Angry mob?

So thursday I was cranky as hell. I guess that showed in my post.
Sorry 'bout that. =/
I'm gonna tell you why I was cranky.

I always see my girlfriend on thursdays, after school. So there we were, like every thursday. We were talking and kinda making out all the time. (Haha.)
At school we have this huge sportsfield. Like huge. And there were kids from an other school in the back of the field (Because we share the field. It's huge.) and we thought: Hell, they can't even see if I'm a boy or a girl from thát distance. (Because the field is huge.)
(I think you get the point by now.)
So we were kissing, and all of the sudden we get yelled at by those little kids. At first it was funny. They were like: 'Hey, I'd like to join!' or 'Hey, I'd like some of that!'
But then it got nasty. They were mean. Like, really mean. I can't explain how mean.
And my gf tried to calm me down by saying things like 'Don't worry babe, pretend it's just you and me' which was really cute but didn't calm me down.
I broke down and cried like a baby.
I'm such a coward.

Love,
Miranda.

"Sjoerd"

If you aren't Dutch or live in Belgium, you will pronounce that name weird.
It's Sjoerd. Like shoort.

Sjoerd is in my German class. I hate him. Well, hate is a big word, but he really is mean. Today he putted stripes with his pen on my arm. Sucked.

Nothing else to say.

8 months and something.

Yay, I've been with my gf for 8 months and a few days now =) I guess this is getting more and more serious, which I'm ofcourse a bit afraid of.
Anyhow, things will work out just fine for me, I hope. Even if I don't stick with this girl I'm seeing.
I'm 15. Anything can happen, right?

About being 15.. I'm 15! (Awkward silence)
Yes, I turned 15 on may 4. It's a crappy day to call 'birthday', but after 15 years you'll get used to it.

Well, there's not much going on in my life so far.
I'm trying to lose some weight? That's it. But that's actually not news.. I'm always trying to lose weight. *Sob*


Love,
Miranda.

Jizz in my pants?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eloltubers%2Ecom%2F%3Fpaged%3D7&feature=player_embedded

Gah. Lol? I dunno. Judge for yourself!


I actually found 'all' (as in all two) my friends on twitter today.
Twitter whores. Pff x.x As by that I guess you can tell I don't like twitter. It's really random. I don't need to know if you just found a parking space. Or that you're taking a bath (unless..) .
Well, I guess I'm weird. When I read other people, people I don't know, twits I actually find them amusing.

Hmm.


Love,
Miranda.

Call me John.

Yeah, there's a story behind that title right there.

You know the 'Hey-I-just-made-a-friend' blog? (If you don't, you should scroll down/look it up xD) Well. I said that I trusted her with my every secret within an hour -what does that say about me? Go figure- in that blog.
Not every secret.

I told her I was seeing someone, because she told me she was seeing someone. We were both very excited and then we asked eachother who it was, etc.
I told her it was a girl. She didn't ran away from me, that's a plus, I thought. She answered: I'm in a relationship with a girl too.
That very moment I wish I could cuddle her to death or make her very small so that she would fit into my pocket, I was thát happy.

Yeah, just wanted to share that one with you -echo-
Anybody..?

Love,
Miranda.

Popular.

No, not the supercool song from the Veronicas.
I mean girls. Popular girls.
Here, let me show you what I wanted to share.

Demonlicious-IsCuwl (372)
zondag, 22:01
Michjeeee..<3333!!! Ja lui is sexy..!!!! Ja Wie gaat er dan oowk 100 tassen mee nemen voor 1 weekend..XD???!!! Jaa idd moetuh snel afspreken.. Wrn kan je..!!! Kusloveyou<333


Translation by me:

Sunday, 22:01
Michelle! -heart- Yes, lazy is sexy! Yeah.. Who's that dumb to pack a hundred bags for only one weekend.. XD ? Yes, indeed, we should meet up soon. When is a good time for you? KissLoveYou.


I have no idea who's message that was on Hyves (Dutch communitysite.. Like Twitter.) but I read it. Because I can. And because I'm a douchebag.
My point is, these are popular girls. The aww-you-have-such-a-nice-skirt-on-and-your-hair-looks-effin-great-now-let's-hit-on-that-cute-boy-over-there-and-see-if-he-likes-us!- girls.
Don't you just hate those people? (Or not. Maybe only the not-popular ones dislike 'em. Like me. Blehw..)


