Lipsticklover

Since i got this great feedback on my last post. i am extremely motivated to write more about well basically me. (note the sarcasm). I went to so much trouble to come up with something worth reading, but thanks to Blogger and their lovely statistics I know I can count all the readers on one hand. there goes my self esteem as a blogger. thanks google. thank god they cant measure after how many sentences you folks stop reading. that would be seriously depressing.  after a whole week of almost no school i sort of have to read half a book and write 750 words about it only before tomorrow. piece of cake. note the sarcasm. note how i left out the brackets, im too lazy to look at my keyboard and look for the 9 and something. you better deal with it.  or not and leave my blog right now. if you do so you will never know what im going to write next. it is up to you... anywayzz. i have a problem. I'm studying Spanish. great. thing is im not doing so gr...

lovely to be back. after endless attempts at the password for the log in i finally remembered. NOTE TO SELF: stop making these horrificly unrememberable idiotic passwords. aaanywayz. Im back. and im here to stay. I must confess im finding this rather difficult. i've somehow lost that magic touch that usually made this so easy. confession: i really dig Xabi Alonso. JCF he's hot. unfortunately also very married. and could totally be my dad.(if he was precocious iykwita) and FYI iykwita stands for if you know what im talking about. i feel like confessing a bit more. maybe i should give Jezus another try. # sometimes in my spare time, well actually that's a lie since i dont really have spare time. and its not really sometimes. its like every now and then. oke you got me. regularly. all the time actually. i google 'gorgeous men' . its funny how i every time come to conclude that gorgeous is EXTREMELY and COMPLETELY subjective. Taylor Lautner. that's all im gonna ...

dingen die mij mateloos irriteren. #1; mezelf. #2 mensen die de hele tijd zeuren over wat hen nu eigenlijk irriteert. (zie #1) #3 dat mijn moeder waarschijnlijk grappig is dan ik ben. ( zie #1) (sexy doon bie unnu dooije, do werd hea niet werm of kaat van.) #4 dat ik altijd 'dan mij' zeg ipv 'dan ik' en dat ik me nu zelf dan maar aan moet leren om 'ben' erachter te zetten. (zie #1) #5 dat ik nu een opsomming aan het maken ben die iedere keer weer refereren naar #1 en dat ik nu dus eigenlijk moet stoppen met deze opsomming want het is een opsomming van reden voor #1 #6 dat ik deze morgen een killer betoog heb geschreven maar met enige zekerheid kan zeggen dat het niet geapprecieerd zal gaan worden. #7 dat ik dit in het NL doe. zit me niet lekker. #8 dat ik nu GS moet leren, aangezien ik pas bij 2.3 ben. #9 dat ik nu al weer weet dat ik Latijn moet gaan herkansen. #10 dat ik niet naar de originele clip van The calling - wherever you will go kan kijke...

ik heb het 'ziektes' hier helemaal hier mee gehad. ze zouden voor dit fenomeen een andere naam moeten bedenken zoals .. ach ja. this morning: we are re-doing/decorating/building etc the bathroom. my parents were gone to have the car checked. the doers/decorators/builders came and asked for the sketch of the new bathroom. uhh. i called my mom. she didnt answer. i called her 7 times again. i called the son of the guy who was going to check the car, if he could please call his dad and tell him to tell my parents to freakin call me back. so no sketch for now then i needed to go to school. damn my tires are flat. i took my moms bike. after a KM damn the front tire is flat as well. called my mom again. still didnt answer. called my grandma (who was at our place to keep an eye on the doers/decorators/builders) (yes the one and only. ) she told me to come back and take her bike. ok. KM back. grandma's bike. only thing she is like 1.50 so i felt like a friggin midget on the damn thi...

Aloha! The day before yesterday I cooked Bacalhau a bras.. yes the portuguese Bacalhau a bras. I never thought I could pull it of. but i did. my sister never likes anything i make. but damn she just couldnt stop eating my bacalhau. even my dad liked it. theres a dutch saying: what the farmer doesnt know he doesnt eat. well my dads the farmer. but he loved it so today he said to me: Selina what are you going to cook today? i was like ...... *jawdropping* .... haha so i looked online and found a great recipe on couscous with cinnamon. and my dad was like.. couscous.. i dont know about that.. if i dont like it you will make me something else. oke.. so i made the couscous and damn i did it again. it looked great, it tasted great my dad liked it. my sister tasted and i could tell she liked it too but because she was yelling before to me she would never eat couscous, and i couldnt cook and blabla. so she didnt admit she liked it. she just said hmm and laughed. and when she's laughing...

First puppy gone. of into the big world. to her new owner. sadness. bye bye Asha.

I was just looking at older post of mine. actually THE oldest. Its funny. my writing totally changed over time. I used to be funny... I don't like these sort of changes. Hahaha I just read the post about my dream with Sam and Dean Winchester. Which reminded me of a dream from two weeks ago: there were two dimensions. the one like we know it and another one. it was a bit like marioworld . but it was reigned by this old man whom reminded me of the pope. bit weird. but oke, my sister and I got there by accident i think. we were locked up by the pope. but with all that intelligence of me we escaped. i believe i said to this guard we both had to go to the restroom. dumdum believed us and let us out. we sneaked out through a window of the restroom because we demanded some privacy and so he had to wait outside. we ran and we ran like our life was depending on it. it kinda was cause the pope was a very gruesome man. of course the pope saw us and he sent a special guard after us. there were...