New Years Eve

With a lot of tea and stuff exploding in the streets!

Well, I'm leaving with the rest of my family in 22 minutes to go to my mom's friend's place to celebrate new year. Some other people might come too.

At 10 AM fireworks were officially legal, resulting in me hearing stuff going of every second. It gives a really apocalyptic feeling, and I love that. I'm dressed in my favorite clothes. They are so comfortable and I want to be as comfortable as possible on this evening. It's Old Years Eve after all. I'm not going to look fancy for the crowd. I'll be bringing my camera to take photos and film this evening.

Apparently I missed a call from my work yesterday, why do they always call at times my phone's dead? Ah well, if they were going to ask for me to work this evening I was going to say no anyway. I heard my boss always goes into party mode on News years Eve; giving away random things and holding quizzes. It sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe I'll be there someday.

I've been very unproductive today, just sipping my tea like an old man, and putting washed underwear into my drying tower for it to dry. My mom's vacuum cleaner has been sitting in my room for the past two days, so I should really start using it. My floor is a mess; it really needs to be vacuum cleaned. That's why one night when I was bored I dragged the thing to the second floor where my room resides. I never got to actually vacuum cleaning it, though. I am such a procrastinator.

The whole 'new year' thing hasn't sunk in yet, still. To be honest I just want it to be over, but at the same time I really want to see the streets turn into a apocalyptic war scene for me to take pictures of and film. I often contradict my statements. An other year has passed and I feel like all that time has gone to waste. Maybe that's why I feel so down about it.

I have this feeling in my stomach of excitement and anticipation. Like right before you have a talk in front of 30 people. Only 24 more hours until episode one of season 3 of Sherlock; The Empty Hearse airs on BBC one. I'm so looking forward to that, maybe even more than the fireworks that will go off this evening.

My sister says she is going to become so wasted because as of tomorrow she can't drink for an other 7 months with this new law and all. I'm not going to hit the bottle since I don't drink. I rather enjoy myself some of that fancy alcohol free champagne. It's like apple juice with bubbles. 

For some reason I have to go to the bathroom every 30 minutes. I hate it. Maybe I've had too much tea.

Well, that is my day so far. How is yours?

- knetterzak

Crocodile sausage

 

With bad moods and molested sausages!

I'm feeling pretty down right now. I've been reading Fan Fiction on the "Agents of SHIELD" series. So far I haven't seen a single story that's up to 'book' standard. Pity. I drank a couple cups of tea. It feels as if my stomach is cannibalizing itself, which doesn't feel pleasant. At all.

While the kettle was boiling I accidentally burned my arm with the steam coming from the mouth, clever me. Luckily the burning feeling has subsided; the burn wasn't even visible. It just stung for a few hours.

I finally mailed my work today signaling that I would be more than happy to go on the business trip Paul, my boss, and the managers planned out for all the employees. It sounds really fun: First we are going to do archery, which is in my opinion really badass, and then we are going to eat something at a restaurant. Pretty fancy. Since I don't have a car I will be hitching a ride with someone. To be honest I am rather nervous about the whole thing. I am not such a people person and social contact comes difficult to me. Oh well, who doesn't dares will never win.

I've been getting back into playing Minecraft again. I think it will only last for a short while until I grow bored of it again. I play on this server that won't update to the latest version so all this cool new stuff isn't available yet there. The server owner is maintaining it poorly, which is a shame.

For evening dinner we had Teppanyaki. My sister always brutally molests sausages in the fear that they might explode. So she stabs them repeatedly and reduces them to meat pulp. At some point there was a sausage that looked a lot like a crocodile. It was pretty funny. After dinner we watched the movie Avatar on TV.

New Year's Eve is so close, but still it feels so far away. I can hear fireworks now and then reminding me, but still. It doesn't feel like anything special anymore. It's not like it used to be. I wonder what changed. We will  be celebrating New Years Eve at my mom's friend's house.

My sister made 7.50 Euros today for washing the dogs. I can actually touch them without getting grease all over my hands now. Our black Labrador, Boris, gets greasy really quickly so unfortunately that won't last for long.

I hope my mood improves soon. My productivity went to 2%. The only thing I did today was turning on the washing machine.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

ClaireQuiem Sunday

 

With ClaireQuiem and tea!

My sister has a blog too, apparently, by the name ClaireQuiem. I'm currently sitting in her room hearing her rant about the size of her header picture; it's too big and she's trying to make it smaller. Her ignorance is stunning sometimes. I left a comment on her blog as Anonymous and she honestly believed it was just some random person. She didn't pay attention to the fact that a certain someone liked all her posts 10 seconds prior to the comment. I wrote that her posts look like a wall of text, which earned me a pout. I should win an Emmy for the acting.

I've been helping her to configure her blog the past hour, and she's complaining about me leaving the door open, saying "It's going to be minus two in here!". Right. I would help her with a banner. It was not wide enough so I was going to unleash some fancy art skills on it to stretch it out  without distorting the image. What I was going to do is copy a bit of the image, paste that along the empty space and then blur it out so it gives a cool effect, but she fixed it before I could do that.

I linked my sister's blog in my blog, expecting her to do the same for me, but no. She doesn't have a page list and so far we haven't been successful in adding one either. The bloody thing is just invisible or something. It doesn't show up in the page division, even though it says it's already added. Quite frustrating.

I finally obtained a container for my sugar; it's actually a tea pot set my mom gave me this evening. It's super fancy, and the first thing I thought was: 'They'll never suspect a thing...'.  Sugar in a tea pot set and all.

I woke up at around 3 PM; I had been up till around 4 AM last night. I read a few pages from that Java For Dummies book my Computer Science teacher loaned me. I really need to start taking notes. I stopped at the page where you actually had to be behind a computer. I couldn't be arsed to get up and type in "Static void, something args []; curly bracket". I'll get to that later.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Catching Up after work

   

With a lot of catching up to do!

I would often get the most ingenious thoughts at the weirdest moments. Always on times that I can't write them down, due to social situations or lack of recourses. Often the first one; I always carry a pen and a notebook in my bag. Then I will often try to recall the deep shit I thought to seem all smart and poetical. Too bad my retarded brain won't recall anything during the late hours of the night with depressing music at the background, tearing my soul apart.

I always align my writing with justification and in big letters to trick myself into thinking I'm making more progress than I am. Big walls of text look more satisfying than tiny paragraphs with a handful of words.

A lot of stuff happened the past months. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Where did all the time go? I kept procrastinating, thinking I could write it tomorrow, or in a few hours. In the end I'm just so obvious.

Well, to sum everything - well everything I can remember up, I am not seeing a psychologist. She's a nice young lady by the name Merel. We've had a few talks, and she gave me something to do. I had to rate my mood every morning, afternoon, and evening with information on what I was doing at the exact moment. Up to now I have been fateful in doing this everyday for a couple of weeks now. 

