

Wish me luck!

(BoB - Nothing On You)

Little White Lies

Something quite embarassing happend to me last saturday.

The night started out fine.

We all went to M.'s house, who just got back from Vancouver.

She had some great stories about wierd Canadians, no offence, you're just a little wierd.

After that we went out and T. came along.

She's doing a lot better now and was ready to party.

Even though she's only alowed two alcoholic consumptions.

So we had a couple of tequila shots.

This is where it kind of started going wrong.

Not because I was drunk.

Please, I can hold my liquor.

But I was looking around when I saw a cute guy.

When I say cute, I mean cute.

Blond hair, a little baby face, but strangly enough, that seems to be my thing.

I always go for guys that look a little younger.

Maybe this means, I´ll become a cougar later.

I hope not though.

Anyway, I started flirting with him.

Very obviously as well.

You know the drill, looking over, smiling, playing with my hair, gigling with my friends
So finally we were standing close and the idiot poors his beer over me.

I should have known better at that point, than to keep flirting.

Not because of the beer, that happends all the time, but because he didn´t use it to his advantage.

See, I would have made a joke and offered him a drink or something.

Use it as an ice-breaker.

Maybe throw in a bad line, like: "I'm sorry, I always get clumsy around cute guys."

He didn't.

Later on, after another while of flirting, he came over and we started dancing.

He was a little shy, something felt a little off.

I turn around.

We're almost there...

He askes me "where do you live? how old are you?"

I say: "18 and you?"

"I'm 16."

16!

So, I told him it wasn't going to happend and went back to my friends.

Who all laughed at face.

It was so embarassing.

I still feel a little wierd about it, but I'm glad I didn't make out with him or something.

One of my friends, J., said he should have just lied.

And she's right.

So here's some advice to guys:

When a girl tells you she older than you, you don't tell her your real age.

You lie!

Even if she doesn't really believe you, you'll still have a shot with her and she won't feel like a pedofile.

Girls don't come to clubs to find a boyfriend, so you don't have to tell her the truth.

It's for her own good.

(Boys Like Girls - Two Is Better Than One)

Working Out The Details Or What To Pack

So, well, my life isn't any more interesting these days.
I'm still exhausted from working a double shift last thursday, but that's about it.

I'm also constantly a little nervous. I'm leaving in 8 days and I have to take care of the last details.
It's such a wierd feeling, it's finally getting real.
I heard where I'll be staying in Florence yesterday too.
Unfortunatly not very close to the language school or the centre, but I can manage 20 minutes by bus or bike every day.
At least I know where I'll be staying.

I love Google for inventing streetview.
I've been walking around Florence all day.
A genius invention.

So, all I have left tot do now is plan and pack.
There are a couple of little things I need to take care of when I have arrived, like getting a buscard and timetable and renting a bike and stuff.
All things I sort of need to plan now.
The most important queation however still remains the same.
What to pack?
I've allready made a list, but I haven't decided on the clothes and shoes yet.
Yes, I'm such a girl.
It's my biggest problem and a little sad, but I find it so hard to decide.
I just want to take all my clothes, but I'd need three extra plain tickets.
So that's not really an option...

Anyway, as you can see I'm very excited and a little nervous.
I hope I don't miss my flight or get robbed or something...
Oh crap, wish me luck!






(Jesse McCartney - Right Where You Want Me)

Creeping Up

Just three more weeks before I go to Florence...
I'm starting to get very, very nervous.
Excited too, but mostly just nervous.

I can't wait to be in Italy and finally see the sun again.
but on the other hand I'll be completely on my own in a foreign country.
Where I don't speak the language yet.

I know it's going to be awesome.
It just has to be.
And I know I'm ready for this.
I've allready been to Hamburg semi on my own.
So I know I'll be fine.

It's just feels so wierd.
Surreal.
Anyway, I felt like sharing.
That's it.
Nothing going on in my life really.
The most exciting thing I did all week was buying a new parfume.
God, I'm bored.

And tired, I had to delivere 43 kilo's of mail last Tuesday.
That's a lot...






(AJ Rafael - Showstopper)

Are You Kidding Me?!

I can't believe it.

