You might think that after the last shopping experience I had with my little sister, I would not go again (we went to four different shoe stores and she tried on dozens and dozens of shoes before she finally found something she liked).
You’re wrong.
I did go shopping with my sister again, though to be fair, at first it wasn’t for her, but for my little brother. He needed new shoes, and we went to a cheap, but decent shoe store. Anyway, since male shoes aren’t exactly my thing my little sister and I hit the shoe isles that were meant for women. My sister really wanted a pair of black ballerinas, and after my parents were done with my brother they came to join us. They discussed whether she needed new shoes for a few minutes, and then decided she did. The only problem with shoe shopping for my little sister is, that she’s really picky. She also has a different view on shoes than my parents do, so they often end up squabbling about it.
About a dozen and a half shoes later we ended up leaving the store, because she hadn’t found anything she liked that my parents agreed to pay for. (She didn’t get any shoes, and my parents are re-evaluating if she needs them.) I, however, did find two pairs of shoes I liked, and they were cheap!
These are the shoes my parents paid for. I, or rather they, got a 50% discount. Which is pretty good, don’t you think?
This is the pair I paid for myself, also 50% off 
My little brother thinks they’re “Hooker Heels”, but then again, my little brother is so narrow minded that I could probably use his mind for doing titrations, instead of the equipment provided by the chemistry department. 
It’s most important that I like them, and I do, although they’re my highest heels yet, and I’ll probably need to learn to walk in them first.
No, I didn’t come back from Rome all different and “better”. This change in to the “new” me has been going on for a while now. In January I got a pair of brand new glasses, and I haven’t had an opportunity to show them off here, though I did post pictures on Snark. And Friday I went to the hairdressers, because I wanted something new with my hair. I wanted something different because I got bored.
Pictures of my hair before the haircut:
Can you see the new glasses? I had ordinary black frames before, these are orange and brown. I still have my old glasses, and I still wear them sometimes.
Pictures of me after the haircut:
Don’t mind the greasy look of my hair. The hairdresser put some wax in it to style it. I usually wear my hair “au naturel”. Overall I’m quite pleased :). Though it’s difficult to get the side fringe right.
So, do you like what you see? 
You won’t see me around for a week, because I’ll be in Rome :D. We’re going with school, and I’m all set and ready to go:
- Aisling is safely tucked away in my suitcase to be left somewhere in Rome.
- My suitcase is all packed, and weighs less than the 20 kilos we were allowed to take (only 10 actually).
- My hand luggage is packed, and weighs only slightly more than it was supposed to (6.1 kilos), but all my food’s in there, so I suspect it’ll weigh less by the time we get to the airport
- my phone is charged, I have enough credit (prepaid).
- Both my camera batteries are charged, and my card is totally empty (loads of pictures ;))
- My address list is complete, and I’m going to send cards to about 16 people, including Rachael en Amanda.
I’m scared shitless that I’ll lose my money, or that it’s going to be stolen, so *crosses fingers*, wish me luck!
See ya in eight days!
Tonight the first instalment of:
*ding ding ding*
How to annoy your little sister!
Though I’m sure many of you already know how to do this, I wanted to share my methods with you anyway.
Required:
One little sister (or multiple if you prefer, but I think one to start with is enough, other wise you might get overpowered!)
One self.
This is pretty much all you need :).
Situation:
Little sister tells all about how she has a crush on someone but he doesn’t have a crush on her. (Blablabla). Then she tells you about how this guy has a crush on her and she only likes him as a friend. There’s your cue: start singing My Boo by Usher ft. Alicia Keys. (you know, the one that goes: There will always be one person.. etc.)
Instant Succes!
As I was cycling to the store this afternoon I encountered some kids playing on the road.
(I really like the fact that I live in the kind of place where kids can actually do that without getting run over)
Anyway, they were happily playing away with some balls, some were throwing them, some were playing football (or soccer, as the Americans say), when I came towards them I thought they were being polite by going out of my way. (After all they were playing in the road, and I believe a bicycle’s still privileged over a bunch of kids)
Except they weren’t. Yes, two of them disappeared onto the parking spaces with their ball, but they emerged seconds later, right in front of my bike.
And I said: ‘Out of my way. This is a street after all!’ They just looked at me, and went: ‘Nahnahnahnah’.
Even though I was completely within my rights to make them go out of my way, I still feel I crossed a line. I’d have been so pissed had a grown up said something like that to me.
I can’t believe I’m actually that person.
If I had the time I’d:
- Introduce all of you to my cat. I took some lovely and weird pictures of her over the past few weeks, and they are burning a hole in my harddrive. They can’t wait to be shown to someone.
- Write an amazing blog post on the most idiotic thing ever produced in The Netherlands. Just so you know. I loathe Geert Wilders, and do not agree with this film, and the majority of the people in The Netherlands don’t either!
- Tell you guys all about school, disappointments, and surprises. For instance my 90% on my Economics test. Decide for yourself whether I think it’s a disappointment or a surprise ;).
But Alas, I have work to do… My classical studies project need finishing, and my other homework has been neglected because of that..
See ya!
It’s me again. I’m back. Even though I promised myself I’d make a new lay for a new beginning, I didn’t quite have the time. Testweek ’s over , thank god, and now I can concentrate on my blog more.
Starting with a real one, as opposed to a message saying I’m back tomorrow. ttyl.
Yes, I’ll be gone for a couple of days/weeks hopefully it won’t turn into months. Sadly, it’s not a good reason like a trip to a sunny country either.
The reason is that I’m swamped with school stuff, and I really have to focus on that now. I don’t want to fail fifth grade. So I won’t be here, I won’t be at snark, and I won’t be checking my mail very often either. You have been warned.
See you when I see you!
Love.
Why do I hate joggers so much?
I suppose it is because of what they do: Jogging. I can’t muster up the energy, and I think I’m jealous.
Also because they look so ridiculous, and I’m not talking about their outfits. I’m talking about the looks on their faces: I’m so much better than you because I go jogging at a ridiculously early hour.
And last but not least: They do get in the way of my bike, they always expect anything and anyone to get out of their way, and I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have to be at school on time. You have time for this “hobby”. So you get out of my friggin’ way for a change. Go jogging somewhere else!
(Blogging from school again)
Every morning as I cycle to school I pass a park. It’s one of those parks that’s in the middle of the city, with houses all around it. It’s a quite large park, though you can’t really feel like you’re some place else, since it’s longer than it’s wide, so the houses are quite close by.
In this particular park, as in other parks I suppose, there are joggers, every morning there are joggers. Those morons with their sweatshorts (though they are sweatpants now that it’s winter), their white T-shirts, their headbands and their sneakers.
Some of them run for dear life, other ones are just as slow as your average snail. All of them have one thing in common though (apart from their clothes), I can’t stand a single one of them.
Jogging is one of those things that should be banned from that particular park, that early in the morning. No scratch that, it should be banned from that park every hour in the morning… and afternoon… and now I come to think about it, also every evening. It shouldn’t be allowed there at all!
People running in the early morning hours = not good! (But I think you got that xD)