I have holidays now, and my boyfriend would come over if it wasn't for the fact that I friend zoned him. So that ship sank horribly. Christmas was nice, I guess. It wasn't super duper without gramps and grandma. My mom took it pretty hard; got totally wasted and started smoking again. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: On November 30, my mom's birthday, she stopped smoking. That fort didn't hold for very long. It was the first Christmas without either of her parents, and it just didn't feel the same as it used to be. Like something in me died some time ago.

My mom gave me a water boiler for Christmas, for which I'm so grateful. It's all fancy designed stuff and it looks fab. It looks like an actual kettle, so amazing! I love it. 

Today is Saturday, so I had to work today. We had an other new person called Wijke. I didn't get to actually talk to her though. Now I think of it she just kind of disappeared without me noticing anything. I can be so observant at times.

Yesterday was the birthday party of my friend Birgit, it was really fun. There were like 10 people, and I finally got to see her brother. He looks a lot like her, actually. We started with a few matches of bowling. For some reason I was pretty boss at it (hell yeah!), but I really felt my ring finger at some point. I had broken it because I'm retarded at catching basketballs, apparently. I think it never healed properly; it still hurts when I do certain things with it, which is exactly what I feared. No helping it now.

We have had Christmas at school, which totally sucked. I'm the only one who brought something and no one wanted it! I had baked bread at freaking six in the morning. I had to prepare the dough at four AM. Four AM, and the only person who wanted it were the teachers. Luckily Mr Lier, my mentor and English teacher, was a dear and practically attacked the loaf. 

I pulled out the bread making machine to bake bread like Mr De Graaf, an economy teacher on my school, does every morning at 5 AM. That man has dedication to get up at 5 AM in the morning, every morning, to bake bread to eat it with chocolate sprinkles. So I got up at 5 AM and started on my dough. It had to rise for one and a half hour so in the time I could chuck it in the bread oven I had finished my Culture Studies assignment and studied some maths. I still failed that test, though. 

The past few weeks have been so weird. No matter what I did, all I could do was obtaining bad marks. I even scored a 4.5 for English, I mean English. Like, what? So that was quite the bummer. It's like my brain just said "Fuck it, just f- fuck it" and went on holiday one week prior to the actual Christmas holidays. And then exactly in that week every teacher in the school decides to throw tests and exams in our faces.

My mom gave me grandma's microwave, which is fab. She had bought a very expensive oven, multi-combo-microwave-super-fancy-thingy to do fancy stuff like steaming veggies, but it had a system error so it derped. Luckily she get's a new one. It appeared to be a common error in that product that the product manufacturers derped up in the design.

Only a few more day to go until the new year, and man I'm just not feeling it right now. To be honest I am not feeling anything right now. The world is just passing me by as I sit on my arse in a glass box that nothing can penetrate.

The blood test results came back in ages ago. I have the vitamin D level of an Eskimo, which is super uber bad, super low magnesium levels, and a vitamin B12 insufficiency that would make your eyebrows go like "OooOoooh???". So yeah, not good. Now I have to take magnesium pills every day, vitamin B12 injections every week, and once a month a doses of vitamin D. I hate it. I hate all of it. The first time I had my vitamin B12 injection I didn't feel so well. I just had the home base thought again like I had when they took my blood samples. All these vitamins have one thing in common: They regulate stress levels, so if one would be low on that it would mean your body would be subjected to such high levels of stress. Vitamin B12 helps with red blood cell production, so if you are really low on that it can cause tiredness and depression. I just hope that these injections and pills can get me back to normal. Currently I'm almost 2 weeks late with my B12 injection, I'm just too much of a chicken to show up. Damn me.

I took up laundry as a stress relieve, to turn my mind off and just do something, anything. The main reason was to get my dark blue shirt back that goes so well with this cute white top that needs to go with a t-shirt. I finally dug up my treasure after 3 weeks of intensive washing. Everything is clean now, though, which is nice. I had to buy 10 extra cloth hangers, and I'm falling short on those again. I also bought a drying tower, and damn I love that thing. So much stuff can fit on there! Me and my laundry, Best Friends For Live.

I've been social, as in hanging out with friends. Two times in total, hell yeah. One time with my friend, Katinka, and an other time with my friend Charlotte. I watched some movies with Katinka, and Charlotte and I watched Sherlock. We had PTA's that evening and Charlotte couldn't take the train back to where she lives due to money and all, and if I hadn't invited her to stay with me until we had to go she would have had to walk downtown for almost 3 hours. So I invited her over and we watched Sherlock, episode 1: The Pink Lady.

Talking about Sherlock: Season 3 coming up in 4 days! I am just, inner fangirl overload. I started watching an other series too: Marvel Agents of SHIELD, and it's pretty cool. There's this team called FitzSimmons, Leo Fits and Jemma Simmons, who are pretty fancy nerds. There were moments that I thought "Just kiss already!". I didn't just think it, I blurted it out in the presence of my mom and sister who gave me awkward stares. Then there's also The Blacklist; a very good series on a criminal guy who starts working with the CSI, but he will only talk to this girl. It gives a lot of questions as to Reddington's true identify. Raymond Reddington is the criminal guy.

I feel like I should do something useful with my time, but the hours just fly by as I sit on my bum doing unproductive bull crap. My Computer Science teacher, Mr Elsenaar, who is also the brother of my ex boyfriend Bart Bas, and Charlotte, gave me two books on Java, which is just so awesome. I'm way ahead of anyone in my class so after some persuasion he gave me awesome beginner books that weigh a ton. Love it. Now, if only I could find the time to actually read through them. I'm currently at page 1, go me!

My Physics teacher, Mr Endert, lend me a book on some fancy every day physics questions. I'm currently a few pages in and it's pretty interesting. Mr Endert looks pretty nerdy in a charming way that I can appreciate in a non romantic way since he's probably 40 years older than me, derp. I just wish his lessons weren't as boring as a donkey's dump.

I quit because no one was reading this, so this is for my reader Tyler who messaged me on Skype asking why I didn't do derp stories anymore. As Sherlock would say: "The game is back on!" This post was originally going to be some poetic nonsense about the meaning of life which you can probably tell by the first two paragraphs.

Well, that were my past few months as far as I can remember, how were yours?

- knetterzak

Apple science

I slept the entire day up till 7 PM to recover from my nightly endeavors the day before: I went to bed at around 8 in the morning. I ate French bread for dinner and watched the movie 'Jobs' with my mom. The movie was about the life of Steve Jobs, one of the creators of Apple Computer. That guy was quite the asshole if the movie was anything to go on. During the movie I had made apple tea, which was rather ironic if you think about it in combination with that movie. All in all I thought the movie was highly interesting.

