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