My neck hurts.

You know how sometimes you go to the gym to take some class that seems kind of easy? Then your friend tells you that it actually will be horrible. Your heart gets a little lighter when you see all the old ladies, so you assume that it will be easy like Sunday morning. But then they start with the stupid moves. The old ladies turn into superwomen who rhythmically know which way to turn. So you and your friend end up as two 17 year young birds pathetically waving their arms in between Wrinkles who actually look like they have a clue. Your body isn't used to pumping your arms up and down like you are trying to get rid of flies. It hurts, but you don't give up because then the Wrinkles win. And your precious puberty ego can't stand that. And then, the next day, you can't sleep because your damn pillow is bended all wrong and the muscles in your shoulders seem to have gotten trice as big in the last 24 hours and life generally sucks.

 Please tell me you know what this is like? Oh. Is it just me? Well, whoop-dee-doe. Aren’t you just lucky. I guess I’ll just put Happy Ending by Mika on repeat again, look through my gossip magazines and pretend that I am dreaming and that my real life is in there, with Brad, Angie, Emma Watson, the cast of Gossip Girl and good ol’ Zaccie Efron and that there are no boring classes waiting for me tomorrow morning. Sounds like a plan to me! Sigh.

Mondays suck.

What can I say? They really do. Especially at 09.00 in the morning. Which it is right now. I am proud to say that I have discovered something new. Which is rare with my level of intelligence. (That’s sarcasm - before you judge me) Apparently you can schedule posts! Blogger gets better every day. So you can like write posts WEEKS before Blogger posts them automatically. So, right now it is 22.55 on Sunday, and you won’t read this before 9 tomorrow morning, because that is when I ordered Blogger to publish it. And the thing about me is that I can foresee that you will feel miserable tomorrow morning. Because tomorrow it is Monday and Monday sucks.

But to make your Monday a tad better I am posting this video. Watch it until the end, because then your Monday can’t get any worse. And that, my dear grumpy friend, is the best thing I can give you right now.

(Robbie won't work on here, so I am doing it the old fashioned way. Click here.)

Does anyone have an extra £605 lying around?

Because then you could buy me a pair of these as a Christmas gift.

Aren’t they gorgeous? So colourful and shiny and so (I have to say it, even though it is so not me) Dolce.

He wanted... me.

"I got them! I got a pair [of glasses] from the first film and a pair from the last one, so I was really, really pleased. The ones from the first [films] were very tiny."

Daniel Radcliffe, on his Harry Potter mementos

I am not a fan of Radcliffe, not at all. He kind of freaks me out with his light blue eyes and heavy panting. I do, however, have respect for him. He portrayed one of the best fanfiction characters of the last decade, and he actually did a pretty decent job. Sometimes. When I was in a good mood. I remember the moment I got this in the mail:

Who puts this poster in an innocent magazine? It is horrible, frightening and I hope the photographer will never eat chocolate again. What a horror to unleash to the world.

Anyway watch this, even though it’s kind of inappropriate. But I laughed so you should too.

Harry Potter and the X-Rated Trailer - watch more funny videos

I am changing my name to Didi DroolDrawer.

Feeling dreary, dull and down? The desperate dangerous desire to defy gravity? Drink a daiquiri and dig up a daffodil. Ditch your diet and dish up a donut. Then deal with diva Marieke’s delightful DroolDrawer and dream away with these drop-down-dead darlings. So whether you have double D’s or a damn dog, writing sentences with D’s are totally every bloggers desire right now. Duh!

Since I am Star Wars junkie I decided (LOOK a D!) to put Hayden Christensen on the stands this time. I felt kind of weird about it, since he is as old as my uncle, but you know what? Screw that. People my age like Johnny Depp and he is 15 years older. And he has a friggin beardstachegoatee. Hayden is so much cuter and he is of course both a Jedi and the force of all evil called Darth Vader. So lets’s see some pictures right :D (another D)

''I wish they taught green screen acting classes.''

''All I want is all what my mother wanted for me when she raised me - to be happy. For that, I don't need to be in a relationship. I don't need to have a certain level of respect. I just want to care very much about what I do and be kind to everyone in the process. It's important that I can feel that. That's happiness.''

 

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Hiii my fabulous friend! Let’s link.

