The thoughts & opinions of Sassarella, the Queen of Sass as she cavorts in 's Gravenhage & beyond. Brought to you by CES's (Chief Executive Slaves) of Big Skanky Ho Inc.
My mom sent me a swiss ball, courtesy of Aleta and her mom, and now that I've got it blown up to it's full size, I'm enjoying it so much that I've decided that everyone needs one. How fun are these things? Sure sure, you can do all the exercises on them, but equally as amusing is just attempting to sit on one and then lift your legs from the ground. You'll be falling all over the place. Or you can just drape yourself over it when you feel like TV isn't enough for amusement purposes anymore. Or you can try and balance on top in the lotus position. Whatever you do, you will be amused. I'm thinking of getting one for my friend's kid, but I have a feeling there's all sorts of things that can go wrong safety-wise. Like maybe the falling on my ass that I find so amusing might not be so much fun for a 15-month-old on a hard floor. Kind of a shame because it really is fun.
I've taken to using it as my computer chair, which is really cool. Whenever I need a break, I just sort of fall off and land on the floor in a big heap. Everybody needs a swiss ball.
Yesterday, I went to a part of the Hague I'd never visited before. The painters were back at my place yesterday and I was forced to leave the house when I really had nothing to do. So, I called up a friend and tagged along while she went to the local equivalent of the home depot and bought patio furniture. We ended up in the part of town that seems to be reserved for people who need hardware, which was (I think coincidentally) right next to the Coffeeshop Happy Smile, which is Den Haag's only coffeeshop on a boat. It was located right next to Den Haag's only carpet store on a boat. Why? I don't know. I just know that they're both doing roaring business in their respective locations. Hell, who wouldn't need to smoke up after a hard day's carpet shopping?
I made the stupid mistake of telling the painters that they could just use their key to come in the door when they needed to, which seems to translate as, "come right in, boys, and feel free to store all your painting supplies on my balcony, so that you have to come in to my apartment every time you need something." The painters woke me up while in the process of entering my apartment, and have been knocking every time since. This has made me totally paranoid in my own place, which I really don't like. I don't know what the hold-up is as they were painting my balcony area and they seem to be done. But in the meantime, everytime I hear a noise in my house, I keep thinking that they're back. Surprisingly, this hasn't been helping me sleep. Last night, I woke up four different times, at noises that were minor at best. Sure, anxiety keeps you awake Aleta, but just wait until your landlord decides to paint.
So, I haven't written anything in a while since blogger stopped working... no instant gratification, no posts. But anyway. I've taken the world's slowest week this week, though I did go see Daredevil, and I did go to Kijkduin (j's are y's in Dutch. Let's keep this in mind, people, before we all have a mispronunciation heartattack) which is the other beach community next to the Hague... the first one being Scheveningen (Accent on the first syllable, ch pronounced as if you're hacking up a hairball. Now you try) which is where I lived when I first arrived.
But anyway, I've decided to make no effort whatsoever to catch up with posts, so we're all going to have to live with a great big gap in my life. For a quick rundown, Aleta and her mom came to visit and I showed them around scenic Den Haag and scenic Utrecht, and scenic Amsterdam, and scenic Delft. Then we sat around and smoked pot and Aleta's mom barfed. You can probably hear about this stuff at Aleta's website, and god knows how I hate to be repetitive, so check it out there.
The night before I was going to pick them up, I went out to see the Ring. The next morning, I'd barely slept, partially due to gale force winds and partially due to the fact that I had to be up early. I lay there for much of the night, jumping at every wierd noise, thinking 'before you die, you see the Ring. Before you die, you see the Ring" over and over. Then I got out of bed at 5am and hauled ass to the train station. Argh. Do I know how to have fun or what?
Anyway, that's it for update fun and games. I have to buy myself a dress for a wedding, so I'm on the hunt. If anyone knows of any fun dress-shopping websites, then e-mail me at cesarina@postmaster.co.uk.
