Went to bookstores. Rotated bookstores, so it seems. 

Took pictures of guys in the bus. I'm so very sorry. Shame on me. 

Took pictures.

Shot a classmate ... well, snapshot.

Met the King of Cats.

Cried like a madman when I saw this movie.

Loved the Beatles more everyday.

Realized I adore Jugenstil.

Want to move.

Fell in love with this guy.

And with this guy.

Thought of Harry Potter a lot.

Went to an amusement park with my best friends.

Felt rather nostalgic, pretty much every day.

Had several drinks with that fine lady over there...

Had coffee. 

Went to a flower theater on wheels.

Said a lot of goodbyes.

Bought a BlackBerry.

Pretended to sleep on the road.

Saw cats flying.

Wore old Docs.

Ran through flower-fields with Vera.

Almost won.

Saw a rainbow. [That's Hanna's rooftop!]

Took a pretty awesome picture of this butterfly. I'm proud.

Created.

Had a huge hole in my roof.

New bedroom.

Dreamed about going back here .My, that was one great vacation.

 Was a bear. 

Gratuated! [Yes, I'm pointing at you with a spoon, duh]

Wore a dress to school. That's new!

Man, twenty eleven, you've been one great year. I wonder what twenty twelve's got in store! 

Westminster Underground

I think Reese is wearing a Speedo.

Look at that beard!

This editor-in-chief is over! Done with it. Literally. And my lustiness is a goner. Even my bed doesn't look comfortable anymore. And normally I don't even utter true feelings on the Social Network, because it makes me wanna puke when people do that. Share it all with the world. I mean ... come on! Really?! But ... now I just made me wanna puke. 

I want to make something, and break it. 

Is that .. normal? 

No. Probably not. Don't ask me any difficult questions man! Lets deep-fry some stuff. 

Plato is an ugly bastard

I should be reading things about a total eclipse and fires that devour everything, but I feel like I've done enough for today. And I have. Tomorrow. No, tonight. Yes, tonight. 

So, tonight it is. Tonight I'll start reading again. 

Probably after ten [YES THAT RHYMED].

And now, just to kill time, a monologue: 

Lookin' good!

Wait, this entire blog is a monologue. Why do I even bother to say this is a monologue. My entire life is one big  fucking monologue. Wait ... what if everything is in your mind? What if you wake up one day, to find out that everything is completely different than you thought? 

What if this -I'm making a "this all"-gesture right now- is nothing but your own imagination? And you see things the way you want to. Well, if that is the case ... 

No, I'm not even going to say what I wanted to say. 

I better start living in reality for a change. 

Maaaaaaaaaan, this is the hugest Plato-moment I've ever had. (What is friendship? What is courage?) O man, I have so much to think off. 

Not now, I'll just sigh everything away. I'll think about things tomorrow, or later. And don't you tell me what to do! My imagination, my rules. 

One of the weirdest cuties.

If you'd ask me: What is the weirdest creature on earth? I would say: An axolotl. What a weird, tiny, little creature that is. And pink. And it has a creepy smile. But a cute smile. Adorable, actually. And those little paws! And those ear-things! Lovely. 

That is an animal that a person like me would buy on a stupid impulsive day. 

So please, somebody, whenever you're around and you happen to know I have one of my stupid impulsive days, stop me. Stop me from going to the pet shop, or anywhere they sell axolotls. I'd probably feed it wrong stuff ... But my o my, isn't he cute? Sigh. 

Don't read this blog, it's a pile of pure crap.

1). Darwin Deez is singing in my ear. I love Darwin Deez. And Roelof has seen them live. I can't stand it! I am supposed to be the one who's seen them live! He's seen everyone live. Why  has he seen everyone live?! Evertime I say: "O! They are awesome! I want to see..."
- "I've seen them live."
ONFOINEWOINFO OINEW FNIOENWOIFNOINOIEIOMPFNOPENSPNONOIGNIONROINGFOIRNFOINEOINFOINEONI

No, I'm not begrudging you, don't worry.

2). Darwin Deez is singing in my ear.

4). I finished my report about ... something about parkinglots. I don't think I ever shitted more bulls.

ANYWAY I'm actually pretty overly euphoric about the fact that I finished it ... now the only thing standing in my way is that cow over there. Move it. Moooove it. Mooo! Mooooooooooo! Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? ... Wait. Why would I say that to a cow? Why would I even say that in the first place?
Why ... why did that piece of shitty lyric even cross my mind?

