Archive for December, 2008
Santa Massacre
How depressing can life get. A lunatic dressed as Santa shot a 8-year-old girl in the face on Christmas Eve! He then proceeded to aim fire at all the other people in the house before placing a bomb, after which he went on and killed himself. People are sick fuckers.
http://edition.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/12/25/santa.shooting/index.html
The little girl was miraculously not killed by the bullet that went straight trough her face 
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So. How was your Christmas?
Christmas Stories
You have to love a Christmas story about a guy dressed up as a dwarf in a warehouse. Or one about neighbors rivaling about who is the biggest giver and them ending up giving away their organs for dogs to chew on.
David Sedaris has a sick mind. The book Holidays on Ice consists of 6 ‘Christmas’ stories that are so weird and horrible that it’s probably better suited for people who hate Christmas. Although me, the Christmas junkie, could also enjoy some of the witty stories about dwarfs, whores and dead babies during Christmas time.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!
Garbage Bin War
I did not foresee this. I did not see it coming that someone would steal my garbage bin.
It all started last week when some idiot filled my bin with THEIR garbage. I don’t care that my bin was half empty and it was the day before garbageday! So.. I did the logical thing to do and threw their garbage out. Put it next to my bin (which is also next to everyone elses bin that lives in my flat) and wrote a note on it saying ‘would you please be so kind to put this in your own bin. thanks, Tessa from nr. 47′.
I thought I handled it pretty well. They didn’t. The next day my bin was STUFFED with crap from someone else. Grrrr!!!
But it doesn’t end there. That was last week. This week it got worse. This morning it was garbageday again and when I came home last night only one bin was still standing at the ‘garbageday-spot’ so it had to be mine. NOT! When I looked at the ‘nongarbageday-garbagebin-spot’ mine wasn’t there either!! Those m*th*erf*ck*rs stole my bin!!!
Grrrrr!!!!
Ok. So. I’m just going to relax and cuddle Murphy (because he’s going mental walking from couch to desk to wherever and sniffing my dvd’s) and assume somebody took my bin by accident and will return it when they find out about their mistake. In the mean time I’ll just abuse my evil neighbours bin with all my trash, gna gna.
Sorry
I’m sorry you are hurting
If there was any way
that I could take all of
your hurt and sorrow away
I would do what ever I could
and I would try to meet you half way
just to make your day better
than it was yesterday
D.A.M.
Want to buy an iMac?
Because I just got this 
http://www.apple.com/macbook/
Christmas Lights
You know your city is a work in progress when they have some kind of huge construction machinery standing around each year during Christmas. In Lelystad some kind of huge construction machinery is ALWAYS standing around. It’s just that every year around Christmas we’re subtly reminded of it’s constant presence. It’s like they want to tell us that the machinery is part of the city and that we should accept it and love it and decorate it just like we do everything else.
Hence the huge light bulb next (with next I kind of mean miles away, but it’s huge so it feels like it’s right next door) to my bedroom window.
Dickens Madness
I just filled my ‘books page’ with RED (meaning I haven’t read them yet) Charles Dickens novels. You might wonder why on earth I would buy so many Dickens books. Welllll, it was a box and it was a discount-box. Nuff said 
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The only book by Charles Dickens I ever read is Nicholas Nickleby. I lend it from the library. First in english, but I soon traded it for the Dutch version. I couldn’t understand half of what was said. That was about 6 years ago so I might be a bit better at reading it in English now. But to be safe I bought the Dutch versions 
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I think it’s weird how they change some booktitles though. The weirdest one is A Christmas Carole. The Dutch title is ‘Kerstverhalen’ which means ‘Christmas Stories’. Why storiessss? Isn’t it just one story?
It’ll probably take me the rest of my life to finish them all. Gheh. I can’t even remember if I liked Nicholas Nickleby. I do remember that Charlie Hunnam plays Nicholas in the movie adaptation. I should go watch that because he’s h.o.t.! (Back in my even nerdie-er days I even considered making a fansite for him lol. I luvvvd him after seeing him in Abandon.)
Anyways. I also bought two movies. (When I ignore a promise I ignore it grandly .) Billy Elliot and Because I Said So.
I just watched Because I Said So. I remember we played it at the Ladies Night in our cinema a while ago. I didn’t think it would be that great, but I like Mandy Moore and Lorelai from Gilmore Girls and I also thought that Diane Keaton was a good actress so I thought it would be worth the 5 euros. I was so wrong!!
Especially about Diane Keaton! She ruined the whole movie!!! The movie had about 10 minutes of watchable minutes in it and those were the minutes when Diane Keaton’s character has laryngitis and couldn’t speak. How annoying can one person be. I know it’s the character, but the overacting of Keaton is yeragaarhhg. Mandy Moore was still cute though. Makes me want to watch that one movie with her.. the one.. wait. I actually can’t even remember what it really was about. Some kind of journey. I can remember I like it but nothing more. How useful.
Some advice. Don’t watch Because I Said So, because I said so .
Rainbow
Have you ever seen a full rainbow? When we drove back from the airport last week we first saw this.
2 rainbows! Or is one the reflection of the other?
But then we saw this:
I’d never seen that before. It’s huge! And pretty .
O dear
Ahem. Apparently Murphy hasn’t reached the wonderful age of 3 years just yet. That’s right. I don’t know my own dog’s birthday.
My friend Niels came over today and he brought a gift for Murphy. Not because he had his birthday, but because his birthday was soon to come. December the 19th according to him.
So I was like ‘whaaaa?! no dude, he had his birthday last week!’
And he was like ‘are you suuuuuuuuure?’
Me: ‘errr. not really.’
So we looked it up and he is right. December 19th, 2005 my little idiot was born.
How could this happen????
I blame my parents. Besides the fact that I usually blame them for everything I actually have a good reason for it this time. You see, I never even thought of Murphy’s birthday before I got an email from my parents reading ‘Happy Birthday to Murphy!!!’ on December 1st. December 1st sounded like a good enough date so I assumed my parents were right. Which I will never do again.
Sorry Smurph. We will celebrate your birthday again in 10 days! I’ll buy you an extra yummie treat.
Lets throw in some puppy pictures. Just for fun .
No self discipline
At the end of October I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t buy anymore books and dvd’s before the end of the year. I felt I had to make this promise for two reasons.
1. Since November I don’t get tuition of the student finance system anymore, so I have a lot less money to spend and I think I should put paying my rent before buying new stuff. I’m weird like that.
2. The holidays are coming up and, you know, if I buy all the things I want nobody will get me anything good
But, surprise, surprise, I didn’t keep my promise. (Well, for the people that know me that isn’t really much of a surprise at all.)
I ignored all the temptations last month, but today when I went shopping with my sister and her boyfriend I just couldn’t resist. I bought two books. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, which I have been wanting to read for ages. And The Road by Cormac McCarthy, which should be really good (Oprah thinks so anyway).
I started reading What is the What by Dave Eggers over a month ago, but I can’t seem to get into it. It’s not that it’s not an interesting book, because it very much is. But it’s just such a gloomy subject that whenever I even think of reading I already get depressed. Maybe I should give What is the What a rest and read something more happy first. Sometimes you just need a little happy.