Now I'm firing The Phantom of the Opera up again while I work on that computer science assignment. I had an other rant about the subject to my mom who got a information overload when I started explaining how our Minecraft server, which I had a couple of months ago, worked with Linux. People's interest, or better said: lack of, is so frustrating sometimes. The rant was about how I hated that we weren't learning to code anything and that I got set up with two unmotivated derps as team mates for this assignment. I guess it's all on me now. I also have to do a few biology tasks and two pages full of exercises for applied mathematics.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

The blue crate's apprentice

Before I went to work I read the latest chapter of the Sherlock fan fiction I'm reading and talked to my hun, Tadhg, over Skype. He bought Arma II for me so I can play DayZ. I just love that game and I am really looking forward to downloading it. I had to download Steam, which I did, and download a game, any game; otherwise he couldn't trade it to me. I don't get how Steam works yet. I'll get there, eventually. When I left the Team Fortress II download was at 30%.

Work was very entertaining today. There is this new girl named Fenna. Today was her second work day. Marlot, one of the managers in training, directed her to me to explain how the blue crate system worked. I told her the basics and gave her a few tips. Marlot suggested that I'd lunch together with her at half 4, which was fine with me. Normally I don't like to lunch together with other people because I don't like it when people that I don't know watch me eat. Strange, I know.

I explained a ton of stuff to her and showed her about everything. She will probably forget 60%; it was a lot of information, but that's ok. One learns more from failure than from success. She told me she wants to work in the bread section because it smells so good, and it does indeed. One thing I notice is that every time that a new person gets hired, they get positioned in the bread section. It happened to me too.

We have two juice containers: one for alcoholic beverages (II), and one for fruity drinks and soda (I). We rearranged the contents of juice container I; everything was stuffed in blue crates, making them impossible to lift. We stacked everything in green bottle crates. It took some time but it was so worth it; now I can actually do that container again without asking a strong person to lift crates for me.

Overall, it was a fun day; no highly irritating customers and someone to fret over and unleash my knowledge on. 2 years of experience condensed in four hours. The poor girl. I like to teach people. Too bad that no one really does blue crates other than me.

On my way home I noticed that all the street lights were off. It made the Christmas lights stand out even more. Loved it. I was pretty wary, though. Svenna, a co-worker, had told me that there was a rapist active in the neighbor hood when I had just arrived. When she described him I immediately thought of the creepy dude that lives two blocks from me. He would constantly stand in the street I was passing by, asking personal questions. The creepiness is strong in that one. Now I really think that I should carry a knife.

I ate French bread with my mom, my sister wasn't hungry, and we watched Blacklist and Once Upon A Time. After that I retreated to my lair and plugged my headphones in for some Christmas songs from Skyradio's Christmas Station. Later I switched to heavy metal, and then to opera. Funny how that stuff goes. My sister barged in at 2 AM, shouting that I had to shut up because it was 2 in the morning; I had been 'singing' opera for one hour straight and I must've been a little too loud. I also saw a new trailer for Sherlock - Season 3, #SherlockLives!

After that my friend texted me and directed me to this awesome metal version of Sail from Awolnation. Together we complained about the temperature and that I couldn't feel my toes. Even with socks on, and shoes.

Right now it's half past 4 in the morning and I'm listening to Time To Say Goodbye. I need to upload that computer science assignment tomorrow. I want to learn how to code, not write retarded half arsed PowerPoint presentations on the history of the computer. I think it's fascinating, yes, but no one seems to take it serious. I can hate on the teacher, on the method, on the class, but that is not going to change a damn thing so I don't see the point in that. I'm more into a practical approach, I guess.

I also made an image for if I don't have an image available for a blogpost.

Well, that was my day. How was yours? 

- knetterzak

Party at Isabelle's

With hours of waiting and a party!

One of my classmates had a talk about a news article during Dutch class. It sparked a huge discussion which lasted for at least 20 minutes. I just know that that guy is getting a high mark. I still have to do my talk, but the teacher doesn't know that. I hope. He probably does but I'm just going to keep denying that for my own sanity. I'm not good with talks, at all.

We had a arithmetic test in the library. The test was done online and it sucked. There was constant surveillance so it was hard to ask for answers from other people. I'm pretty bad at arithmetic and my mark just had to rub it in, again. I scored the exact same percentage as I did on my last test: 35%, which translates to a 3,7. For those who don't know what that means, it stands for an F. So it's the you-are-screwed sort of bad.

After one hour of waiting in the library, because I had a free hour, and one break, it was chemistry time. Such a joy. Our chemistry teacher, Mr Van Well, strode in and just punched me on the arm. I reacted very indignantly, which almost made him apologize. Almost. Isn't he a nice guy? As much as I like to hate on him for his lack of normal social interactions with students I must admit he's a brilliant chemistry teacher and was actually supported during the lesson; asking everybody if they needed help, and if they did they could always go to him. I was pretty surprised by this. In general he is always really sarcastic.

We had a test during English class. I learned 5 minutes before the test and scored something close to an 7 - 8. Not bad, although it could have been better. Because I can speak English so well I can't really be bothered to learn a list of really British words that we probably will never use in real life, ever. I just skim through the list and memorize the words I don't know, which are not a lot of words, and do the test. Those words always stick in my head somehow, so that's quite convenient.

During art history we talked about how well we did on the test from last week. Apparently I scored highest, which is rather weird since I didn't even have a bloody book to study. I only had blurry images of pages of my friend's book, who was not there today because she was ill. I hope she gets well soon.

I waited for an hour with my friend Katinka at our chill spot. I had to catch up an English test I missed some weeks ago. The "Catch Up" hour is always after 3 o'clock in classroom 670; the same classroom where I have computer science. You always have to be there soon since it get's flooded with people rather quickly. It was a grammar test and exceptionally easy to do. I was done 20 minutes early; enough time to cycle over to the other school building location where all the junior classes are. That's where the headquarters of the Decor building team is. I was going to meet up with Katinka and the rest of my friends there to go to Isabelle's house.

It was her birthday today. The original plan was that we were going to watch The Hunger Games II in the cinema, but it got canceled because her best friend, Birgit, was sick on that day. Birgit is the same person I mentioned earlier during the Art history class part. Birgit had organized the whole thing so we didn't want to be dipshits and go without her. Instead we had dinner at Isabelle's house and watched The Hunger Games I. Actually we just talked a lot and didn't really watch the movie, but it was fun!

At around 12 o'clock we were politely asked to evacuate the perimeters, in other words we were kindly kicked out. Katinka, and mostly I, didn't know the way back to school; our check point. Bart, my ex boyfriend, who is now Isabelle's boyfriend, lead us there and we derped so hard almost the entire way to our houses. Us three live incredibly close to each other so we all went in the same general direction. The Christmas lights looked so pretty. The streetlights were all off for reasons I don't know, and it looked utterly enchanting with those fancy lights hanging in the streets.

