Things are really starting to come together.

Ever played king's cup by candle light? Outside? On a blanket!? I have and it's actually quite fun.

So I have a lot of faith in myself getting into one of the colleges/universities here in the Netherlands. I'm about to talk with my mum and she is going to get my transcripts and send them to me, then I just have to pass clearing on this end and I should be in. If I'm a student I get a student visa, I'll have an OV card (really important for traveling around this country for a reduced, and on week days, free price), be able to legally work here, and gain student prices for housing. Plus this means I finish my degree. My family should be very pleased to hear that.

I may also be joining a frarority. I don't know what else to call it. It's co-ed (despite the very few girls that join the one I'm trying to join, girls can join, they just tend not to) so it's not actually a fraternity or sorority. It's kind of like both. I'm really hoping I get in because it'd be nice to be apart of a group and get to know people. Plus I'm sure a lot of them can help me with finding housing and tell me what I need to do about getting into the program I want to study in years to come.

Until then, this week is reserved for partying in Delft. The lovely university city that, due to the tech school, has way too many guys and not enough girls. (This would be the city in which the foam-fail-party happened where I met handsome and the fan club.) The fan club will be there again! Don't know about handsome though, I didn't ask him. It'd be nice. It's one of Jiska and my friend's birthday this week. I need a good nickname for him.

Giant chewy chocolate CHUNK cookies... mmmm

We (being Jiska and I) figured out that I'm actually allergic to lactose rather than cocoa itself. Which really explains a lot. And my recent love for soy milk is definitely helping the sympathy pains. Though I must admit, there are a lot of things with lactose in them. I almost rather be allergic to cocoa... that's not true. But doesn't that just look so good? (And the bar of chocolate in the background there... om nom nom nom.)

Well one guy and I hung out. I feel these get-togethers will be few and far between. Anyways, I spent the night with him at a beach house in a town that I can't pronounce... at all.

(Jiska: That you can't pronounce very good.)

Oh if it only was just "very good", I can't pronounce the damn city at all. It's Schrevinsdlasdgjlkj-GEN. Seriously that's the city name-

(Jiska: No, it's not, it's Scheveningen. Easy.)

Yea. Well I went there. And then it rained. Yay Holland.

(Jiska: You forgot to mention you got on the wrong tram.)

Trams hate me. Note to self: Jiska really doesn't need to be here when I'm writing my blog.

Last time one guy and I hung out we kind of agreed that if anything were to happen it'd be slow. I guess sleeping together, and that's all we did, counts as slow. Okay, we made out some too. I don't think I like him. I like someone. I like mystery guy. Don DON dOOOooOooonnn!!! For the by my side experience, this should really be said out loud. Do it. You know you want to. Mystery guy (getting used to the nicknames yet?) has a girlfriend. OKAY I know what you're thinking: "This again? Don't you learn?" ... no... No I don't.

Yes he has a girlfriend. If I paid any attention to previous points in my history I have learned that guys with girlfriends are bad. Mainly because their girlfriends tend to get jealous of me (not saying I'm some drop dead gorgeous bomb shell or anything, I'm saying I fill the roll of the good friend. Now some of us know how the good friend roll turns when it's a guy and a girl.) This has happened a few times. I cook, I play video games, I like doing random things like build blanket forts or play in the rain- long story short I'm insane, apparently that's attractive. What really does it about mystery guy? His smile. Never thought a smile could be so attractive, but this smile is the epitome of happiness. And goodness gracious I hope he doesn't read this blog or I will deny his existence in it. ("No really, it isn't you. Just shut up.")

Anything else? Oh yes, I'm broke like a joke and living off of pasta. Now something to be aware of in Holland: we all ride our bikes EVERYWHERE. Thus, pasta isn't helping me stay my cute little shape. I'm in fact dropping kilos. Jiska and I have a plan to eat Greek food when I get my paycheck in at the beginning of next month. Staying healthy is actually extremely expensive. Did you know they only have cows here for KAAS CHEESE!?

(Jiska: We eat them too. [long pause] I think.)

My point exactly.

Next week is partying in Delft, the technological school here in the Netherlands. It's about 90% boys, so if you're wondering where my drinks will be coming from... now you know. There are some really nice boys in Delft! I tend to be pretty social anyways, and they're fun to talk to. (No I'm not just saying this to save my @$$ later if any of them read this.) You guys are awesome!

- This pasta eating queen (and her lovely sidekick Jiska!)

On top of the world!

I went to the south of France and it was amazing. First I ate lunch on the very top of a colosseum, then I went to the beach and spent the evening in an amazing hookah lounge, then I picked up two German backpackers in Montpellier and had them join Tommy and I at the Estivals (Summer Festivals). I literally felt like I was on top of the world. It helped that for a moment I really was; as I sat on the very edge of the colosseum.

I'm hitchhiking to London tomorrow. I'm meeting up with Meli and the Deans. Definitely looking forward to that. Though I do need to pick up a backpack first and a map...

Today there where these three German guys busking in the city center. They were amazing!! So Tommy and I invited them up for lunch with the rest of the gang at the flat. We almost had them convinced to couchsurf with us. Now they're going to host me when I go to Berlin in a few weeks. I also realized I may or may not have a thing for German guys and I have a tendency to pick up German guys and get them to couchsurf with Tommy and I.

Well, boy successfully pissed me off, again. Though this time was much more serious. I was beyond a Texan accent. He ditched me on my birthday. It was this past Monday and ditched me for another girl. Not that the gender of the person he ditched me for really matters, more so that he said he'd grab drinks with me after salsa and then didn't. Plus he is the only one left in the flat that isn't on holiday, so I was kind of hoping I would have someone at the flat to hang out with on my birthday. Fortunately Tommy saved the night. Well, him and Anu and Duncan. Anu is from Estonia and Duncan is from Scotland. Two really cool people that I got really close to this past week. Tomorrow they leave for Estonia!! I'm sad. But they get back to Toulouse, France in September so I'm going to go visit them then and we're going to build a treehouse. The next day boy apologized. Which is nice, but still I am a bit pissed with him. My attraction to him though has gone fully cold. Right now just friends is just fine.

I applied to Webster University and I am now 20. All fingers crossed I get in!!

- This old person