Not-So-Bitch?

Yesterday I got paired with the girl formerly known as “The Bitch” during our groups portion of the lesson. Over the past week our paths really haven’t crossed, either she wasn’t in class or I wasn’t. Yesterday she seemed absolutely trilled to see me, which shocked the socks of me fer sure.

She’s quite a bit more friendly than I initially thought she was, and I find it easier to speak Dutch to her than to most others in my class. When I speak she understands me, and she makes herself understood to me as well. That was a welcome change because usually in the group part or “samenwerken” portion of the lesson I get annoyed because I don’t really learn anything, rather spend the entire time explaining things to the others in my group.

Guess you really can’t always rely on first impressions! Although some of what I said is still true, she is a little rude.. she talks a lot and interrupts people, doesn’t really know when to talk or when not to. It appears to just be that she’s young and eager, rather than bitchy and mean. Which is much better!

Went petsitting this weekend, which was a dream. Gus and Ike are the funniest little dogs I’ve ever seen. I slept every night with them sandwiched against me and they are like little ovens. I spent most of my time trying to wiggle around to stick a foot out from under the blankets to cool off.

Xander came around every day I was there, we watched/ripped their dvd’s and relaxed. We also looked up the prices of hard disks for my gaming computer, which is now my torrent / dvd ripping computer. I can get a 200 gig (*Drool*) HD for like 90 euros. That leaves me enough from my petsitting cash to buy some new jeans. Sad thing is I am not even getting them because I want them, I’m down to like 2 pairs of winter pants and am now FORCED to go shopping for clothes. Meh! If I wasn’t in class I could get by with just wearing my jammies until summer. I have loads of summer clothes! haha

On the way home from Den Haag my belly started feeling really weird. “Volcano Belly” is what I call it. That dreadful feeling like you get when you gotta leg it to a toilet. I was at the train station and went “UH OH!”. It’s times like that I really miss having a car!! Anyhow, Xander and I were in a really giddy mood because we’d been laughing and taking pics with his Clie while we were on the train. I was walking faster than I’ve ever walked before, doing anything I could to get my mind off the fact that I felt like my arse was about to explode on the sidewalk.

This is what I came up with.. Imagine a short legged, chubby woman walking down the street at a million miles per hour singing:

(To the tune of “I Feel Good” by James Brown)

I feel SICK
Da na NA na NA na NA
Better get home QUICK
Da na NA na NA na NA
I feeeel SICK
Da na NA na NA na NA
Better get home QUICK
Da na NA na NA na NA
SO SICK
SO SICK
I GOT FLU!
DA DA DA DA DA!

Well I don’t actually have the flu, but man… what a nightmare that walk home was! It didn’t stop there though (Sadly for me and for you since you have to read this). When I got home I ran up the stairs to our apartment where Xander had the door open and waiting, dashed into the toilet and sat down. I was panting like a dog because I’d just practically ran home and up 3 flights of stairs. As I was taking my jacket off my elbow hit the thing on the wall with the air freshener. You’d think this would be a good thing in my situation at the time, but you’d be forgetting that the toilets here are the size of a closet. So, as I was panting I was breathing in massive amounts of air freshener, which made me spend the next hour or so almost coughing up a lung.

Aaaah, it’s great to be me.