Day eighteen – Childhood picture.

I'm still in Førde and the oldest picture I have of myself on here is this one

So, yeah that was how I looked back when I was fake red. You know I miss fake red. Now I'm boring brown-ish. And that bores me. So yesterday I went to the hair dressers and got bangs. Which was stupid, because they keep annoying me.

But I assure you when I was little, I was one cute little bugger and if I ever get my hands on a good digital version of myself, I'll post it.

Day seventeen – Your favourite memory.

I’ve been thinking about this one all day. There are so many memories to choose from. I’ve been alive for exactly 6 471 days, and man, a lot has happened since then. I’ve grown up and stuff, slept one third of my life and on top of that I’ve been going to school for what feels like a 1000 years. But I chose my memory, so let’s see if I can write about it without tearing you up.

When I was little I had a great-grand-mother. She was my mother’s grandmother on her mother’s side. She lived in a little house. I don’t remember much, but I remember that we always got the same drink. Rivella. I don’t know why she stocked bottles of it, I don’t know why she always gave it to us, the only thing I know is that I kinds didn’t like it. But I drank it anyways, because, you know, the lady was in her 90’s! It became a tradition; when we were visiting grandma De Jong, we would get Rivella. She passed away when I was about 8 or 9, but the only thing I remember from that funeral is my mom crying. I’d never seen my mom cry, so that image always stuck with me. It is the only funeral I’ve ever been to.

Anyways, now, every time I see Rivella, smell Rivella or even drink Rivella I think of my grandma De Jong. It’s like my taste buds have brains, because I get always transferred back to when I was young. And it’s like I am back in the little living room (and later the retirement home) being all adorable and showing my ugly drawings to my mom’s grandma.

Day sixteen – Your first kiss.

I’m not going to include too many details, let’s not forget that this is the world wide web and pretty much anyone can read this. And, you know, girls my age should not kiss and tell. (Because we get Sagrada Familia sometimes and tend to kiss frogs that never turn into princes.)

But my first kiss was of course before I’d ever been Sagrada Familia. It was exciting and clumsy. It happened inside, my cheeks were blushed from dancing and it was back when my hair was vividly red. It was crazy ass bananas, but fun. I probably wouldn’t kiss the guy now, but back then it was the right thing, I suppose.

Day fifteen – Your dreams.

I dream about castles in the clouds. I dream about drowning in a frozen lake because I can’t find the hole in the ice. I dream about the internet coming to life. I dream about my scattered brain being a maze. I dream about rolling off a mountain side, unable to stop and then crashing into Whoville. My dreams are busy and uncontrollable. They cause me to scream, walk, talk and eat in my sleep. I don’t remember about 97% percent of them and the rest is stuff I use to amuse my friends with. Sometimes in my dreams I am at soccer practice and roll my ball around in my bed. Asleep.

If I could choose my perfect dream it would be like this

and I would be able to walk around in it and DO things in my dream.

I would wear this

And these

But I guess that that'll never happen. Sadsmiley.

Days thirteen and fourteen - Excuse me for living.

Day 13 – This week.

The past week in three words; summery, relaxing, money-earning.

Day 14 – Bad habits.

My bad habits in one word; non-existing. I’ve been practically perfect even since I quit my nail-biting this winter. (I talk too much, I'm a drama queen and sometimes I forget that the world actually does NOT revolve around me.)

Random video.

I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1 again this week, and jezus, best HP movie ever. I will totally drag my friends ass to a movie theatre this summer to watch HP and the DH P 2, even if we are in England Interrailling and we are poor. BECAUSE I HAVE TOO.

Day twelve – What is in your school bag?

My schoolbag is lime green and dirty and about 4 years old. It is my pride, because I hate boring schoolbags. On a usual schoolday it contains my books, my laptop (I hate that fact, because my laptop is like 3 kg and enormous.), my wallet, agenda, pencil case, calculator, various measuring tools, water bottle and sometimes food. Plus some loose change in between all the pockets.

