Henry The Horse Dances The Waltz

When you turn off your alarm clock and fall asleep again right away

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 10:21:43 GMT

In order not to feel guilty about not going to class today I'm going to arrange all my notes and other papers while listening to Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall. At least I'll finally know the amount of what I'll be studying in - eek - a little over a month? Or not even that? Ah, Self-discipline, I wish I knew you.

The thrill of the thought that might give thought to my plea casts a spell over me!
Yes, I am rhythmically moving along to this.

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 20:38:38 GMT

Sleep. I'm going to sleep. I'm going to read and then I'm going to sleep.
Amazing.

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 20:07:18 GMT

I'm going to copy this pm to here because I want to keep the memory.
Ha.

"Spanish evening was
haha
FUN
and not how I expected it to be. To say the least.

It aaaall started behind the bar.
It didn't actually, but the rest is boring. Although... we did play hide and seek in the dark corridors of the school. Now that is fun.
But then we had to work. I had to wash glasses and my friends Stefanie and Sylvia were erm.. 'bartenders', which meant free wine. Getting drunk at your school when loads of teachers are there is not a good idea though. I wasn't drunk, thank peanut, because I realised how stupid those two were to go sit with a bunch of teachers and start talking. Talking about a site we made like 4 years ago with silly poems and pictures and made up stories about the teachers. !!!!!!! My mind just went "!!!!!!!". Stefanie started telling all the stories and our theories about the maths teachers being drug dealers... It got even better when my Latin teacher came to join us. Stefanie: "I'm not in your class but you always wear white shirts through which your nipples are visible." !!!!! That was... oh my god. Hahaha. And then Sylvia wouldn't believe that he was a teacher in our school so he told her he was plulmber. It went like this:
Sylvia: "You don't teach here do you"
Latin: "Eeerrr... no?"
Sylvia: "What do you do then?"
Latin: "Toilets"
Sylvia: "Oooooooooooohh you're a PLUMBER" (she used the English word plumber, god knows why)
Latin: *laughs laughs laughs*

And we ended up
going to a pub
with my Latin teacher, his friend who taught at our school for a year too, his other friend who is a pilot/copilot/airplane technician, our Spanish teacher, some other teacher we don't have.

How strange is that.
We only stayed for about 10 minutes though because Sylvia had to go home and I didn't want to stay behind alone with all those adults In a way I think I should have stayed longer. But ah meh.
It was funny because we were in Latin man's car on our way to the pub and Sylvia's mum called her to say her dad would come pick her up in half an hour or something. And she tried to get permission to stay longer: "But we're in the kitchen now, we still have to clean everything up, I'm not going to have finished then *sound of car in the background* but but but then they'll have to do it alone! Let dad sleep a little longer..." Ha. But her mother wouldn't have any of it. Sylvia hung up and she said (we were in a car with three men nearing 30 and her and me) "Ugh. Do you have parents?!"

When we were walking back: "Haydé, you're lucky you don't have parents."
There was music in that pub.. I can't remember exactly what is was but it was hard rock/metalish. Nah not really metal. But just.. rather heavy. Not the sort of music I listen to really Not melodic enough aye. But my Latin teacher looked at me and said "That's the kind of music you listen to isn't it"
me: "Not.. really."
his friend that was my English teacher for a few months last year: "Nah, you're the kind of person that listens to baroque music"
Haha. He had a point though. If there's one period in classical music I like, it's baroque

Well well well
so far my erm.. Spanish? weird evening/night.
I really had fun. I needed it.
And next week there's this quiz at school. Should be fun too...

And Monday. Ahem. Monday is going to be so awkward.
I start with Latin on Monday Oh dear. Although I wasn't drunk so I don't have to be ashamed. Wheeee. But still.
And then Spanish. Hahahaha. Can't wait to see Stefanie and Sylvia walk into that class."

Holidays

Wed, 27 Dec 2006 20:52:05 GMT

Today I played Beetle Crazy Cup with my brother.

The good one won every time.

November 10th

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 21:32:57 GMT

Yes.
I'm late.
I always am.

But missnuski.
She wrote everything down quite truthfully.
I might write something too. Although all the memories are slowly slipping away.