If you have browsed my links selection (on the left for those who are slightly thick) you may have noticed the Fuck my life, my life is average and my life is twilight links. I’m not depressive, average or even so extremely Twilight but I still kind of love these sites. People’s stories are just hilarious and totally recognizable. Well I have never been stuck with my hand in my neighbour’s closet because there was a fire and my ex-bestfriends fiancés dog was trapped inside and I had to find the key, locking myself in, but, you know, it COULD happen. I know myself that well. Today I found another one to add to this list called My life is Harry Potter, which seems appropriate in these weeks of HP mania. Not that I don’t love the HP mania, I am SO going to see it again next week <3

I’ve got another one. If you like going through odd pictures that make you smile go through the archives of Digital Crushes. All the awesome things one can find on the internet, it’s (right now I am going to use the word I have always wanted to use...) amazeballs.

The author stopped with the Digital Crushes and went all mini superheroes instead, which is seriously the cutest thing ever! Kids often annoy me in real life, slimey is just not my thing, but when they are on pictures and look both clean and sweet, I can cope with them.

I apologize in advance for the overload of movie stills, I just had to.

You know how sometimes you are so happy that your heart seems to explode? When you realize someone loves you, when you get an excellent compliment or even when you are just hanging with your best friends doing what you love. I am ashamed to say that I was that happy this evening. Maybe not quite that happy, but I got close. I kind of skipped home with a grin on my face. I can hear your brain going; ‘’Really? All THAT for an HP movie? Loser.’’ I don’t care because I am still on a happy rush from the AMAZINGLY FANTASTIC HARRY POTTER MOVIE FULL OF THE MOST GENIOUS SPECIAL EFFECTS. There you go. I was actually satisfied with a book-turned-movie-movie. Who would ever think that after the crazy rages I have had had before?

What was so good about this movie? Well, this time they included the most vital facts of the book and they let the good things be instead of freakishly changing them. They used great actors for the little roles even though they only had a few sentences. They re-used previous actors. They painted the pictures we readers had in our heads and they put faces on our beloved characters. Voldemort was terrifying and Bellatrix horrible. The Malfoy’s were as they should be, scared to death and pale. The lovely little Dobby returned, saved the world and then died, making us sad. We got a bit of wedding and a kiss between Harry and Ginny, with an extremely funny Fred or George standing there watching. I was impressed by the stunning special effects when they opened the locker or when Hermione stuck her hand in the Shockingly Cute Super Bag Which Should Clearly Have Their Own Book/Movie/Fanclub.

But let’s focus on something else. As a crazy bookfan I tend to judge book-movies on how much they resemble the books. Was this a good movie when you haven’t read the books? Yes I think so. I had to explain some things to my friend who was with me tonight who didn’t read the book, but other than that I think that it was pretty damn great. It is an exciting movie, with unexpected turns and some shocks. It was also quite funny and even I who knew what would happen had some shivers going down my spine. It was entertaining, funny and with just enough details to be clear. The cliff hanger was pretty amazing I must say, even if you don’t know what is coming. So, in the end, the thing was a success. And I am looking forward to Part 2 next summer. Imagine the kiss between Ron and Hermione! And Molly killing Bella!

Btw, I found Ron aka Rupert Grint surprisingly buff. Who would have thought?

The Deathly Hallows

So in exactly one hour I am going to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! I know that as a die-hard I should have been there Friday and have gone all ballistic. But I’m not like that. I really love HP but I have never been someone who camps outside bookstores and who is waiting around online until the movie ticket sale starts. I’d rather take it mellow, and watch or read everything until I can get my hands on them. Heck, I never even saw the 6th movie in the theatre :P But since this is the 7th movie and it is friggin split in two halves of 3 and a half hours, so I scraped myself together and now I am watching it only 2 days after the premiere! Yay me.

Everyone says it is a better movie then all the other ones, so I have my hopes up and I promise you I will get my totally interesting opinion on this blog asap tonight ^^

“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it''

 “For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”

Ivan Panin

Sometimes all you have to do to see the beauty in this world is to get some random stranger to look into the camera and press the button.

This last random stranger had JUST quit smoking. Another reason to never start with those poisonous sticks of death.

Source

Bragging is not me, but I got a good grade for this paper and I am quite proud of it so here I go posting it online. Is this the longest blog title ever? Lala-humdrum-Glee rocks.

