The POI Adventure!!! Part Five!!! & Violent Childhood Songs
It probably says something about Saan when she says her favorite Saint Nicholas song starts with talk about punishing 'who's bad'. Nevertheless, she can't have been all that bad this year, because the good saint brought her her two pairs of poi (fluffy-fluffy & bloooooo LEDs), 20 euros, chocolate, tangerines, gingerbread and gimauves. The last, Saan kindly donated to her brother and sister. She promptly spent most of her study-breaks playing with her new, violently pink toy, because the LED poi are prettier when it's dark, according to the website. She managed the alternate butterfly (or something that looks enough like it) and didn't get beaten half to death when things went horribly wrong. Saan's immature tendencies (which caused her to ask a gift mostly bought for two-year olds) paid off for once.
Badder news: First exam tomorrow. Chemistry. Saan's not sure how that's going to turn out. Someone burn a candle for that (As a matter of fact, burn so much someone gets arrested for attempted arson) between half past eight and twelve. Why do there have to be so many different alkyl-based...thingies?!!!
Saan's really happy that she only has two more hours of real class before...exams, but, then again, it's no school for TWO WHOOOOOLE WEEKS after that. So she's happy. Deal with it.
Those who checked in earlier noticed Saan's copy-paste collection of information for her project for Latin. She's taken to posting all relevant info she finds in a message for 2016 ever since her school e-mail ate an hour of searching. One she posted at the end and forgot to put the date on 2016. That one's moved now.
Saan spent her entire day studying Chemistry and looking up info for her Latin project. She did write a Kobe cougar story, but she wasn't going to her grandfather today, so it's still waiting on the table. She also finished coloring her quotes and ate half her goodie bag she got at the restaurant last night. Caramel kitkat isn't something she recommends.
Saan, in a moment of pure procrastination (5 syllables, maybe six, very long word) and frustration at cutting her hand on her schooldiary, collected some pictures and then went to look for some Dutch quotes. And actually found a few good ones. She still has to study for her Chemistry exam.
Today, Gil (Saan's neighbour in Maths) wanted to know if he was in her blog. Saan said he wasn't, because she couldn't find anything spectacular to he'd done. To which Gil immediately replied that he had done something quite impressive on May 23rd 1990: getting born. Because it was funny at the time (When there's only fifteen minutes of schoolweek left, lots of things are funny, really) Saan's making note of it in here. There, Gil in the blog.
Next problem: what the hell does Saan have to type in her little story on Kobe Cougar for her wee li'll cousin of thirteen years old. Help. Please?
Today Saan forgot her locker key. Again. And her cell phone. And bought a christmas gift for Yif. And noticed she could actually combine anime with her project for Latin. Yay.
Saan, who is once more avoiding parental supervision on her use of the pc, discovered today she should've defragmented her pc last February. So she'll probably get around that one of these days. And still be busy with that a few days later. First objective is to get this awful crick out of her neck.
Okay, check this out. Saan posts she didn't get her package and crawls into her bed because she's tired. An hour later, her dad bursts in and goes 'you've got mail, look' and shows a nifty piece of paper proclaiming she'll get her package if she hauls her ass to the world's most unknown post office. She does. There they go 'Oh, wait, this is only here *tomorrow*, go to the main city office, they'll have it there'. Off goes the daddy-mobile. There, a bitchy woman with no one at her window at the end of her workday sees an overenthused teenager and yells for said teenager to grab a ticket. Saan gets a ticket, completely baffled, because there's no one else in the office waiting to be served. A more helpful elder employee tells her she can come over to his window. Saan learns her package was late because customs decided to snoop in it, and that their snoopiness is going to cost her ten euros. She does get her package, even if it's in exchange for her entire allowance.
Oh, and her school trip went quite well. She got to speak French only for... 10 minutes, and for offering help to a bunch of very un-picky toddlers who couldn't get onto all the playground's contraptions on their own. Saan, later, fell off that very same thing, tattooing her entire left side with white gravel dust and banging her head. Her head still hurts.
And this thing cost her 10 minutes of her pc-time. She's going to try and be very invisible, by already having cleaned up her junk, having finished her homework and having helped her sister. Yes, maybe that whack to the head jumbled things up a bit.
Saan didn't get her package. Saan did get computer time limitations of 30 minutes a day due to oncoming exams. So until 7 December, when she can post during the afternoons, that's gonna hafta stick or be prolonged a wee bit. Until then, Saan sulking about it. Today she was being sneaky and posted this before her parents came home and could haul her off the pc. <.< >.> You did not read this.
As usual, Saan's Sunday post's gonna be short. Firstly, the story was a success. 7 unknown words. Secondly, Saan's starting the preparations for her exams, so all posts until the start of the Christmas holidays will probably be small. She still has to read the rest of her novel for French and will have to work hard for Biology, Maths, Chemistry, French and Latin. Also, Saan has one third of her 1000 items in her safety deposit box (39 petpets) and 27000NP. And she still has to memorise her French homework.
