Category: Americaland


First, I’m happy to report that I have no cavities . I’m still a little amazed every time she tells me I have non. I used to live on soda in high school, and that’s pretty much the worst thing you can do to your teeth (or so I’ve been told), so in the past I usually had at least one a year. Than I banned soda out of my life about two years ago, along with the heaps of sugar I used to put in my tea and coffee, and I’ve been cavity-free ever since. I love it when I do something for my health and it actually works, haha! She also made a new casting (or impression, my English is failing today) of my teeth, so I’ll get a new mouth guard this Wednesday when I go in for my teeth cleaning

Then there’s all the insurance stuff I had to take care of, which was a little depressing to say the least. I guess it’s essential to have good travel insurance, especially when you’re flying British Airways, which managed to lose the luggage of a friend of mine on three separate occasions . Since I have to switch planes twice, I’m pretty much asking for it… Which is why I have decided to pack some extra underwear in my carry-on bag, ha. But there were also scenario’s like flying my body back to Holland should I die, etc. which I really rather not have thought about. I felt a bit blah after I specified everything for the insurance company.

Then there’s the insurance that covers the costs should I accidentally burn James’ house down or cause a major accident with my Dutch way of crossing streets (step on to street trusting that the cars will stop). I called the company that covers me in Holland, where me and my mom are insured as a family, or so I thought… Turns out I wasn’t in their system because they had assumed my mom and I had the same last name. We don’t. Oops. Anyway, long story short: I’m now insured for that, too.

In the midst of all that I managed to finish my research paper and portfolio, both around 40 pages long… Hopefully they’re both good enough for me to pass the courses. Which I think they are, but you can never be sure. Now all that’s left school-wise are two finals, which I’m feeling fairly confident about, and then I’ll finally have summer vacation, too!

Lists, Lists, lists

Who knew going on vacation was so much work? I sure didn’t. Maybe because the last time I went on a real vacation was when I was 14 and we went to Egypt (and by “real” vacation I mean going to a country that doesn’t share a border with the Netherlands). I’m pretty sure my mom took care of everything back then. Sigh.

So far, I’ve:
– Applied for an ESTA (and it was approved).
– Got earplugs for on the plane
– Bought summer clothes

But I still have to:
– Got travel insurance
– Get vaccinated for god knows what (June 16th)
– Go to the dentist to check for cavities (tomorrow)
– Go in again for a teeth cleaning (June 15th)
– Go back to the jaw surgeon for a check up after they prescribed me muscle relaxants
– Get my mouth guard for teeth grinding adjusted

… When I just read that I realized it looks like I have horrible teeth It’s not that bad, actually It’s just one appointment after the other because I will be gone for two months and don’t want any trouble in the US.

As for the summer clothes, so far I have:
– 3 dresses
– 2 pair of shorts
– around 15 shirts that are either sleeveless or short sleeved.
– 2 skirts
– 5 pair of ballerina shoes

That should get me started 😛 I’m sure I’ll shop a lot in Texas as well.

Gratitude & SPSS overload

First; thank you all so much for the advice It’s very much appreciated!

As for the rest… I wish I had something more interesting to blog about, but here’s the deal: SPSS has been tormenting me for three days straight. You’d think it’d be easier to run a statistical analysis with the help of a computer instead of doing it by hand, but… no. At one point I was in front of my computer, surrounded by about 5 SPSS manuals. That can’t be right, right? In the end, we got it done, though. Sorta. We’re still missing a margin of error, but honestly, I don’t care.

Ever since our teacher took a tumble down the stairs and broke her ankle, we’ve gotten way behind on schedule. It was only last week that we got a notification that someone else was taking over for her.

Bummer #1: It’s an actual professor instead of a TA. I had him for two courses in my first year, and he isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine. I bet he could make the biggest insomniac fall into a coma.
Bummer #2: He wanted us to catch up in a week. Really? REALLY?! After weeks of not getting any feedback whatsoever, we had a LOT of editing to do. We had exactly three days to find 132 participants for our research, and then analyze the data.

I swear, if it hadn’t been for Seb and his Cuban espressos I probably wouldn’t have survived. Sure, too much of them makes you wonder if you turned into a Parkinson’s patient, but DANG that coffee’s good. And it keeps you going when you’re running on fumes.

I sure could have used a cup (or three) when I had to get up at 7 this morning to make it to my appointment with the jaw surgeon in time… Long story short: I grind my teeth at night. Badly. I have a mouth guard for it, but that doesn’t help with the painful jaw. Last time I went in they told me to only eat soft food for 6 weeks (and let me tell ya, that gets old real quick). Didn’t help. So now I was prescribed some muscle relaxers that I have to take before I go to sleep. We’ll see how that works out.

On a much brighter note, I did manage to obtain some nifty earplugs for on the plane that supposedly help with earaches during a flight (another side effect from teeth grinding: your ears start to hurt), as well as a medical passport. The fact that I’m flying from Amsterdam will probably result in customs searching my bag, so I don’t really want to have prescription medication with me that I have no doctor’s statement for. Ha. So at least I got that out of the way!

Only 42 more days until I fly to TX… Can’t wait to finally see my boyfriend again!

It’s the european in me

Since I’ll be flying to Texas in little over a month, I’ve started piecing together a collection of summer clothing. Living in Holland, you don’t really need summer clothes. Apart from the fluke heat waves we get from time to time, you can pretty much just wear a pair of jeans and a top during summer. And sometimes you need a coat. Pretty much the only thing that changes during summer is that I chuck my sweaters in a corner, and that’s that.

But July and August in Texas? I think I’ll die of a heatstroke if I wear my usual clothes. 94.6 average? Last time I experienced that sort of weather was during my Egypt trip, and I only survived because I was in the Red Sea for hours on end (and the pool, after I saw a hammer head shark while snorkeling and after doing some research discovered there were 11 more deathly kinds lurking around).

But yes, to get back on topic: I need summer clothes. And who better to help me than my American friends? But strangely, this is the conversation we seem to keep having…

Me: “Can I pull this off in Texas?”
Any given American friend: “You mean when you go out?”
Me: “No I mean during the day.”
Any given American friend: “You’d be seriously overdressed.”
Me: “Oh… How about this?”

And than we repeat the conversation all over again.

I remember Sue saying she felt like a slob when she first got here, rocking out her sweatpants and sneakers during classes while I (and the rest of the European students) were clad in skinny jeans, skirts, ankle boots, blouses and cute tops. I do my hair before class, and more often than not I put some make-up on my face (not like I’m going clubbing, but still… there’s make-up involved in my morning ritual).

Me: “So I can’t do that in Texas?”
Seb: “Sure you can…”
Me: “Great!”
Seb: “…If you want to look like you’re doing a walk of shame.”
Me: “… Balls.”

I don’t want to be seen as a stuck-up, snooty European. I don’t want to look like I’m trying to hard. And I sure as hell don’t want to look like I’m doing a walk of shame every single morning strutting around for the nearest Starbucks (1.97mi).

So I guess what I’m trying to say is… HALP?!

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