All I can say is
aaaaaaaaaaaahhh
it was aaaaaaaaaaaaahh.

Buy Me A Life In A Boat Shop

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 18:15:48 GMT

Buy me a life in a boat shop is the sentence I had in my head when I woke up today. No idea where I got it. It probably means something deep about the way I really feel.
Must admit it sounds rather catchy. Could be a tv show. Buy Me A Life In A Boat Shop! YOU could be one of the geeks who win a sailing course, thus coming in contact with the outside world! Everything will be filmed! Shock!
A poem? Buy Me A Life In A Boat Shop.
An emo band? Buy Me A Life In A Boat Shop.
Or simply the slogan for, well, a boat shop. Buy Me A Life In A Boat Shop.

I wrote something for school today. I used 4 FOUR 4 exclamation marks. Which I am proud of. Naturally.

De eerste plakploegen haasten zich onder de middag al naar de mediatheek om op het raam een mozaïek van kleuren, foto’s en catchy slogans achter te laten. Onder opgewonden rumoer loopt de ruimte waar het politieke gebeuren moet plaatsvinden vol. De lijsttrekkers krijgen het startsein voor hun huis-aan-huisronde (in praktijk tafel-aan-tafel). De brochure van hun partij fier ronddragend overtuigen ze tafel na tafel van hun goede bedoelingen en bekwaamheid als bestuurslid. Herinnerd worden in het stemhokje is het doel, en daarbij kunnen een glimlach en een handdruk, of zelfs vervallen snoepjes altijd helpen.

Wanneer mevrouw Celis ons erop attent maakt dat het rode lampje brandt (een handvol leerlingen kijkt verward om zich heen) en dat het Grote Debat kan beginnen, wordt de stilte in de zaal hervat. Wat hebben de partijvoorzitters te vertellen? En doet dat er wel toe? Want grote bewondering heb ik voor juffrouw Vanfleteren, die de techniek van de holle retoriek als geen ander beheerst. Respect heb ik voor juffrouw Steppe, die zich met een glimlach uit een hachelijke situatie weet te werken. De kritische denkers uit het publiek wijzen partijvoorzitters op de absurditeiten die ze aantroffen in hun programma. Partijen worden verdedigd, al dan niet op vurige wijze. Zelfs applaus! Het is zoals op tv!

Het debat wordt afgerond, het werk zit erop. Op wie ga je stemmen? Onder streng toezicht van de leraars-observators wordt het, voor de meesten onder ons, allereerste rode bolletje gekleurd. Nu rest ons enkel nog te wachten op de uitslag.

Politiek is een onderwerp dat over het algemeen weinig jongeren interesseert, doch waar we onvermijdelijk mee in contact komen. De aangename sfeer en goede medewerking waren dan ook opvallend. Hoe gemakkelijk was het geweest zich de voeten te vegen aan het ontwerp van de brochure! Hoeveel denkwerk hadden we bespaard door gewoon programmapunten over te nemen! En toch leverde iedere fictieve partij een afgewerkt en doordacht product af. Gedreven door een latente competitiviteit gaf iedereen het beste van zichzelf. Want ook al heeft het feit verkozen te zijn of niet verder helemaal geen gevolgen, winnen is toch altijd leuk.
Wat ons ook hielp om van dit project te genieten was de manier waarop het benaderd werd. In plaats van het te zien als nóg een taak en nóg schoolwerk, konden we in deze verkiezingscampagne meer steken dan alleen onze tijd en energie. Alles werd geregeld tijdens de les: namen bedacht, partijprogramma’s opgesteld, ideologieën besproken,… Enkel werk waarvoor een computer nodig was, werd thuis gedaan. Ik ben wellicht niet de enige die weet dat ik me minder had ingezet als dit een huistaak was geweest, simpelweg omdat het dan nog maar eens een extra taak op ons lijstje zou zijn. Knap gezien dus, om eigen lestijd te wijden aan de voorbereiding van de verkiezingen, want we hebben er echt iets aan gehad.

NOW I need to find that other thing. Damn.

Haha I just heard Bloc Party are supporting Pah! Nick At Tha Disco... Oh dear.

