So I saw that Sex and the City movie and it was okay. Given that I didn’t expect much from it from the beginning and that I had a Mercedes Benz gift card for it and so didn’t spend a single dime, it wasn’t disappointing.

As mentioned before, my cousin L and I went to the 11 o’clock showing on Tuesday and we basically had the whole screen to ourselves. Which was awkward because she and I don’t really have much to say to each other and so there were a few annoying silences.

But anyway, on to the movie. It was just like what you would expect from something called Sex and the City and just like the TV series itself: lots and lots of almost pornographic sex scenes (considering that, in Germany, it’s rated to be okay for 12-year-olds to see it without PG and in the US it’s rated R, this is especially confusing), some pretty shots of NYC and extraordinary apartments and unbearably cheesy and predictable dialogues.

Seriously, what’s with the language in that movie? What’s with the, some love stories aren’t epic novels, some are short stories but that doesn’t make them any less filled with love? What’s with Mr. Big sending Carrie love letters written by great ancient poets? What’s with all the, But don’t you want a big wedding? - Darling, I want you.s?

Everything about the storyline and especially the dialogues was so incredibly cliché!

Although, of course, as does everybody else who saw the flic, I too can’t get over The Shower Scene with Gilles Marini. That was pretty hot, I must admit.

Other than that, go see it with a bunch of girlfriends if you’re really bored and have nothing better to do or if, like me, you get to go for free. Otherwise, you don’t miss out on anything.

(Especially since the shower scene is already on YouTube. You might as well watch it there and skip the rest of the Hollywood nonsense whose sole purpose it appears to be to rid you of your money. But what else is new, right? So, just go watch this on YouTube already.)

Picture source: here. 

Hello Internet, I haven’t been around for a couple of days. That’s like, so totally not cool, I know. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and writing offline lately and whenever I logged on, I had to deal with the whole apartment problem.

Tomorrow, finally, my parents and I are going down to Maastricht and Aachen to look at at least three different places. Some of them are in Maastricht and some are in Aachen, although those in Maastricht are way more expensive and I’m kind of leaning towards Aachen, anyway. Then again, I was checking out Aachen-Maastricht train and bus schedules and I couldn’t find any good and affordable connections. As my dad keeps saying, getting to university should be priority one. And while I agree with that, finding an affordable, nice apartment in Maastricht just seems to be impossible.

We’ll be leaving at 7 tomorrow morning and since I’ve been staying up until the early morning these past few days, that should be interesting. I’m kinda sleepy but there’s no way I can go to bed at, I don’t know, 10 tonight.

Also, I haven’t received the application forms from Maastricht University yet and that bothers me because I really want something to be settled already. Right now, it just feels as though I had been doing so much… stuff for this whole Maastricht idea and yet nothing is definite.

I’m off to hit the shower and then start reading New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. I’ve been looking forward to reading the Twilight sequel forever and I really need something to do because even though my mood constantly changes from depressive to excited to scared to easy-going about Maastricht, I do feel a tiny bit nauseaus about going tomorrow.

I’ll be going to Maastricht and Aachen this Friday with my mom to look at apartments. She’s still convinced that I have to rent a room within a 50-feet-radius of the Arts and Social Sciences faculty which I have come to realize is an ridiculous attempt to cut back on one luxury (size of living space) while totally indulging in another (smallest possible distance between living space and university).

I don’t mind a one-hour commute from Aachen into downtown Maastricht and back again because I have books and my music, both of which I prefer spending most of my time with, anyway. So really, why would I pay hundreds of euros to live right there in the inner city, walking distance to the faculty building? What happened to saving as much money as possible because, hello, I have not as of yet joined the workforce and therefore I RUN ON A TIGHT BUDGET?

My mom, somehow, had me believe in this vision of hers where I’m riding my bike to uni each morning at nine, after having had breakfast with my tenant, a likable old Dutch lady. Basically, a vision of me living in the 70s where these things happened and kids didn’t need DSL and an actual bathroom.

Well, I have a different vision. One, where I have my own place with an actual shower and a tiny kitchen and connections to the outer world that are more technically advanced than the payphone around the corner, where I get up at six in the morning to take the train across the Dutch/German border into downtown Maastricht and walk to uni, past bakeries at which I buy scones every morning. And GUESS WHAT, THIS VISION FITS MY BUDGET.

Convincing my mom is no easy business, though. She always ends up accusing me of not listening to her when in actuality, I have listened, evaluated, and decided that, no, maybe only this once, my way is the way to go.

On a different note, I finished Jane Eyre this morning. What a shame that Hollywood has totally ruined these kind of corny endings for me to the point where, subconsciously, I’m always thinking BOO WHAT A LAME HOLLYWOOD ENDING. Only to realize that, no, Jane Eyre came first and is actually a great book.