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I'm feeling the aftereffects of a brussel sprout binge (no, I'm serious), while sitting in a freezing cold apartment with wet hair... and yet somehow, I'm in a good mood.
Maybe it's because I'm done work tomorrow. Maybe it's because I'm heading to Toronto in two days for a three-week visit. Maybe it's because I've finally snapped and gone completely, horribly mad.
So, to update, the Richard Ashcroft thing didn't work out, which turned out to be okay because I ended up being stuck at work so late that I wouldn't have made it to the show anyway. Monday, I ended up taking another trip to Utrecht for some vague Christmas shopping plans and came home with huge lion paw slipper boots, which are not only completely freakish, but also incredibly warm, a definite bonus in this freezing cold apartment, especially since they complement my stylish hoodie and shorts so nicely.
Again, Christmas shopping turned out to be a complete bust. But I had a tasty dinner and these slippers to make up for it. And there's a small chance that I'll be able to spend a good two hours Christmas shopping tomorrow, if I don't suddenly end up staying late at work. For some reason, I can't seem to get my hopes up.
But anyway, for those who know and love me and want to get in touch while I'm home, you can officially reach me at my parents' home as Saturday, December 14th. For those of you who actually know my last name, they and my brother are the only ones listed in the book. My father's first name starts with an A and I believe he's both As in the phone book. If this is too hard, just e-mail me and I'll send you the number.
I have spent the weekend on some sort of laziness bender. In between sporadic house-cleaning and the watching of television and some vague attempts at starting to pack, I did sweet fuck all for two straight days.
Pretty sweet. It's kind of funny because I thought I would be pretty busy the whole time, but it just didn't work out that way. Saturday I had some vague intention of going to a vintage car show (for the album cover and also because I've become sort of obsessed with vintage cars), which fell through completely as it turned out that the car show was in a part of the Netherlands where Dutch isn't even spoken.
Actually I'm not sure whether they speak Dutch there or not but it would have taken three hours and I would have had to change trains at least three times. So, nee hoor to that. No vintage car on the planet is worth that much work.
Sunday, I thought I was going to Koln for a Christmas show, but ended up being shot down on that count as well, as Koln turned out to be too far for my travelling companions. Sigh.
So I did nothing. Well, I did do laundry and clean up a bit and get started on my Dutch homework and do some sketches for more paintings, but that's entirely it. The rest of my time was spent watching tv. I watched a documentary about Christina Aguilera and a documentary about Robbie Williams and discovered that both of them are complete lunatics. Robbie Williams actually broke down crying at one point because a crazed fan had tried to push him offstage and then in the same breath bragged about shagging yet another crazed fan, though presumably a sexier, more female crazed fan that the first one. Christina Aguilera, on the other hand, is a boring, more self-involved brand of lunatic, where she basically talks about what she's trying to say with her work and her spirituality and prayers, and her lack of virginity. Yawn.
It's good to keep on top of these things. I mean, if I don't keep up with the personal lives of celebrities in which I have no interest, then who will?
Work today, then hopefully I'm off to Amsterdam to buy tickets for the Richard Ashcroft show. We'll see.
