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?!!!
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'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?!!!
