Day 53 - Part 2 - Storm in my room.

I wish my dad would fix my window. It's cold in here, gaps by my window, wind blowing in. I've got all these scarfs and shawls gathered in my windowframe to keep out the worst, which kinda sucks, because my room isn't getting any prettier. And now I'm sitting here surrounded by cold air and wind and creepy noises and I've got my toed pressed against the heater and I'm pretending to be deaf and NOT cold... Which, to be honest, is actually working out pretty good.
But my dad's sending me off too bed, and my eyes are drooping, and even Dennis is telling me to go, and I DON'T want to.
Gonna go anyway, I think.

Good night everybody.

Day 53 - Part 1 - Making Wishes

http://www.esprit.com/
I did that some time ago, I wonder if anyone's able to find me ;)
Anyways, this morning was Christmas breakfast at school, which was nice, though all I ate was unhealthy (apart from this one mandarine which doesn't make up for anything AT ALL), and then when my class was wrapping things up, Anita dragged me along to her class, where I spend another hour of two doing weird games and having fun.
Then I drove home with Alice, and decided to go over to her place, cycling through some cold wetness that wasn't realy fog and wasn't really rain and wasn't really drizzle. It was weird.
I REALLY like her family. It's crazy and weird and random and her sister and brother are, like, WILD, and her father's funny and her mom kinda keeps everyone together, but she has fun too. It's a funcional family, with just about the same craziness level as me.
AND, it's cold enough outside to blow clouds of breath. Which I was worried about, since it wasn't for a long time and I'm usually freezing, no metter where I am.
Dinner now ^^

Day 51 - Part 2 - Regrets.

Never had them, never will.
Well, that's not true, but I'll never regret sending my letter to Dennis <3

Day 51 - Part 1 - Party Time

Lots and lots of them ^^
For one, today's Diana's birthday, she's 17 now, so congrats to her.
Second, I'm having my period. Which isn't that much iof a party at all, it hurts and it's VERY annoying, but after loosing so much weight, I'm very gald my body still works normally.
Third, I gained another half a kilo, so I'm happy about that.
And forth, SCHOOL'S OVER! I had my last day of lessons today, and I won't have anymore classes for the rest of 2011 (which, I know, lasts about two more weeks, but it's awesome anyway).
Also, we have to write an essay on "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak (consider reading it, REALLY), and I let Barbara read my introduction, and she thought it was good, so I let my teacher read it too, and he thought it was so good that he make this other girl read it. And she tought is was good as well, so she read the other one and a half paragraph I've written, just to get an idea of what an essay should look like. And my former essays (in the last threee years) sucked big time, so I'm very proud of myself.
And lastly, I finished my letter to Dennis. I'm just about to leave to post it, and it's awesome. Oh, and Dennis, there's a little surprise. I bet it's not as expensive as those super cute chocolates (which I still think of as a waste to eat), but it's cool anyways ^^
So now I'm off to post the letter and get peanutbutter and nutella for tomorrow's Christmas breakfast at school.
Cooking tonight! :D

Day 50 - Part 2 - Screwed up fun.

I like celebrating Hannukah... Until my mom sends me off to put my little sister to bed and she doesn't want to so we start this fake fight and have a lot of fun until a door accidentally slams into her face and my mom comes up yelling at me all over while it wasn't my fault that we were being wild in the first place.
Anyways, I'd better be going off to bed now, before my parents start to kill me for real. I love you all ^^

Day 50 - Part 1 - Back online.

My internet has been failing for almost 3 days, but my dad fixed it now ^^
So, life's been kinda boring in here. I've got no homework because of the Christmas break coming up, my room needs a cleaning, which I'm working on, but it's not keeping my mind real busy, the internet was out, I've got no money, I'm out of books and I don't have inspiration to draw or design. In short, my life kinda sucks big time right now.
Also, Dennis isn't online, and i miss him like crazy, so I guess I'm going off to ppg now to nag and break people's heads about him ;)

Day 47 - Part 2 - I love my phone.

Well, actually I like the person on the other side of it. I seriousely got the sweetest message ever. Of course, i've seen it passing by in varying forms quite often, but never from my love, Gah, I love Dennis so much. I wish I could make time pass fast, and then let it stand still forever.
But well, those kind of big wishes don't really come true.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAPtTS0TYtU&feature=fvst

Day 47 - Part 1 - Too tired.

