Remember last years New Year Resolution? Yeah. That didn’t happen.

I had a lot to deal with this last year, so I didn’t blog much, but to be honest I hardly remember what happened xD. I went to Rome ofcourse, and I went on holiday. I graduated fifth grade without fail grades.

After that things get kind of hazy. Ofcourse I had summer holidays and I went to Germany and Denmark. I saw Wild Child in the theatre for my birthday, and I had a very stressful autumn dealing with the project that I have come to hate.

In balance I think the year was a slightly more bad than good. But it was an okay-ish year. See ya in the next one!

That sad, hollow feeling I’ve written about before is back. Obviously it has something to do with my period, as it is due to start on sunday ro monday, slap bang in the middle of my testweek.

The most annoying thing about this sad hollow feeling is not the feeling itself, but the total lack of empathy it comes with. Someone could tell me right now that they were cured of cancer, and all I could come up with would be: ‘Good for you.’

The only thing one can do on a day like this is take a long warm shower and god to bed early. Which is exactly what I will do.
Hopefully I’ll be in better spirits tomorrow.

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.

Two days ago, something happened. Something that made my dad all excited and very happy:
The Belgium government went into crisis.

Now, don’t take this the wrong way if you happen to be from Belgium. My dad does not think your prime minister is an idiot, or that your country is stupid. He just appreciates the entertainment value of such a thing.
Back when you were having your fights about BHV (Brussels-Halle-Vilvoorde), my dad watched it intently on TV and he followed it throughout newspapers, and on teletext.

For those of you who aren’t in the know: The Belgium Government went into crisis on Thursday, when the news was released that Yves Leterme had tried to influence the judicial system on the Fortis trial. Ofcourse this is not allowed, seeing how Belgium has division of the three systems and all that. Immediately people started yelling for his resignation.
There were heated debates in parliament, and an endless show of Villa Politica (the program that broadcasts live from both the Flemish and the Federal parliament).
Yesterday, Yves Leterme finally took his letter of resignation to the king, and the dicision now lies with the king.

My dad followed all of this on tv, and he found it to be very enjoyable. These kind of crises, when you’re not one of the people affected can really only be regarded as a spectator sport.

Today I found out something terrible. Something you always expect to happen to someone else. You hear about these things, but somehow you think that it can’t be! Well, it can apparently.

If I spooked you with that opening paragraph, don’t worry, it’s nothing quite as horrible as an immediate death in the family, or someone getting ill, but on a day to day world surviving scale it’s pretty bad. Are you ready to hear it?

My sister can’t boil an egg to save her life.

She can make apple pies, and quite lovely ones at that, she can make baked  potatoes, and she can cook potatoes pretty decently, but she can’t cook an egg. It’s funny how you just assume that something you have been doing for years, and quite well, is something someone that’s only 2 years your junior can’t do.

Like I said, in the grand scheme of things something like this is probably not a problem. However, when you have to take 15 boiled eggs to school for a Christmas breakfast and your parents aren’t able to help you, this just became a very big problem.