Check back tomorrow for the habitual whine that a) she has a school trip which she will probably screw up on and b) she didn't get her package.
(Side note: Saan got her cell phone back. Yaay! And Yif can't be Saan's cuddlebug because friends are for hugging and not for bugging)
Saan's cousin is in her second year of middle school, meaning she has her first year of English. Now, the problem with that is that she's not very good at it (yet) and has trouble with the pronounciation. So, from now on, in order to help her some, Saan has to write a short, simple story for her cousin to read out loud on Sundays.
The first one (witten today) introduced the main character and his sidekicks. There is Kobe the Cougar (owner of a club), with his flatmates Dandy the Dingo (a ladykiller who works in a clothing store) and Sam the Seal (who ate their goldfish last night). They all live in Manhattan And then, of course, to assure some romance in future episodes, there is the pretty Filly the Ferret, Kobe's girlfriend, who he often takes out to eat hotdogs with. The stories ('Kobe's Adventure's'), according to the story up till now, get written by Kobe's secretary, Zippo Hippo.
She managed to smear that out across half a page. Probably you all will receive a desperate help-the-blocked-writer plea next Friday. So far, Saan's little sis has helped her brainstorm on future titles, such as 'Kobe Cougar Is Bored', 'Kobe Cougar Learns Ballet', 'Kobe Cougar Discovers The Internet', 'Kobe Cougar Gets Drunk', 'Kobe Cougar Reads A Book', 'Why Filly Ferret Will Not Be Called Fanny Ferret No Matter How Much You Whine', 'Kobe Cougar Goes To The Cinema', 'Kobe Cougar Cheats On His Girlfriend', 'Kobe Cougar Buys New Fish'... And so on and so forth. Those might or might not become actual stories. The goal was to make simple stories, at the difficulty of your average Miffy book, but with slightly more interesting topics, and a handful of new words in each story. Perhaps a moral in some might be a good idea. Saan's cousin is fourteen and enjoys a laugh.
If Saan can't think of a post for tomorrow and her cousin has sent the file by then (or has given along the story to add a glossary), you'll probably get the story. As a matter of fact, you guys just might end up being test audience (or real audience) for these little things because Saan is too lazy (or too late) to think of something better.
Saan is once breathing that 'survived another week of back-breaking amounts of homework' sigh.
She checked time zone differences with New Zealand and Belgium. It's eleven hours. Saan's gonna cry if her package hasn't arrived by Monday. Really.
Saan has an oral exam (not that kind, you gutter-minded readers out there) of (not the medical or genetical kind either) French (see?!) on Monday. The plan is to make a small lecture on a French film. Saan's group's using 'À folie? Pas du tout!' (English version: 'He loves me, he loves me not'). Saan has her obsessions, but nothing quite as longterm or serious as the chick in this movie. Erotomania was not a word she needed to learn today. Really. People who build shrines with used bits and pieces (well, not the physical kind) of other people are creepy to Saan. It's just... ew.
Her cell phone's fixed. But her mom hid the receipt, so she won't get it back until tomorrow. Boooo!
Saan's bro is back from his team building week! Meaning Saan has a cuddlebug again. (Well, she bugs him with cuddling. Cuddlebug. It fits. Sort of.) Also meaning all computer problems accumulated in the past five days will mysteriously vanish in the following two.
Her French-speaking pen-pal sent her an e-mail. Once more, Saan shall have to take the time to figure out the bits that got a bit jumbled up in the sentence. She's not going to complain, because she knows she's worse than her pen pal when it comes to that sort of thing. So far, she's going to presume that the mystery word meant 'leader'. Or something close to it. She's completely lost if it isn't.
Yeah, she forgot to post last night. Try to take comfort in the fact that she's feeling mightily guilty about it and made up for it by filling up the empty date. Check if you like.
Saan has a biology test tomorrow. On blood and osmosis (so pretty much the entire term's course). She's taking a seven minute break at the moment, because visions of exploding fish and cherries and pink hormones are dancing evilly in front of her eyes. That, and the strangest hints tend to sneak into Saan's notes due to a few wanderings off subject by the teachers. So far, it's been mostly about gardening, cooking and how to put people with fish allergy into a coma. These off-topic diversions happen with about every biology teacher. Saan's first biology teacher always had a way of going from the most innocent subject, such as a leaf pattern, to stories of horrible loss of limb(s). Her second dropped the occasional quote from books with titles such as 'the little penis book'. Her third and fourth were always behind in class and never had time for stories. And now this one is proving to be a Martha Stewart clone. The down side to all the story telling (and a congress in Poland) is that the lessons get all jumbled, and some things don't make it to paper, but do find their way to Saan's test. Or, they get two words and then Saan has to write three whole lines on them. And half of it isn't even Saan's fault. Or she gets questions about trivial things, the ones you do not put in your synthesis and then gape at in confusion for five whole minutes. Such questions, since teachers do not like the You-Never-Fucking-Told-Me-This-Dash, require a careful balance of course knowledge and a vivid imagination. And the test is during lunch hour due to lack of time. So, everyone out there reading this, burn a candle for good luck for Saan (or ignite a digital one somewhere) between 12.00 and 12.50 tomorrow afternoon. Saan is now going back to the exploding wildlife (oh, and the sketch of the medieval fortress under siege that was not an idle doodle but actually part of the lesson) and hoping she'll get it all pumped into her head by tomorrow.