List of answers to every question I asked in this blog: 


- He's seen them live because he actually goes out there. You don't Lydia, you don't. You just sit on your lazy behind all the time. Stupid girl.
- No.
- Because you're an idiot. And slightly stupid.
- Idem dito
- Because secretly, yet not that secretly, your twisted mind just works that way.

THE END


PS
did you notice I skipped 3). ? I did that on purpose.

Strawberry Fields Forever

So, this is where I drive by everyday. Every single day of the week. It's not that bad, is it? 

Melancholy...

Kamp Westerbork 

... at night while everyone was sleeping ...

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this blog. 

If you hold in your breath under water long enough, right before you drown ... you get this feeling ... a feeling that -at least, that's what they say- is even better than an orgasm. So, drowning isn't that bad after all! There are people who try to "catch a glimpse" of this feeling though, kids, mostly. They just go to a random lake, get in, go under water and hold in their breath until they get that awesome feeling. Lots of times they don't survive. Well, to me, it actually sounds like a great way to die. And I always thought drowning was the worst way to go. 

Not that I'm going to try to do it! Although ... 

meh. Just kidding. [I tend to make a lot of kids on the internet lately]

Hahahaha, making kids. I still think it's funny. How pathetic is that? Laughing about your own jokes! Even typing "hahahaha" to laugh at your own jokes virtually! 

PS

I dedicate this blog to Genius Next Door by Regina Spektor. That song is about that drowning-feeling I told you about a few seconds ago. 

My guitar and my rambling band.

Did you ever realize that when you say ... "this guy" it sounds just like you say "the sky"? I was just thinking about the sky. Not this guy! The sky. It's so outstretched and .. big. And sometimes even blue. It hasn't been these days. Mostly grey. Sometimes a spot of blue. And I think it was blue one afternoon this week, after a big shower. An intense shower. It wasn't even a shower. It was more .. stormy. A storm. A stormy shower. 

This is isn't really getting anywhere. And I'm still listening to William Fitzsimmons. Still! I don't think I can ever get enough from him. Ever. I want to meet him. I really want to. But there are so many things that I would just  l o v e  to do. I'll make a "things I would just love to do once, alone or not alone, I don't mind"-list ... right now! 

T H E  L I S T  O F  T H I N G S  I  W O U L D  J U S T  L O V E  T O  D O  O N C E  ,  A L O N E  O R  N O T  A L O N E  ,  I  D O N ' T  M I N D 

I  w a n t  t o : 

• go to New Zealand
• make my own wine with a traditional press somewhere in Italy
• go to South Africa
• have a VW Beetle
• tour through Ireland with that Beetle
• revive John Lennon, so we can talk about beards for hours
• write a book
• write a poem
• write a song
• climb a mountain
• climb a tree
• anyway, I want to overcome my fear of heights, 'cause it's not necessary to be afraid of heights;
• buy something utterly useless just to look at it;
• revive Shakespeare to make up words that actually make sense
• knit my own scarf
• learn how to ride a skateboard without at least hurting my bum very badly;
• let myself fall and be caught
• break any record
• meet Fin Greenall
• meet William Fitzsimmons
• meet Paolo Nutini
• meet Michael Bublé
• have a cat [maybe even two! But one will do]
• have a beach house
• make kids while writing a blog ... 

Okay, I could elaborate on how badly I want things. But actually I start to feel kind of melancholic if I see this list. But hey! Once ... once I'll be able to say: I did all of that! Because it's not even that difficult to accomplish. At least .. not THAT difficult. Slightly expensive, but I'm willing to put some moneys aside for this. I am. Are you? Kidding. Just kidding ... I almost said something stupid. "Just making kids, you know." HAHA THAT IS JUST PLAIN STUPID BECAUSE MAKING KIDS IS SOMETHING ELSE THAT KIDDING, right? It is, right? HAHA MAKING KIDS WHILE WRITING A BLOG, IDIOTIC ! But I'll put it on the list ... 

THE END

***

And you know what? I still love you. I still do

He deserves a "less than three" more than anything.

HIS MAGNIFICENT BEARD AND SNOW AND A HAT

William Fitzsimmons. My lovely singer/songwrites and part psychotherapist. Why do you make me feel this weird? This sad yet veiled with happiness and maybe even a slight hint of love? Why do you make me cry?  

Yes, you do Will. And that's why I love you. 

There's a possibility that you're thinking: why the fuck is she talking about him like she knows him?! Well, I happen to know him! Not in person. But I just do! That is one valid argument ...  

I read an interview: 

Fitzsimmons explained he's always willing to err on the side of forthrightness and, "if I can be so bold to say it, I don't think there are a whole lot of other musicians that do that."

"It might make me less cool, but I don't really care," he added. "I was never going to really achieve the cool thing, anyway."

