Salt, Pepper & junkfood

Howdy partners!

So I'm doing this internship. We have this very cool office. We also have an office dog. Her name is Pepper. She eats absolutely anything. Yesterday we were all having lunch and one of my colleagues eats his peanut butter sandwich with sugar. I thought that was weird but the dog eats it too. Whenever anyone is no longer hungry, a shout goes to the dog. I swear, that dog will not be much older and will probably die of a high cholesterol.

They said: "What do you get when Pepper sneezes?"
I was forever clueless.
"Pepperstray!"
Hehehehe.

S'laters!

Away with the bugs!

Evening lovely people,

Today, I have done something I hate doing: I cleaned my room. Erghh. This includes:

• Moving junk to a new location.
• Dumping junk in drawers.
• Scaring bugs away.
• Doing the laundry. (Bleeeeh)
• Piling junk up.
• Giving up.

So my room is now, like, clean... ish. Oh well, you get points for trying, right? It's not that much of a mess actually, I just have a lot of stuff that evidently doesn't fit into my room. It isn't my fault I can't fit more closets in there.

Also, I have been noticing it is getting darker outside. I mean, it gets darker every night, obviously, but now it gets darker earlier. It must be a sign, telling me to go to bed earlier. Or it might just be the seasons changing. Who knows? I don't want summer to end yet, because then I'd lose my reason to sing 'In The Summertime' by Mungo Jerry. That song's like supercool with knobs! But seriously, what kind of name is Mungo? Why would anyone call their son that? It's almost as bad as Tiger Woods. And he didn't even have whiskers. These parents are beyond my understanding.

Well, I have to get an early night tonight as my annoying alarmclock will start beeping at 5:30. Great.

Toodles!

Pre-internship jitters

Good day weirdos,

It is Sunday, though the sun is very absent. In two days I start my internship! I am excited, but also rather nervous, and having what are known to me as Pre-internship jitters. These jitters can actually be pre-anything but today they are pre-internship. As said before, I'm really really looking forward to this, the internship, not the jitters, but we all get to the point where you get slightly shaky and uncertain about what you are about to get yourself into.

What ifs start to surface, but as I'm still loyal to the Law of Attraction, I'm refusing to let these what ifs penetrate my mind. Or my sawdust. Take your pick. Happy happy happy happy happy happy. Honestly, it helps. Jitters mostly gone.

In other news, my other blog has reached it hundredththth post today. Don't you just love anniversaries? Of any kind? I do. It will be a bit of a do when this blog reaches it's hundredththth post, I'd say. I like to dos. But, with no further ado, I leave you. I'm getting giggly. That's the cue to leave.

Cheerio!

Aaah I'm blind!

Good morning sunshines!

It's such a beautiful day that I decided to get up early and tell you about it. Among other things obviously. You're not thát special.

Anyway, I got up from my bed and left my Hole of Darkness, ie. my room, and opened the door to the livingroom. Zeek zeek zeek zeeek! (insert horror violins here). The sun was so bright I nearly lost my vision altogether. That would have been awful.

Mom brought me a cup of tea in bed just before she went to work and I groggily drank that. Awwww! She is so sweet. It's one of the very few things I love to wake up for in the earliness of day. Tea, a second after you've woken up, is wonderful, I cannot begin to describe.

I'm listening to a song called 'Let It All Hang Out' by The Hombres. Great song. Nearly as good as Dylan's 'Subterranian Homesick Blues'. The first verse-y thingy of this song goes like this:
'A preachment, dear friend
You are about to receive on John Barleycorn
Nicotine and the temptations of Eve'
And then he makes a farting noise. Does that mean that Eve farted or that he did? Sometimes I don't get musicians.

Well, I'm off to enjoy part of this beautiful day in my beautiful bed again.

Toodles!

Positiveness

Good morning lovely loonies!