I was watching the Olympics last night (10 km iceskating men) and it was horrible.

Our sure shot at another gold medal.

The most beautiful race ever and the moron screws it up.

Iceskating is the only sport I get excited about, because it's the only thing we Dutch win at.

But this...

I'm still so pissed.

I was jumping up and down the sofa swearing like a sailor when it happened.

I mean, what idiot. switches. to. the. wrong. track?!

Your a worldchampion iceskater for godsake!

You'd imagine you'd know how these things go...

Sven Kramer has been my favourite athlete since he won his first Olympic Gold medal on his 19th birthday.

And now, a mistake this stupid.

He would have beaten Lee by four seconds!

Four f#cking seconds!

Lee broke the olypic record and Sven would have broken that record

By four seconds!

I still can't believe it.

And I'm a little embarassed about getting so wound up.

But seriously...

(this doesn't even deserve a song)

Wow, now that was a lame birthday party yesterday.

It started out okay, but it ended in awkward boredom.

My friend J., was celebrating her 19th birthday and because we broke the front door last time, she didn't buy a lot of booze.

Which isn't neccesarily a problem.

Especially since her friends from college managed to get tipsy on the little beer and wine there was anyway.

So, it was nice at first.

Talking, chilling and mainly hanning out in her livingroom.

Until we went to the only club in our shitty little town.

That club always used to be fun, but somehow the crowd there has changed and it's not so great anymore.

So we went there, my buzz completely wore off and I was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

You see, a lot of people were 'tired' or 'not feeling great', so they went hom early.

There just weren't enough of my close friends left to really party with.

I felt a little left out, so I was holding back and getting bored.

And J. had all close friends there, after all it was her party.

In the end I went home with two other people around 2:30.

Which is early for me on a saturday night.

It was just to damn awkward.

On the bright side, I'm not hungover.

That's kind of nice for a change.

But I do wish S. and T. were there last night.

That would have been so much fun.

(Laura Jansen - Single Girls)

You've Got Mail

I had my first day as mail delivery person today.
That's my job since last Saturday.

I know, I'm not proud of it, but money is money.

And it's only once a week.

Off course it's just my luck that it started snowing here again yesterday.
I didn't let it bother me too much though.
I mean, it's not 25 inches or anything.

Anyway, it's been a long hard day.
And awefully cold too.
I've walked so much that my knee hurts.
But it wasn't all bad.
And now I kind of know the area so it won't take me 3 hours next week.

I hope...

At least I don't have trombosis in my leg, like poor T.
The girl can't catch a break.
She was doing a lot better since her accident, but her leg hurted so bad she went to the doctor today.
Who found out she's got bloodclogging in her leg.
So now she's have to inject herself with bloodthinning medicin and wear special supportsocks for the next six months.
Can you imagine being 18 and having to wear a special sock all summer?
I feel so bad for her.

But a thankfull that it isn't me.

All my other friends are celebrating carnaval this weekend down south, but I can't afford it.
And I don't really like caranaval either.
I hate that I'll be alone this weekend.
Saturday night in front of the t.v....








(James Morisson - Call The Police)

By Accident

I just got home from visiting my best friend T.

As I mentioned before she was in Africa and supposed to come back this friday, but she returned a week early.

Not like N. to suprise us, but because she was in a car-accident.

I know, that's horrible, I was in complete shock when I read her e-mail last saturday.

She was in a taxi somewhere in Senegal when the driver lost control of the car and they crashed.

Car accidents are one of the main causes of death to tourists in Africa.

The roades are crap, the cars are crap and the drivers are crap.

She had so much luck though, she's relatively unharmed.

Her leg has a giant cut in it and she has stitches on her forehead.

But she's mostly just bruised and she has troubles moving, cause her muscles took a huge blow.

And she has hardly energy, so I couldn't stay very long.

She described everything really bad, but the swelling in her face subsided, so now it's just greenisch and her right eye lookes like a 4 year old goth girl put make-up on it.

Everything aside it was great to see her again, even though I couldn't hug her it was amazing to just sit and chat.

And she still has her spirit, she was mostly bummed out, cause now she has to wait another before she can go out again.

