Saan is in today, 2th April 2007, and won't be back until tomorrow evening. Which is why there will be no post today. A tiny bit longer, guys, promise!
Saan's leaving for London early tomorrow morning, so she's busy today preparing for it. She's already sort of searched everything she needs together, and FINALLY finishing her Lupus in Tabula game. Another thing that's part of the preparations is making sure the site will post in Saan's stead. Then she'll probably have dinner, go look for her awesome new running shoes (Saan has running shoes. Hallelujah.), pack her bags and put on the tags with her address and cell phone number. And then she's going to try and sleep. See you all again on Tuesday.
Saan needs to develop one. She was like 'Okay, I'll just upload Saturday's pictures and then post this awesome post I've got in mind'. It's now three--no, wait, nearly four hours later and she is still uploading (It didn't seem like a lot of pictures when she was taking them, honest). She's forgotten what she was gonna post. And she still needs to clean up her stuff and go to sleep.
...New layout, new zippy-word-thingy, old poll removed, new poll put in place, rearrangement of the menu. Saan's homework's finished, she'll take the rest of her books home tomorrow and start thinking about how to pack her bag today. Someone pray for some divine help with the last bit.
Saan's weekend rocked. It was lightly tinged with sleep-deprivation-induced hilarity and Saan still has vague memories of nightmares filled with 'Free Hugs' signs, taking over Brussels-Central Station. And Li'll Miss H. in Waterloo Station, with the SECRET MISSION PLAN in full operation. Saan is vaguely frightened of trying to upload her 200 or so photos she took. Yikes.
Okay, so Saan got home with her usual reaction to rich food (here: Pringles) on a relatively empty stomach. She was half-conscious until half past way too late, when she was feeling detoxed enough to make some homework, pack her bag and try and catch up with her sleeping.
Sleeping didn't work so well, and hasn't since Friday night. Saan needs to remember where she put her alarm clock. Her internal clock works excellent, but sleeping in 15 minute shifts sort of defeats the purpose of sleeping altogether. Things, as you read, got late again on Sunday, and she had to get up early to shower again this morning. Yif didn't catch the hint of Saan's closed eyes and apparent deafness and woke her just after she got to sleep this afternoon. Saan's shiny new bookcase, which is the reason why she went to sleep late on Saturday, (One small new bookcase, and still she had to work an hour at getting all her stuff from the desk in there) got inspected despite Saan's protests. Saan's yelling woke up the rest of the house and the world's hatred for all sleeping Saans put this Saan in a pretty foul mood. Until the kinetherapist called to say someone had cancelled and Saan didn't have to come at half past nine pm anymore, but half past seven. Huzzah.
And now Saan's going to give sleeping another shot.
Saan spent her day enjoying Coudenberg and Bellevue in Brussels, picknicking in Brussels, staring at all the shiny policebulbs escorting the celebrities in Brussels, eating in Louvain and coming home dead tired. Sleep, she needs to sleep.
Saan's dotting the last I's: printing Lupus in Tabula one last time, finishing her mp3-updating, listening to the last bits of Dane Cook, readying her bag for tomorrow, finishing her homework. So no post. Sorry.
Okay, so it took three hours, one good backpack for her trip to London (NOT red!), one ikea family card application, one found book shelf with 2 doors and two near breakdowns in the shoe shops (Saan's starting to hate them. Sport shoes are meant to fit. Not to squash your toes together or squeeze around the middle or have suspicious lumps in the heelpad.), but Saan got something she didn't need, but thought was cute. Read: her mom had a coupon with a ridiculously low amount of money on, and felt a bit sorry for her. So now Saan has an expansion for her crocs (Yes, Yif, the ugly shoes she goes out in public with, despite the fact that you said she couldn't). Saan has Jibbits. Two BIG flower Jibbits, instead of lots of little ones. She could start to collect some, and switch from time to time. But for now, she'll do with her flower-power flowers. And because Saan doesn't have time for a very long post, you'll have to do with a cell phone picture.
Saan's sleepy. Part of it is just plain tiredness. Part of it is the facial massage her kinetherapist gave her half an hour ago. Saan's got excersices for her face now, which should help in getting it functionable (as in drinking from a bottle in one go without wetting her pants in a very hard to explain spot) faster. The down side to it is that they stimulate about every muscle that's been blissfully dormant for five weeks. Saan's face is aching a little at the moment. Next appointment's on Thursday.