I came home and just sat my ass down. I was so tired from all social interactions, and the cycling, mostly the cycling, and went straight upstairs. I rolled myself in bed and derped off to sleep. I didn't even write in my blog for today really. I wrote it the day after, at 4 AM in the morning. I just felt all jumpy, wailing along to "Time To Say Goodbye" and "The Phantom of The Opera" to the extend that my sister suddenly barged in yelling at me to shut up since it was 2 in the morning. I couldn't exactly hear her yelling; I just saw her lips moving. The point was made, though.. Didn't stop me from wailing, though. I just turned the volume down a bit.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Computer science

I slept with like 5 layers on and woke up at 5 AM, which was horrible. I had the first hour off originally and just wanted to sleep. My mom stamped up the stairs to my room at 7:30, just 30 minutes later of what she said. Today wasn't that bad.

I left home wearing a tank top while it was 5 degrees Celsius; not my brightest moments. All was fine until the first break. I was slowly turning into an ice cube. Luckily my friend Katinka came to the rescue and lend me her jacket.

I skipped PE; I hate it and don't see the point in it. If I want to work out I'll do it myself instead of being forced to run laps. Instead I ate a day offer of the Plus, a supermarket 30 meters from my school, which was really nice. After that I moved to the school's library only to discover that I had to cycle back home and back again to get the updated version of my report.

I got it all printed out on time, luckily. I Had to sacrifice my second break though, I didn't get to return my friend's jacket, unfortunately. It's now stored in my locker. I'm going to return to her tomorrow.

My computer science teacher is just screwing us over. He sits behind his desk wobbling his toes while we have to do this giant project without any explanation. His schedule constantly changes so it's impossible to keep track of the homework and 80% of his classes are on general bullshit of his life. So far it's been throughout disappointing. We haven't coded a single line yet.

 I being constantly distracted by the beautiful images of Animal Planet from TV as I write this blog. My mom said she would return my electronics tomorrow. I want to buy some French bread, but I can't put much on it because of my tiny budget.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Wake me up when November ends

I skipped today. My mom raged and confiscated all my electronics and told me I am a failure and will never get my diploma. That is ridiculous; my grades are fine. I'm beyond caring about anything. She said she will throw me out of bed at 7 AM everyday, it's bullshit. My mom's friend was staying over for the night

With no laptop I worked on adding some panels to an old manga project I abandoned some time ago. This post was posted the day after, when I could confiscate my laptop back for a moment.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Missed Cash

With a random ship in a swamp forest! 

I'm currently listening to the Christmas station of Skyradio. I woke up half an hour ago with a sore throat; I slept all day, again. I feel like a lazy retard. I hope the blood test results will be available soon. I just want to curl up in a ball of despair and sleep till hell freezes over, or when Sherlock season 3 comes out. What ever happens first.

I finished my painting last night at 1:30 AM. It looks ok, I guess. I showed my sister, who I heard sneaking up the stairs from the first floor, and we derped in my room for a while. I went to bed at 2 AM. Luckily I had the first hour off today, not that that matters now. I feel like there is a Dementor standing behind me. Not even the Christmas songs can cheer me up right now.

There was a trip planned for today to the local theater to see the play / musical Cash. I saw the trailer a few days earlier and it looked so awesome. I really hate it that I missed it. I also didn't turn in my art assignment, which I promised I would do today. I feel like an utter bum.

Now my mom demands an explanation as to why I didn't go today while she knows I always give the same answer. The stress of her potential wrath is only making it worse, I hate it.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Spontaneous luck

With biology tests and mind blows!

School started off with one hour of applied mathematics. The teacher was derping around on the digital board, it was rather obvious the man didn't know how to handle the internet. We watched a rap on maths, which was rather funny.

After maths came biology. I inquired about doing a test I missed and got offered to do it on the spot. I hadn't learned anything but agreed to it anyway. I skimmed through my notes for like 5 minutes and went into one of the small labs where the test was waiting for me. It took me roughly 1 and a half hour; more time than I should have gotten, but golden opportunities to take some extra time won't be passed up. I also got to ask questions regarding the test to one of the lab assistants who was sitting there. Those people are always so oblivious to the fact that you are making a test, they just give you all the answers you need. Unfortunately she wasn't of much help, and I could do the test without much fuss other than time issues. When I turned in my test my biology teacher gave me a scolding look like "Ooooh, you".

Because I was taking my sweet time on the biology test I was late for art class. The teacher there didn't even notice, or care. I originally had to turn in my art assignment; the magical realistic painting, but got extension till tomorrow so I have to start on that this evening.

During the breaks our group had split up between the two radiators. At the place we chill are 2 radiates parallel from each other. It was rather amusing to watch since one half of the group was completely dressed in black, and the other half on the other side had all those colorful cloths on. The reason the group was split up was because everyone was hogging the radiators for warmth. At the place we stand it can be quite chilly; it's at the front door and the janitor always insists on having the damn door open, except for the time when we actually want it open. Secretly he loves us, though. One half of the break I stood with with the people on the right side, other half I stood with the people on the left side.

When I exclaimed that I had finally finished my computer science report on the ENIAC to my friend Mark, he said that we didn't have to do any report. I had a total mind blow then. I spend 3 hours on the damn thing, translating German pages for they had the best content, gathering information from various sources. It had me up till 12:30 AM, and then he comes and tells me it was all for nothing. We only had to do some retarded PowerPoint presentation, and that is not even for today but for Thursday. I feel screwed over. I'm still going to print it, though. I spend all this time on it and print I shall.

We watched part of a documentary  on Juice Newton and the death penalty in America. I thought it had a really nice soundtrack, especially the track at the beginning. At English class I failed epically with grammar. Past perfect and past simple etc are not my strong point. 

I had 2 hours of physics today. We worked on the computer during physics, which was dull as hell. The only fun part was watching a documentary about hot air balloons the hour before that.

After school  I cycled with a friend and we went to the supermarket to buy some stuff. My friend, Katinka, bought ingredients for sandwiches, and I bought cheese spread. Ate 5 rolls with the stuff after I came home. So yummy.

Last night I took some beautiful pictures of the various candles my mom gave me. I also violated one with a fork. We have a school trip to the theater tomorrow, which should be fun. Hence the word 'should' though. With these school trips you never know. The last one ended dramatically for me.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Knetterzak meets metal

My face after watching that Java tutorial.