This is how she looks at 00.35 at night.

 

Znore.

Day eleven – Your siblings.

Well, I’ve got two of those too. One of them is a girl and she is seriously the biggest daddy’s girl ever. She has angelic blonde curls and big blue eyes, thereby tricking everybody into thinking she is lovely. But she is the she-devil. Seriously. She doesn’t shower either. Femke is 10 years old, surprisingly clever and she is addicted to lame Disney Channel shows. She is growing up right now, switching from Miley Cyrus and pink to Taylor Swift and purple. Not a big change? Hah. Puberty will soon kick in and she is just about 10 centimetres lower than me nowadays, so I hug her whenever I can. It’s not difficult, I just can’t breathe in.

The other one is a boy-man and smells of too-much-cologne. He is like 1.85, has too much gel in his hair and has the biggest feet ever. Size 47. I remember back when he was this tiny little guy, and that time when I cut his blonde curls. The curls never grew back and my little brother is now a long, lanky giant. He plays guitar and is addicted to stupid video games. His room is tidiest one in the house, which makes me worry about his mental health. Sometimes he is the biggest brat ever, telling me how utterly stupid and ugly I am, and sometimes he is the amazingly mature 15 years old he really is.

I like my siblings. They are both long and skinny, so in a few years I’ll be their chubby, tiny little sister, but that is okay. It’ll be cute and I’ll outsmart them any day anyways.

Day ten – What you wore today.

(I guess I was supposed to plan this day and wear something ah-ma-zing, but I didn't)

 

Today I wore dark blue socks, army green skinny jeans and my oversized HM pyjamas top with cool print, that I use for anything; to work out in, to wear as a dress, to chillax in and sometimes even as a pyjama. I accessorized that with just-showered hair and no make-up.

I’m not the type to photograph myself and since my outfit was neither fashionable nor weird, just comfortable and boring, I decided that I’d paint a vivid mental image. You got the image? Good. Then I can go back to eating tortilla chips and not caring about my looks.

Day nine. I believe in forgetting stuff and then wriggling your way out of them.

HI WORLD

I am currently watching Darren Criss’ livestream and it is like 10 levels of awesome. But I forgot to blog today. But this is a blog, technically. I’ll fix this, and write about my beliefs later on, but right now my true belief is that DARREN CRISS NEEDS TO MARRY ME. Okay. Bye.

Darren Criss picture spam.

I hope you can read this. Because it is funny and stuff.

Day eight. A moment

Man, I’m messing up my days. I really should have started on the first of April or something. Okay, so let’s level; today is Tuesday the 19th and I am at day 8 of my 30 days challenge. From now on I’ll be effective and post BEFORE midnight. Ow, and I skipped day 5, but that one will come back later on.

Day 8 – a moment

I like tumblr. I still don’t quite understand it, and I am already spending too much time online to start one up myself, but I like reading other peoples tumblrs. Like Ida’s. She posted this video the other day, and I kind of feel like I should have seen it before. A few years ago I was a total Harry Potter fangirl (I’m talking forums and stuff) but nowadays there is just so much more to worry about. Like Darren Criss.

This video can easily make me cry, but I won’t cry because that messes up my make-up. It’s just, you know, WE are THE Harry Potter generation. It’s us people. We are the ones who grew up with the series, we are the ones who will remember it best, and we are the ones who still will love it to bits even after the final film has come out.

I grew up with the series; I spend hours in my little Barbie-sheets scared of the dark because I imagined Quirrell coming from the corners in my room. When I was 11 I waited for Hagrid to come knocking and giving my little bro a pigs tail. But nothing happened. I got sad. Then I read book 2, fell back into love and now, at 17 they are still my favourite series. I still can't help but shiver when I read about Voldemort. Harry Potter IS everyday magic. And this video, you guys, this is a testament to that magic.

Day seven - a TV show addiction

Ross: "I can't believe you two had sex in her dream."