Oh, fine, Dennis is right, my body DOES need sleep. I went to bed around 00.30, and I woke up at 12, but I'm just so tired. Too tired to do anything. With that, having to make a history file and learning German doesn't really keep me awake either. Better to say, I'm slumping my my chair and trying my best to keep my eyes open. But I think my friend's here, so I'll be off now. Enjoy this picture in the mean time ;)

Day 46 - Part 7 - Tell me all about it.

Day 46 - Part 6 - Movies.

I just watched Disney's Up (loveitloveitloveit) and the biggest part of Underworld (3 I think, it was about that Victor guy killing his daughter), and after that, all I could think was: Luckily I've got a father who'll let me live, even if I break all his rules and get hooked up with some crazy loving German guy, because, erm, I did.

Day 46 - Part 5 - World-famous

Just to give you an idea of who is reading (or, actually, to give myself an idea, though I can see the stats), this is most of the countries that have been viewing my blog (at least one person just once). I think that's just pretty amazing ^^

The Netherlands
Germany
France
Morocco
Brazil
Czech Republic
Sweden
Finland
The USA
Canada
England
Russia
Estonia
Poland
Denmark
Norway
Malta

Day 46 - Part 4 - My nails are getting too long.

Wow. I never though I'd ever say that. I've been biting my nails for years and years, and then three months ago, I suddenly stopped. So now I've got huge nails, because I don't want to cut them because I'm so proud of the length. The only problem is, I can't really tekst anymore and just now I've broken of a chunk of my cookie, and I hurted myself because my nail pinched me :O
Oh, and I'm eating my entire chocolate savings, so that's bad... Though I don't mind gaining some weight ;)

Day 46 - Part 3 - Making new friends.

So, on ppg, where I "met" Dennis, I think just about everyone knows about us. I'm on chat right now, and I keep getting messages from people that they're happy for us, talking about all kinds of things I can't remember telling them. So either Dennis told them, or people are actually reading this. It's quite awesome, though, finally being able to alk about it with people, without having to make sure no one's listening. I guess I love ppg ^^

Day 46 - Part 2 - Loving Live.

Live is the name of a band, yes. I have to explain that all the time. But they're AMAZING. I mean, listen. *blown away*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpCa7Ay596M&ob=av2n

Oh, and it's freezing in here, my teeth are shattering all the time. My dad needs to fix my windows pronto. It almost feels like I'm outside :(

Day 46 - Part 1 - Writing a Bestseller.

I call it "Breaking Boundaries"...
Just because that could be a suitable title for any kind of book ;)

I went off to search someone who’d believe me. To find the one who could see the possibilities. I decided that my life was not only too boring, but also too empty to live. Every now and then, I’d have great days – hanging around with my friends, having a party, doing something big. I’d stay up all night, fall asleep in an unknown house, after being with an unknown woman. I’d be drunk, hooked up, hung over and worn out. I’d have forgotten all about my perfect day, my wonderful night, and all I’d be remembering is how the hell I’d be getting home, without money or a car. All that’s ever left is the bittersweet aftertaste of knowing you did something memorable, but forgetting what exactly you did.
I had bad days too. Actually, most of my days were terrible, sitting behind a weathered desk inside a grey office, day in, day out, sorting papers without noticing what they were about, making calls with annoyed people, trying my best not to fall asleep and be in time. I had an angry boss, bored colleagues, long hours and too much spare time, which I spend behind my computer, playing virtual card games and listening to the bad music that my neighbouring colleague send me by e-mail. I used to have a book or two scattered around the place, but since I’m not much of a reader, I took them back home again to leave them slouching in one of my empty shelves.
My house, too, was nothing spectacular. I had a tiny apartment, on the ninth floor of a building without elevators, consisting of an open kitchen, a joined bedroom and bathroom, and a two-part living room. The floor was wooden, the walls were white, and the roof leaked. In the living room I had an old, grey sofa, an old-fashioned TV on an empty wooden box, two half-empty open cupboards with a couple of unread books, a few candles, two or three CD’s, a radio, a small toolkit and some empty bottles of wine, a wooden table with a broken computer on it, a lamp, some windows and two chairs. The kitchen was even emptier, with only the basics for cooking and three plates. My fridge was filled up with beer, a carton of milk, some meet and a salad. Rice was installed on the kitchen unit, there were some food rests on the floor, the trash bin was loaded and a dirty pan was placed in the sink. The bedroom had a single bed, a tiny wardrobe, a bedside table, two lamps and a hole where once a door was placed to enter the bathroom. The bathroom had a shower with broken tiles and some green stuff on the walls, a sink, a mirror on a cupboard and the smallest window I’ve ever seen. Everything I needed to survive.
I had no girlfriend, no siblings, no pets and no goal. My parents were sweet and caring, but old and imprisoned in a house for the elderly, locked up in a room with bright pink walls, a green carpet and lots of old people in wheelchairs. I used to visit them once a week, but by that time it had faded to once every two months. In the weekends, I spend all day in the “park”, a big garden with a small pond, a few trees and some benches, surrounded by flats and other big, ugly buildings. I sat there whole days, feeling the sun on my skin or watch people walk by. I ran a few laps to keep up my health, and then walked back home. And when it rained, I sat at home, on the sofa, watching TV, ordering pizza and going to bed early.
I kept telling myself that I needed a hobby. But after working from 8 to 10, I was too tired to think of anything. And the weekends were too lazy to even imagine thinking of a hobby. Even my holidays, spend on the campsite just outside town, were no inspiration for me to ever make something of my life. And all the while I was just repeating the same pattern, earning more money than I ever needed, spending lonely days at home, falling asleep late, getting up late, boring weeks and lazy weekends. It was the kind of life even the most uninteresting person on the Earth would think of as boring. And when even my best friend told me I wasn’t getting any better this way, I decided this was it. I reached my bottom, the end of the fall. That one day, calling my best friend to ask him about his life, I turned my world around. I made the best decision of my life.