With Java and heavy metal! I'm rocking away on "Sherlock BBC meets metal" after watching a java tutorial that fried my brains. It practically explained java in 30 minutes, all of java. Mind blow. Not much to say other than that I found a brilliant new music source to get high on and downloaded a ton of Christmas songs.  Maybe I'll make an opening credit video parody using the metal songs from the series / movie it's from. I always imagine myself performing badass songs at our school's talent show: The Gregorius Show. It really adds to the experience. My friend, Christian, showed me this when I send two songs to him over Skype; that bunny got violated, horrible. I need to do that computer science class report today, and finish that Dutch article, and make a sketch for my surrealistic painting for art class. Well, that was my day. How was yours? - knetterzak

Christmas lights in the streets

With new candles, after parties and UPB!

All my candles have burned out. I was downstairs pouting about it to my mom and all of a sudden she just pulls out a heap of candles from a drawer. Now I got five new candles, jay!

Work was rather mediocre, except for the part that there was an after party planned for the departure of one of my colleges. Her name is Lucy and she worked at The Natureshop for 5.5 years. Lucy, I salute you. The people coming had a surprise planned out for her; there was this man she liked who shopped regulary at the shop, for the rest I don't know much about it, but the boys asked him to walk up to her with a buqouet of flowers to wish her well because she was leaving. The thought behind it is so adorable.
I didn't go to the after party; My mom had a movie night planned out for this evening as a family and I heard about the party at work today. I already had plans. I'm not sure if I would have gone anyway; too socially awkward.

One of my colleges, Edward, is such a sweet guy. I just wished our conversations were less awkward. He knows I like to watch movies and I told him how much I was looking forward to Sherlock season 3. The poor soul had never seen the movie. I feel for him. He studies meteorology. I always think about people doing the weather forecast when I see him, which is retarded, but I don't care.

I saw the girl whom I gave the rizotto recipe to again today, but she didn't really look at me twice. I felt screwed over since I sacrificed my pumpkin soup recipe for her, but didn't dwell on it much. We had to over work for 15 minutes. At least we had music.

On my way home I made two pictures of the christmas lights hanging in the streets. They look so nice. While I was walking a man on a bike was shouting 'pardon pardon!' at me from behind. I must have looked very surprised when I turned around; he continued in English as if I was a tourist. Hilarious.

The movie night was fun. We watched 2 episodes of Once Upon a Time, and Percy Jackson and The Sea of Monsters. I made Union Potato Bulk, and god, it tasted so good. My mom was really surprised about the amount of it; I had already eaten the left overs from their food (fries), and mashed a few of them with my dish and ate everything of it. I'm feeling rather full now, though. Maybe a little too full. It was totally worth it though.

I removed the glass from my floor a couple of days ago when I had dinner in my room. I just didn't want to eat in a messy room so I cleaned everything. By the time I was done my lasagne was just the right temperature for consumption. Timing is key they say. They were right.

PS: See the man on the picture at the right? That's the guy I was on about.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Missed Cheating Opportunity

With noble test taking and fish!

Today was alright, I guess. I had 2 tests today where I studied for today 2 hours before I had them. Procrastination for the win! I think I did alright on them; I wrote a ton of stuff on my sheet, so there ought to be a right answer in that wall of text, I hope. 

The teacher was rating tests during my Social Studies test. The same test as I was doing on that precise moment. There was a separate sheet for multiple choice questions on the test, one that was laying on the teacher's desk too, all filled in. My evil side wanted to cheat, but I hold too much value to fair play. I told my teacher that I could read the answers directly from her desk. She looked really surprised at me, probably because I told her instead of cheating. She shoved the sheets under an other sheet so it was really hard to read. But the thing is that I can read upside down. Something I learned at my work to read the dates on the packages quicker. 

I warned her once, no need to do it twice. I made to copy the answers on my sheet, but she saw me. I just gave her a Cheshire cat smile and told her I can read upside down. She looked really indignant and put her hand in front of the answers, like a kid would do if he found out you were looking on his paper while he was writing something super secret. After she was she put the sheets away, much to my disappointment. I'm not going to tell her next time, although I probably will. Damn noble consciousness.

We had a spelling contest during Dutch class. It was pretty fun to do. I managed to survive the first round, but didn't make it to the finals.

I studied for my Art class using my phone. It didn't go so well because apparently I can only take shitty photos. Most pages were hard to read. I did manage to copy the summary of that chapter, though. I had to tap the screen of my phone over and over again to prevent it from going black. It was pretty annoying.

When I was waiting for the chemistry teacher to show up I felt someone snatching the headphones from my head. I looked up and the chemistry teacher was snaking in to the classroom with my music, which was still running. I tried to tell him that my music was still on and offered persistently to turn it off, but he just ignored me and gave me the evil eye with a snide remark. Sometimes the guy can be such an insensitive asshole.

While he was chatting away about nuclear energy and how terrible his wife is (he loves her a lot though, he's just joking, I hope) I heard soft music coming from my headphones which were laying 1 meter away from me. It was immensely awkward; if he stopped talking everyone would hear it. So the entire time I was going 'don't stop talking don't stop talking'. Luckily for me, he never did. He gave my phone and such back after class.

During the breaks I was sitting next to my friends. I think we've made a community in the hallway, which is still growing in numbers. Every break there are like 10 people sitting around a pile of bags listening to music, sharing food and chatting away. I love it.

Decor building didn't go through because the leader is still sick, unfortunately. I hope he gets better soon. I know how much it sucks to be sick, especially for such a long time. It must be a terrible flu or something. This wasn't entirely unfortunate; I could not have gone anyway.

I'm addicted to the Christmas Station, the songs make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. My mom is getting me fish tonight for dinner, I'm so happy! I love fish. 
I still need to finish my computer science report and a surrealistic painting for art class for Monday. And that Dutch article, and do an English test for Friday.  
 I'm wondering when the lab will call me back for my blood results. I didn't ask the woman after she took my blood sample; I might have ran out of the building the second I could stand. It felt as if I had been hit by Thomas the Train  

