I kid you not. It has been freezing for WEEKS and I have a mosquito that has decided to winter in my room.

I want to kill something right now, and that thing is not just the mosquito.

I have a serious lack of girl friends. I just figured that out ten minutes ago. Approximately 10 seconds after I had a crazy idea. Probably the craziest idea I’ll ever have. (Never mind the fact that I’ve been thinking about getting three tattoos.)

This crazy idea is the reason I need a girl friend. I need to talk to someone who will get this crazy idea out of my head, and to be honest I don’t really trust any of my other friends enough to tell them. Which is stupid, I know, but a valid point since the crazy idea involves another one of my friends.

So… Yeah… I have three options, none of which are very useful. I could a) get drunk and forget all about this crazy idea (problem: I don’t drink) b) call one of my friends and embarrass myself (problem: I don’t know if said friend is in the country right now) or c) go through with this crazy idea and potentially embarrass myself even more than with option b.

Since I am now officially screwed, and this blog entry isn’t making any more sense to me than it is to you, I think I’ll go with option c. I can always go for option a when option c really does embarress the hell out of me.

Yesterday I had the worst luck I have ever had in all my time of travelling with public transport. It was even worse than the time I missed the first bus I wanted to take and the one I wanted to take instead of the one I missed didn’t show up, as did the one I wanted to take to replace the second one.

So what happened? Well, I haven’t been to the city centre in quite a while, since I was on study break for my exams. Turns out they have been doing some work at several bus stops. After my bio exam I walk to the bus stop, very confident that I’ll be able to catch the bus on time, and when I get there the bus stop has been moved, and I don’t know where, because I can’t read the sign.
So I walk to my second choice bus stop. I always never take the bus from there because it’s on the other end of the city centre, and I’m not a fan of walking. Nearby is a book store and since I have some time to kill before the bus comes I wander in there. When I do eventually get to the bus stop there’s no one there. Very suspicious, so I look at the bus stop sign, and it turns out this one is also moved. This time I can read the sign, and it turns out I have to walk even further.

When I do eventually get on a bus and make it home, I’m home and hour later than I would have liked… >.<

And then there’s the icing on the cake: When I get home my sister is all: ,,Oh didn’t you know that the bus is rerouted to stop directly in front of the school?”

AAAARRGH.

I have concluded something important today: my brother can be a massive jerk. I already knew my sister could be completely insensitive, but for some reason I did not expect my brother to be so too.

You see, I fell off a horse again today. Which hurts, whatever other people say, falling off of horses whose back (the one you sit on when you ride) is almost as high up from the ground as the top of your head when standing up, does hurt like a bitch.

So, when I come home, obviously troubled with walking, because, you know, I did fall on my hip, which is the hinge of the whole walking construction, I really don’t appreciate to be met with a remark that basically says: oh, suck it up.

Because even though my brother thinks it may be the same, getting a field hockey ball to the back of your leg does not equate to falling of a 1.60 m horse in mid canter.

I will never understand people who get all defensive when I say that I’m not on the Dutch facebook, because I think it’s a silly application.

I don’t understand all the fuss about the facebook, or anything that is even remotely like facebook. Nor do I understand why flickr is so great, or del.ico.us, or tumblr, or name any other web 2.0 application. They are things to use. You are not supposed to rave about them, or give them cuddly names, or worship them, like some people are apparently doing.

The one thing I honestly don’t understand though, is why people get so goddamn defensive. ‘It’s so easy to find people,  even if you only know their first name! You can get in touch with anyone!’ One of the arguments used by a friend of mine, who thought it would be a great idea if I joined.

He probably never even considered, that maybe, that is the reason I don’t want to join. I don’t want to be found by people I haven’t talked to in ages, I don’t want to be in some kind of popularity contest with the whole world to see how many friends I can get.

Screw facebook. I prefer real people. (Or chatting )

Some of you may know that I am in Grammar School (you can read it on my about page, actually). Grammar school is one of the two highest ( THE highest in my opinion) form of highschool in my country. People that go to grammar school are very smart usually.

Which is why I’m sometimes spooked when I hear about the things my generation talks about, for instance, when my friends and I are having a heated discussion about organ donation, a few rows behind me people who are equally as smart as I, and probably even smarter, are talking about something else entirely. Are you sitting down? They are talking about: Tyra Banks, and shock, shock, horror, gasp, TWILIGHT.

Seriously, if these are supposed to be the smartest people in the country, I fear for my future, I really do. Especially because some of them want to become doctors.

Yes, I do. I hate hypocrisy. Certain types of hyprocrisy, I can understand. Like, telling your kids not to try smoking because it’s addictive, when you have been a smoker for years, or for instance…
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Yeah, that’s basically it.

What I can’t understand however, is the kind of hypocrisy that allows someone to repeatedly lecture me on how I never take any breakfast, when they are eating crap, every. single. day. The person in question eats white bread every single day, at every meal where you’d normally eat bread (breakfast and lunch), and I always eat whole wheat bread. Seriously, not cool.

I know I should eat breakfast, but I can’t eat anything until I’ve been up at least an hour or two, and I’m not getting up at 5.30 when I have to leave for school at 7.30, just so I can eat breakfast. That would be beyond insane.

So, point of this entry:
I hate people telling me what not to do, when they are doing it too!

(Ps: Rants might be much and not very far apart. I need to take out my frustration on the intertubes.)

Here in Holland we have a very nice tradition, we light Fireworks on New Years Eve. You can buy it in stores weeks in advance, or rather, you can aqcuire it illegally, weeks in advance, lawfully you should only be able to buy it as of today.

Therefore much to my surprise, the banging and sizzling and more banging of fireworks started two weeks ago. On what would have been, what should have been a very nice and quiet evening. You see, you can only legally light fireworks on the last day of the year. From about 10.00 to 02.00 on new years day. Some people apparently feel that not lighting any fireworks till then is damaging to their social status, so they light it before it is legally allowed.

It really didn’t surprise me when they started lighting fireworks two weeks ago. What did surprise me however, is the fact that the two police officers who live on my street have neglected to do anything about it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that the fireworks lighters should be fined, but at the very least they should get a formal warning, or at least, something, to ensure the rest of the rest of the citizens on this street.

Honestly it is bad enough that we have to keep the cat in on New Years Eve and New Years day, but if we have to start worrying about her safety long before that, I might just put something exploding up someone’s ass.

Yes people, it’s bulleted list time! A lot of things have been going on in my live lately, especially school, so here goes:

• My final project (which you’ll be hearing a lot more of) is setting off.. We have two months to complete it and so far we have done a lot of research, but nothing that actually involves something in a lab or a workplan for doing stuff in a lab…
  For example: I spent my afternoon researching various anti conception pills…
• I have a researching dossier due next week. (We are supposed to write an essay on the topic of that dossier two weeks from now) Only I haven’t got the article I’m supposed to research because I’ve been ill on Tuesday and Wednesday and the girl that has my article was ill Thursday and Friday… It’s going to be a rush job.. >.<
• Due to me being sick on Tuesday I missed my chemlab, and now I have to do it some other time.. Very inconvenient…

And then on a brighter note:
It’s my birthday next week! Wednesday to be precise, I turn seventeen Feel free to send me gifts .

Guess who’s THIS close to murdering her host?

Yeah, you guessed right. I AM! I have spent the entire afternoon and evening trying to get my pretty permalinks to work. Needless to say that if they worked I wouldn’t be so pissed right now. Even the snippet provided by my actual host doesn’t work. It’s infuriating!

If I can’t sort it out when I call them tomorrow I’m switching hosts.