Saan'll be having a hectic day tomorrow. She's gotta be in three or so places far from home, make muffins and study for a big test, on top of just scribbling down her usual translation bit for Latin.
She found out how to calculate the number pi. The downside's that the record's like 1,24 X 10 to the 12th numbers after three. It's demotivating and time-consuming.
She still has to do today's bit for Latin. Then she'll be helping her mom grade tests (Saan, assistant teacher of the evening) in exchange for all the homemade strawberry yoghurt she can eat. Possibly to the tunes of Dane Cook's 'Harmful if Swallowed'. Because Maths can use a little laugh from time to time.
Philou's gone. Muh. Saan's lost one of the very, very few people who read and reply to this blog. And the music folder won't STOP HAVING SONGS. So she'll be busy for a few days with her cell phone. And she keeps getting distracted by the shiny FMA-episodes and Panic!At The Disco songs.
Saan's musical abilities are practically nonexistant. Letting her listen to it is pretty much your safest bet. Her dad lets her do the on-road music for her family trips. She will be making her little cousins demand if you're horny or just want a cookie this summer. And tonight, she's updating her phone's mp3 player, so she'll be able to take it with her to London. Several hours on a train. With about SIXTY people. Now, with that happy thought, she leaves you to ponder the possibilities of that.
Saan is staring at her remaining schoolworkload in shock. It's tiny. And it's stolen her ability to make a decent post. Saan's basically on the pc, breathing down her brother's neck to fix the pc so she can print out the amazing chart she made for chemistry.
There is no post today because Saan was lying on the floor, gasping for breath, after reading this. ... Okay, so the real reason is that she stayed up late, trying to fufill her woman's life desire before she turned old.
Saan is finally finished with her homework. It took her three hours and half, but now she has a reasonable preparation for her punishment test tomorrow, she translated her Latin text, and she realised that widows are only good to give charity to in contemporary culture. Only muslims are informative enough to tell them when they are allowed to marry again (four moon months and ten days after his death or burial. Saan's not sure which). In other words: she typed five thirds of a page on the concept of the univira and had to get very creative to get anything on the subject. It's the first time in days that she didn't scramble to finish her homework. She still needs to shower, and can't forget to take her new Math book tomorrow, but apart from that, she's done for the day.
She still has an hour and feels invincible. And thirsty. And a wee bit tired. And a tad nauseous. She forgot her water bottle today, so she only drank like half a litre, she didn't eat enough at lunch, so she pigged out at dinner on the world's greasiest pizza, and her nap (which she sort of needed) got interrupted for the aforementioned pizza. The picture sort of illustrates how she feels and was shamelessly nabbed from http://geebasonparade.keenspot.com.
-Saan's English teacher is probably right on putting it there, but Saan still doesn't believe she has to explain 'inside someone's head'. -American universities are mean, confusing and unhelpful things. -Saan's feeling uneasy about her speaking test for Dutch tomorrow. She always forgets her lines in these things, can't wrap her mouth around sounds (so she's constantly mumbling) and feels a bit uncertain about herself from the side effects from the cortisones. -The university of Brussels dislikes foreign students so much that it refuses to offer them even te catalog of the courses. -Saan fell and scraped up her knee in the park. -Saan is going to Brussels next week. -Cookie mix to make at home looks fun, if you leave out the oats. What are oats for, anyway? -Saan did well on her math test. She can multiply matrices, boo-yeah! -There is kinetherapy to help people recovering from facial paresis, or so someone claims. -The pills still haven't left Saan's system, and it's beginning to piss her off. -Saan's eating pattern can be regulated with juice, apparently. Next problem: how much is too much?
Saan is finally finished with her homework. It took her three hours and half, but now she has a reasonable preparation for her punishment test tomorrow, she translated her Latin text, and she realised that widows are only good to give charity to in contemporary culture. Only muslims are informative enough to tell them when they are allowed to marry again (four moon months and ten days after his death or burial. Saan's not sure which). In other words: she typed five thirds of a page on the concept of the univira and had to get very creative to get anything on the subject. It's the first time in days that she didn't scramble to finish her homework. She still needs to shower, and can't forget to take her new Math book tomorrow, but apart from that, she's done for the day. 
