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

Off to France!

I'm packing for my trip to France tomorrow. I'm going with Tommy and I must say I'm super excited! We're hitchhiking. It's going to take about 24 hours for the hitch and with all the stories Tommy has told me about his hitchhiking experiences, I really can't wait. Plus, the French beach will be a nice change to all this hideous weather we have been having. Sun!!

Yesterday I went to a murder mystery game party. It was pretty much a rip off of Aladdin, but definitely super fun. Everyone was dressed up very nicely and quite in character. Then, after the murder was solved and the game was over we partied. The genie brought out his stash of really good vodka and we drank like kings. (Polish kings. There were pickles.) Talk about good and smooth! Man that stuff was awesome. Plus, I managed to hold my liquor quite well. Six shots into it I was still peachy keen and Tommy was off his rocker after three! Though I had a lot of bread and hummus; good sponge is what that is. Tommy had fun trying to convince everyone was I was Canadian. I even had to pull out my driver's license. Seriously. I'll admit, I was playing along though.

"I used to have a friend named Barry in Canada - Texas..."

Surprisingly I didn't have a hangover this morning.

So the pranks have currently taken a bit of a break. Plus boytoy and I are just friends now. I guess that means I should just call him boy? I like it this way. As soon as we decided that and it was all said and done we were laughing again, teasing each other, he was tickling me and it felt like we really were friends again. No more of this at each other's throats thing anymore. I'm really happy with this.

- This very single girl

P.S. rawr

Harry Potter premiere! (And London.)

It was a lot of fun for sure. Besides the whole extremely crowded, raining, cold, standing outside for 12 hours part, and not seeing the three main characters or the movie. London was awesome. We made do by being ridiculously silly and making friends during the wait. I actually enjoyed waiting for the actors to walk by more than actually seeing the actors themselves. Huh... soooo WEIRD!! (Inside joke.)

The next day was by far more fun! We met a kiwi that Jiska and I nicknamed "Kiwi" and ran around being super touristy. (Also gasaming over cars.)

The trip almost didn't happen though. This smart one right here almost forgot her passport. If it wasn't for Rins meeting us at the train station in Den Haag I wouldn't have been able to go. Heh... oops. Thank you Rins! (I owe him dinner now.) Unfortunately I haven't been blogging recently since I've been so busy and sick. But I'll work on that. (Maybe.)

- This forgetful idiot

P.S. I have a picture!

Off to London!

I'll be back in four days with pictures! Jiska and I almost panicked, our couchsurfing host bailed on us. But we found a last minute host! Yay!

Tomorrow is the Harry Potter premiere.

- This Harry Potter nerd (I have a house tie and school girl outfit and everything)

Si vis amari, ama.

I'm left smiling, with my heart fluttering and my mind clouded.

Yea the date went well but boytoy and I had a better talk (I think we may be getting better at these) and then we danced some (and I broke a glass). Salsa. Have I mentioned how much I love a guy who can dance? Things are still undetermined, duh.

Today was the fourth! I couldn't find sparklers. Of course, it makes sense they wouldn't sell fire stuff on a holiday celebrating the independence of a different country. Though, Wyb and Kati found a stars and stripes shirt on sale today so I bought it and put it on. That's as patriotic as I got. Woo!

Jiska is sick and we're supposed to be going to London on Wednesday morning!! I hope she gets better soon. I'd hate for her to miss out or even be really sick on the bus. I don't want her to push it either and then have a bad time/get herself even more sick. We'll find out more about that later.

Also, our couchhost in London isn't responding to us. He approved us but we don't know how to get to his place. And it was so perfect too!! Damn.

Prank status: Muahaha. I walked foamboy to the train (I need to get a better nickname for him) and when I got back boytoy was in the kitchen with Wyb and Kati, eating dinner and watching friends with the door closed. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner but when the show was over they started washing dishes so I went to boytoy's room where his door was open. I threw his pillow in his freezer. Hid his phone. Stole his keys and hid them in my pocket. THEN he started wondering where I was. "She's not in her room... HEY!!" And came after me. He even searched me and didn't find his keys! Hehehe so I quickly went to my room and hid them. Then he realized I had his keys and came running down the hall to get me. But I'm too quick! I locked my door and he was screwed. Good night. Very good night.

I only have a few days left until my bet about the two weeks with my sister is over. It doesn't really matter for two reasons, though. First: I will be out of the country and thus away from boytoy so I'd have to wait until I was back anyways. Second: Marcel and boytoy have a bet that boytoy can't go without for 3 weeks. But due to something between boytoy and I, it's been extended another week. Hah! And Aww...

- This lover, not a fighter (hah)