Task 3: Write a text about your first day at work in an international company. Make it humorous if you can!

My first day

- A story about nerves and red thongs


It all started on a sunny day in March. I was sitting at the dining table, looking through my mail when I heard my favourite ringing tone. Instead of having to rummage through my purse as I always do, my cell phone was right on top, vibrating happily on the latest Vogue. The number was unknown. I pressed the green button and said my ridiculously long name. I was forced to do that since my new boss could call any moment and I was quite proud of the way my name sounded. You would think that my parents were royalty instead of smelly hippies who at the time of my birth lived with Buddhist monks in Indonesia.


‘’Ah, I’ve got the right person! Hello, my name is Lucinda and I was wondering if you could imagine yourself on a cruise ship on its way to the Caribbean? Of course you can! We at Travel Safe & Expensive have a special offer this week and you are chosen to be one of the lucky people who...’’


I realized that I was staring at the wall with my mouth open, while the saleslady kept yapping on about a cruise, so I ended the conversation with a forceful: ‘’Bye Lucinda!’’ and hung up. I sat back down with a frown on my face and looked though my mail again. To see if there was anything I’d missed the first time. No, there were no responses to applications, no envelopes with all kinds of marvellous job offers and there were no keys to my new office on the top floor of some skyscraper. There were just bills and a postcard from my grandma who, quite honestly, had a more exciting life than me. Then the phone went again.


That was one and a half months ago. Today, after interviews, calls and recommendations I finally get to start my new job at Bloomingdales. With my make-up mask on and in my best looking outfit, I was standing in front of the enormous building trying to steady my hands. I reminded myself that this was a job I was perfect for and that no one would try to eat me up there. Stab me to death with the new Louboutins maybe. I followed some chic looking ladies through the sliding doors and breathed in my new workplace. It was a confusing scent of doughnuts, flowers and ink. As I headed for the reception desk, my heels making tick-ticking noises on the floor, my hands started shaking uncontrollably. I greeted the guy behind the desk, told him my name and caught him laughing at it behind his hand. He told me that it was a horrible name and that I would even be better off with his name. Which he told me. I laughed. He said that he preferred Adam, because then people couldn’t get confused by the silent n. That was my first friend at Bloomingdales. Adam was a secretary who, as every other secretary, wore eyeliner and slept with the boss. He found himself too good for his job, but kept it, because of the way he could be himself here. Adam brought me up to meet my new boss called Vera Woodsen. I had only seen her through glass at my interview. According to Adam that was a good thing because she could actually spit fire. I knocked and he disappeared. I heard a high-pitched ‘’Come in.’’ and I walked through the door with a blurry vision of myself being barbequed in the back of my head. Sitting at her desk was the sourest woman I had ever seen. She didn’t look up when she said:


‘’So you are Nancy’s new assistant?’’


Unsure how to address her, (Should I reply with courtesy?) I answered with a terribly Southern sounding ‘’Yes Madame.’’


‘’And you think you are capable of the job? I would just like you to know that we here at Bloomingdales expect nothing else but excellence from both our staff and our clients. The job ‘’assistant personal shopper’’ may sound like a summer breeze but with it comes a lot of responsibility. Our clients are all very peculiar about what they like, and your job is to fink exactly the right things. I don’t want mistakes. I don’t want wrong sizes. And I most certainly don’t want unhappy clients. Is that clear?’’


‘’Yes of course Madame,’’ said I, still standing in front of her desk. ‘’Crystal clear. I will do my best. I have even...’’ Then she interrupted me and sent me to Nancy to start. I went out of that office with the feeling that my biggest fear was over with, but that was before I knew what was coming.


Two hours later I was sitting in someone else’s office sorting out files. They told me that I would start out calmly. It was most certainly calm, because the hardest thing I had to do was remember the alphabet. Storming in came Adam. If I could come to Nancy’s office right away, there was a problem. Worried that they may have found my face book-page and that they had seen something they didn’t like, I hurried in and listened to Nancy’s message. Someone had a car accident. An important client was flying in from Austria and there was no one to cover. I was the only solution. Could I take over and help the client? I thought about it for a moment, pressed down the nervous wreck inside of me and said yes. Of course I could do it. Okay, then I was to run up to the roof to welcome the client.