I was never going to achieve the cool thing, anyway. I LOVE HIM FOR SAYING THAT I REALLY DO AND I'M NOT USING ANY PUNCTUATION BECAUSE THAT SHOWS EXACTLY HOW ENTHOUSIASTIC I AM 

Yes, I know, I'm overreacting just a little bit. And the capslock wasn't absolutely necessary ... o wait, YES IT WAS

Okay, one little thing ... the icing on the cake ... his beard. It's so furry! And so ... beardy! I want to write a song about his beard. And when I'm done with that, I'm going to write a song about him. And after that ... I'm going to write a song about his songs. I will. Once. 

I love my fans.

When I was in London...

... I took a picture of the Westminster Underground sign. This picture only needs to flickering lights and a Dumbledore. Then it would have been perfect.

Thank God it's Friday?

No. 

Not today. 

I'm not glad it's Friday. 

No. 

Shakespeare. 

I just wanted to end this blog in a positive way. 

So therefore the "Shakespeare".

Coffee.

This is not even a blog.
I do like the shape of it though.
Yes. 

When I was in England...

... I took a picture of the Changing of the Guards. It was boring, but awesome. Pretty freaking awesome.

I got drawn & I love it

By Durk Jan

How cool is that? He's a natural. 

Yeah DJ, you are.

Hi.

Hi Sanneke.

Whattup?

I Fink I'm in love ...

I found our old DVD player, somewhere in my brothers room. Covered with -what seemed- tons of dust. I cleaned it, unraveled all the wires and plugged them in. I didn't expect it to work, but it does! Even the bass-speaker works, so I feel excited like a kid the first warm day in May. I really am! I even jumped around a bit. 

The only thing I need to worry about is 1). how not to keep everybody awake at night and 2). how to maneuver away the sea of wires that's on my floor right now. Ah well, I'll find something. And if I don't, my father will. He's a genius when it comes to that.

Guess what I'm listening right now? Guess who's wondrous voice fills my room? Guess who's stunning guitar plays with my eardrums? Yes! FINK! Of course! Why wouldn't I? I already dedicated three tweets to him. Because he deserves to be tweeted about. And he deserves to be loved. And to be blogged about. Which I do right now. I dedicate this all ... to him. YOU HEAR THAT FINNY BOY?! I hope he does. Somehow. And I hope he doesn't mind I just called him "Finny Boy". Too far? Ah whatever. 

It's time. Time for coffee. It's always time for coffee.

I dedicate this blog to this day. This day is amazing. It started off with my mother, bringing me breakfast in bed. Adorable! It was perfect. Coffee, toast with cheese and a tangerine, pealed and everything! I felt like a nobleman. And I loved it. Just like I love this day's weather!

I know, it's typical to start talking about the weather, but I have to! Because that's what it's all about. At least, that's what my mood's about. I'm obviously less "merry" when the sun ain't shining.

O my goodness. I'm less merry when the sun ain't shihiiining! I'm going to write a song! And it needs to have that sentence in it. Even though it's such a cliche and pretty much every song has that in it. Sunshine and happiness. Happyness. No! It's happiness! With an 'i'! 

- Is 'fuck' spelled right?

Ha, I love Will Smith's kid. Well, I love him when he's young. Now, he's an adolescent boy, with his pants down his butt. Ah well, who cares? If Will doesn't, I don't.

Alright, if it were warmer out, I'd go outside, but it's not. So I'll stay inside, with my book and my music and my socks! And maybe some more coffee. Definitely more! Coffeemonster! It's time for coffee! 

A question to James V. McMorrow

I love this picture with all my heart, I wish I were the one who took it. 

James Vincent McMorrow, I love you, you're an amazing singer, and some of your songs even make me cry every once in a while. True story! 

There is just one question I just have to ask you ... 

Why, oh why, why on earth do you look so stoic in the "We Don't Eat" music video? The. Entire. Time! 

The pathetic thing is that it's actually bothering me. It's an AWESOME song, no lies. It's touching. The lyrics are inspirational and very well found, the music is baril-liant [there's no way I could have emphasized on the brilliancy of the music any more], no, it really is. 

But why, why, why on why the stoic face? Non-stop! I can't believe it. And the entire video is kind of .... not what I want it to be and not what it has to be. Everything he sings about it so picturesque! He could have chosen to either NOT make a music video, or something that would just visually support the lyrics. I'm confused. And frustrated, why can't you be perfect? Like your music.

Well, maybe it's just because that IS his expression and he is not that much of an actor. If that's the case ... I love him more. Just because. 