Chandler: "I'm sorry, it was a one time thing. I was very drunk and it was somebody else's subconscious."

The One With the Ick Factor

Friends. Because Friends is the bomb. It’s hilarious. It’s recognizable, even for me in my seventeens. It’s silly. It’s a classic.

I absolutely LOVE this clip, but thats because I am Dutch and it is funny.

I’ve been thinking about which one is my favourite Friends character but I found out that I kinda love them all. You know; the quirkiness of Phoebe, the geekiness of Ross, the awkwardness of Chandelalalier-blah, the total stupidity of Joey, the annoyingness of Rachel and the neuroticness of Monica-wah-wah-wah.

Chandler: "What are you doing?"

Joey: "You said I had to give you the chair. You didn't say anything about the cushions."

Chandler: "The cushions are the essence of the chair!"

Joey: "That's right! I'm taking the essence."

The One Where No One's Ready

Phoebe: [Right after playing a song in the coffee shop ] ‘’If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.’’

Chandler: They do me?

Phoebe: You know, like... uh, okay: "Could that report be any later?"

Chandler: I don't sound like that.

Ross: Oh, oh Chandler...

Joey: Yeah, you do.

Ross: "The hills were alive with the sound of music.

Joey: My scones!

Phoebe, Ross, & Joey: "My scones!"

Chandler: Okay, I don't sound like that. That is so not true. That is so not... That is so not... Oh, shut up!

YES I did go with something obvious and known, because I kind of wanted to be done with this day. Don’t judge me. Next time I’ll do one of my others.... (Charmed, Glee, Desperate Housewives, Prison Break, Bones, My Family and ehm, I think I have a problem and am in need of terapy.)

Day six.

Hey world. I did not blog yesterday. You know how I always say that being busy is for whimps? Well I was busy yesterday, which I guess makes me an official whimp. But no worries, my definition of love will make an appearance as day 31.

Day 6 - Your day

My day started late. About 11 o’clock when the local schoolband decided to open their bakesale-lottery-thingie by BLASTING music all over Lavik. I left the marching band 3 years ago for a very understandable reason, but that reason kinda went out the window today when I decided that I HATE THEM. No I don’t. I just hate waking up to them.

After a breakfast with a little too much chocolate spread I went to the fourth day at my new job. Which was fun and embarrassing, because, you know, you kind of have to know all these codes and that just reminds me of science, which reminds me of school, which reminds me of stu-dying. (I don’t know the codes yet, so I have to stand there like an idiot and find them.)

After a few hours of work we ate dinner, and then I went to practice driving with my mom and my cousin who is visiting. The driving went quite well until I freaked about a car meeting me on a narrow road with on one side DEATH and on the other side A MOUNTAIN. Let’s just say that my parents’ new bumper doesn’t look new anymore. It’s scratched. Today will go into the books as the day I lost my car accident virginity. Luckily my father has been in numerous serious car accidents so no one is mad at me. ‘’Honey, I think YOU should call the insurance company this time.’’

After the car destroying we saw a movie. Public Enemies, with Johnny Depp and Christian Bale. It was gonna be my third time, and I thought it was good, but after about 40 minutes I realized that it was pretty boring.

And now I’m tired.

Bye internet, please don’t disappear while I’m asleep. (I dreamed that once, weirdest thing ever.)

Day four. What did you eat today?

Aaaa, this one is interesting. And I’ve got to say; What DID I eat today?

I googled a picture of food. You better be appreciative.

This morning was pretty interesting too. You see, my friend Kristin was going to pick me up with her (Jippy – woohoo- OMG, we’re growing up you guys!!!) dad’s car. My roommates woke me up but I, of course, fell asleep again. I had a lovely dream about internet things coming to life, (? Yeah, I don’t know what that was about either.) but then I suddenly woke up to my phone making weird noises. Apparently my friend had called me and texted me, at the same time as my alarm was going off, so that combined was pretty strange :P I woke up, scared the hell out of myself, and screamed into the phone ‘’Hiiiii!!, I’m up!!’’ That was about five minutes after my friend was supposed to pick me up. Haha, funny. I threw on some clothes, packed my bag and put my shoes half on. That was all I did. No breakfast, no make-up, no cleaning of the teeth, no taking with me lunch. Lovely to wake up like that.

