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!)

Something to get used to, I guess?

Never in my life have I ever been told "I love you" that many times in one night. Alcohol + girl from another country...

The accent thing was loved and I guess you could say I definitely dance like an "American". Also, all the guys I danced with tried to kiss me. The last guy was super persistant and would follow me around the dance floor! Aside from that, I liked dancing with him. He was charming in a quirky way and actually knew how to dance! Though, after boytoy, the whole tipping me part of dancing had me especially nervous. I mean... the foam comes waist high; tip over and your covered.

So the general consensus is: foam parties are a lot of fun. If you get tired of dancing with the guy you're dancing with or want to change up the pace: you throw foam on him. Then the foam battle begins!! You get pretty gross and sticky though. And you should stop worrying about your hair as soon as you walk in because from the moment you enter you are now pulling off the "sexy wet hair look". So take advantage of this moment to whip around your hair and run your fingers through it all sexy like... and stuff.

It was definitely nice to get out and party and dance! I haven't been dancing in a while and I was starting to crave it. (Also was feeling pretty cooped up in the flat.)

Time to wash my clothes and eat some food. Got another foam party tonight!

- This dancing queen