I dropped a hundred bucks on underwear . I did not see this coming… I really was just looking for a decent pair of pajamas. At home I usually sleep in an old top and underwear, but I thought that might not be very appropriate sleepwear in a hospital . Couldn’t find a good pair, though, so I “settled” for underwear. It was all so pretty… I had to give it a good home!
And this is part 4 of my week of win. Before the huge underwear extravaganza, I won a raffle on Bliss, some bucks in the ‘real life’ lottery and best of all… Jay is touching down on Dutch soil barely a week from now, and will be staying about two months! Considering Plan A was for him to visit for just a week in January, Plan B is so, so much better. I can’t even find the words to express how extremely psyched I am
Holy crap, how did I get this lucky?
After months of saving up for it and a big donation from my mother, I finally bought my ticket last Tuesday. America, here I come!! I’ll be touching down in the beginning of July, then fly back the beginning of September.
That is – if I can get my ESTA (Electronic System for Travel Authorization) application in order. There are some nifty questions on there. I can understand – and even more, respect – why they ask them, but they made me giggle nevertheless. Some of my personal favourites:
“Are you seeking entry to engage in criminal or immoral activities?”
“Have you ever been or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage; or in terrorist activities; or genocide; or between 1933 and 1945 were you involved, in any way, in persecutions associated with Nazi Germany or its allies?”
“Do you have Chancroid, Gonorrhea, Granuloma inguinale, Leprosy,
Syphilis, and/or Tuberculosis.”
Luckily for me the answers are no, no, I’m Jewish, HELL no (in that order), so that’s not the problem. The problem is that you have to pay 14 U.S. Dollars for it, and the only way you can pay for it is by credit card.
I don’t own a credit card. Nor do I want to own one. I’m going to ask our student travel agency here if they have some sort of arrangement for it. Otherwise, I need to borrow one from a friend and pay them back with cash . I refuse to get a credit card just so I can pay 14 dollars. Luckily, I have friends with credit cards who understand this. Ha.
But yea, when that’s out of the way… San Antonio, here I come!
“If there is one art form that makes me cake to the banks of boredom like a yawning hippo, it’s poetry.”
I’m so grateful for friends who randomly blurt out brilliant things like this. The irony is that it’s kind of poetic, non?
… Not in a mentally challenged kind of way, just to clarify. No, I was returning comments and visitedAdrian’s blog. I was so flattered by what he wrote and tried to return his comment, but somehow I couldn’t get it to work… Boo. So, Adrian, if you’re reading this, thanks! And I’ll put you in my dailies since I love your blog!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go play Pokemon Black and make tapas for a buttload of people.
So instead of enjoying myself at the Halloween party thrown by a few of the foreign students, I ended up watching a baseball game with J. last night. I did stop by the party with S., but since the theme of the party seemed to be ‘how much drugs can we do in one night’ we left after 15 minutes. It was only 7.30 or something when we got there, and there were already people passed out on the floor… Geez. I’m not ignorant, I know some students come to the Netherlands because certain ‘stuff’ (pun intended) is legal here, but LSD and cocaine? Yea, not legal here, either. Since neither S. nor me felt like watching people getting high, we made a beeline for the door. We went for a drink, but since S. was dressed like a mummy and Holland doesn’t do Halloween, it felt a bit awkward… so we both just went home. I bought a top-rated portable heater for my room and I just wanted to cosy up and relax beside it..
That said, I ended up having a blast watching San Francisco play Texas . ESPN has made me realize I was born in the wrong country, sports-wise. I will probably get arrested for calling it this, but soccer? Eh, *shrugs*. Tennis? No thank you. Ice hockey, Football & Baseball? Yes please! Some rules I don’t understand because I didn’t grow up with it (like when I asked J. last night why the pitcher threw the ball in the wrong direction… ), but overall I can keep up and I love them. I’m also a big fan of the crowd footage… At least seeing poop-stick (aka George Bush) swaying from side to side mumbling the words to God Bless America with a stoned look on his face had me laughing (I’m European, I’m allowed).
So yea, my plans fell through but I ended up having a great time, anyway! And tonight is ‘date night’. It’s almost like J.’s here, and not 5174.21 miles away (yes, I googled that) . I hope you all have a great Halloween!