But anyways, so I didn’t eat breakfast, I did however ate an apple the second I got at school to, you know, at least give my teeth a bit of cleaning. At school we had free (free? Yeah free! FREE!) Easter lunch today, sooo, then I ate one sandwich with ham and cheese and one with soft-boiled egg. Weeheee. And iced tea. Sugary iced tea. Bad move, but so delicious.

After a schoolday full off peaks and valleys I finally got to the grocery store, where I bought dinner. Pasta, steamed broccoli, raw carrot, sauce and oven-salmon. Kinda healthy except the sauce of course. Dinner worked out, except the fish, which was half raw. Stupid people who write the wrong times on the box. You’d think Norwegians would at least get THAT right. (Burn.)

Because we were planned to go the movies tonight, I also bought some candy, but just a little bit, because you can’t see a scary movie without at least SOME chocolate. We actually ended up missing the movie, because of three girls not using their brains, but I ate all the candy anyways. Because I was sad.

And now I’m eating grapes. A half box of grapes. Because grapes can go bad when they are left on top of the microwave a whole Easter vacation.

I just realized that it actually was a pretty healthy day, except for the breakfast-skipping and the candy-eating. Other than that I’ve covered the veggies, the fruits, the wheats, the dairy and the fish. Yay me.

To end this bloggerlike;

What did YOU eat today?

There are 20 minutes left of DAY THREE!

Hi people!

You know how I decided to take on my 6th language this year? And I chose French of all languages? And how people kept asking me if it wasn’t too much? And I answered all of them laughing and feeling smug, because baby, I was going to learn that 6th language? Well that was silly of me. Because today I’ve been revising for my French oral test tomorrow, and at the same time I had to revise for an important Spanish presentation, and I started messing up things in my head. I’m usually kind of good at dividing the languages that float through my head, but this just made me dizzy. I don’t like to regret, so I’m not regretting but maybe the choice wasn’t the best after all.

But let’s get to the point of all of this; I have to talk about my parents. I’ve got two of them, one male and one female. (Yeah, just laugh, but nowadays parents can be any combination of people.) My dad is called Laurens. He is turning 47 in December and owns a hotel. My dad is someone people remember. ‘’Was that your dad? He’s cool!’’ He is not cool you know, he is totally lame. His hair is really, really grey, almost white. Apparently it started turning grey when he was 28 or something, dangerously close to when I was born. It must have the anticipation of having such an awesome daughter that made him lose the colour. I don’t really care about my dad’s hair, but as, said I’m his superawesome daughter and I have like a 50% chance of turning grey early. And that scares me. 5 words about my dad; super-toothy-smile, pancake-baker, kinda-funny, Scrabble-buddy and crazy.

My mom is called Trijnie. She just turned 46 and owns a hotel too. The thing I don’t want to inherit from her; droopy eyes. She has droopy eyes. It’s a family thing, but I’ve got enough family things (nose, fingers, boobs) and I don’t want another one. My mom is tough. Not tough-tough, but nice-tough. She loves me, I know that, but I also know not to angry her. My mom is one of those people who knows where everything is even though it’s totally lost. She is also one of those people who cleans my room even though it’s not messy (ITS CALLED SNOOPING MOTHER) I kinda love her for the fact that she always is talking about going hiking every friggin weekend, but never follows through. Sounds like me. Except that I hate hiking. 5 words about my mom; pretty-hands, animal-friend, draws-well, helpful and crazy.

Thawazzalototext.

Now I'm gonna zzzzznore, cause I'm a tired panda and this shit is bananas.