Amazing :)

I love her...

( Jamiroquai - Love Foolosophy )

Till We Meet Again

My friend N. returned from New York last week and decided not to tell us.
Apparently she had been planning it since december, cause she thought it'd funny to suprise us.
I was allready wondering for the past weeks when she'd come back, but I did'n't ask her.
In fact, I'm such a good friend that I hadn't talked to her for a month or so.
Not that I didn't want to, I just kept forgetting to e-mail her.
Anyway, it was a great suprise.
It's so awesome to see her again and she's got these amazing stories to tell.
Right now she's trying to decide wether to go back next month.
Her millionair boyfriend (that kind of stuff only happends to her) bought her a plane ticket, because he want's her to come back.

She only wants to come if he gets her an appartment and a job first.

Just to be sure she won't be depending on his charity.

And she isn't sure she likes him enough too.

I'm curious to see what she'll decide.

And N. isn't my only returned friend. My best friend T. is coming back from Senegal next week and I'm so excited.

As fun as it is to have N. back, I missed T. more.

She's my party-buddy and the one I go to when I'm bored.

We can sit in her kitchen for hours eating cookies, drinking tea and completely analysing the past weekend.

I really missed her, so I can't wait to see her again and hug her senseless.

It's really a roullette with my friends this year.

Everytime one persons comes back another one goes away.

As N. and T. come home, S. is going off to Ghana in two weeks.

And in two months I'll be in Italy.

The only one who stays all year is M.

She wanted to go to New Sealand or Russia, yeah those two have nothing in common whatsoever, but she can't come up with the money.

She can't save anything.

And besides that she wants to go to Dramaschool next year, so all her time and money are spend on auditions.

And her new boyfriend.

It's a good thing though that not everybody's gone at the same time, I'd be bored out of my mind.

Now there's allways someone to hang out with or party with.

Even without T., though it's not as much fun.

I'm still having job and money issues and I'm really bummed that I can't go anywhere.

I kind of wanted to go back to Hamburg for a week or so and visit friends in different towns, but I can't afford it.

Oh well, at least I'm going to Italy, I can't wait.

This cold weather is staring to piss me off.

I constantly have a cold, it sucks.

(Racoon - Love you more)

Holy Mother Of All That's Sweet

I just thought I'd be fun to check where 'next page' get's me now.
You know, that little thing in the top corner of your screen that you never use, that takes you to a related weblog.
I think it's funny just to see in what category my weblog is.
I tried it before and it got me to all these wierd bookreview pages.
Seriously, why do so many people write weblogs about other peoples books.
Dont'get me wrong, I have nothing against books or useless weblogs (mine isn't that interesting).
But why, oh why, so many?
And most importantly, why am I amongst those?
I hate bookreviews. I judge books on it cover and I haven't writen a report since Highschool.
I was a little shocked.

Either way, I decided to try it again today and guess what...
I landed on some incredibly impressive pastry pages.
Seems like they categorise you on the topic of your last post, cause I only wish I could bake like those people.
I'm suprised my keyboard still works, cause I drowled all over it.
No just kidding, but hey were some gorgeous pictures of cupcakes and frosting.

I love those kind of cookbook pictures that make food look like art.
Though mine never resemble them.
I'm a good cook though.
I'm only eighteen, but I think it's save to say that I have a talent for cooking and baking.
Some of that might have to do with the fact that I love eating as well.
There's something about good food that can just make my day.

I only wish I had the supplies to make those kind of amazing looking cakes and cupcakes.
Too bad, I'll just have to do with great tasting, but plain looking food.
And maybe someday, there'll be people drowling over pictures of my pastry.
Would be awesome.

So, try the 'next page' button.
Either from my page, very recommendable.
Or from your own, and check out where you're categorised.





(Kelis - Milkshake)

If Even Baking Doesn't Help

I love baking.
I don't know why, but I have a thing for food that's oven baked.
There's something about baking that comforts me and off course, it smells great!

So that's why I was baking jelly filled muffins yesterday even though I'm ill.
I thought I'd try as some kind of therapy.
It didn't really help though, because I can't really taste anything due to my severe cold.