Half an hour later I was picking out lingerie for the Duchess of Aufbershietzen uber Niechtenstein while her four bodyguards were surrounding us. Blindfolded. Because the Duchess of Aufbershietzen uber Niechtenstein didn’t want them to know that she preferred red thongs. The Duchess was embarrassed but I must say that she had a pretty good body for an 82 year-old. After that there was Emma Bourbon. She was the youngest daughter of the man who owned half the country. I have never in my life met a seven year-old as sure of her taste as Miss Bourbon. She knew what kind of colour she wanted on the unicorn that was hand-woven into her lilac pencil skirt. When I discovered the one she wanted, she just swept her credit card and then disappeared into the limo. At the end of the day I got to dress up Eddie. He was a balding divorcee, ready for a new life and looking for new gloves. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, but he was as sweet as the day was long. When he asked for my number I was extremely professional and told him that I could not mix my career and my personal life. I did not tell him that my career was one day long and that I was disgusted by his light brown fingernails. When I was done with my unusual clients I was called into Nancy’s office again. She applauded me for being so professional and for doing such a good job. Then she told me to be at her office 9 o’clock sharp the next day and to ‘’relax a bit on the eye make-up and wear shoes you can actually walk in!’’ I gave her my fake smile and went home, exhausted but satisfied.


That was the story of my first day here at Bloomingdales. Even though I am retiring now, I would advise anyone with an interest in clothes and fashion and a sharp eye for personal style to apply for the job of personal shopper. It is utterly rewarding and extremely fun. It will guarantee you eye-opening experiences for a lifetime and interesting contacts around the world. You will not regret it.


With kind regards,


Lucy N. K. D. T. L. Bass.

Marieke started thinking and that is where it all went wrong

Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

Albert Einstein

The world will never get as pretty as it is in your imagination. But the world is the world. We have to accept it, because I don’t see us moving to Mars anytime soon. We have to accept the volcanoes, the tsunamis and the snowstorms. We have to accept the differences between us, because that is how we have evolved from beings with tails. I don’t believe in God, but I do believe that if we all keep our hopes up, our hearts in the right place, our minds open and our eyes focused on happiness, we will each reach our own type of heaven. Let your mind wander to that stage after death, let it ponder the possibilities because that is what imagination is all about. The realization of our dreams. Even if it’s just in our heads, our hearts will believe it and in the end it will come true.

Other then living in my own little Marieke universe, I did something else this weekend. I baked. Which is not that shocking, because I like baking. Somehow I consider the fact that I can create lovely cookies from just a few ingredients, some handpicked berries and a little heart shaped cookie cutter pure magic. I guess I am at seventeen not as grownup is I like to believe.

I made what they in England call Jammie Dodgers, only heart shaped and with homemade raspberry jam peeping through the little hole. Picture? Nahhaah, they were literally swallowed down by my ‘’little’’ brother (He gulps down a box of cereal a day...), so I never even got the chance to take a proper blog picture of them. You know all colourful, edited with my name fancy down in the corner because god forbid someone used one of my pictures and wasn’t capable of cutting of my signature! Mine are grey and slightly unfocused and they’ll probably will be until I get myself a proper camera, so feel free to use them wherever and whenever you like. As long as you don’t blame the quality on me.

Final Countdown Best Female Voices!

Nr. 40

Leann Rimes. (Who is THAT? And what is up with her 90’s hair? Ow, look, she is wailing a song, standing on top of a blue and black building in the middle of the night. Damn, that’s good tv.)

Hello boys and girls! (barf) Join me on this exciting night of forgotten female singers! I am bored and there is this lovely channel called Vhr, which I have never seen before, and there are they doing this FASCINATING countdown. I love countdowns. I always want to know who is the biggest slut in Hollyville, who’s had the most husbands and YES, who is the sexiest person alive. There are always unknown D-list celebrities giving their ‘’opinion’’. (It’s not an opinion is you get it whispered in your ear from your manager, my darling) I especially love this one, because Rihanna got the 41 place. Let’s see what else Vhr has in mind, shall we?

Nr. 36

Marina and the Diamonds

I’m not a robot.

YAY, this is the song from the Lindex commercial! I never really quite understood what they were singing in that commercial, until my lil’ sis of 9 told me that it was ‘’I’m not a robot.’’ with a horrible smug voice. I’ve had the song on my IcePoddler for a few weeks now, but it’s nice to see the video.

