For the record...

Weirdest couple ever.

One minute we're most literally wrestling down the hallway, the next we are in the kitchen teasing the $%@# out of each other. (Kitchen is my territory, so he has to be "nice" to me. Duh, kitchen, women. I rule there.)

Currently I'm in the middle of a bet with my sister. She thinks I can't go more than two weeks without sex. She's wrong. I can. But she told boytoy about our bet and now he's made it his mission to tease me any chance he gets. (I'm already a week in, by the way.)

Assume the position!* CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Two can play this game. Hehe...

- This super horny girl

*When associated with "challenge accepted", the aforementioned position is similiar to that of a super hero: feet more than shoulder width apart, hands on hips, chest out, and head tilted slightly up and to the side.

Phone party!!

I guess because of my accent it sounds like I am saying "phone party" but tonight (and tomorrow night) is a foam party! It's my first, so pull out the lacey top, bathing suit and indifferent skirt because tonight is going to get messy! (And sticky. Ssshhh... that's what she said...)

This next part includes melancholy! Feel free to skip over the next paragraph and continue on.

So boytoy and I talked last night. It was a lot better than that time boytoy and I planned a talk. Ugh that was awful. We sat there awkwardly and eventually were both like "uh, nice talk" and moved on. Anyways, yea so we talked. It feels like as of recent he's been pushing me away which is awesome! Because I have this big thing where I runaway... So. I told him to stop that. Seriously. I'll runaway enough on my own, I don't need him to push me away. And then! He told me he wasn't sure what he was afraid of and that he didn't want to push me away. He likes me, he said. Aww, if I had a soul (did I mention I'm a ginger?) it might have melted a little. It really shook me a bit though. 'Cause he really just admitted that. Now back to the not so serious stuff.

So Ohio and I are working on songs together. Pretty much I write a majority of the lyrics and he finds some cool chords to go with them. Then we skype and laugh about how this isn't going anywhere and we'll start up again tomorrow. Oooh procrastination. Maybe if this ever amounts to anything I'll let y'all here the songs. Maybe.

Time for a really cool and easy fairly easy recipe. At least I think it's easy, but I cook, a lot. Anways it's for ham and tomato pasta sauce.

butter (I like to use garlic butter)

garlic (even if you have garlic butter)

Diced ham

cherry tomatos

shredded parmesean cheese

an array of your typical "Italian" spices

flour

pasta

Hey wait a second! There are no measurements there! Hush! Eyeball it okay? I usually make pasta sauce to feed a few people but that's because I eat it over the next few days.

So, heat up your pan. (A hot pan is a happy pan.) Add the butter, a good dollop should do. (Is that purely a southern term?) When the butter is melted, and not burnt, add a piece of diced ham. If it sizzles add the rest. If it doesn't sizzle? Wait. Cook the ham, on about medium heat in a large and deep pan, until it all has changed color. Now add the tomatos and your favorite Italian herbs. (Or just a had a whole bunch of "Italian seasoning", uh... to taste.) DO NOT SALT. Parmesean is pretty salty on its own and you add a bit later. Add some cracked pepper (seriously, this stuff rocks, just break down and buy the cracked pepper people). Throw in diced garlic and put the lid on it. It should only take about 5 minutes before the little tomatoes have burst. Add the shredded parmesean to help thicken it. If it's still runny sprinkle some flour over it, stir, and it will thicken the sauce up nice and quickly. Voila! It looks and tastes fancy too.

Anyways, I'll probably be really tired the next couple of days so you may not hear from me. (Not that you care.) But yea, have a good weekend!

- This Texan who can't say "foam" apparently...

Very superstitious...

Dear guy living above me, I like your taste in music. Now turn it down.

That worked?

Oh wait it's back.

So I decided I need pictures in this blog. Yes! Pictures! Aside from pictures being purely awesome and opening up such a wide aray of artistic value to this drab little spot of words I've created, it also cuts my writing time down. (I mean, a 1.000 words a picture!) But sadly my camera is dead. I need a charger for it, a dutch charger that is. Or a converter. I'm not exactly sure where to get one. I'm thinking the airport would definitely have one somewhere, it's pretty big ya' know. Oh, you don't? Well it's in Amsterdam. Now search your memory for everytime when you were in high school someone said "Duuuuude," puff "I wanna go to Amsterdam duuuuuude!" (insert stoner's laugh here), and that is why Amsterdam has such a huge airport.

Last night was this amazing lightning show! The flat I'm staying in is located in Leiden and is 13 floors tall. For the record, The Netherlands is quite a flat country, and since we are on the 7th floor (remember my dear readers from the States, this means the 8th floor) we have quite a nice view. It lasted for a few hours and was super badass. If I had pictures, you'd agree. So instead the guys and I shared a bottle of wine and some beers, stood on the balcony (suppa smart right?) and cheered the clouds on.

Maybe next time I'll talk about why I hate the guy I like. Naaah, you don't want to read about that do you? Though I should start documenting his pranks towards me. The last one was hiding a majority of my underwear. It was above my closet. Far from where I could reach.

- This short amateur photographer

Oh, did I forget to tell you? I'm in Holland.

Yea so not too long ago I managed to get my butt here. (Early.) Go me! In April I finished my CELTA course and got my certificate. Then I got here at the end of May. I'm still working on getting a job though. I had a private student and that was awesome. With my help he passed his English exam with an 8! (Dutch people know what that means.) Yay! I'm happy.

I feel that might be a good idea for this summer. So I am making a flyer to put up around the city for private English tutoring. (So if you know anybody in the area... or heck, The Netherlands, who needs some English tutoring, let me know.)

It's weird because my computer (Finnegan) is completely in Dutch, so as I type I'm being told that about 98% of what I am writing is spelled wrong. (No, it's just not being typed in Dutch.)

Things are good here. Really good here. I have my own room at the flat and I'm making a lot of friends. This past weekend was Midsummer's Nights. I spent the whole weekend in Utrecht with Tommy and a good 80 other CSers (Couch Surfers). The first night I got there we met up at a bar with everyone and had drinks, mingled and played games. One game in particular was this "kiss killing"game in which you wrote your name on a piece of paper and then put it in a hat. Then you draw somebody else's name and have to kiss them (anywhere) to kill them. I killed 7 people. (All on the shoulder or hand.) Every game we played this weekend me or my group won. Go us! Texas is very determined.

I also met two other girls from Texas there! We're slowly taking over. (Or we all realize how awful our state is, and we just need to leave.) Saturday was the big scavenger hunt across Utrecht and then giant dinner in an abandoned elementary school. That was fun, Ohio and I jammed it up with some guys from Ireland and some other Dutchies, then we did a flash mob in the park, and finished it all up with a semi-rave in the elementary school lunch room. (Hello bucket list. Oh I see 'attend a rave at an elementary school' is not marked off, well now it is!)

So now I'm back in Leiden. More adventures in Rotterdam and Utrecht at the end of July and then maybe Spain for my birthday.

Ik moet naar de markt, ik heb geen eten!!

- This trying to be Dutch girl

P.S.

So I'm actually really allergic to chocolate.