Writer's block
I like writing this blog. I really do. And I have things to tell again, which is good, meaning I have actually done things besides studying and being distracted from studying by a certain boy. But then I open the blogger page, see the indicated in the title box blinking, and my mind goes blank.
I mean, I had an angle for this thing, relatively worked out even, I was going to talk about the joy of material possessions...but then so many things didn't fit it. I mean, it fit that my books made me so happy, that the one I've read so far (the polysyllabic spree) made me want to be Nick Hornby, even if, as James pointed out, he's bald and middle-aged. My DVD's certainly would fit in, of Before Sunrise and especially my Firefly-the complete series-DVD of which James and I have already watched 9 episodes. And while he tried to resist, he likes it :-D
James' coffemaker would have fit in too, it's really cool, you can program it to start brewing just before you wake up in the morning, and it's certainly saved James a lot of Starbucks money. But well, so many much cooler things wouldn't have fit within this theme, and there are many things besides material possessions that make me happy.
Oh well. Step by step then. Last weekend...No, not a good idea, last weekend was mostly a lot of hanging around in James' appartment, trying to get a Queen's day dinner of the ground, but failing miserably because everyone (including me and James) had studying to do. We decided to move said dinner to Thursday (also a Dutch holiday, after all), and it was great. Pumpkinsoup, really good pancakes made my Sylvia's mom (her parents and sister are over), and mangomash (from my mother's recipe). We played Dutch music, danced the polonaise and generally made the few non-Dutch people wonder how we could possible ended up as relatively sane as we are. Afterwards some people went to the Century Club, but I decided to be boring and stay in.
Friday we did go out. Jordan told us in the afternoon that he was going to a concert by Goldenhorse, a Kiwi band, with John (also from New-Zealand), and we tagged along. The concert was held in a club called "the Mint" which had a very relaxed atmosphere. It was 21 and over, of course, but the bouncer let Jordan and me in after drawing big black crosses on both our hands with permanent marker (I can still kind of see mine). First there was a band with a french-language singer, which was ok but a bit boring, and after that Goldenhorse took the stage. They were good, very energetic and with a very good singer. James bought me their CD, and I've already listened to it three times.
After Goldenhorse a girl started singing. After a while, we looked to our left and...Jordan and John were gone. Through some texting we found out where they were..."upstairs". Upstairs was not easy to be found, but turned out to be the band room, incredibly tacky a la American, with walls in red, blue, yellow, chandeliers with plastic hangers etc. It was a lot of fun just sitting there and talking, though, so that's what we did until one or so.
On Saturday James wanted to finally get a new phone. The Verizon store was on Wilshire somewhere, in the direction of Santa Monica...It took us an hour and twenty minutes. It took us the same time to get the phone, thanks to the fabulous inefficiency of the Verizon people. We'd walked so far we felt we could walk more, and walked all the way to Third Street Promenade where we had a delicious (and well-deserved) dinner. We looked the distance up afterwards: apparently we'd walked over 8 miles. Needless to say, we took the bus back.
We were already in bed, around 2, when Sylvia rang. She and Brigid were downstairs, Jordan wasn't here yet, and they wanted to get in. They hung around here for about half an hour, greatly amusing in their dunkenness, then left. Did we sleep then...Not exactly. Jordan, about half an hour later, still thinking Tidey and Bridie were here, knocked on our door, and of course, tired as we were...we agreed to join him and two tridelts for a game of cranium. I won't say exactly what it is, suffice to say clay is involved (and we lost).
As you understand, I have to go study now. *sigh*
Hedwig
I mean, I had an angle for this thing, relatively worked out even, I was going to talk about the joy of material possessions...but then so many things didn't fit it. I mean, it fit that my books made me so happy, that the one I've read so far (the polysyllabic spree) made me want to be Nick Hornby, even if, as James pointed out, he's bald and middle-aged. My DVD's certainly would fit in, of Before Sunrise and especially my Firefly-the complete series-DVD of which James and I have already watched 9 episodes. And while he tried to resist, he likes it :-D
James' coffemaker would have fit in too, it's really cool, you can program it to start brewing just before you wake up in the morning, and it's certainly saved James a lot of Starbucks money. But well, so many much cooler things wouldn't have fit within this theme, and there are many things besides material possessions that make me happy.
Oh well. Step by step then. Last weekend...No, not a good idea, last weekend was mostly a lot of hanging around in James' appartment, trying to get a Queen's day dinner of the ground, but failing miserably because everyone (including me and James) had studying to do. We decided to move said dinner to Thursday (also a Dutch holiday, after all), and it was great. Pumpkinsoup, really good pancakes made my Sylvia's mom (her parents and sister are over), and mangomash (from my mother's recipe). We played Dutch music, danced the polonaise and generally made the few non-Dutch people wonder how we could possible ended up as relatively sane as we are. Afterwards some people went to the Century Club, but I decided to be boring and stay in.
Friday we did go out. Jordan told us in the afternoon that he was going to a concert by Goldenhorse, a Kiwi band, with John (also from New-Zealand), and we tagged along. The concert was held in a club called "the Mint" which had a very relaxed atmosphere. It was 21 and over, of course, but the bouncer let Jordan and me in after drawing big black crosses on both our hands with permanent marker (I can still kind of see mine). First there was a band with a french-language singer, which was ok but a bit boring, and after that Goldenhorse took the stage. They were good, very energetic and with a very good singer. James bought me their CD, and I've already listened to it three times.
After Goldenhorse a girl started singing. After a while, we looked to our left and...Jordan and John were gone. Through some texting we found out where they were..."upstairs". Upstairs was not easy to be found, but turned out to be the band room, incredibly tacky a la American, with walls in red, blue, yellow, chandeliers with plastic hangers etc. It was a lot of fun just sitting there and talking, though, so that's what we did until one or so.
On Saturday James wanted to finally get a new phone. The Verizon store was on Wilshire somewhere, in the direction of Santa Monica...It took us an hour and twenty minutes. It took us the same time to get the phone, thanks to the fabulous inefficiency of the Verizon people. We'd walked so far we felt we could walk more, and walked all the way to Third Street Promenade where we had a delicious (and well-deserved) dinner. We looked the distance up afterwards: apparently we'd walked over 8 miles. Needless to say, we took the bus back.
We were already in bed, around 2, when Sylvia rang. She and Brigid were downstairs, Jordan wasn't here yet, and they wanted to get in. They hung around here for about half an hour, greatly amusing in their dunkenness, then left. Did we sleep then...Not exactly. Jordan, about half an hour later, still thinking Tidey and Bridie were here, knocked on our door, and of course, tired as we were...we agreed to join him and two tridelts for a game of cranium. I won't say exactly what it is, suffice to say clay is involved (and we lost).
As you understand, I have to go study now. *sigh*
Hedwig
posted by Hedwig @ 1:41 PM
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