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

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