This morning, which I realise is afternoon but I just got up...is fabulous. Nothing whatsoever is happening, But as I'm currently reading 'The Secret' , I am feeling very positive. This book of knowledge discusses the Law of Attraction. And I don't mean boys. Well it could be in fact boys. It tells you that what you think is what you get. You should think about what you want and make that want dominate your thoughts, because your thoughts become things. And your good happy thoughts attract happy thoughts and happy feelings. And if you are feeling sad and having sad thoughts you'll keep feeling sad until you think happy things. So, if you had boys on your mind all the time and you keep thinking about how much you want one, you'll get one. Easy eh?

I think this Law of Attraction could possibly explain why in Harry Potter, they have to think of something happy to defeat a Dementor. Oh my God, J.K. Rowling knows the Secret.

I'm only on page 40 so I have a bunch of pages still to read and knowledge to acquire, but still, I'm already more aware of what I'm thinking. Right now I'm thinking I don't want rain, but this isn't a right thought because it's about what I don't want. I want to stay dry is a better thought. I'm thinking this because I'm about to leave for speech therapy thing, but I don't think the Law of Attraction works on such short notice. Besides, my mind isn't soaked with the thought of wanting to stay dry. It's soaked with wanting to go well on my internship, and wanting to get published. I have yet to learn to guide my thoughts better, and focus. Oh well, I'm patient.

Going to have breakfast now, and call my dad, asking if he wants to give me a ride.

xoxo

Faye

Shopping spree

Evening chummies,

Today I went shopping with one of my girlies in the city. Woo. I don't shop often but when I do I shop a lot. My intention was to only buy stuff I needed, ie. a battery for my camcorder which costs a fortune that I don't own and some supplies for the internship I'm starting on monday.
Well there I was in the technical thingies shoppe. I grabbed the battery and didn't look at the price because I already knew the price and I would probably faint if I saw it again. The battery has a 14 hour life when charged, which results in 7 hours of filming. Woo.
Anyway, walked on, passed the DVDs and CDs. Wait, wait. DVDs? Walked back. Browsed. Took. Bought.

Acquired items:

• Battery
• Music and Lyrics DVD
• Miss Potter DVD
• A Knight's Tale DVD
  
• Paolo Nutini - These Streets CD
  

Went on to the next store where my friend had to buy some things for her field trips to wherever in the wild. To examine plants and insects and that. I admire her.
Went into a couple of other shops, a music shop but they only sold books, about dead musicians, and just sheet music. I wanted to ask the shop people about MIDI-keyboards but didn't as they looked old and loony and like technophobes. Will consult the Wacky Wide Web for help.
Had lunch in a shop. Chips and chicken things with sauce. Not bad, not expensive. Just unhealthy. It's a miracle I'm still skinny. Friend was wiser, had soup.
Went into several bookshops.

Acquired items:

• The Secret - Rhonda Byrne
• The Complete Novels - Jane Austen
  

After that we had a little time left before our ride would be there so I bought the necessary stationary for my internship. Nothing fancy.

Acquired items:

• Stationary things
  

It had been a successful shopping spree, and the weather had been surprisingly sunny. Just as we were about to go back to where we had asked our ride to be, it started pouring. This is not fair. Someone must hate us. Also we had to cross an open bit of square and traffic lights to get to where we were supposed to be and of course all the traffic lights were red. So, we looked like drowned rats. Lovely.

Did get home, we dried up a bit and I did the laundry that overheated in the dry cleaning machine. It must be my lucky day. I was looking at a possibly going to be blown up dry cleaner with my laundry and thought that perhaps I would have to wear shreds for underwear, but I didn't. Thank goodness. It didn't blow up.

I hope this bad luck is going to end now.

Goodnight.

Faye

Blood on the wall

Gidday bunch of loons!

Today is one of those days where everything is boring. I got up late and feel like a zombie with a headache. Assuming that my zombie self has a head at all.