Nr. 34

IT’S ENYA! Sorry outburst. Carry on. (Can you believe that I am actually excited to see who is on top?)

Nr. 25

J.Lo. is shaking her bum right all over the tv screen. I disagree. Her voice is not better than friggin ENYA’S? They also picket a horrible song. Gawd.

Just to interrupt this lovely post that is turning rather dull, I can assure you that I do in fact have a life. But I thought since I was going to answer e-mails, catch up on blogs and find recipes to bake tomorrow, I could just as well put this amazing countdown on. Smile.

Nr. 18

Dido – White Flag

After a toilet break, a cola break and a small fight with my siblings over the remote (This music SUCKS! Go back later! Mariekuuuuh!) we are now at 18. I just noticed the steamy David Boreanaz (Yes, I looked that up) playing Dido’s love interest. Who knew he doubled as ‘’the quiet guy’’ in music videos?

Nr. 9

Tina Turner

I made it to 9 people, I am still alive. Siblings have all found themselves something else to do, and left me alone with my current obsession to see who number 1 is. What if it is Madonna? :O

Numero uno! And *drums* the final winner of this loooong countdown is... disappointing. Aretha Franklin is superb but I can’t help but be a bit bleh right now. I was hoping for someone with a horrible voice so that I could trash her right here on my blog. If it couldn’t be that I was hoping for an unknown voice, someone new to download and listen too. I KNOW Aretha. I’ve got her on my beloved youknow-pod. I have got some freakin R-E-S-P-E-C-T for her.

That was the unbelievable long countdown. That was my Friday night. I’m planning on going to sleep somewhat early, to keep my great sleep rhythm going. I will fail miserably.

You know you love your/My Family

This will be

An everlasting love

This will be

The one I've waited for

This will be

The first time anyone has loved me, oh...oh...oh...

Nathalie Cole - This Will Be (An Everlasting Love)

So I am watching this comedy called My Family. It is British and funny and modern and so… Did I say British? I adore it. But the thing that I do not adore is my growing addiction for the show. It’s like I can’t help myself. I turn on my computer, I turn on Miro, I turn on the show. It is like a reflex. A force of nature. A gene the aliens (Other people might insert God here) programmed me with. I can’t stand chocolate that is right in front of my nose and I can’t stand unwatched My Family episodes on my laptop. I went to bed about an hour ago and all have done since that is sinned. I was done with one normal episode. Then there was the Christmas special, right there, digitally winking at me. What harm could an extra 30 minutes do? Or 40? Or even an hour? I mean who does even need sleep? And school? I don’t want to be anything anyways. I could just watch My Family for the rest of my life. Until there are no more episodes… Then I’ll switch to Bones. Then Charmed.

And then when I am an old not-even-cat-because-no-time-to-buy-one lady with her laptop actually glued to my lap and square eyes with a maniac glare in them I will realize that there is no other show to be addicted to. And then I’ll die. So I think that it is a good idea to go to sleep now. Buh-bye bloggie and sleep soft.

I don't wanna rock, DJ

I don't wanna rock, DJ

But you're making me feel so nice

When's it gonna stop, DJ?

Cause you're keepin' me up all night

Rock DJ - Robbie Williams

Saturday evening, 02.17, in bed placed in a clean and tidy room, the desire to sleep is almost killing me. I did a lot this weekend and that includes eating almost a whole box of ice-cream together, doing ALL the laundry, watching cute guys play football and make monkey noises, making pita-pizzas, almost falling asleep while watching a movie about trolls and discussing my non-Christian believes with some people from the bible school in the middle of the street. But what I did most last night was finally cleaning and tidying up my bedroom. All the things that I found! A lost bill, some forgotten birthday money, a pile of cool cards and you know, I could go on ^^ So I stapled some things to my walls and taped some to my door. Then I found a piece of ‘’fish’’ string. Brushed the dust of my shoes. Went nuts with all the unused medical stuff and fixed it a place. Sounds like a party to me! But believe me, the satisfaction after the work is lovely.

You wanna sneak a peek? Here you go.

The laundry which looks mighty fine is I say so myself :P I'm almost done with everything so I hope helga gets happy when she comes tomorrow.

The dishes which I have to do inbetween studying seriously for my test and doing nothing tomorrow.