I had a shot today! No, not heroine, you big goof.
It was a vaccin for uterus-cancer.
In my upper left arm.
I felt like I died.
I still do.
Ow.


Love,
Miranda.

Don't you just wanna... Hnngg!!

Fighting with the girlfriend. Again. Maybe it's just a sign we miss eachother. Strange way to communicate, though.
So.. Yeah. Sometimes you just wanna strangle her or something. Well, not really. Not in a I-am-going-to-seriously-kill-you-with-a-knife-or-even-better-a-shotgun-thk, thk (shotgun loading sound)- way.
I just watched a horror movie, so don't mind me.

Poor cat!

Can you believe this? Poor cat. His eyes are almost popping out, haha xD

That's all I wanted to share ^^

Love,

Miranda.

Dear Diary..

I want to write a song. I do. I have all the stuff, the guitar, the pen and maybe even the voice. I just don't know where to start. I googled 'how to write a song' and some site told me to start with finding a title. A phrase. Something that catches you and draws you in.
It told me to start with just writing myself. About random things. And later I have to read it and scan it if I actually wrote a good phrase. So here I am. Trying to find my phrase.

For the ones that don't know yet, I've been to London. That's right. I've been back for two hours now.
I will write some sort of diary here, not only for the ones who might read this but also for me, because it actually was a school assignment to write a diary.
Here we go.


Day one.

Here I am. Trying to fit that last book into my suitcase and praying it will close. Mentally preparing for a ten-hour busride to London. I wasn't looking forward to it at all. The boys in my class don't like me. I don't like them. We don't get along. They throw things at me. I yell.
When we arrived at school I said goodbye to my parents and threw (gently layed it on his side) my suitcase in the bus. Unfortunately, the boys of my class were already in the bus. It was like I already knew shit was going to happen. Finally, when I sat down and found my place with my friend it was al quiet around me for a while. (Happiest ten minutes of my life.) Then, all the sudden, some of the boys started throwing candy at me. Not dry candy. Chewed-on candy.
Ofcourse, I, the idiot I am, don't do a thing. Although I was totally grossed out and wanted to punch them. I told a teacher. My shirt was ruined with stains. I didn't even TRY to get them out.
The rest of the busride was okay with me. The first day we only drove. A lot.
We meeted our host family. They were really nice people! Just a little weird sometimes, but funny-weird. We went to the home of the host-family. We had their food (Peas, pork, potatoes. The three P's?) and drinks, I must say, I was the only one who actually liked it. But I'll eat anything anywhere anyhow, so that doesn't count.
After dinner we went straight to bed. We had a room with two 'normal' one-person beds and a couch that you could stretch out to some sort of bed. The room was very small, I was so glad I didn't had to sleep in the couch-thing with somebody else (I would've stolen all of the blankets while I was asleep.) because that would suck.
The four of us talked all night. Well, not me, I'm the kind of girl that sleeps really fast, so I only talked 'till eleven o'clock or something like that.
Dozed off to a ton of dreams in my crappy bed.


Day two.

The school made a schedule for us with events I don't even like. On day two we had to visit the Tower of London and the Imperial war Museum (and a musical, that was the only fun thing.) which was pretty boring. We had to do all of these school assignments that went with the events so you couldn't even focus on one thing. Our busdriver dropped us off in such a crappy place that we had to walk over the Londen Bridge to the other side to the Tower of Londen all alone and in a huge amount of heat (17 degrees Celsius).
When we got there, it wasn't that impressing at all. Just some really expensive jewelry. So what?

Ahhh, the Imperial War Museum. Well, what can I say about that? It was boring. Almost every museum is. I lost my group of friends (Deja vu, just like in Disney world.) when I was watching what was on the helmet of one of the soldiers, I looked back and they were gone. When I found them back they were all mad at me for 'walking off' (I didn't! They did!) so I made up some lame excuse. After that we had the musical 'We Will Rock You' which was just great. Really good actors.

