Lipsticklover

I just read my last post. i can be fucking hilarious AND (note the capitals) smart at the same time. i really wonder why i dont have a boyfriend. *makes wtf face* (my faces are an art.) speaking of. I would marry these men whilst (whilst probably should be while. but i dont care. DEAL with it.) not knowing them (in person) and or whilst they are complete d-bags. i really like to say d-bag. which is sort of funny because it reminds me of a tea bag. but i like tea bags and i dont like d-bags unless they are on my soon to follow list. sometimes i think about the privacy i have on the site. i dont. all this precious and most utterly important information really will be used against me one day. im so sure. but i was telling you about my list. the hot maybe, maybe not d-bag list i would marry within a sec (i accidently just wrote sex instead of sec) (this is the prove this is not just a typo our minds are corrupted and overloaded with sex. sex is everywhere. when you think about it its k...

I have a theory. men dont like Real Madrid.  they are just jealous of their hotness. i get that now. - thank god for them epiphanies. end of theory. time flies. like bananas. it used to be almost 2012. and now we are like almost halfway. LOL. i only just now saw that i wrote time flies. like bananas. which should have been fruit flies.  - thank god for them ambiguousness. There is this one thing. that annoys the heck out of me. it is people trying to be interesting in english while they do not know english AT ALL. -like me- but there are people far worse. or at least i like to believe so. dont say a word. but what annoys me the most is that those people are in luuuvv and trying to i do not know try to prove they are really in love by leaving poems on each others FB walls in inglisch. ( < annoying no?) READ AND LET LAUGHTER STRIKE UPON YOU: - I love you know - and lives we spend together - your my world  I could go on for ages like this. but i won...

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...