I was just looking over at my wall and saw a bug crawling above my bed. I have nothing against bugs unless they come too close to me and are in my bed. You never know what they decide to crawl into. So, in order to prevent having biting bed bugs I took this paper cd-rom holder thingy with a cd in it and walked over to the wannabe bed bug. I wanted to just sort of whack the crawler at the side so that it would go flying off and away from my bed and I didn't want to kill it because that is quite unnecessary. I put the cd-rom holder thingy against the wall and made ready to launch the bug and wacked it sideways, but, a little too forcefully. SPLAT! The bed bug was launched alright, only it's body's contents where left behind on the wall. I am a bug murderer with blood on the wall. I killed the bug. Oh no! But I was more worried about the dark stain that was on my wall. My wall is white. I ran to the bathroom and got a stash of toilet paper and ran back after wetting it in the sink and rubbed the wall, hoping it would go away. It did! My wall is wonderous.

Other than that I've done nothing much worth telling. Apart from watching 'Premonition', that crashed halfway through and now I'm feeling rather buggered because I can't watch it's said to be bad ending. By the way, Sandra Bullock is weird in this film. Freaky when she acts upset.

Am now going to keep being annoyed about the crash of film and hope that it miraculously starts working again.

S'later!

Elvis lives!

Hullo!

Today I went to this market, the market of ye olde photography things. Dad wanted to go and so Mom and I accompanied him there. I have one word for you that will probably sum the entire market up. OBSESSION. Seriously, these people sit behind their little stalls, and they all sell, or just show off, these very old camera's and lenses and things. They all sell the same stuff though so I don't see the use. Really. I wouldn't want to buy anything there, even if I found it the least bit interesting, because I think that if you transported whatever you spent a ridiculous amount of money on, home, it would crumble to pieces. But then again, people who buy this stuff, ie. loons, would be loony enough to glue it back together. And the pieces would be so tiny that they would glue their fingers together and they would have to have their fingers surgically removed.

Nevertheless, the weather was nice and it was quite fun watching the loons in their natural habitat. Oh, and Elvis lives! I saw him! He was rocking and rolling on ye olde photography things market. The loons were twisting and jiving like loons on loonpills at a loonconvention. But Elvis was très amusant!

Byeeeee loony people!

Wéééh wéééh wéééh

Good evening chumoleys,

I thought the river party was three days long but it is only two. Tonight is the last night and I'm not there, but I'm not actually sad now. I can hear the bands and there singers and its just wéééh wéééh wéééh and very off key. I think I have permanent eardamage.

For a second I thought that there was this really cool singer there but then I checked the official part website, which is just a white page with letters, very messy. There I saw that supposedly cool singer was an imposter. Got all excited for nothing. Wéééh.

Now the singing is mixed with mexican music from my telly. Because I'm watching that Brad Pitt film I was rambling about earlier, with Julia Roberts in it. I'm going to close my window to shut out the wéééh and 'everybody dance noew!'.

Ahh, quiet. Apart from Julia shouting at Brad. Go Julia! Well, I'm watching that film so...

bye!

I feel good! Tudududududu!

Good morning chummies,

I don't feel like a zombie this morning. Blimey O'Reilly's trousers! Call the newspapers. Sleep was good. Though I had to leave my Lappy on for some maintenance and couldn't close it because then it would go to sleep. So a penetrating White Light of Doom was keeping me up at first. It was reflected in the mirror on my closet and hit me in the eyes. Plus there was a lot of rattling. Gggrbbrrttthhhuurrr, it went. There was nothing I could do about the rattling but the light I fixed by putting my 'I love myself' t-shirt and my little top with Scottish print and a silver chain thingy over it. How creative.

I feel quite happy chappy (what is the female version of chap?) today. Perhaps that's because of yesterday's oldies music and the idea of old people acting like hippies and idiots.
On the other hand, it looks like I won't be going to the river party occasion thing, because all my pallies, or better said, the one pally that would consider going to such a meeting of loons, is not around today. So I will have to listen and boogie down to the music from a distance again. Unless I go by myself, but that's a bit... sad.

