Saan's royally pissed because half her faimly--big family--has come over for Christmas. Making her mom freak out all day, send Saan to her room, where her pc has the most trouble receiving the internet and network.The heating in her room's also crappy because her sis' room steals all the heat first. But she's nevertheless fled to it after the main course to avoid witnessing how drunk adults ca nreally get. Now she's reading in her room, where her youngest attending cousin has joined her. The kid's reading all Saan's children's books and staring in fascination at Saan's new flipover clock (Thanks, Yif!!) while Saan burrows under the duvet and rereads Danse Macabre. Hope there's a little more Christmas cheer (and central heating) to be had wherever you guys are. Saan's real family Christmas party doesn't start until tomorrow and her last gift should arrive by then also. See you guys then!
Okay, so technically it's not evening yet. Saan won't get a gift from her parents because snail mail is too slow. Which means she's got two gifts from her friends, and maybe another by Tuesday. Her sister, who's managed to get naughty before lunch, got kicked off the pc for the rest of the day and nicked Saan's knitting when she couldn't stare at Saan surfing the net. Her own knitting had a fault, and Saan's ruined anyway, so Eve can't get it much worse. Her dad's enjoying his new Corrs cd, which he technically wasn't allowed to buy, but gave Saan money for yesterday, when she went shopping with Yif. Her brother's spending his day helping a friend with his computer homework and Saan's mom has just returned from a night of helping Saan's uncle in the bakery and has brought a truckload of goodies that didn't get sold. No cherry pie, though. Maybe this thing'll get an edit later to tell what was in Saan's gifts.
ps: Saan's passed the 100,000 neopoints mark. She's decided that if she does get a muahahaha-avatar, she'll spend the money on a priate paint brush for TheSeals.
Saan sort of ran out of time to post anything by the time she realised she had to go to bed. She's got a headache, her eyes feel all hot and she's starting to get used to the new face in the mirror. Check back tomorrow, peeps!
...from the hairdresser's. She's lost several inches of hair and now can barely tuck it behind her ears anymore. And her hair smells like candy, because some guy decided that Saan needed some gel. And they rearraged her hair completely. Take a good long look at the picture somewhere in the archives. Saan doesn't look much like that anymore. She's been looking at herself in the mirror for a while now. Maybe she'll get used to it by tomorrow.
Things to do by tomorrow: Remember all the gifts, be on time (twice) and make sure she's got a book in case she's too early. Get up early enough. Set the alarm clock. Maybe chase her sister out of bed and to school.
Saan's exam's are over!!! *Mini-happy dance* And there's a great movie on tv tonight!!! *Dance-dance* And Saan doesn't have to go to school tomorrow!! *Dance-dance-dance* So what does Saan do to while away time until the movie? ... She relearns how to knit. So far, she's restarted her work five times. Prepare for a very thin purple scarf picture in the future.
Reasons to Party: -Tomorrow, Saan has her last two exams -Saan has got 75000 neopoints and some change. And nearly 400 items in her safety deposit box -The fruit machine gave her 10000 neopoints and a water muffin today -She doesn't have a lot to study for today -She finished her Saan DIY!with string-pen -However crappy, there's a picture with the post today.
Saan was bored because 1) she managed to somehow jam her laptop's media player. Her brother will be fixing that this evening or so. 2) she knew she'd loose track of time if she started playing on the Sims 2. So she went favorites-surfing and came across a page with--believe it or not--scoubidou creations. You know, plastic lace knot-like contraptions. Seeing her dad banned the things on what Saan still presumes is an urban myth, she tried something from it out with rough cotton string. Nothing from the ones with googly eyes or wire, because she doesn't remember where the glue pistol is, she doesn't have googly eyes and she can't shove wire up the string. The result's pretty cute (for a pen), but she's nearly finished and now has a blister on her left middle finger. For those also bored to tears, look up something roughly string-like, a pair of siccors and go here: http://www.yoarra.nl/.
Tomorrow the BIG Latin exam. Saan's feeling insecure enough that she'll be repeating her overview of poetry at a quarter to eleven at night and almost learned some bits she shouldn't have. She rearranged her book shelves (because she is getting 7 manga albums for christmas) and found otu just how much binders you can jam into one shelf if you really want to. And now she's off to hyperventilate insecurely over her Latin.
...Friday! Meaning she could cut her studies short for a bit. She went shopping. so she didn't anything she wanted (Having 1 pair of pants besides jeans is not too many jeans god-damnit!) but she did get a new nightie (blue) and she spent most of her time on the Sims 2 pets. She now had a neon-colored (several colors, actually) dog, tiny, cross itself with a chow-chow-like black creature, huge, with red spots across its body. And now she's going to watch her weekly program.