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

 - knetterzak

Bloody test overload

With blood samples and a Poo! I was absolutely terrified as I walked in to the building. The Health Care Center smelled of mental hospital with a mix of new floor boards. The stairs I walked were pretty worn out for a building that was renovated 2 years ago. It used to be an old school, but it got renovated. The renovation caused a lot of trouble back then. I remember my mom leaving her bed in the middle of the night because there was a lot of noise going on in the streets; I thought it had something to do with a leak, but I can't remember. I had to be at the first floor. There was woman before me who was in her fifties, she smiled at me when I sat down. After a few minutes I got called inside. I felt so nervous and scared. I pulled away like 3 times before she stabbed the needle in. I didn't look during the entire procedure. The sample taking itself wasn't that horrible compared to the aftermath; I got incredibly dizzy and nauseous after she pulled the needle out. I almost fainted, so derpy. I didn't even bother putting my jacked and scarf back on on exiting the building. I just wanted a bed, and I wanted it now. I looked terribly pale, all the color had been drained from my face. I was seeing white spots and felt like hugging the toilet. I plunked down on my bed, not even bothering to take off my clothes, and laid there for 2 hours before my mom barged in demanding me to go to school. I tried to get up, to no avail. I was still very dizzy and felt like a damn rag doll. The next 8 hours I would drift in and out of sleep, not really paying attention to anything. My mom never got back upstairs after the initial rage she unleashed on me. I got up at around 7 PM and went downstairs. All my clothes were still on so I didn't need to bother getting dressed. At least that had an upside. My arm was all stiff and I couldn't bend it properly because of the bandages the woman put on the little wound. I warmed up some lasagne and listened to the Christmas Station of Skyradio. I just love listening to Christmas songs; makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. My sister was sitting on the couch busying herself with her phone. She was feeding and grooming her Poo, some digital animal that looks like a orange turd. It had an afro. She was playing Memory when I left to go upstairs. I should really finish my Dutch article assignment. I also need to paint a surrealistic painting for Art class for Monday, and write a rapport on the history of computers for Computer Science, also for Monday. Then there are 2 tests tomorrow; one for Social Studies; and one for Art studies. Just thinking about it makes me want to curl up in a ball.   I also like to review my opinion on Mark; he's a nice kid. I just wish he would stop allowing people to take advantage of him; half the school uses him for food and drinks. I wish he would pay more attention to his actual friends instead. Well, that was my day. How was yours? - knetterzak

Blood and sunshine

With phone calls and blood samples! The sun woke me up at around 12 something in the afternoon. My head still feels like it's filled with water. I was enjoying the sun while listening to Sail from Awolnation when I heard my mom ascending the stairs to my floor. I turned off the music. My psychologist, who's apparently a woman, had called my mom's number instead of my number this morning. Apparently forgot to mention the fact that I went to the doctor a few days ago to my mom because she was really confused when she got the call. I really thought I told her.  Later my mom texted me the number so I can call her back, but I didn't. I just kept listening to music while sitting in the sun like a derp. I am the ultimate procrastinator. Eventually my mom barged in my room holding a phone. The psychologist called her back on her number and pushed the phone in my hands. The conversation wasn't too awkward and she sounds like a nice lady. I have an appointment at 4 December. I don't know where yet because I forgot to ask, but fortunately I have a number I can call. There is a possibility that my appointment will be moved to an earlier date, though. Then, on an other note: I told my mom about the blood research they want to do. Long story short: my blood samples will be taken in the health care center at the corner of the street I live in tomorrow. It couldn't have been any closer to my house. I just want to curl up in a ball and sink in a bottomless pit where no one will ever find me, I'm so scared of needles. A total irrational fear, I know, but that doesn't make it any less scary. I wish there were more pleasant ways to extract someone's blood.    It could be that I have a magnesium and vitamin B12 insufficiency because my body won't absorb them from food. My mom has that too so it's not entirely unlikely that I have the same condition. B12 and magnesium insufficiency cause severe depression. It's incurable and the only way to treat it is by monthly B12 injections and taking magnesium pills every day. Isn't that a joy? I'm considering writing that manuscript for that dream I was on about yesterday. I also filmed my candles while they were being fancy. I wanted to make UPB, Union Potato bulk; a dish I invented, but settled with microwave lasagne. I ate it in my room with candle light, if there was a boy involved it could have been romantic. Well, that was my day. How was yours? - knetterzak

Protractors in the ceiling.

With doctor appointments and peculiar break activities!

I went to the doctor today at 8 AM. Now I need to get my blood tested and a psychologist was supposed to call me today, which he didn't. I had quite a lot of trouble getting out of bed this morning even though I slept 14 hours. There is something wrong with my body, it just won't stop being tired. I hope that I can work something out with that psychologist when he actually calls me and maybe something shows up in my blood work.

In the second break I tried to copy chapter 2 of my Art class book from a friend. I don't have a book for it because normally I wouldn't even be able to follow this class, but I'm a lucky bastard. The only problem is that I don't hav a book for it. Luckily I could copy stuff from my friend's book. The copy machine was acting retarded so I ended up taking photos of every page. Now I have like 40 photos; I couldn't photograph an entire page in one go; I had to make a picture of every section of a page to be able to read the text. At least I have a chance to pass the test on Friday now.

I was still walking around with a scarf around my neck all day. After all my classes were over I had to wait an other hour to finish a test. More on that later. During my free hour I waited with one of my class mates and a friend in the canteen. We just ate candy while talking Myth busters the entire hour and at some point we had the janitor remove a protractor from the ceiling, which is now safely tucked away in my agenda for future endeavors. My old one lost all it's edges. Protractors sticking out of the ceiling is rather common at my school. Just like pen fillings. I also talked to the department head about the visit I paid the doctor and what the plan of action is. I also can't help myself from saying that he looks like a giant round bear.

Eventually it turned out my friend had been waiting for nothing since the teacher didn't show. For us, well, there were 3 people there. Me, the same classmate from the fruit drinks, and some kid I didn't know. Mark, my classmate, had to do a reading test he missed and I had to finish my article on online stores: "The History of The Web Shop". Fortunately for me the teacher was not in the classroom while I had all this stuff laying on my table to aid me in writing my derp article. That is not allowed but he can't expect me to remember all those dates!

When the hour was up I hadn't even started on my finished product yet. My Dutch teacher walked in and he just sang, very loudly: "Roxaaaaanne". My boss does that too whenever he sees me, every time he sees me. I told my teacher that and he just continued even louder: "You don't have to put on the red light". When he noticed I hadn't even started on my final product yet he just shooed me out of the class room saying I could finish it at home. After he was gone I couldn't help but rub my hands together while making an evil smile, thinking :I'm going to spell check this thing so much that it would appear as if it's a letter to the queen.

It was raining when I was cycling home. On my way I saw a group of friends hanging out on the corner of a street. I asked them what they were doing there, but neither of them knew. I chatted with them for a bit before I went on my marry way again. When I came home I went almost directly upstairs and snuggled in bed. I didn't sleep, not really. My joints were hurting so I couldn't lay comfortable. I just laid there thinking out stories and pondering over past events. At some point I got really confused and thought that stuff that happened a couple of days ago happened today. I also remembered a dream I once had. I'm thinking about making a manuscript of it like I did with an other dream you can read here.

I ate pasta with a ton of cheese this evening. I really didn't know what to write for today. I'm shitting bricks about this blood test; I'm not a fan of needles. For the ones who don't get the "Roxanne" reference, it's a song by the Police. I'm named after that song.

 Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- Roxanne

Constellation of feeling sick

Breaking Fab with a scarf and a head that feels like it's filled with water!