It sucks being sick, especially because I haven't been healthy for that long.
I don't usesully get sick and I had the swineflu in Hamburg.
It's not fair.
Though I'm doing a lot better allready.
I still have a mean cough and my head's filled with bugger, I don't have fever.
On the other hand I'm also on my period so I'm completely exhausted.
Bad thing never come alone I guess.

Hm.. I'm wondering if saying that I'm on my period in a weblog is kind of tacky.
Oh well, you don't know who I am and it's all natural after all.

My job search hasn't had a lot of result yet.
Bloody recession.
I left my CV in a shoe store in town that's hiring, but I haven't heard from them yet.
And I applied for a job as receptionist, but they needed someone for at least three months and I'm leaving in two so that didn't work out either.

I'm definitly starting to get frustrated, I have to make some more money and I'm starting to get very bored.
Oh, life sucks from time to time.





(Caro Emerald - A Night Like This)

Get The Job Done

As you all know, I've been searching for a job.
And I hate it.

In this little town I live there's just nothing for young girls with no actual training.
I have a highschool diploma, but that doesn't get you anywhere.

I'm finally feeling the results of the economic-crisis and it sucks!

There's just noone who hires through a jobagency anymore.
And that's exactly how I want to work.
A little light administrative work, you know.

My mom is starting to get on my case about earning some of my own money and doind something beside sitting at home all day.
She's got a point, but it's not like I don't want to work.
I just don't want to work at a supermarket again.
Or something crappy like that.

So, today I'm going to sign in with a couple more agencies.
And yesterday I saw a shoestore that was looking for salespeople.
Guess I could try that.
I kind of like shoes.

I'm a girl, duh.

I'm working on the sitting around thing too.
Tommorow I'll be visiting some friends in college.
That'll be fun!

And I have to write a letter of motivation to the University.
I want to study Liberal Arts and Sciences next year and they have a personal procedure.
So, I'll be working on a at least one page essay on why I want to study that.
Which sucks.
I could write it in 3 or 4 lines, but I don't think they'll go for that.
I'm gonna have to write some crap around it.

Also very good news:
I am definitly going to Italy!

Yes, I finally organised the whole thing.

I'll be doing a languagecourse in Florence from 29-03 till 22-05.
I'm so excited!

But now I definitly have to earn money, because it's kind of expensive.
The important thing is that I'm going though.






(Coldplay - The Scientist)

Bored...

Boredom is starting to take me over.
Which is like a downward spiral to me.
As soon as I don't really have something to do, I get bored.
And when I'm bored there's nothing I want to do anymore.
Leading to even more boredom.

So, this week I've been sitting at home doing pretty much nothing.
Looking for a job, but I'm kind of half-assing it.
There's plenty of things to do, like cleaning out my room or going to the gym.
But I just don't feel like it.
Instead I've watched the entire first season of Glee.
Which is amazing, by the way.

Okay, I'll clean up today.
I have to, I can't really see the floor in my room anymore.
And than... I don't know.
Watch some t.v. I guess...









(Waylon - Wicked Way)

New Year's Resolutions

I can never stick to my resolutions.
I have no selfdiscipline.
I'm a lazy ass.
Then again, one of them just is impossible.
You see, you can't starting to drink less on New Year's Eve.
That's insane.
And once you broke one, why even try the others, right.
I always have the same resolutions:

1) work-out more
2) stop eating so much candy
3) drink less alcohol
4) work harder
5) actually organise stuff I want

I don't think I've ever been able to see any of those through for longer than a week.
A little sad, but I don't really care that much.
For instance, I drank a lot on New Year's.

There goes resolution #3.
Not that I got drunk. I drank twice what my friends drank and still I was the only one who was remotely sober.

In an attempt to eat away my light hangover, I had a lot of left-over christmas cookies.
Not my fault, they are just way to good.
Exit #2.

I didn't go to the gym today, but watched Glee instead.
#1

I'm sure the other two of my resolutions won't make it to the end of next week.
Who needs 'em anyway...

So, good luck to all of you in 2010 and hopefully you made some better resolutions than I did.






(Gym Class Heroes - Cookie Jar)