There are less than 6 hours left of 2015 and all around me I see positive posts popping up. Everyone has something awesome to say or to share about the past 12 months. Some people made their dreams come through or kept to their resolutions for 2015. And here I am, thinking about the mediocrity of 2015... I won't say my year sucked, like some of my friends post on Facebook. 2015 was just... not...

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Sometimes I'm a little surprised when I realize there are some pretty awesome people out there whom I can call my friends. These awesome people have taken time out of their lives to get to know me. Me, of all people! Now this ain't one of my self-esteem issues here. I really am one big blob of awkwardness when people first meet me. If you ever meet me, you won't see an awesome blogger, you'll...

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It's the night before Christmas and all through the house... my parents can hear my frustrated groans and hissed swear words. Christmas is tomorrow and that means one thing in the Fisher family: fancy clothes. We don't go to church, we don't do anything special, but if you're not wearing fancy clothes to Christmas dinner, no matter how normal the food is, you're in a world of trouble. Thisyear I decided to wear my Ravenclaw...

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Some time ago my dad and I were discussing a trip to Egypt. I was already picturing myself in front of pyramids, taking pictures of camels and freaking out over crocodiles. My dad was thinking of something else entirely. 'Maybe I could trade you for camels,' he joked. 'Young blond girl should fetch quite a few, don't you think?' I snorted. 'They'll give you one crippled camel for me - if you're lucky.' The minute...

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Dear glasses, We've been together since December 2011. I remember the first time I saw you very well. I feel head over heels in love with you. Yet here we are, four years later, and it's time to say goodbye. To be perfectly honest, I'm glad it's over between us. Ever since my dad stepped on you, things haven't been the same. Multiple times you almost broke and the last couple of weeks I didn't...

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I have a confession to make: I am unhappy. Yes, you read that right. I'm not a happy girl and have been unhappy for a little while now. I don't know when I started to feel so blue. A few months ago I was still excited to do a summer program in India, I felt good about myself and had the best friends in the world. Then everything changed. My summer program was cancelled. People...

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Fact: we can't be amazing at everything we do. Recently I posted a list of 15 things I can do that I'm really proud of. It wasn't long before someone pointed out that there are also a few little things I can't do. Thanks, bro. But okay, he did have a point: there are some things I can't do. So to give you a more realistic idea of my skills I now present you the...

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As summer vacation ended, panic started. My college is big on team building and trust in sophomore year. One of the things we had to do to 'strenghten and stimulate the group's cohesion' is a pecha kucha presentation. Apparently 'pecha kucha' is Japanese for small talk. The presentation had to have 15 slides filled with pictures and I had 20 seconds per slide to tell something about it. The catch: I had to tell my...

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To most people, this Tuesday is just another Tuesday: not special at all. For me, this Tuesday is exhausting because of my ten hours of classes today, but it has a shiny silver lining: today I get to celebrate Granddad's birthday. My father's father turned 83 today. Yes, he's ancient, but he's also very awesome. Don't believe me? Read on, my friend, and meet my awesome Granddad "When I go to Germany, I'm Carl!" If...

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Source Nothing much ever happens in my hometown near Rotterdam. Sure there are a few crazy people around: the paedophile from down the street, the mentally handicapped guy who likes girls a little too much and one or two violent drug addicts. But they keep quiet and if you didn't already know they where there, you'd never know. How different it was in London, where the crazy people are impossible not to notice. I saw...

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I don't know about you, but I don't fall in love very often. It's been over a year since I had any genuine feelings for anyone and to be honest, it was starting to worry me. How was it possible that I hadn't felt butterflies in my stomach for such a long time? I was an expert at awkward crushes in high school, where had they all gone? I started thinking long and hard, ignoring...

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A few months ago, when I was asked to review the first book in the Kitty Hawk series by Iain Reading, Amazon had one job: send me the first book in the series. You can imagine how surprised I was when I received the fourth book instead of the first. To be honest, I'm very glad Amazon made this mistake. I fell in love with the cover right away and the story sparked my interest...

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I had been doubting about my writing skills for quite a while when I thought about quitting it alltogether. I hadn't put pen to paper in weeks and as summer left, so did my creativity. My mind, once full of wonderful stories, was blank and boring, the thoughts coming out of it dull and  My blog was affected by it too: my posts were uninspired, writing them was like a chore. I was about to...

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I promised myself not to freak out and fangirl. I promised to behave like a responsible adult. I promised to look at everything with amused interest. I should've known better... Yay for bad quality pictures! Months ago, when my parents decided to go to London, I practically begged them to let me do the Harry Potter Studio Tour. My dad, stubborn as he is, decided that it was absolutely unnecessary to buy tickets in advance....

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I live in a country where almost everyone has been to London at least once. Teenage girls say they loooove London, in the same tone of voice they use to talk about their new shoes. London is the place where all the female hipsters and aspiring writers want to live as soon as possible. Some bloggers even claim that their lives aren't complete without their annual trip to the city on the Thames. Usually I...

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