My traitor body decided to fall ill overnight without consulting with me first. Stupid body. Even though it's best efforts to hold me in bed I must respectfully refuse. Today starts with mathematics, and it has art class, and physics. Enough said.

I actually got out of bed at 6:17; a record time! In the past 3 months or so I wouldn't get up til ~7:20, and now I'm sitting behind my desk at nearly 6 AM. The world can be such a curious place. I was looking at the stars and noticed a constellation that looked like this;

while listening to this; and trying not to step on the glass I still have laying around on my carpet. I really should clean that up some time. My carpet might already be red, but that doesn't mean I have to add an other shade to it.

I have to talk to the head of my department today about me getting late so much. It's rather ironic since I live 5 minutes away from school and still manage to get late as much as I do.

We'll see what today brings. Currently I'm just making a (inner) face everytime I bend my head, or do anything else that has something to do with moving, or laying down. My lymfenotes decided to take grow hormones overnight. The bastards.

I felt really happy in the morning for no appearant reason, it was a pleasant surprise. I got to wear my new cloths I bought last week on Thursday. I think they look so fancy.

School was rather tedious; not a lot was going on there. My social studies teacher noted that I was quiet during class and I had an unexpected physics test. The test went alright, I guess. I also did some maths homework during one of my free hours in the school library.

I also had to see the head of department. He called during maths class, but the teacher was so caught up in his explaination that he forgot to tell me to go see him. He called again during biology, the hour after maths, and I went to his office. We talked about my issues and decided that it would be best if I talk to my GP about it tomorrow. I can just tell it's going to be a joy, not. At least I'll get help now, maybe.

I walked with a scarf around my neck the entire day because of my sore troath, and just stuffed myself with food and really want to take a nap. The Fanfictions I'm reading haven't updated yet so I'm stranded on the island of Anticipation: 'What Happens Next?'

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Sleepy Sunday

Sunday with sunshine and showers.

Sunday is Sunday. In general nothing really happens on this particular day. I woke up at somewhere around 8:40, but slept till roughly 2 PM.

My sister barged into my room asking about my mathematics book when I was enjoying the sun from my bed. She has exams coming up and she wanted to use my book to study things from last year. She is one class higher than me, much to my annoyance. She generally acts like a big know-it-all. We talked maths for like half an hour till she offered to take my old shitty blackboard with her. I was pretty happy with that because it's a shitty blackboard I made myself. It's really rough and needs sand papering. Too bad my sister came back 10 minutes later returning the damn thing. She also discovered it's rather derpy.

I took a shower, a very long shower, and just crawled in my bed with my hair still wet and wrapped in a towel. Slept till ~6:15 PM, which is like 3 hours. I woke up and just laid there in the dark for an other hour. I heard the buzzing of my phone on my couch and got out of bed. My mom was on the line calling me that I had to eat something.

I put my robe on and went downstairs. I had some French baguette, or French bread, and I watched The Walking Dead with her.

My agenda says there is no homework for tomorrow, but I know it's a TRAP. No way my maths teacher wouldn't load us with homework, and then there is biology. A trap I tell you, a trap. I better start doing some homework, but I would have to get my mathematics book back first, though.

I also read volume I and volume II of Lackadaisy; a fancy cat manga sort of deal. I recommend you check it out; it's fab.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

PS: The picture at the top was taken  some time ago when I was on my way to the airport for my flight to Ireland. I was going to visit my boyfriend there.

- knetterzak

Blue Crate Saturday

 

With crates and cute dogs done in ASCII!

I always work on Saturday. I got up, got dressed, did all the other stuff one does when they get ready for work, and arrived 10 minutes early.

I started with doing my usual task: Blue crates. For people who are not familiar with 'supermarkets behind the screens'; blue crates are left overs of that didn't fit in the shelves. My job is to refill the shelves with these left overs. The job was done rather quickly since I had a few noobies helping me. It's so adorable to watch my past self sometimes.

Today was a special day I suppose; 2 people were all dressed up giving pumpkin soup and risotto to everybody. One was dressed up as a witch, I don't know what the other one was supposed to be. I guess a witch as well, who knows. Dwarf..? It was all pretty hilarious and well done. It was for a Halloween action, or so I heard.

During my break I tasted some of that pumpkin soup and daaaaamn, that stuff is good. I got a recipe of it right after, but I lost it. More about that later. Apparently we had an other break in: the buglers broke open all the lockers in the canteen, and work cloths were littered everywhere. Damn thieves making a bloody mess, they didn't even have the courtesy to leave the place in a decent state. Then again, what do you expect of buglers? At least they didn't leave a screwdriver in the front door this time, it's an improvement. Not really, but ninja mode in the canteen is easier on the customer's eye than a tool sticking out the front door.

After my break I was just doing something of this, and something of that, but mostly making the store look fancy; putting everything at the front, etc. It's that sort of task where you don't need a brain for. Relaxing, but awfully dull. My heart goes out to the 3 people who couldn't get their whipping and sour cream. It was all sold out. Sorry you guys, I checked the freezer but that only had a ton of yoghurt. 

At 5:30 PM, 30 minutes before closing time, this girl walks up to me and asks for the recipe of the risotto they served today. I asked like 5 people before I got heard that there aren't any printed recipes. The computer derped and couldn't print them out. Retarded computers at work are retarded, hehe. Eventually I did get her the recipe though, but it cost me my pumpkin soup recipe because the person who knows how to make it, wrote down the recipe on the back of mines. Luckily I can ask my college, who made the soup, for the recipe later. Not all hope is lost!

After work I was in a panic. It was raining, and I had left the window of my room open. One time I did the same and when it rained my whole bed got soaked. So I texted my mom with something like this: "Close the window of my room.!#$%$^%&^*". When I got home she had closed the window, and there wasn't any actual damage at all really. I guess that was because there wasn't such a strong wind.

We watched two movies tonight; RED 2, and Turbo. I loved RED 2, and Turbo was alright. My mom was totally in love with that movie, turbo, and insisted on watching it with us. It was a succeeded evening, but now I really want some alone time.
 
I have mixed feelings about the new YouTube comment system. It's so confusing, but then I saw this awesome picture of a dog done with ASCII and it put doubt in my mind. Damn awesome artists with their awesome art putting doubt in my mind.

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Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

Fry Friday

 

With fries and root canals.

I skipped school today; I was so tired, and I still am. I got out of bed at 12:15 for my dentist appointment. Root canal treatments are such a joy. At least I don't have to come back again for a long time. 

When I entered the 'operating' room all the assistants and interns were in a fuss because there was a wasp flying around, and no one dared to capture or kill it. I was just watching them very awkwardly when the door opened. My dentist walked in and asked the 2 woman: 'Where's my patient?' with a very confused look, making me cough awkwardly. I was standing in the corner behind the door so he didn't see me at first. Eventually the dentist captured the wasp. It was quite a funny situation.