Day two. Your first love.

You know, it’s the second day and I’m already chickening out. I guess I kind of dived into this without thinking what I would have to put out ‘’there’’ on the big scary internets. I know that I am not forced to do anything, buy my honour, pride and dignity are always kind of in the way with things like this. Honour, pride and dignity are so unneccesary. It's not like I'm a Disney prince.

So, I decided that I have three options with this question:

1) Come up with something ridiculous and stupid (but funny) to write about, so that you would think that I was cool, but also irritatingly avoiding the question and would stop reading this blog.

2) Skip the whole thing an instead post a super awesome Youtube video, because Youtube is still my religion.

3) Be honest.

I’m going with number 3, so brace yourselves.

My first love? Man, I don’t even know what love is.

There I said it; I don’t know what love is. I love my family and friends and stuff, but I don’t think I’ve ever loved a boy. Like, proper Love with an L. I’ve liked a lot of people (I like boys pretty fast, it’s my biggest weakness next to the cooper test. How that went you say? Well I didn’t DIE so that is positive.) But I’ve never had an official boyfriend. Apart from Darren Criss.

Before you feel sorry for me, please don’t. I’m not pathetic. Boys are weak creatures and every single girl out there could have a boyfriend if she wants. There is however a big chance he is a sleazebag so I know many girls who prefer being single-ish. Single-ism isn’t a bad thing, you know. Without boys we can spend more time on things that matter; chocolate, clothes, shoes, make-up, having pillow fights in our underwear, ice-cream, Darren Criss, working out after eating to much chocolate and ice-cream and maybe even a little tiny bit of school.

But sorry, I’m drifting away. My first love you say? Well, I don’t know, let’s go live life and find out, shall we?

(Apparently today is the day I am deep. Sorry for that, won't happen again.)

FACT: Dinosaurs were made up by the CIA to discourage time travel

I have the coopertest in one hour. I’ve figured out that I’ll have to run more than 5 lapsaround the field to get a four, also known as a C, and I’d be happy with that. That means that I can use a minimum of 2,5 minutes on each lap...

O god, I’m gonna die. I seriously hate having to do these tests. PE is fun, but running, man, that’s just torture. Can’t I just bake the gymteacher a cake or a batch of cupcakes?

:(

Day one. Introduce yourself.

Okay people let’s do this!

(To illustrate how short my legs are, I decided to throw this picture into the mix. Yes, the legs with the red socks on are mine. No, I am not kidding.)  

My name is Marieke Brock and I’m going to start at the beginning. I was born 8 September 1993 and I’m the eldest of my siblings. Back then we lived on an island outside of The Netherlands, called Terschelling, so I was born on the main land. My mom is from the island, so basically all my family on my mother’s side still lives there. My dad is from the south in The Netherlands, so most of my family on his side lives there. I’ve always loved the contrast of my mom’s farmer-ish family and my dad’s city-ish family.

I grew up in a row house, with a dog, a cat, various fish, rabbits and guinea pigs. We had an ultra cool hill behind our house, and part of in was in our garden. On the hill lived an old scary lady and we were the only people who had part of the hill in our garden, so that was like ‘’the big thing’’ when friends came over :P We had a ‘’hillhouse’’ and we would climb up en down all the time. In 1995 I got a little brother, who is called Piet, and then in 2000, I got an sister called Femke.

In the spring of 2004 we emigrated. I know. Life changing. To NORWAY. I KNOW. But it wasn’t that bad : )

My parents basically got sick of their jobs (Or something like that) and since my mom went a year to school in Norway back in the 1800's, they decided to try Scandinavia. There are probably a lot more details, but in my memory they decided to move and BAM we moved. As said, it was life changing.