We went home. They were still mad at me. I doze off in yet another dream for the night.


Day three.

I was looking forward to this day, really, I was.
On the schedule: The London Dungeon and shopping at Oxford Street.
The London Dungeon was fun! (I was so scared, I swear to God, if that trip was any longer I probably pooped my pants.) That's all. Really good actors in there, too!
Oxford Street was crap. It was huge. And so much shops! When I first looked at it I was like: Alright, I have three hours. I will take my time, walk slowly, etc. (Yes. I truly walk slowly. I'm a very lazy person. Or some people call me smooth.)
But our teacher told us to whatever you do, don't walk alone or you WILL get lost. So I went off with my group of friends.
They were enthousiastic.
A bit.. too.. enthousiastic..
They.. practicly.. ran..
Shop-in, shop-out, it was crazy! 'I can't keep up with this for three damn hours!' I thought. And I was right. After an hour I had to throw up. It wasn't for the walking, I'm sure, I just wasn't feeling well all day.
(Great friends I have, I tell them I'm really not feeling well, and you know what they say? 'Oh, come on you big whimp, one more store!' Well who's the whimp now, huh.)
Than we went 'home'. I packed my bags and prepared once again for a ten-hour busride.


Day four.

We had great seats in the bus this time. Wasn't bothered by any of the boys.
Just a long busride, I'm glad to be home.
If you don't mind, I'll go take a shower now.


Goodbye for now.

Love,
Miranda.

London 2009.

Once again: Are you excited?! I am!
I packed my bag today. Well, actually, yesterday, but that doesn't matter now, does it? You have no idea what a load of crap there's in my bag right now.

- Clothes.
- Toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo etc.
- Fun pink thing to brush hair with (I forgot the word.)
- Pajamas.
- Teddybear.
- Books.
- Nailclipper.
- A cool necklace.
- My second-favorite ring.
- Something to write on+Pencil.
- Sketchbook.
- Hairwax.
- Another stuffed animal.
- Deodorant. (4x)
- Yet.. another.. stuffed animal..
- A book about cooking skills. (I know, right?!)

'Nd probably a lot more, haha ^^


I think I made a new friend today. (That just sounded like I don't have friends. I do! I swear! One.. or two..) I won't say her name because she might read this, hehheh.
I knew she was in my French-class, I just didn't really.. knów her, you know? A teacher went home sick so we had a replacement. The guy (replacement) said: Go entertain yourself. Just keep the volume down.
So we did.
Somehow we ended up sitting next to eachother? I don't know how, though.
We started talking. No, not really, it was a conversation on paper. (Not a letter. Just.. talking, I guess.) In the end she knew my secrets and I knew hers. I know, right? Weird. It just felt right.
We exchanged email-adresses. We talked, mailed, etc. And today she asked me to do something for her in London. I said yes.
New friend? Yes. Guess so. Loving it.
Like a kid in a candystory. (Not in the 50-cent candy-shop way.)

What do you think of my new lay-out? Way better than the green one, right? I think so.


Anyway, I'll be check-rechecking my bag again.
Bye!

Love,
Miranda.

John Doe

I ran into someone today. No, actually, that person ran into me. He started talking to me, we had a whole, nice conversation about the weather and myspace and subjects you think would trigger something in my mind that says: Hey, this is ... ! I know him/her because I met them at ... !
Yeah, that wasn't the case. We had this conversation and the whole time my mind was spinning with just one single question: WHO IS THIS PERSON?!
After AT LEAST 10 minutes he was like: Okay, sorry, nice talking to you but I kind of have a meeting in 5 minutes so.. Bye? You should check out my youtube account (because I'm into Youtube. A lot. I swear to God, I am the only one that knows who Communitychannel is. Or spricket24. And so on, and so on..) because we should meet up again sometime, ya feel me? (He actually said that. 'Ya feel me.' You can laugh, I did it too.)
I was like: Yes! Yes! Ehm! How do you spell your name again? John, he said. I felt really stupid after that. He must've thought: If she can't spell John how in hell is she ever going to get to the Youtube page in the first place? (I would've thought thesame.)

Turns out he doesn't have a Youtube account.
I still don't know who he is, and where I know him from.
Ironic.



