I’m in a good mood tonight. I don’t know why, and I won’t even try to analyze because, honestly, who can ever really tell if analyzing stuff simplifies or complicates? In any case, it gets you thinking, and I’d rather not, thank you.

I was kinda pissed all morning because I was supposed to go to Maastricht this morning with Josi, and Josi only. But then three other people came with us, and of course a normal person wouldn’t be bothered by this but what ever gave you the idea that I was normal? So. Was pissed all morning. But our ways parted after we’d been running around in Maastricht for a while so it was only Josi and I again after all.

We went there to turn in our essays, by the way. Why yes, that damn essay I’ve been talking about for almost three weeks now. And you know, it’s a funny thing. Guess when I started working on the final draft? At eight o’clock this morning, three hours before I had to run to the bus stop to meet up with Josi. Never mind that I had more than two full days with nothing else to do as far as uni goes. It’s a sickness and I know you’re tired of me whining about it. I am, too, as a matter of fact so I’ll just shut up about it. I am glad, though, that I finally got rid of the friggin’ thang.

Since we were there, we also picked up three other essays that had been returned to our pigeon holes (or, I guess, what would be called student mail boxes or something in a normal world but, well, that’s the Dutch system for you). I did really good on them which of course was good news, what after the note from hell that shall not be mentioned and all.

Then we went to meet with Sandra at the best café slash book store in the world (yeah, like I would know), and had awesome hot Coffeelovers coffees and talked about having babies, amongst other insanities. Concensus: Josi, who turns 26 this year, should have a baby like right now since, you know, the government gives you free money when you’re young, pregnant, and in school. Also, she’s so old. (Not really, but then again: yes she is. Kinda.) Sandra doesn’t want kids before she hasn’t lived in at least three different countries, and the Netherlands apparently do not count as foreign ground. But then she maybe doesn’t really want kids at all because they’re LOUD AND NASTY AND ANNOYING AND YOU’RE STUCK WITH THEM FOR TWENTY YEARS OR SO. So… let’s just say that she’s perhaps not the fan that, say, this woman is.

I can’t even begin to think about anything like this before I’ve moved to the States, sorry; have a nice day and come again soon.

(I just love Selexyz. They should turn all churches into book stores with a Coffelovers, different expensive art every week, and a cross-shaped table instead of the altar!)

This whole thing turned out nicely because I hadn’t seen Sandra for over a month, so – yeah. Then Josi and I walked to the library to pick up material for the new uni course starting next Tuesday, and boy oh boy. Oh boy. Christ Almighty, are they kidding with all that literature? They must be. I swear, I am not exaggerating. I’ve said this a lot but this time it really is going to be impossible to keep up with all the reading. I may just have to give up sleeping completely. Pah, I’m sure that’ll go over well. We made copies for the first two assignments because the library was more or less empty (which is when I love to be there, tehe). Each of us walked out of there with over a hundred copies, and that’s only a fifth of the course. Add to that all the actual books and – God, we may as well read ALL THE BOOKS IN EXISTENCE.

After that we walked back to the bus stop. Sadly, the bus was about ready to explode and spit three hundred commuters onto the busy streets when we were trying to get in. But that’s the Friday afternoon rush hour for you. It was only half bad because the weather was SO BEAUTIFUL. You should know by now how easily my moods are influenced by the weather and sheesh, today Maastricht was like PARADISE AND HEAVEN AND 72 VIRGINS ALL WRAPPED INTO ONE. I don’t know what that means. But let me tell you this: it was all sunshine and blue skies and clear air and happy people and seagulls and no worries.

From the way things look, my night will be spent watching Seinfeld. I gotta go grocery shopping first thing tomorrow morning, then clean this mess of an apartment, and then get down to business and face the literature and the assignments for the new course.

Ah, I seem to remember a time when weekends actually meant free time. Just lazy hazy crazy days of summer, you know – baskets full of sandwiches and wieners. It’s a shame that things have to change ever so often.

PS – I hate what I’m hearing about the Kentucky winter storm. They’re saying, more of the same shit is heading that way. I’m glad to know that my Emmy and my Rachie are okay at least, though – and I hope the same goes for Kristie and, uhm, basically everyone in Kentucky. I haven’t heard from my host family yet, and I literally burst into tears a couple of minutes ago when I was reading some of the news snippets. Ugh. I just want to know where they are and if they’re okay. And I want that goddamn storm to GET THE FUCK OUT.

Picture source: here.