We moved to Lavik, a little village next to the Sognefjord the second longest fjord in the world. My parents bought a hotel, renamed it Lavik Fjord Hotell and now, after almost 7 years we still own it. At the time we just kinda moved in, so we lived in fact IN the hotel, but now everything is updated and rebuild, and now it is more like an house on top of a hotel. But it’s still a hotel. People ask me if that is weird, to live in a hotel and to always have your parents around. It’s not weird, it’s funny, and it’s never boring. Lavik is seriously tiny, but at home there is always something going on, whether it are crazy guests, my parents flipping out in the kitchen and then being all nice towards the guests or the chef running down to the quay because my brother CAUGHT AN FISH AND WE NEED A KNIIIIFEEEEE! (That seriously happened.)

Nowadays I live in Førde with two friends aaaand I go to school. My life is pretty normal and boring and awesome. I do my homework, I go to the gym, I hang out with friends, I spend too much time on the computer :P I really like to read and watch movies, but recently I don’t seem to have the time anymore. I am however addicted to a few series and watch them online. Lately all my spare time has gone up in finding out ways to let Darren Criss know that I am marrying him. I also like to bake and stuff, and that is not even only because I like to eat things with chocolate. I really think baking is fun. I love you, Darren Criss. So basically I am a normal teen. Seriously.

I could have written about two more pages about myself, but I won’t because I have to make myself a sandwich. If Darren were my husband I could have made HIM a sandwich.

END OF DAY ONE.

(Please excuse my horrible paintskills, but it is so much fun!)

About 30 days and the reason why I am awesome.

Hello world, my name is Marieke and I am jumping on a bandwagon. An old used one, but still, a bandwagon. I like bandwagons; they are fun and even though Urban Dictionary says that jumping on bandwagons is: ‘’To follow the group as it has the majority or a vast number of followers’’ or ’’When someone adopts a popular point of view for the primary purpose of recognition and/or acceptance by others.’’ But I don’t care, because I am kind of awesome, thereby making everything I do awesome.

I of course totally stole this list, but I tweaked it a little bit, you know, to awesome it up.

The days:

Day 01 – Introduce yourself.

Day 02 – Your first love.

Day 03 – Your parents.

Day 04 – What you ate today .

Day 05 – Your definition of love.

Day 06 – Your day.

Day 07 – A TV show addiction

Day 08 – A moment.

Day 09 – Your beliefs.

Day 10 – What you wore today.

Day 11 – Your siblings.

Day 12 – What's in your school bag.

Day 13 – This week.

Day 14 – Bad habits.

Day 15 – Your dreams.

Day 16 – Your first kiss.

Day 17 – Your favourite memory.

Day 18 – Childhood picture.

Day 19 – Something you regret.

Day 20 – Facts about you.

Day 21 –Photo of the item you last purchased

Day 22 – Something that upsets you.

Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better.

Day 24 – Something that makes you cry.

Day 25 – Your favourite things.

Day 26 – Your fears.

Day 27 – The content of your freezer

Day 28 – Something that you miss.

Day 29 – Your aspirations.

Day 30 – What you had fro breakfast today. (OMG, are you happy to be finished or what?)

Sooooo, the next 30 days are going to be all like this. Fun, ey? If you like it, prepare to get to know me better. If you don’t like it, check in with me in about 31 days. I don’t think I’ll be posting anything else, but I’ll save it all up and then overload you. Yeah baby.

In the name of boredom.

Today I was bored. I’m not bored a lot so when I’m bored I am really bored. Like, super bored. So I decided to clean out our cupboard thingie. It’s kinda hard to explain but think small, cold room with spiders. In there we’ve got a bicycle, an extra bed, empty boxes, my mixer, two paintings, the electricity cabinet, the vacuum cleaner and a whole lot of bottles, both soda and bottles you can get totally Sagrada Familia off. We’ve also got plastic bags. Many of them. But, you know, go figure; three girls living together, having to cook dinner and buy chocolate and shop, they need bags. We also go to the grocerystore a lot and in Norway we use plastic bags in grocery stores. Because we’ve got oil and people don’t care about the environment. I decided to be nice, and planned to fold ALL OF THE plastic bags and then make sure that we take them with us to the grocery store and re-use them! Clever, ey? Yes, until I’d dumped all the bags on the couch and realized the amount.