Guess what? 'Nick of Time', the film with Johnny Depp I was telling you about was on tv yesterday. And I forgot. Twit. There is something on later tonight. 'The Mexican', with Brad Pitt. Erlagh. Julia Roberts is actually also in there and she's good. So I'll watch it anyway. Even though I've already seen it. Will supress gagreflexes for Pitt. He is not a bad actor but I just don't like him. Except in 'Meet Joe Black'. Possibly his best film. Gave peanutbutter a whole new meaning.

I'm now going to contemplate the meaning of peanutbutter. It's probably bigger than the meaning of life.

xxx Faye

Boogie by the river

Hello bookwormy on the Internet people,

I am sitting in my room, on my own, with my window open. About half a mile away from here is the river and the little ferry across it. And there is a party going on. Half the town is there. I am not. Cruel world. There is music and beer and drunks and I am missing out. It lasts three days, so I might go tomorrow. They are playing these really really good oldies, with brass section, rocky Elvis like voice and drums and guitars and stuff. Plus, it's always good to see old people behave like idiots.

I have no idea why there is a party that last three days but it's called after the river. Maybe it's the river's birthday. I was there last year and lost my coat. I don't know why I brought it in the first place. But then my nice pallies went back and got it for me and brought it to me. It was covered in yuck. I don't even want to know what it was, but it looked like snot. Luckily it was a plastic coat and it came right off.

But no yuck on my coat this year, yet, as I'm not there. I'm just sitting, listening from a distance. It does kind of makes me want to go over there and be loony. With the old people. Everyone's loony then so it doesn't matter. I can actually hear them singing along now, like crazy old people who think they are cool and acting like adolescents. Bunch of hippies.

I have a feeling my pallies might be out among the old people. But I am not feeling sorry for myself. I'm wearing a t-shirt that says: 'I love myself, my ego proceeds me'. And a pair of pants that are pink with flowers and little beads on them. Can't beat that. Hmm. I think I might be the hippy here.

Well, until later or possibly until after I've done some sleeping.

Lalalala.

Pissy weather

Once again hello!

I have returned from the land of the unconscious. After returning to my bed, I ended up in some sort of coma because I only woke up four hours later, at midday. A hole is now in my day. I could have been all sorts of things but I just slept.

All sorts of things would not include anything outside, though. It's pouring. And this is supposed to be summer. We'll probably get blizzards in the winter and another ice age will start. Then we'll have to live like Eskimo's in small frozen huts. Only positive thing I can think of is that there'll be Eskimo kisses.

Mrs. Next Building (which is basically next door but not in this apartment building) was just out in the yard doing stuff. I wonder if she got wet at all. Heehee. Serves her right for always having garden parties with delicious barbeques that we can't have because we live in a second floor apartment. We don't have a garden. I do have a small lane of grass at my humble abode, but it's on street side and you can hardly hold parties or barbeques there. I would most likely set fire to the grass. And the meat.

I do always enjoy the sound of the rain on my window, but now it has stopped raining and it just looks very pissy outside. As if someone's grandma just died. Well, there's probably more than one granny dead today, somewhere in the world. My condolences to everyone that has lost a granny today. My gran died a long time ago. It was very sad. She was always very sweet, though I sometimes thought she was whiney. But I was young and ignorant. She'll have forgiven me for not always being enthousiastic. She very much liked her Sherry. I never knew my grandads, or my other granny. I wonder if they were as loony as I am. I do think I got my looniness from Dad's side of the family. My aunt is insane. I love her.

It's raining again. I'm going to mope about it like a mopey person on mopepills in mopeland.

Bye.

Semi awake

G'morning wacky pally persons,

I am on a semi awake streak. I have no intention to completely wake up. In fact, I'm only on a break from sleeping and thought I'd use the occasion to write something. When semi awake I can be really smart, mind. All things considered. I'm not half the zombie I am when I'm awake.

