This morning, I spent the better part of my first period (free) walking from point A to point B with buckets. Buckets filled with water. Point A being a classroom, point B a pond thing, that was put in a shed behind the school.
I’m not joking either, because I did it to help a friend of mine who desperately needed it filled for a project. Something to do with a boat. I won’t go in to particulars, because it might very well be boring, and well… I don’t know them .

Oh, and say hi to Clem, who’s postcard from Quebec has invaded my country, my home, and now my blog!

How does one go from having absolutely nothing to blog about, to having six billion ideas? Seriously, now that I’ve started to write blog entry ideas down, I suddenly have a whole lot to choose from.
Including showing the thing that I write it down in. Lo and behold my gorgeous paper blank.

I got it from a friend of mum, she comes to visit once a year, and always brings us something for our birthdays. The book is just brilliant, it has neatly spaced lines, and it closes with a magnet
Blogging is a breeze nowadays

Every Friday or Saturday for about four years now, I’ve been going to stables about 30 km from my house to go horseback riding. Tonight was one of those evenings.

The weather was gorgeous, it was just a little bit windy. Turned out that what I’d call a little bit windy, is actually very, very scary when combined with black plastic. One of the horses thought it was really scary, and made a run for it. The horse I was riding was startled by the other horse, and made a run for it as well.

And here I am typing this. Extremely butt hurt. Not only because I fell of what is probably the tamest horse in the stables, but because I am literally butt hurt. As in: my butt hurts, amongst other things, like my neck and my back.

I can assure you, falling flat on your back from something that’s a metre and a half high, is not a pleasant experience.
(Especially not when your pants tear in the process, and your underpants are exposed for the whole world to see.)

My mum has recently ‘acquired’ a copy of The Rosetta Stone (or something like it). It’s a lovely program that lets you learn all kinds of different languages.
The problem is, however, that there are so many languages that I have no idea which one I should start with! Spanish? Welsh? Japanese? Swahili? Chinese? I’m absolutely spoilt for choice, and I don’t see it getting any better either.

Now, my question to you is, which language do you think I should study. You’re not limited to the four I listed up there, and which ever gets the most votes, I’ll start learning after my testweek, and I’ll keep you updated on the progress I’m making!

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?