A huge load dropped of my shoulders Wednesday. Like the title says, I lost weight, just not in the literal sense. In the figure of speech sense though, I lost about a 100 kg of my shoulders.

That’s right: I handed in the final copy of my project. The project, that I have been mentioning for a while now on both my blog and Snark, is a huge deal. This project needs to be graded with a pass, or I can’t sit my exams. Handing in the final copy, even though it’s still only a black and white (the teacher that helps me and my partner with the project wants to catch out really big mistakes first), it is a final copy.

I really feel as though my efforts will be rewarded and the time I have put in (more than the required eighty hours, I do think) has paid off. I think we have a 99% chance of getting a pass grade on this, and even a good pass grade on this.

Now I can concentrate on other things, like my Dutch oral, and my physics resit, and most importantly, the one thing I need to concentrate on is relaxing. Because god knows I need some personal time.

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 )

I love cycling to school. When I first started doing it I left 1,5 before I had to be at school, to make sure that I got there on time, it seemed like such a long ride. Back then people always looked at me in amazement when I told them that I had to cycle 11 kilometres to school, although there were kids that cycled even more than that.

What then seemed to be a very long ride, now really isn’t. Not under the right circumstances anyway. In the morning it’s not so nice, especially in winter, because it’s cold and dark, and your body isn’t fully awake yet, but when you cycle from school to home it gets nicer. On a day like this it’s even better. A firm eastern wind, something that bothers me in the morning when I cycle to the east, is quite nice in the afternoon when I cycle west. The cold, really annoying in the morning, hardly bothers me in the afternoon because it’s way less cold. The dark is all gone in the afternoon, and on a cloudless day like today there’s a lot of sunshine.

All of these things are good for an amazing amount of energy. Making me cycle a lot faster.  If I want to go even faster, and thus be home sooner I add some nice upbeat music, and I just cycle, cycle, cycle away.

Cycling is definitely nice, especially because it allows you time to think about things. You can get a whole new outlook on life from one ride home. It can make you feel better just doing it.

How I love to cycle.

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.

Yesterday morning I had a very scary experience. You see my English class was put together with another English class, and the other class’s teacher was teaching us stuff about existentialism in The French Lieutenant’s Woman. Now I really liked the film, and I’ll probably like the book too, but what I don’t like is the incessant droning of teachers about books.

The scary part of yesterday morning was that after he opened his mouth, I listened for about five minutes, and then I sort of went of in a trance for 20 minutes. It was really… nice, I think you could say, because I could hear everything from his monologue, and still think about things I actually wanted to think about.

Now, classes go on for 60 minutes in my school, so you might wonder what I did for the rest of the class.
Easy, I solved a maths problem that was hanging on the wall . Which is why English is scary, because a class should not force you to occupy your time solving maths problems!

This is what I spent most of Friday afternoon doing:

We beamed it on the wall again (like we did with the heads), and now that it’s dry it looks even better!

The typical Dutch meal will exist of some kind of meat, potatoes and some kind of vegetable. This vegetable will most likely be boiled to death, meaning that it will be gross. Which is the only kind I can describe it really. These are three types of vegetable that I absolutely loathe boiled, but will quite happily eat raw, or made into a salad.

1. Cauliflower. Cauliflower is on my number one hitlist. When it’s boiled to death it is absolutely gross. All the sulfur that is in cauliflower has come out, and it gives the cauliflower the most horrible tast known to man. Or at least to me. xD
2. Cabbage. Cabbage has quite a nice taste when it’s in one of my mother’s salads, and I really don’t mind red cabbage, but the one thing I really loathe boiled is white cabbage. When it’s boiled it looses all of the structure it has, and all of it’s taste. Leaving me with a gross watery nearly slimy substance.
3. Chicory. My main objection is that it loses its taste, like cabbage does when it’s boiled, but another objection is that when it’s boiled it will look like wet toiletpaper. You can’t get any grosser than that.

Thankfully my mum can’t really stand boiled chicory either, and usually makes salad of it for me and her when she makes it, but the cabbage salad needs more preparation, and she hardly ever makes it . We eat the cauliflower regularly, and my dad likes it really soft, and boiled to death, so I have to eat it >.<.

Sometimes in the morning, you might regret things you did in the evening, whilst you were high on life.
These things may or may not include:

• Not blogging, and thus breaking your winning streak of over 20 days.
• Staying up until late, watching The Big Bang Theory.
  And last but not least:
• Asking out a guy you’ve never spoken to via e-mail….

I found out something quite sad through my mail today. My eyecandy is leaving .

You see, we had this cute IT intern at our school, and to get to the lift in the building also known as ‘K’ he had to walk by the spot where I always sit. Which gave me a good chance to look at him!
I found out however, that today was his last day here. I don’t know why he e-mailed it though, he didn’t seem very social, just very quiet.

That kinda made him less appealing, but I won’t be too sad that he’s leaving, because he ended his e-mail with a bad joke:

The passwords for all the accounts can be found here

And then he linked to google finding: ‘ofcourse not’. Pfft. Amateur.

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.)