Time zones are confusing. Meaning Saan hasn't got her package yet. And so she's pouting behind her pc until she gets it. Or until she has to leave for school tomorrow morning. Whichever comes first.
While Saan appreciates Artemis' offer for help with her letter, she managed (with some serious help from her good friend Mr. Dutch-French dictionary) to get something on paper. Her brand new pen pal is going to have a few snigger-moments while reading, but, then again, so had Saan when reading her own letter.
And to answer the question: she writes in English mainly because she's got the habit of doing so whenever she starts typing without educational reasons on her pc. And she likes to write. She wanted to make sure that she kept on writing at least something every day that wasn't fanfiction. Maybe someday she'll get a story fully her own. So far the most succesful thing she's typed in Dutch is a science-fiction-esque paper on human history, meant to be the beginning of a prelude to a story. It's one page long, and the rest of it got horribly stuck (but, then again, most of Saan's stories get stuck at one point. The firm belief that predecided storylines are for sissies has somethig to do with it). It's become the base for her reading binder for Dutch, and has become completely unreadable. She usually finds more to write when she gets going in English. Her talking in English, during class, sucks. Her translations suck even more. She knows what it means, but she can't translate it because she actually gets the slight flavors that accompany a term and there isn't a word in Dutch that carries the exact same one. When it comes to holding up idle conversation or phoning to Great Britain to inform if they happen to still have a copy of that single book that went out of print last week, she's better at it. The downside of it is that Saan now has to play tolk whenever her uncle isn't around to explain.
(Hopefully) Tomorrow: Saan freaking out about the package that she won't be allowed to play with until Saint Nicholas has paid his little visit.
And Saan still has some homework to do. Ouch. Since she's pretty sure it'll take a while, she's posting early. Saan's a wee bit gleeful today because: A) She found the name of the run-with-your-dog-through-a-muddy-track-sport: canicross. Only problem: there's no place saying when you're too old for the kids cross, so that's a bit confusing. B) Someone who never commented before commented on the blog.This is Saan, taking over the net, one blogger at a time, muahahaha. C) Tomorrow, it's a new week. Meaning she should get a package from New Zealand, containing her St. Nicholas presents somewhere in it. Also, her cell phone should be fixed by Wednesday. Unless the Sony Ericsson corporation ate it. In which case, Saan's going to be sad. D) Her toe has officially stopped hurting. Hurrah. So now's Saan's off to figure out how you write a letter half in Dutch, half in French.
Because Philou challenged, and Saan's childish enough not to let it pass (no spell check, 10 minutes work):
De zwakzinnige crimineel uit de Tolpoortstraat rolde uit zijn bed en overwoog even zelftoegepaste euthanasie met een scheepsanker om aan het gedrocht van een kater (die hij de vorige nacht op zijn kroegentocht had aangekweekt) te ontsnappen. Jammer genoeg lijdde zijn tas met inbrekersgerief aan acuut ijzertekort sinds een commisaris (een man die, aangezien er gepensioneerde agenten hem nog herinnerden, met recht een brontosaurus genoemd mocht worden) ze had uitgekuist. Het peperdure stukje speelgoed dat hem eerst aan een kaasboor had doen denken, voor de smid het liefdevol een 'madelief' had geheten, kon hij die ochtend dus ook al niet meer gebruiken om alle vezels uit zijn zevengranenbrood te keuteren. Hij krabte overwegend aan een steenpuist die hij al had sinds hij via een kruipkelder uit z'n eerste jeugdinstelling was ontsnapt en begon zijn gewapende overval op de dichtsbijzijnde videotheek te plannen.
Okay, so after the shoesocks Saan got yesterday, Saan went shopping today for a new coat. And (gasp!) for once, she found it in the first shop she looked in. It's not black, but it's not, exactly, an eye-stabbingly bright color, either. It's some kind of red, with a hood (Yay! No soaky walks back home!!) that has the most evil line of fur at its edges. The fur can be zipped off (No buttons in Saan's hair). Later, she found a new top (Color's slate, or something) with a nice print on the back. Hopefully, she can wear it on one of her jeans. And find something to wear over it. And then she got three new markers for school, because her old ones were either nearly empty, or dark blue. The new ones are the size of a normal pen, meaning Saan doesn't have to struggle to fit three chunky markers into her pen case anymore. The downside of it all is that Saan lost a lot of homework time and (whoops) only started on her homework at nine pm. It's now eleven, and she's right back on schedule: somewhere halfway through the first load.
Saan's not sure how that's going to turn out. Someone burn a candle for that (As a matter of fact, burn so much someone gets arrested for attempted arson) between half past eight and twelve. Why do there have to be so many different alkyl-based...thingies?!!!
