Hanna made this for me! Because ... I QUIT. 

Idiom

It's after midnight, officially morning now. Sitting in the living-room, alone. Worked until 10PM tonight, that was weird and disorienting, I can tell you that. I still feel the two pizza slices in my stomach, why did I do it? Because pizza is something you deserve after a hard day's work. 

In the meantime serious people are talking about serious things: the news. I'm enjoying it! Makes me feel mature. 

So, why am I sitting in the living-room, alone? Everybody went to bed. I didn't, obviously. My bed's not in the living-room. It could have been, but no, I'm glad my bed's up there. *points at roof*

I'm getting tired, hallelujah. I'm going to bed, after searching Ewan McGregor on Google Images and stare at his amazing face, a face I would love to plant a kiss on. Or two, maybe.

And now there's one thing I would like to share with you all, before I'm in "love"-mode:

...de een z'n dood is de ander z'n brood.

A picture I took in Fécamp, our awesoem view from the tent on the edge of the cliff.

This amazing illustration by Matt Gaser makes my heart pound like a madman. What an inspiration.

Frustrations out, soup in.

My fellow cashier-colleague (same age, different posture) did what I want to kill some cashiers for. 

While the customers were paying for their groceries she turned around, all the way, not just her head (probably because her unwieldy body won't let her), and began talking about a nocturnal adventure she'd had with a guy at the disco, well, I can tell you this, for what I've heard she probably had a good time. And I didn't hear too much, 'cause half the time I was distracted by the cluster of horrific pimples on her chin... Oh my, I almost puked in my mouth.

I hate it when cashiers at a supermarket do that. Just look right past you or have idiot (and very often and in my case, private) conversations with one another. You don't do that. 

1. You can do that during the break; 
2. You can do that not-during work-time;
3. You're an idiot if you do that.

And little (but not so little, I once wore her work-apron and I looked like I was about to go camping and I used my tent as a dress) colleague of mine, you're a real nice and sweet person, but never ever do that again. Especially not when I have customers to pay attention too as well. 

This was one of my job-frustrations,

one of many. 

I called in sick today. I feel so sorry for myself, been in bed the entire day. Just as lazy as I'm sick. But I'm really sick! I often exaggerate, but I don't lie!

I'm off to get me some soup. 

The soup. 

The soup. 

The soup. The soup. The soup!

X

Airs and graces.

I've been thinking about changing my blog-name. My singing coach gave me this awesome Doris Day song to rehearse and I loved it and it inspired me. But I don't know whether that would be smart or not.. I mean, the entire world, yes, I'm world-famous (*giggle giggle*), is used to the fact that I'm trouble, and blindfolded. Should I change it? Tell me. Advise me. Help me out here, subordinates. And don't hate me for my airs and graces, come on, everybody loves me. 

Clean living.

I didn't know I had it in me, but I thoroughly cleaned the entire house. Right after work, it was very  quiet at the supermarket, a typical Monday-morning, I'd say. With a British guy asking me where the "peanut sauce" was. I used my most British accent to send him to "the second isle, over there". Oh, man, do I love to do that. 

"Do you happen to have any lighters?" "Oh, I'm gonna have to ask that." "Hey, hebben we aanstekers?" "Nee." "No, we don't. I'm sorry." "Oh, it's okay." *

My God, I'm rambling again. Anyways, right after work I went home, kicked off my boots and started to clean the windows, do the dishes, vacuum the floor and scrub the stairs and people, I didn't know I had the skills, but shiiiiit this house is fresh 'n clean like a lil' babies-butt. 

And all the cleaning resulted in a very pale, tired face. But a satisfied, pale, tired face. A face that is about to just take the rest of the body to the attic, and that body is gonna take itself to the center of the room to put itself into the hammock to just hang around, literally.

I'm back!

The soft sun. The rushing of trees. The cracking noise of little rocks under your feet. The sound of the water gushing out of the waterfall in the park. The old ruins of Toutenburg. The smell of dog-poo. The dirty old man. 

It's all part of walk home from church. I felt like it was the last enjoyable summer's day. It's the 9th of the 9th. It's late. I think everybody just felt that autumn's on it's way. I desperately grabbed my most summerish outfit. It was a good day. 

Hey, guys, I know I've been quite a trashy blogger lately. Posting stupid things and weird pictures, I used to do that, but with class and style. I think I just found my personality back and thus my inspiration! :D :D :D :D And I use smileys. Slap me. Spanky. 

But I want to get back to blogging again. I think it's good to just empty my thoughts. And they're not as melancholic as they were the last couple of months in which I might have ruined my future. But we don't know that. Well, not-studying and working at the most ugly, local supermarket sounds like a waste of life, doesn't it? -- Well, in fact, it's not. Because I don't do that, running around ruining my future. I go traveling instead! ... Wanna hear the story?

I'm off to Bali at the end of October! Three days of lovely white beaches, palm-trees, sipping from a coconut .. Haha, I'll be living a cliché! Love it. 

After that, six beautiful weeks DOWN UNDER. Australia and New Zealand*. Can you believe it? I most certainly can't. I think when I hold my tickets .. I might even pee myself a little. Pee myself in complete disbelieve and realization of the fact, the beautiful fact that I'm going. I'm going to the other side of the world. I won't be alone. My grandparents live in Indonesia and will meet me there. And from there on we'll be sharing the adventure. My grand's and me. That's gonna be a good story. With a lot of good pictures, since my grandfather has a beard, and .. you know, every pictured is good when there's a good beard involved. 

But, financially this will not be doable if I don't work at that shitty, awful, ugly, stinky, smelly, freaky supermarket. 

*beep beep beep beep* "...twentythree euro's please."

*caching caching*

"Yes, thank you."

*ching ching*

"Good day!"

You will be hearing from me. Blogging is what I do best these days, besides smiling at people I love yet hate with all my heart. 

*SHIT YEAH. NEW FUCKING ZEALAND. I want to kick somebody, something, owereuibiuerbgyub! I've always wanted to go there. Bye!