ONE WEEK

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 20:08:16 GMT

Now.
Exactly.
One.
Week.
To.
Go.
Kaiser.
Chiefs.
Will.
Be.
On.
Stage.
I.
Will.
Be.
Feeling.
Everything.
At.
Once.
I.
Can't.
Believe.
This.
Is.
Actually.
Happening.
Best.
Day.
Ever.

This entry is dedicated to
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Pain Perdu

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 13:34:59 GMT

Pain Perdu.
Literally Lost Bread.
Around here people call it gewonnen brood, which ironically means won bread.

French toast for you English-speaking people.
I'm used to pain perdu made from baguette.
Wikipedia says: "A French toast sandwich made with ham, swiss cheese, and turkey is called a Monte Cristo sandwich."
"In the United Kingdom, it is often savoury. One variation has marmite spread on the bread before dipping."

Wow look at all the words in different languages:
- UK: Poor Knights of Windsor
- Netherlands: wentelteefjes, literally something like 'turned over bitches'
- Australia: fairy bread
And they're often knights
- Finland: köyhät ritarit ("poor knights") when eaten plain or with butter, rikkaat ritarit ("rich knights") when rolled in powdered sugar, sprinkled with it until fully covered or alternatively covered with whipped cream to provide the white base, and an eye of red coloured jam added in the center.

The Finnish one has to be my favourite. Wooooo Iina !

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 12:56:00 GMT

I had a dream about school. I don't like having dreams about school when there's no school. I vaguely remember a Latin lesson. There were glasses. Don't know why. School was finished. Went to sit in this park-ish bit (that doesn't really exist, but apparently my mind wanted it there). The headmistress was there with us. Now that is truly weird. Makes me shudder. She asked my brother what he was listening to on his mp3. He answered Skint I think. Some friends of mine recognised the name. I didn't and assumed it was crap music. Well it would be with such a band name! I remember at first thinking he'd said Skin. Don't know what would have been worse.

I want a dream I can remember next time. And an exciting dream.

We Are Scientists are some truly funny chaps.

I am going to spend today constantly asking myself what I will be doing in exactly a week's time.
For instance:
In exactly a week I will in Dutch lesson, 3 and a half hours away from meeting those lovely people for the first time, 6 hours away from the wheeee madness.

It's after midnight!

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 23:21:06 GMT

Which means it's Friday!
Which means there's only a week to go!
ONE WEEK!

Aahhh it takes so little to get me excited these days..

In a week and erm
20 hours
.........................

Oooooooooooooooohh and and and and
Guess who's going to the gig with me?
My own lovely little Taylor Bear!
I haven't met him yet but he made me a drawing today:

Isn't he the cutest thing.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Today I bought a book

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 23:01:42 GMT

Or my parents bought it for me. It's called Bad Language and I'm going to love it.

We went to visit the Maison Horta in Brussels. I want to live there later. Ahem. Well I'm allowed to dream aren't I?

Then we decided to have a quick look around (which turned out to be loooong) in that huge De Sleghte bookshop. We have one in our town too but it's nothing compared to that one. It was dark outside when we finally managed to drag ourselves out of that place. Apparently, when you let two or more members of our family loose in a bookshop (or music shop, for that matter) you're not likely to see them back anytime soon ;).
Mmmmmm the English literature and English linguistics section. I'm turning into more and more of an anglophile. And proud of it! I could have bought several books, but as it wasn't me buying... And choisir, c'est renoncer. So I chose this lovely book called Bad Language. "Slang, swearing, 'sort of' phrases, poor grammar and outlandish accents - the terrible scourge of 'bad language' is to be found all around..." Basically, it's about how things that are considered 'bad language' by people are often not bad at all but people tend to label certain words, accents, grammatical constructions,... as bad because they associate it with certain people. And that was an unnecessary long sentence.
Muaha I loved this bit: "Self-appointed guardians of the purity and virtue of the modern English language write to the Radio Times, the BBC and the national newspaper in a series of desperate last-ditch attempts to stem the tide of corruption which they fear will quite soon engulf the nation in a wave of linguistic awfulness" Phew. I wish I could write things like that :p
Good bad right wrong. The subject may sound a tad tedious (not to me though) but it's a damn entertaining book. And it's about English .