Day 44 - Part 1 - Pull yourself together.

So my mom and I just had this long conversations about me not doing anything, and I must say, it's true, and now we decided to do something about it together, after me bursting into tears and being unable to speak a word. Now I have to go shut my computer down, because that'd be the first step. I probably won't, just feeping open Facebook and iTunes, though my mom might get real mad at me for that. But for now, I'm off designing.

Oh, and I decided to write a bestseller, just because I want to. It's looking great for now, one page introduction already and way to go. I have absolutely no idea WHAT it is I'm writing about, though. Usually I come up with an idea, then work it out and strand somewhere, but this time I just started on it blank. I just typed, and I have no idea at all what the story will be about. It feels awesome, making things up as I go, but not knowing what comes next. I might even finish it, for a first. And I might put up some parts on here if I feel like it. But until then, you guys just have to wait until it's in stores, for I am writing a bestseller. ;)

Day 43 - Part 1 - Slow internet and a lazy day.

Now that my internet is sort of fixed, I'm all ready and set to go typing again, though it's still VERY slow.
So, today was a really lazy day for me. I usually start around 9 in the morning on Wednesdays, but today the first two classes were cancelled, so I got to until 9.30, because I only had to be in school at 11 *miniparty*. Of course, as always happen to me, I was on the verge of being late. But, I did have a great time this morning playing dress-up with myself, meaning me deciding to go for a festival look (T-shirt, little make-up, loads of braceletts, a ponytail, extra necklases) in the middle of the winter. Which actually turned out to be pretty awesome ^^
I also had to go the the hospital today, to the surgeon, where I waited for, like, an hour to be looked at for not even 5 minutes. Anyways, I need to get yet ANOTHER surgeory. The fifth one. -.-'
Which, as it might seem, is really not so bad at all, because it's very tiny, and I only have to walk with sticks for about a week (allow me to explain, my toe has been inflamed off and on for the last two years, because my toenail kept growing into my flesh). The only shitass thing is, that I need to get two needle pricks first. Not that I'm any kind of afraid of needles and stuff, I mean, I keep punching holes in my fingers when I sew stuff, and I hardly even feel it anymore, the only reason I check on my fingers is to make sure therewon't be any blood on the fabric, because it's near to impossible to get blood out, but these needles are HELL. They have to go straight into my bone, to make sure I don't get all soft and week all over my body, which already hurts more than just a normal needle in your arm, but it's also in my foot, the place that is the most sensitice to that kind of stuff (though you might not think so).
So, I've got a perfect day off hell coming up, three days after 2012 has started. *hateshateshates*
And right now my internet seems to be failing me again, so I'll just cut off right here and try again tomorrow.
I love you guys ^^

Day 42 - Part 1 - Failing internet.

So, my internet is REALLY slow, and has been gone for two days, which explaines my not-writing. I'm sorry guys :(
I kinda got to go now, fashionclass in a few. I'll write more tomorrow, promise.

Oh, and Dennis, I think we rule at temporarily solutions ^^

Day 39 - Part 3 - So true.