Friday's in sight, and after that, it's only three more days to go (Saan's back feels like it won't survive that, but it'll have to) of tortu--exams. Dutch tomorrow. Saan hopes she didn't have to learn the new spelling for the exam, because she didn't study it and is not going to. If she had, she'll have to wing it. The last day is Geography and English. 5 pages (Really, guy had three months and got five pages far. Guerilla warfare doesn't begin to describe Saan's class vs. Mr. Stoops) and Saan's best course. Downside, it's Latin and Biology before that. ... *Whimpers*.
More ends approaching: -Saan has, at the moment 49K in neopoints and some change. Hopefully, she'll reach the 50K mark before the night's over. -Saan's hogged her sister's computer game (okay, so it's the Sims 2 Pets) ever since the exams started. Her cream-colored chow chow's at the top of its showbizz career and her humanoid mass of pixels is climbing to the top of her sport's career. Also, Saan adopted a new puppy. It's tiny and fuzzy and cute. -Then she got kicked off the game by her dad. -She'll get her report card by next Friday. -Next Thursday, there's her hair that's going bye-bye. Pray for that one, guys.
Saan's exam wasn't as bad as her half-past eleven pessismism predicted, or so Saan hopes. She filled out her first blue page, meant for brainstorming and desperate copying of conjugation rules, with random silliness to let off some steam. But because Saan made a scene last night, Saan's mom is reversing to jailer mode and going to arrange Saan's planning for the day. Somebody come save her. (If you don't have to study yourself, that is. Studying's important. Really)
Saan, as mentioned before, sucks at French. Really. She develops a stutter and dyslexia when switching lanuages. Tomorrow's the exam (quarter to twelve.. and she's STILL not finished). Some support would be nice. A miracle would be better. Accidentally getting the first-years' exams would be best.
EDIT: The blog just passed its 1500th visitor (okay, so it's 1512th visitor). Somebody get drunk in Saan's stead for that particular festivity, 'cause she has to study. If there's cake and a wish to be made, wish for good grades for Saan.
Both Saan and her brother are being very very bad at the moment. Her brother is skipping class and using that time to quickly jot down his homework and surf the net. Saan *should* be studying, but isn't. She's surfing and chatting with her brother. And taking packages of roughly 200 euro value (RAM. Who needs that?) for the overgrown toddler. And Saan's going to enjoy it while it lasts, and not think about the fact that she forgot to learn a small bit of her maths and improvised on the exam.
Saan worked on her pc from a different side of the table today due to rearranging of the christmas tree. Her right arm hurts. She also worked at the kitchen table, which has horrible chairs and got pain in her back and neck.
Also, Saan's brother found a way that might reanimate Saan's two dead pixels. All she has to do is keep her pc screen on for 24 hours. And stare at two small squares going blue-green-red at sickening speeds.
Mathemathics, ahoy! Saan is crawling back into her shell of inferiority complexes and total and utter lack of self-confidence and not coming out until after Tuesday, after she's handed in her second part of the exam. She's spent her entire day studying and nothing stayed inside her head, so she drowned her sorrows in a big chocolate milkshake and cookies. She's feeling vaguely sick now.
She did look up reviews on her usual (read: the only place that can cut Saan's hair without vague disappointment as a result) hairdressers, and found several people who crossed half the country to go there with unruly kids. She remembered similar scenes she has made in the past, though hers were usually staged in clothing stores instead of inside the hairdresser's. The clothing store lady made her put on ugly, smelly clothes. The hairdresser fed her cookies and soda pop and gave her movies to watch and colorful things to put in her hair and could wash hair in crocodiles. To a two year old, those kind of people come only after favorite family members that buy you roller skates for your birthday, parents and God. Fifteen years later, Saan still goes there when there's hair (at least eight inches, because they aren't cheap) in the need of sudden disappearance. So, after the exams, the hair is going to go away. Probably. Hopefully. With some luck, Saan'll even change the hairstyle that just grew out from her two-year old bowl cut. And with a little more, it's not going to look awful. Then again, hair grows. Give it a month or six.
Something she forgot to report: NEW fish. The cause of death of the others appeared to be the only survivor of the original pack. The zebra-fish was removed, a new shipment of neon fish, two goldfish (real, life-sized goldfish like in the Disney movies, no tiny things) and one black thing with doughnut-like eyes that apparently should also be a goldfish. To Saan, it's a basset-fish. It's got the look right.
Okay, to those whiners that were complaining about short posts, here's something a bit longer. Tomorrow, Sam Seal is probably making pancakes. AND SO SHOULD YOU!
Belgium is getting wetter and wetter, and not in a good way. Clear skies ahead for the weekend, when Saan has to STUDY and then Monday comes along, together with rain, rain and more rain. No fair.
Saan had a wondrously wet walk home today. Her jeans are soaked, her jacket's soaked and her legs won't get warmer. Saan thinks she'll pass Chemistry this semester. Tomorrow; physics. Monday and Tuesday: Maths. After that, there's only Latin and French to freak out over. Probably.
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?!!!
... *Whimpers*.
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?!!!