Crazy. Bags everywhere.

I went to lie down in the cloud of plastic.

It was fun.

( I kinda feel the picture above should be my new profilepicture on facebook.)

And scary.

I even used a bag as a hat, even though when I was little my mom used to yell: ’’Marieke, do never, NEVER, never ever put a plastic bag over your head! Never. You will suffocate and DIE. No, not funny, DON’T DO IT. You hear me, never ever in a million years!’’ Well, mom, I did it. And I didn’t die. Like, thanks for lying, mother….

(I’m kidding of course, if you are very little, don’t have my steady hand or think it’s funny to have a baby with an H&M face, DON’T PUT PLASTIC BAGS OVER HEADS. Cause someone will die.)

After two cups of tea, a boring episode of Ghost Whisperer and a mind-numbingly episode of The Kardashians I was done.

Look how pretty they all look, nice n’ folded.

I didn’t bother to count them, but I’ve already stuffed a couple in my schoolbag to use instead of having to buy new ones all the time. I also sorted the bottles, so I’ll be even earning us some money later by recycling them. Oh, happy daaaaaaay!

Because the name Marieke kinda rocks. It's like the cooler version of Maria, Virgin and Mother of Jesus

I CAN HEAR BIRDS! After months of snow and slush and rain and wet feet and cold and scarfs and MELTING snow and freezing, there are BIRDS outside my window. Excuse me while I do my happy dance.

Today is the day I listen to 8 year old songs from my namebuddy and download them. Because I listened to them when I was ten and got happy.

Gagaloo.

You know what I have noticed? Being a freak, a geek, a nerd and a loser is the new being blonde and big-boobed. Look at today’s biggest pop artists; Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Ke*dollarsign*sa, Nicki Minjah. What do all of these people have in common? Yes, they look ridiculous. Even golden oldie Madonna is going on the freak tour. One of the most popular TV shows today is Glee (I don’t have actual facts but it is one of mine favourites), a show about expressing your inner loser-geek-nerd-freak. New celebrities are discovered all the time through Youtube. Like the Biebs and, even though she doesn’t belong in this category but I just have to mention her, Rebecca Black. Being different is cool. Admitting that you are different is cool. Pretending that you are different is... sad... but hey, that just means that you are TOO normal and that is kinda different too. Which is cool.

Barcelona, baby!! I'm home.

Barcelona was FUN. It was surprisingly hot, excitingly new and I loved getting to know my classmates better. Barcelona is such a beautiful city, and the atmosphere is great even though people are significantly poorer than here at home and pick pocketing is a lifestyle for many people. But we were actually the first school group going to Barcelona without getting ANYTHING STOLEN. Yeah, you heard right. 48 students being all hormonal and crazy in the sun and none of use LOST ANYTHING. That’s what I call POSITIVE.

I didn’t buy much stuff, which was smart because I’m planning a big one-month interrail trip this summer, which is going to cost... a lot. Like: a lot a lot. But I managed to save quite some money, so yay me.

Other things that happened:

I got sunburned. Bad. Like, lobster on fire. I was lucky, as it was just my face and cleavage, those are easy to threat. Although a teacher called me ‘’the girl with the pink boobs.’’ No worries, she was a woman. But it is already turning into a tan, and that makes me happy because I have never been tan in April.

I drank more españols than I ever have. So that’s when I got so Sagrada Familia that I totally made tacos out of myself. But what can I say; I ate too little that day and when you do that the cacahuate goes straight to your head. It didn’t take long for people to realize that I needed food and agua, I suddenly found myself eating flat croissants. That probably saved my ass. My chicas are so sweet. But of course yesterday I was all dizzy and giggly and guacamole. (Aren’t I really good at using my Spanish vocabulary to get my point across, without risking admitting something illegal?)