Okay, this is all I had to say about it, I hope you somehow read this once James, James V. I still love you, you know. I always will. Though cry or laugh the next time you make a music video. Or at least show SOME expression. Please? 

I love you! And your beard and remember ... we don't eat until your father is at the table! 

Randomly editing eyes and stuff ...

Marion's eye. 

Passionate Packages

I'm entirely covered with wool. My lovely IKEA-woolen-plaid is the only thing keeping me company. And I'm loving it. The only missing thing in this picture is a cup of steaming coffee, toast with slightly melted cheese and the paper. It would be awesome if that all just flew up the stairs, wouldn't it? 

But I'm not in a hurry. I have a day off. Yesterday I had a day off. Tomorrow I have a day off. The day after tomorrow as well ... and so on. A week of doing nothing! Nothing but having fun and sitting around. On my bed. And other soft things.  

At this moment I'm eagerly waiting for my Fink-CD to arrive. It better arrive today! Or I'll sue Bol.com, I most certainly will. 

Actually, I'm not that eagerly waiting, because if I were ... I would be sitting in the doorway, waiting for the postman to come. And I think I would start singing ... 

Wait. O yes! Wait a minute Mister Postman! Wai-ai-ai-ait Mister Postman!
Mister Postman, look and see! (Oo yeah!) Is there a package in your bag for me? 

Please, please, please Mister Postman! 

Yes, it would be something like that, I think. I would just LOVE to do that once. Just start singing to the mailman. I will. For sure. And now I'm going to do some mental preparation for brunch. I need an hour for it. And than I'm gonna read, read like I've never done before. Because I love to do so. Reading is a passion. It's my passion ... 

... just like I love being covered in my woolen IKEA plaid. It's a passion. My ... passion.

Jane Carrey?

I just found out Jim Carrey has a daughter. I didn't know! How come I didn't know?! She doesn't look a bit like him. And everybody seems to be talking about her big boobs. I quote: "Her voice is just as nice as her boobs. And she's got very ... nice ... boobs." -- Ehh, yeah. Right. 

Becoming famous has never been that easy, has it JANE CARREY? Well, being Jim Carreys daughter is a contributing factor too. A very big contributing factor. He's awesome! But having him ... as your father? 

I wonder what it's like to have Jim Carrey as a father. It can either be very, very funny or very, very tiring. Or both. I think it's impossible to have a normal father-daughter relationship with a guy like that. Impossible. 

S.A. & I'm talking shit again.

I seem to have a certain weakness for Scandinavian men. Especially when they sing. When they sing awesomely good. And for some reason, there are quite a lot of 'em over there in the north! I might move there once. Into the north. Into the west. Annie Lennox sang that one: Into the West. It's a Lord of the Rings-soundtrack. That's one of the songs that keeps giving me goosebumps every time. Every-single-time. 

Soundtracks, some movies have the most awesome soundtracks. My favorite one is from (500) Days of Summer, and Dear John. O man, I wish I had put that all together. I wish I made that film! 

Okay, if I would have, it wouldn't  have been as good as it is now. Yes, it's the best movie ever made. The main reason I started about (500) Days of Summer is that I'm looking at the cover of the DVD right now. Joseph Gordon-Levitt, go look amazingly handsome somewhere else, asshole. 

Man, I love that movie. But I don't like it when ... SPOILER ALERT

... she says she doesn't want to marry him, and he get's all unhappy and miserable [I don't like to see Joseph miserable] and the worst thing is that she actually gets married to another dude! A way less nice dude! I don't get it. I never got it. But maybe it's good. No, I know it's good! He moves on, stops working at a post-card-design-thing and starts doing what he really wants: architecture! And I don't know why I'm saying this all. And what would a SPOILER ALERT be, without me SPOILING it all! 

He finds another girl, Autumn, and they're going on a date, but you never actually see the date, because he looks at the camera ... right before he walks in a room for an interview. So you don't really know if it worked out for him after all. But we all expect it did. And for the melancholic people ... it's possible that it DIDN'T work out for him and that an exact same story continues, but with a different name: (500) Days of Autumn. 

I like talking shit. I missed it. I'll be doing it the next couple of weeks. Don't y'all like shitty blogs? Isn't that what life is all about? 

Symbolism

The human body. What an extraordinary thing! All those little things that keep stuff together. What fascinates me most is this thing I read about once: Laminin. One little cell, that keeps all cells together. Smaller than the smallest atom. And the most fascinating thing about this whole Laminin-thing is that that one tiny cell, has the shape of a cross. The cross that keeps everything together, we can't live without it. O man, do I love that symbolism. 

Vera