Beatles night on Arte. I'd planned to watch A Hard Day's Night but decided against it when I discovered it was dubbed in French. Eww. That is somewhere at the top of my list of Pet Hates. Dubbing. Eww.
But I did watch the show with Paul McCartney in Abbey Road. It was on BBC a while ago. Sir McCartney plays songs he likes to play on all kinds of instruments and chats and jokes his way through it. Very pleasant to watch. And I want aaalll those things. Those guitars, mellotron, four-track things,... gah.
He reminded me of just how much I love Blackbird. That must be one of the best songs ever written. Makes you envious, doesn't it. I remember when I tried to figure out that song on guitar. I only got the main melody line on the B string but it made me dead proud. Then I realised you have to play the bassline too. I still can't do it I think. It's more out of laziness though... ;)
And something else I realised... there are two variants of English I'd like to master one day:
1. the Yorkshire accent
2. posh tea-drinking old lady English, with words such as peradventure
The list may get longer in time.

Eight

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 23:39:53 GMT

Hmm.
It's November 2nd now.
Which means I'm allowed to bounce around all hyper again and point out that there are only 8 days to go.
At least, that's what I'd do if I wasn't as tired as I am.

I should use my time well and study aaall the lyrics. Because I still can't sing along to the entire Pigeon Detectives back catalogue... And there are still holes in the new Kaiser songs. Hah. It's all part of OCKCD.
Must.
Know.
All.
Lyrics.

My soul starts spinning again...
I must start listening to more Franz again. I'm afraid I've been neglecting the poor boys over the past few weeks. L l l l love them.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

A dream I had the other day

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 21:57:14 GMT

In Dutch because it doesn't matter.

We hadden aardrijkskundeles met Varie maar Nelson had blijkbaar kost wat kost een schaar nodig. Sylvia had geen schaar. Denk ik. Dus we gingen er een zoeken. We hadden trouwens les in een huis. In een straat. Een straat die bergop ging. Maar we gingen niet naar de les. We gingen op zoek naar een schaar. Dus we volgden de weg naar beneden. Ik begon me zorgen te maken, want spijbelen zou niet in goede aarde vallen bij Varie. Uiteraard. Huppel huppel naar de winkel om the hoek. Denk ik. Hmm. Was er een winkel? Er gebeurden nog dingen die ik me niet kan herinneren. En dan kwam Varie samen met de hele klas kijken waar we bleven. We verstopten ons achter de hoek. En wachtten af. En dan kwam Varie om de hoek. Aaahh! Ik denk dat ze niet blij was. Kan me niet veel herinneren van dit. Behalve dat ze wellicht meer boos was op mij dan op Nelson... :rolleyes:

Aargh ik had dit eerder moeten opschrijven. Had me meer herinnerd. Ah well.

Yello

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 21:25:16 GMT

Aaaah this is something new!
't Is iet nief!
I think I'm going to use all kinds of languages. To make it a bit more interesting.
Introductions suck. And when you read them back waaay later you feel ashamed.
That's what usually happens to me anyway.
I should learn to just jump right into these things. But as I don't have anything to say tonight...

Ok let's write about that.
The 80s did suck.
Even if there was The Cure and erm of course Dire Straits ;)

Van de hak op de tak...

Kaiser letter:
"[We] will be getting far more involved in our MySpace site ourselves with exclusive 'making of the album' films and video diaries from the Road."
Now that's what I like to hear. After waiting waiting waiting for several months. Listening to Employment over and over again. Bright times ahead. November. It's November today.
November 10th is going to be one of the best days of my life. I can honestly say that. Even if things go wrong, it will still be right up there.

Erm other news? Nope.
Except
- My guitar is finally fixed
- We went to the cemetery today - the E from "Pastoor te Erpe" is still missing on nonkel Maurits' gravestone :)
- I'm starting to like Milburn oooohh a lot
- I need to watch Enjoyment again
- Damn I was going to watch Girl with the Pearl Earring
- Which way is this going? Stop.
- 9 NINE 9 NINE days to go
- Why was Duchka suddenly home? Grrr
- I accidentally left the radiator on last night with a book from the library on it. Something happened to the glue that was holding the pages together. Was holding. Oh dear.
- That's it
- For now

Let's hope I stick to this.