First Blog!

THREE MORE SLEEPS TILL I GET OUT OF HOLLAND!!

Right, so here I am. This is my first “Blog”.. I really have no idea what blog means but everyone else has one. I’ve always wanted an online journal, ever since Doogie Howser! He made it look so easy though.. and of course, people all over the world weren’t reading his.. it was just a computer journal, not online. ANYWAY, I always wanted one.

One thing I’ve wondered though, I mean how real am I going to get in this blog of mine? I’m absolutely positive my parents will read it. Even though I’m a grown woman I still have that need to conceal the darker sides of me from them. I certainly don’t want to talk about my sex life where they can read it. Feh. So what do I do? Talk about the normal stuff I would discuss at a family gathering, or just really be myself? Damn.. I’m torn. I’d totally rather be myself but do I want to totally kill whatever shred of an idea they may have left that I’m a little angel. Ok so that’s a lie, I know for a fact neither of my parents are that delusional.. but still!

Ok well I’ll just have to take it as it comes. Perhaps I’ll tell my parents “Read at your own risk”, but if anyone tells me that I’m even more likely to read it. I’m nosy like that.

So I’m sitting around at 4:30pm still in my robe. I’d like to say that’s a rare occurance but I’d be a massive liar if I did. Why do people bother getting all dressed if they aren’t going anywhere? All you do is make more laundry for yourself, but I mean hey, if laundry is your thing, go crazy! I’ll just wear my robe, thanks.

I am leaving for home on Wednesday, first time I’ve been home in almost four years. I figured I’d be more excited than I am.. or rather, I thought I’d be less nervous than I am. I’m excited but I also think a lot about what people are going to think when they see me. Will they smile to my face and think “wow, she’s gained SO much weight?!” Will they chat and act like normal while thinking “Look at those piercings, and those tattoos! What a tramp!”? Aah the joys of going back to your old home town, especially when it’s as small as mine. Don’t get me wrong, I love it and I miss it a lot but at times like this when I’m truly faced with going back I fall straight back into the small town mentality. In other words, I give a great big fuck about what other people think. Ugh! It will pass though, I’ve got it all planned out in my head. If anyone comments about the tats/piercings/freaky red hair etc, I’ll just say “Why, you haven’t changed a bit!” Which of course to them will sound like the greatest compliment, like they haven’t lost their youth and still look peachy. While in my head I’ll be thinking they really haven’t changed a bit, they’re still the same small minded hicks I left behind. Aaaah even the most silent revenge is sweet! Omg, listen to me, I’m not even home yet and already it’s like I never left! Well.. shit.

I honestly can’t wait to see my family though, I miss my parents like MAD. I hate living so far away from them but on the plus side, mom not stopping by means I don’t have to clean as often. I can’t wait to just sit by the water and breathe in the ocean air. I can, of course, sit by the water and breathe in the air here in Rotterdam.. but it isn’t advised. Blech.

Oh Oh! Know what else I’m looking forward to?
THIS:

(Only without the rabbit food on it)

Yes, that’s right.. it’s Wendy’s Big Bacon Classic! How long does the bliss from a Big Bacon Classic last, they ask? Well, obviously not 3.5 years because I feel no bliss at the moment and I WANT ONE!

I’m already dreading the plane seats as well. I mean skinny people complain about coach seats being uncomfortable and being squashed in with everyone around you. Well, they have noooo idea.. Those plane seats are SO NON Tammy-Ass friendly! Thank god Xander has a narrow little arse, my ass can invade his seat a little. Guess that’s kind of funny to read after listening to me talk about how badly I want a cheeseburger. Oh well..