I just went to the loo and when I returned I was nearly tripped by one of my two cats that thinks she is a ninja. She thinks that shooting past me just as I try to go through the door is funny. She is a living, walking, stalking, annoying roadblock at times. But really she just wanted to hijack my bed. Minx. But I caught her in the act and started a pillowfight. Ninja cat ninja'd away. Probably to be even ninja-er on the balcony railing. Very dangerous. She fell off once. Stupid cat. I don't know why she thinks she is a ninja. But then, she also thinks that the carpet is a tree and digs nails into it and won't stop pulling until it comes off. Very annoying.

My other cat is a poser. Really, if you come near him with a camera he curls up and poses. If there was a Maxim for kitties he would be in it. But then, he also thinks he can talk to birds. When he sees them near the balcony, he sits on the table and makes funny noises and weird mouth movements, it's like a bird entrancing thing, because first chance he gets, he wacks paws at them. It's not very often though, he's not very smart. Gets ninja'd a lot by ninja cat.

No sign of ninja cat now as I've locked her out. The bed is all mine and calling.

Zzzzzz.....

Moving house

Evening ladies and gents,

I've moved house for the weekend. This means that I'm now over at Mom and Dad's instead of my own humble abode. However, this abode is also quite humble and homely. It's always a bit like going back to base. Getting spoiled again because well, you're 'visiting' now. It's all very lovely.

My room here looks the same as it did when I left here two years ago. I think I've only ever cleaned it twice since then too. Luckily Mom does the occasional vacuum thing. It's still a sodding mess though. Especially my bookcase. It's filled with books. Yes, surprising. But half of those are children's books and the other half is my Tolkien an Harry Potter collection. Sad, really. Oh, and there are also some university books in there looking very lost and untouched. Except for this book about writing and two little books with the prettiest webdesigns in them. The rest of the space is used up by sketchbooks and souvenirs and things I got as presents and oh dear, a bottle of fake snow. I have a lot of stuff I don't need. I collect useless items.

Speaking of uselessness, there is a box of fishbowl marbles next to my tv. I don't have a fishbowl, let alone fishes. I confuse myself. My tv is useful though, as I'm now watching 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' with Hugh Grant. I've seen it about a thousand times before, but I'm easily amused. British humor does well with me. This isn't even necessarily a chick flick either. Charming.

This is possibly the last post of this evening but also possibly not.

Cheerio

Faye

Secret sharing

Hey chaps and chapettes!

I was just randomly browsing the Wonky Wide Whatzit and I was looking at blogs and things on Technorati and what was popular and all (a.k.a. not me), and realised that there was something on there that I've been reading in the newspaper a lot and been reading about but I'd never actually visited the website: Postsecret. This is where people post their secrets on a postcard and send them to this person anonymously and that person just shows it to the world.

Sometimes I'm tempted to send something. Secrets can eat you up inside. This way you can share your secret and your burden without actually sharing it, kinda. I bet there have been tons of murder confessions on this thing. I'd have a bad conscience for not doing anything about it. Or maybe I'm just a very morbid person and there in fact aren't any murder confessions at all. I bet there are marriage proposals though. 'Brad Pitt will you marry me? Heart heart, some teenage twit'. Yes, there must be those.

Anyway, I enjoy reading that kind of stuff. Kinda get all childish and stuff, about real secrets. There's something about that, knowing other people's secrets. The other day I read one that said: 'I still read my ex-girlfriend's e-mail even though we broke up six months ago'. Had me giggling for ages. So, if you want to share your secrets with me, you're more than welcome to.

xoxo

Faye

Hairblower of Doom

I am back once again, this time squeaky clean and de-birded. Had a near-death-experience with my hairblower though. I never normally blow my hair dry, but since I have been suffering from a serious case of frizzy hair, I bought something for it. It says on the bottle: 'divide mousse over wet hair with fingers and blow-dry smooth while brushing with round brush, blah blah, yadda yadda, rant rant'. So, as a good little frizzhead I blow-dried my hair and brushed with brush. Normal brush, because I don't own a round one. All seemed well, of course, until I stopped paying attention and turned my blowdryer around for a bit. How was I to know that the back of the blowdryer sucks in air to blow out? Anyway, my hair got stuck in the blowdryer and for a second I thought I was going to set my head on fire. Would have been a bad case of scorched head if I hadn't been so quick to yank the plug from the powersocket. I would possibly have no eyebrows.

