Please feel free to just make yourself at home.. kick back, relax and enjoy my blog!

 

note to self: please people.. read EVERYTHING on this blog with sarcasme.. Don't even think I'm being serious!!

 

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I saw 2 bluecoats on my way home from the supermarket today. I laughed my a*s off!! Cuz they were seriously walking like cowboys that were about to draw there guns and shoot your head off. You know: Bended knees, wide arms..

They walked exactly like this:

 

Haha..It was so funny.. They thought they were all that!!

 

Oh ohoh... boys will be boys I guess.. what can you do..

Remember my "peinture"??

 

Today I received my mark for it..

 

SCREEAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM

 

&*%^%$ BUURMAN!!!! AHHHHHH.. donder toch op.. stomme eikel.. Nou ben ik het ZO ZAT!

Z A T!!!

 

SHUT UP YOU BIG PILE OF SHIT!

 

Altijd lopen klagen over de piano!!! En nou ALWEER!! DONDER TOCH OP MAN ik zit er nauwelijks een half uur achter!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ik word zoooo gek van die man.. en zoo kwaad.. ik heb het nu echt niet..

 

He's so working me up into a frenzy!!! Someone shoot him PLEASE!

 

hé Til

alles çhill?

Onlangs nog door een krokodil

gebeten in je roze bil?

Mooi zo, lijkt me niet echt fijn

een hap uit je bil doet vast heel pijn!

ongetwijfeld...

 

Morgen zie ik je eindelijk weer

mijn hart deed de laatste tijd zo'n zeer

van het smachten naar jou en je heer

Bram, die naam die jou op wolken tilt keer op keer

Want nog nooit heb ik zijn tronie mogen aanschouwen

Je hebt zo'n geluk met hem, laat hem nooit uit je klauwen

ontsnappen..

 

Welnu, de tijd is zeer nabij

Dan ontmoet ik hem, en hij mij.

En jij, oh zalige, bent ook daarbij!

Dan lopen wij, triomferend, zij aan zij

Moge deze laatste uren spoedig verlopen

Want mijn nieuwsgierigheid blijft ophopen

wat een last!

 

Nu is mijn verlangen naar de ontmoeting van jou vent

niets vergeleken met mijn verlangen naar CS C-+ band!

Terwijl ik nu hier, op mijn luie krent,

-als ik zo door ga, op mijn 30ste dement-

aan tour zit te denken

bedenk ik me, dat ik binnenkort ook nog wat aan jou moet schenken

je verjaardag!

 

je weet ik ben ozo spontaan

laat zelden dan wel nooit menig traan

Zeg Tijd, kan je niet sneller gaan?

Voorbeeldig ben jij, oh waterkraan

die sneller vloeit dan de tijd

mij en menig continentals tot spijt

KANNIE WACHTE

 

Mijn woorden trekken jou niet meer

ook de ogen van jou handsome heer

dwalen van mijn woorden af, alweer

hoe ik ook op mijn best probeer

hiervan een lustige tekst te maken

waarvan geen mensoog af kan haken

tevergeefs!

 

vergeef mij nu, daarom staak ik heden

Dit gedicht behoort tot het verleden

Loopt langzaam over de treden

van de trap, naar de vergetelheid naar beneden

Tis tragisch, ik weet

Zolang je de kern maar niet vergeet:

ZIN IN MORGEN!

You know what?

 

It's really really so annoying that no one gets me.. No one understands me (oh, how cliché!).. No one thinks the way I do.

 

Though, on the other hand.. I think I should be thankful for that cuz, seriously, if other people would think like I do.. that would not be good. I have some shitty thoughts.. Seriously.. Sometimes I'm not even sure that I'm sane. I can scare myself to death (oeh, bad choice of words) with what I think.

 

As bad as I want to write down here an example of a thought I had today.. I really can't.  You'd put me in an asylum. (ok, maybe not, I just like to exagerate a little).

 

Thoughts are weird 'things'. I often wonder about them.. I wish I could read your thoughts.. I wish you could read mine..

 

 

Ok. about parents:

 

kill 'em.

 

Don't look at me like that! My dad was the one that said it. (sarcasticly ofcourse)

They don't get me AT ALL. I leave such clear hints to avoid a fight and they just don't get them! They just don't know how to deal with me!! That's why I'm always so angry. Today is no exeption. If I don't move out very soon I'm afraid my face expressions will get stuck in this mode. OH dear.. one and a half year before I can FINALLY MOVE OUT!.. I'm so not going to survive this..

Oh boy.. I'm in so. much. trouble!!

 

Tomorrow I have a performance with my choir in a hospital. I have to sing a solo:

 

Had choir rehearsels last Tuesday. I was told that we'd sing Avalon's "Can't live a day". me and Anne are the soloists of this song. But guess what..

 

ANNE IS NOT THERE TOMORROW! .. (I am so going to kill her next tuesday)(just kdding-u know)

 

But wait.. there's more where that came from: Only soloists will sing in mic's.. which means: I.. ALONE.. in a MIC!!! no choir to back me up..  

Hold on, I'm still not done: Our performace will take place in the morning.. Well, if there's one time of day you don't want to hear me sing.. it's in the morning..

 

 

And if all this weren't enough: I have a really sore throat.. My voice is rubbish.. meennnomeen.. not good.

 

It's kind off ironic though, cuz this is exactly what I was hoping for (so I wouldn't have to sing).

Now that it actually happend I'm in a huff! I can not do this to the others..(not that they depend on me so much, but still..). My voice better be better tomorrow r I'll be in so much trouble!!

Oh dear..

 

I'm going to go to bed now.. get some sleep (I hope)..

night night all!

 

Ps. You know what bothers me most of all? The fact that I'm so obsessed with.. well.. frankly, myself! I'm being very selfish complaining about mý solo and mý voice and this nd tht.. Who cares!! First of all, I'm in a choir, we're a group.. a team.. Second: It's not about me!! Third: My solo is just a fraction of our repetoire..

 

I have so got to shut up..

 

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Okay.. I just got home.

I can be very short about this one:

 

R.U.B.B.I.S.H. It was rubbish..

 

But oh well.. whatever, right? Who cares..

What's up with me? What the hell do I think I'm doing??

 

Why do I wake up in the morning like an hour to early?? WHO DOES THAT? I must be sick..

I'm exhausted..sooo tired.. Have been for days now.. Can't find the time to go to bed early, have to get up around 7/7:30 (which is early for me). Everyday I'm just so tired.. dark circles around my eyes.. THEN WHY DO I WAKE UP SO EARLY??

 

I set my alarm this morning to go off at 7:30.. but what do I do? I wake up at 6:30.. What's that all about? I don't get it.. that's so not logical..

 

There's only 1 conclusion I can draw from this:

I'm weird..

 

(who would have guessed!)

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