During the root canal treatment the dentist and his intern (I assume), where constantly discussing things which I didn't understand. It was pretty annoying since I couldn't ask them anything about it because they were halfway down my throat with instruments. Not really, but the metaphor describes how comfortable I was so well. The strangest words I heard during the procedure were 'kiwi' and 'pistol'. I probably misheard the first word, though.

After around one hour  I was done. Because of the sedative they injected my upper jaw with, it felt as if my lip was all swollen up; needless to say it felt pretty weird. My front tooth was hurting pretty bad as well. I just drove straight home and laid down on my bed.

I had promised a friend that I'd be at decor building this Friday, so even though I just wanted to sleep till hell freezes over I got up again and went there. Eventually it turned out that the person leading the group had called in sick today, so the whole thing was canceled. That didn't stop a small portion of the group, me included, to go to the local snack bar to eat fries, though. We always do that after decor building, it's tradition.

When we were eating an other member of decor building walked in the snack bar and joined us. He looked pretty down, and eventually he started crying. Not the sort of sobbing crying, but just tears falling down his cheeks. Everybody was very worried and tried to cheer him up, but nothing helped. After we were done eating he went to my friend's house with an other friend while I went home. I have a suspicion it's because his girlfriend didn't want to meet up with him.
 
Once I was home I got fries for the entire family for dinner and my mom watched "My Kitchen Rules". She's totally addicted to cooking programs. Sometimes I watch them with her.

My mom said that I will probably get in touch with social work again because of my depression. I hate it when people try to deduce me, but perhaps this is for the better. I want to get better so bad; everything is slowely taking it's toll on me. If things keep going the way they are, I won't make this year; I can't stay awake long enough to do study and do homework.

Now I'm completely stuffed with fries and still tired. I'm thinking about buying Lackadaisy Volume I; the art is done amazingly, and the plot seems very interesting. Cats for the win.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- knetterzak

The scent of oranges

With sudden surprises, fancy cloths, and scented candles. 

 

I wanted to download some songs to my phone this morning for the 2 hour break I had that day, causing me to be late. I'm such a procrastinator; I got out of bed at the last moment and had to rush like crazy.

Turned out I only had 2 classes. There was a meeting planned for this date for all the teachers to talk about whatever teachers talk about during those things. It was such a delightful slap in the face. I practically jumped when I heard the news.

After school I put my school bag in my locker and went downtown for some old fashioned cloth shopping. I wanted to ask a friend to come along, but decided against it since I would feel so awkward and I really like to take my time deciding on what I want to buy. I don't have such a high income so I can't spend too much on cloths you see, so whatever I pick is better worth my money. I had been saving up for quite some time to buy this expensive shirt I really like, and today I finally got it! I love it so much, it's very fancy. I also bought two cheaper shirts and a box of scent candles. The candles are orange and smell really nice. I also accidentally poked myself in the eye with a plastic bag as the idiot I can be sometimes.

Really satisfied with my shopping endeavors I went back to school, picked up my bag and headed home. Lockers can be so handy sometimes. I don't use mine very often, though. The actual reason I got a locker is so I'd have a space to store my home baked pie. Why I store home baked pie in my locker? I'll tell you an other time.

Now I'm at home, whailing along to the Cranberries with their Zombies and considering watching an episode of Sherlock. I've seen all of them but it's just such a good series, I'm absolutely in love with it. But that after I've studied up on chemistry and done my applied mathematics homework. School continues to eat away my free time.

That was my day, how was yours?

- knetterzak

Exploding can excursion

A story with dissapointment, exploding cans and meat shields.

 

My morning started off pretty good. Managed to get out of bed (jay!), and I wasn't late for school. During biology class I heard the news that today was the date of the excursion exclusively for the students taking applied mathematics in my year. That is where the stress started since I am one of those students. I practically ran out of the classroom after explaining the situation to my biology teacher and hoarded all my books into my locker.

I didn't know the location of the place where we had to be, so I asked the janitor for directions and arrived there 15 minutes early. Unfortunately I didn't know the address, and there were like 5 different locations of the institution I had to be at. I waited and waited, but no one showed up and I didn't see any bikes owned by any of my classmates. A little bit worried I circled the area until the bus station clock said it was already past 9 AM.

I left for school again, very disappointed and mad with myself for being to much of a baby chicken to enter one of the buildings to inform. At school I asked for directions again and  the principle, as the nice lady she is, printed out a sheet with directions for me. The janitor had given me the right directions earlier, but not the final destination.

I jumped on my bike, sheet with the directions in hand, and went back to the same place, only this time one street further. Again, I couldn't find it, and didn't dare to go inside one of the buildings to inform, so I gave up. I had been looking forward to that trip for weeks, and now I didn't get to go. I was so frustrated.

Once I was home I just dropped myself in my mom's desk chair and ate a banana with some music. I just felt like stuffing my face to 'eat the disappointment away'. The joy of being alone didn't last long. My mom barged in after several minutes and started yelling to me as to "Why I am not at school". I shall not bore you with any details on that matter, but in the end she wrote a letter to the department head of my educational level. You could call it a dean of the sorts, but it's not really a dean.

Eventually I went back to school again since I had nothing better to do and if I had stayed in the house for a bit longer I would have died of awkwardness.

School was easily described for this day: Relaxing but so dull. There were only six other students present, since all the others were at the excursion *sob*. We ended up doing nothing at all for two whole hours.

We could just do whatever we wanted at Religion, our first hour. I just listened to some music and did some maths homework in that hour. The second hour, chemistry, was a bit more useful since apart from everybody being permitted to just leave, I stayed behind with 4 other people to ask questions about things for the upcoming test. Eventually we all migrated to the canteen since all the questions were asked and answered before the hour concluded.

In the canteen a classmate bought everybody cheap drinks, except for me (even though I am the person that actually hangs out with him during the breaks, but that is a story for an other time), and in the last minute one of the cans exploded and some of it sprayed in my face, which was not the most pleasant experience if I must say. At least I wasn't in the front line, there were people that had the stuff splattered all over themselves. There was also a couple that sat in front of me, and the boy used the girl as a meat shield, hehe.

Before our last hour we had a break, and I asked the boy who I hang out with, the one who throws free stuff in people's face, yeah that one, what the excursion was like. He wasn't too informative about it, but I still hate it that I missed it.

The last hour of the day was Dutch language & literature. Nothing special about that really. All the people from the excursion had returned and we just followed a standard class. Boring.

I had to cycle home in the rain, and now I want someone to throw chocolate at me.

Well, that was my day. How was yours?

- Roxanne

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