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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.