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I've had another slow week. I did actually make it to IKEA on Tuesday and consequently, my apartment is full of red things. My bathroom, which up until now has been an antiseptic white, has the world's most startling shower curtain and a red bathmat. I am greatly cheered by these improvements. I also tacked up a whole lot of postcards on my walls, so now it actually looks like I live here, rather than drop by occasionally to water the plants.
Wednesday I had an utterly disastrous day at work (computer failure, computer failure, and yet more computer failure) followed by a staff meeting (my first one!) where I got ridiculously drunk on three glasses of wine. This was great because I was biking home and nothing is more fun than riding a bike in the dark while drunk. At least I remembered to put on the light, which is something... sorta. Thursday I went to work and then skipped Dutch class. Yesterday, I went to work, then headed out to Utrecht because... hey, I love Utrecht. I have a day off on Monday and guess what? I'm going to Utrecht to do some Christmas shopping. Yay Utrecht!
I also stopped off at a coffeeshop and got a complete stranger to roll me a joint. He put a lot of tobacco in it, which I was sort of against, but I wasn't about to argue with the guy rolling my joint. He made a really pretty joint, which I was subsequently unable to finish due to too much tobacco. On the other hand, I'm a total lightweight so I was pretty much stoned out of my tree by the time I got home around midnight. I love Utrecht.
Today, I've done nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that's okay, because I had nothing to do. I ate an apple beignet for breakfast which I bought from the oliebollen vendor and I've decided to go back to oliebollen. Nothing, not even delicious apple filling, should sully the perfect experience of shoving a fist-sized ball of sugary lard down my gullet.
Tomorrow, I'm going to see Mondo Generator at the Melkweg in Amsterdam. There you go, a full report.
In the meantime, here are some pictures of Roskilde, in Denmark.
The top one is a picture of the town of Roskilde from its harbour, near the Viking Ship museum. The second is a picture of one of the buildings near Roskilde's famous church, and the third is one of the ships being built at the Viking Ship museum.
I overslept by an hour this morning and made it to work ten minutes early. I've decided to set my alarm for 20 minutes before I have to get to work since this is apparently the only way I'm going to make it to work on time. I got my bike repaired today, no thanks to you guys. The bike guy spent much of the time scratching his head as to how my bike could possibly be broken in this bizarre manner.
I had no response to this. Like I said, I wish I'd broken it on purpose because it would make more sense. I'd feel better about it all around frankly. This whole episode depressed me so much that I went home and made soup.
I'm working a full week this week, which is kind of wierd. Tomorrow, I'm going to IKEA in Delft. This Friday, I'm going to a car show in Utrecht. Wednesday, I'm going to a staff meeting. Yes, in fact I am completely boring in every way possible.
I was watching tv this afternoon and due to lack of choice ended up watching Ally Mcbeal... the episode where Billy dies. One thing I have to say for Dutch tv is that they have a lot less in the way of commercial interruptions, which makes for pretty strange moments when watching American tv shows. For example, today, Ally walks into the office and announces that Billy is dead. The entire office freezes in shock. The screen goes black. I don't know about you, but this is really the kind of moment that you would expect a Tetley tea ad or something, you know, the one where they make the round tea bags and the little wierd Tetley tea men do the Tetley tea dance. And if I was watching tv in Canada, that's exactly what I'd get, whereas here they just plow right on to the next scene. Surprisingly, this actually diminishes the impact of these big dramatic scenes. It's like if you were watching Dawson's Creek and people kept having these really intense conversations and then running away from these really intense conversations and then going and sitting on a bench near the docks to, you know, think and stuff, and Paula Cole would be playing in the background and then someone would come by and they would have another really intense conversation and they would hug at the end and then go home for hot chocolate and then they would run into somebody else and have another really intense conversation and it would keep going like this and it would never ever end. Ever.
So, in conclusion, tv is good. Tv is your friend. And the commercials are good, because tv is no good without them. Watch commercials. Watch tv. We don't get Dawson's Creek here anymore... so watch tv for me. posted by Alleen at 9:47:37 PM
