While most of my classmates are outside, playing with firework and playing with the risk of losing a hand, I'm stuck inside. Okay, I have to admit that I like it better inside, but the real reason is that I can barely walk. Once again, I decided to run 6.4k at the Oliebollenloop. Once again, Liselotte and I wanted to run together. Once again, we almost died in the mosh pit that was supposed to be...
My exam week is almost over. One more on Monday (German Literature) and then I'm done. Exam week was nothing like I had imagined it. Stressful? A little. Scary? Only on day 1. Frustrating? Totally. After this week my brain feels like it's been stir fried or made into a pudding. You know I love reading, but over the last couple of days the only thing I seemed capable of was playing Lego Batman on...
Exam week changes you. I had already seen it happen to my friends when the had exams last year. But when E. started about flipping and tripping and shaking I thought it was slightly exaggerated. I'd be fine. It wouldn't be that bad. Well, I was a naïve junior when I wrote that. Last week I discovered that it is as bad as it seems. But when I arrived at school for my first exam, my nerves...
My name is Envy. E N V Y. Two syllables, it's simple as that. And still there are people who won't call me Envy, but... Annie L. Literally said: 'But Annie is such an amusing movie.' Yeah, so? What's that got to do with me? My name is Envy and nothing else. In the left corner: Annie. In the right corner; your infamous blogger Envy. Can you spot the millions of differences? From first grade...
I've been months and months behind on my awards, so here are the Liebster Awards that I won over the last few months. There are more awards coming up, but I don't want to spam you with it. Thank you so much Sanya and Ridx for the Liebster Awards! The Liebster Blog Award Rules: 1. Share 11 things about yourself. 2. Answer the 11 questions that your tagger has given you. 3. Choose 11 fellow blogs to nominate....
Dear freshmen, Welcome to your new school! Must be exciting, after eight years of elementary school, to be in this huge building full of frightening older kids. But don't worry, you've come this far already, you'll get past all the other problems too. Within a few weeks, you'll start noticing the chewing gum under the tables, the outdated posters and annoying older students. As long as you don't touch the chewing gum you'll be fine....
It's one of those weird Dutch traditions: when high school students graduate, they raise the flag (and their old school bag) in their yard. Or in my case: tack or staple it to the wooden section of the front of our house since we don't have a flag pole. I'll worry about that later. Senior year has only just started. I'm going to have a great time. That, or die underneath an avalanche of study...
In the short 17 years of my life, I've camped on three continents: North America, Australia (or Oceania if that's what makes you happy) and ofcourse my own continent, Europe. Of all three, Europe is the one that has caused me the most trouble. Yes, I am bored with my own continent, but that's not the reason why camping here puts me through so much trouble. So I present you: Envy's list of awful things...
Ah, home sweet home... Nothing feels as good as taking a shower in your own shower, sleeping in your own bed and going to the toilet whenever you want without having to walk a mile to and from the toilets. Yup, after four weeks of European-style camping, I'm back home :) My parents love camping the way it was back in the '80s, when they were young. So this means that for four whole weeks...
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Posting about Rome wasn't very high on my list of priorities. Even now, it isn't, but I'm doing this as to keep myself from sending E. angry messages on Facebook (what happened in a nutshell: he hurt my feelings, I feel like he should apologize, he ignores me). so finally, here it is: Part II of my amazing Rome trip! I think we all understand that dropping 29 juniors in a monestary isn't the best...
So... I'm back!!! Eight days seems like nothing, but after six days you start to realize that if your friends aren't there with you, eight days can be a long, long time. I guess it's a little too much to tell in one post, so I'm going to stalk you with my stories twice :) besides, there are some pictures that I want to show you, but M. and S. haven't sent them yet. Anyways,...
Last week I told about this math test that I had probably failed. I haven't heard the result yet, but that doesn't keep my teacher from giving the next test. It probably won't surprise you that I blew it. I screwed up another test. Yeah, I'm on a roll... Math tests are usually quite funny in my class, because we're all stupid as chickenshit. It's not that we don't learn, we're just too thick to understand...
Last night when I was talking to E. he said I should write a post on what we did that night (I know that that sounds a little wrong, but don't worry, we didn't do anything weird), because it would be 'funny'. I don't really see how I could make it funny and I don't think anyone is interested in a story about us going to a comicbookstore and our conversation in the Kentucky Fried Chicken....
I should be working on my history project, but I gave up. If I hear someone, anyone, say the word 'pope' again, I'll go insane. Going back to school wasn't as bad as I'd expected. There was just one thing that went totally wrong: the math test... Normal math tests aren't something I look forward to, but this one is far worse than other math tests, even though it's on the same level as the...
School started again. Biology, history, maths, all my classes started from the point where we'd left them last year. Latin was no exception. Though we had a rough start in this case. Not because we weren't able to translate apoem, but because of the content of the poem... Translating Latin is one of my many, many useless talents. I look at a text like it's a riddle I've got to solve. That's the only way...
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