Oh well, it hurts to be pretty, they say. I'm now going to break bad habits and have lunch. Or chocolate.

See ya!

Dead bird

Well, good morning everyone,

I'm sort of awake now. Somehow I couldn't sleep well last night, so I ended up listening to the radio, at 2:30 AM. It was kind of funny because you you could call the radiostation. No way in hell I would ever do that, but other people did and these two girls called in wanting a date. Yes, at that hour. So the radio DJs set them up with another caller from their own village and they met up. Haha, very funny. Sometimes I don't understand people. But people don't understand me either, so it doesn't matter.

Well, no plans for today as of yet. I'm still in Jimjams anyway. Shower is in order. Also, I'm trying to recall what I ate last night, because there is a taste in my mouth that resembles dead bird. And I don't mean in a restaurant. Not that I ever ate raw dead bird with feathers and beak and that. Ew. As if. Only thing I ate last night were Pringles. So, Pringles at night equals dead bird in the morning? Goodness me. Must brush teeth.

Well, I'm going for a shower now and try if I can talk to this Internet friend person I met on DeviantArt and who has met Orlando Bloom more than once when she went to see 'In Celebration' and says they're friends-ish now. I'm wanting details. Even though I'm nearly twenty. It's always cool if anyone knows a famous person. Of course that anyone is never me.

I'll write more later, squeaky clean and un-dead birded.

x Faye

Bed? What's that?

Evening mes petites pals,

Bed calls, but I refuse to go. I'm just putting in earplugs and ignoring the shouts. Am instead watching old episodes of Law and Order on the telly. I'm only half watching though and I have no idea what is going on. I can watch this sort of stuff without actually watching. Like a zombie.

My mind sobered up slightly during the commercial break. There was an anouncement thingy for 'Nick of Time' with Johnny Depp. Muchos moros interestingos than L&O. I like Johnny Depp. Especially as pirate. But also in his serious films. In fact I like him in all films except Charlie and the Choccy Factory. He wasn't actually that bad but the total package just didn't satisfy. Buh.

I might just go read something. 'Artemis Fowl' is calling me. I should have been reading that years ago, but who cares.

Oh my god, go away! Sex commercials on tv! Eeeewww! It must be really late. That's it. I'm grossed out. I'm going to bed.

Goodnight and hugs

Faye

The importance of breakfast

Breakfast is very important. Mom and Dad have told me that every day since I was born. Even though babies don't understand what it means.

Don't ask me why it's so important, I'm too lazy to look it up. It just is. If you don't have breakfast, you will eventually die. Because you will, one day die. Even if you do have breakfast every morning.

Today, I haven't had any. Or lunch. I feel wonky, as if someone has run a vacuum cleaner through my stomach. It's not pleasant at all. A stack of syrupped pancakes is in order. And, because I'm such a lazy bum, I'll take those microwave pancake thingies and stick them in the microwave for a 120 seconds. Until it goes beep beep. Yum yum!

Beep Beep and xoxoxo

Faye

Welcome to my humble abode!

Hello my chums and chumettes!

So, you must be thinking, Dear Lord, not another blog from the crazy Dutch girl!
Sorry to disappoint, because I am as loony as a loon on loonpills, in Loonland. And I know the Looney Tunes. I actually had this blog since the beginning of my blogging life, a long time ago, but I never did anything with it. So there. The revival of the blog!

My biggest inspiration to start a blog like this one (read: a semi nonsensical blog about nothing), has to be Miss Georgia Nicolson, many teen girls' inspiration I would hope. Please keep in mind that I am not a teen for much longer but have all privilege to act like one for as long as I please.

So, as said before, nonsense is what you can find here, based on real life, probably. With that knowledge I leave you for a short period of time...

Hugs and kisses xxx

Faye (Acronym, ahhh, isn't that a smart word there!)