Anyway, I'm going to London in.. 2 days! Are you excited? I am!
It's organised by my school, we're going to spend 4 days at host-family's picked out by.. some organisation.. ><
Not looking forward to the ten-hour busride with about 70 wild, hormonic teenagers screaming and shouting and throwing chips at me (It happened when we had the trip to Disneyland Paris also. Yes, I have been there. It sucked. I will never go there again. I lost my group of friends there so the whole day I wandered around that park searching for them. I asked some guy there and he answered me in French. I was like: Sure! I can speak French! .. A little. Oh.. I.. Don't get it.. Bye.. ) so yes, the busride will be super-fantastic as always! *Raises eyebrows*

Ps: Sorry about the green lay-out.
It looked good when I made it at paint shop pro.
Now it doesn't. I promise you, I WILL make it look nice xD

Love,
Miranda.

Up, down, high, low.

... Watch me flying as I go.
Yes, I'm cheesy. I listen to songs with lyrics like this. Don't judge me!
Knowing, doubtless, you will be forever mine. Up in the air, there's no need to hurry. Wind through my hair, no time to worry.
Yes, cheesy me, yes! Finally, the truth about me is revealed! Just tell me if I'm overreacting. Don't hesitate, I won't slap you!
... What did you just say? Slap!
No. Just messing around =)



This smalltyping is fun! Okay, I'll stop now.

I actually blogged because I wanted to. It wasn't a omg-I-have-some-great-shit-to-tell thing. Just an gosh-I'm-bored-and-grey's-anatomy-starts-in-a-week-so-I-have-nothing-to-do-and-my-dad-is-snoring-like-hell thing. Yeah, I know. We need Grey's Anatomy!

I am so thankfull that the one who invented this keyboard also added a backspace. If it weren't for that small button my lines could never me read-able. Readable. Is that even a word?
For example, I will write without using backspace right now. Just about how my day has been, kay? Nothing interesting. Unless you find ME interesting. I know, impossible.

So I woke up this morning. It was about ten in the morning. I woke up in a non-pleasant way. I accidentally left my curtains open the day before to the sun was shininh in my face. I cursed. A lot. I wried to go back so sleep but I vouldfn't because .. well, I don't know why. I just couldn't sleep anymore. So I got up, brushed my hair, cleened my teeth, played guitar a little although I STILL suck, looked around my room to find any bugs crawling and to my pleasant suprise my room was not clean but not that dirty that there were actual bugs in it. And then I got coffee. I lovemy coffee. Love it. No serioussly, I love my coffee. I t wakes me up in the morning when a shower can't. (Wow. That just totally ounded like a commercial. Late machiatto, picks up where the shower stops! In stores now for only 8 million dollars!)
And then I went to town. To buy me some coffee. Yeah. Cheeasy me in action!


Fyi: I highlighted the bad grammar without backspace.
Fyi2: I don't know the fucking difference between then and than so I highlighted that as well. Just in case. I rock, I know.
Fyi3: I also don't know how to write late machiatto. I highlighted that as well.

Goddamn.. !

That stupid machine won't make coffee anymore.
I love coffee, I live on coffee. I have no coffee anymore. You can see the connection?
God. This sucks.


... I'll just have tea. -_-

Diswashers, room-cleaning and coffee.

I never quite got the fact that some people pick their nose in public.
And I've been eager to ask my parents if they would please, please, please be so gentle to install a dishwasher into our kitchen instead of letting me and my brother doing the dishes every.. fricking.. evening!
Yeah, that's right, we're probably the only family in the Netherlands that doesn't have a dishwasher. (Even if we did have one, I'd still have to put the dishes in and out of it, I'm sure. My parents are so lazy sometimes, haha.)

And I had to clean my room. Again. If it were my decision I'd never clean my room. Nah, that's a lie, maybe if it got really messy and the bugs were almost multiplying by 6.
I've found a good system for myself now, though. I just invite friends over. The day before they come over I totally panick and then I'd find myself cleaning every inch and every corner of my room JUST so my friends will think I'm clean, and nice, and cozy. (I'm everything but clean.)
The reason why I had to clean my room wasn't only because it was messy, but mainly because I spilled coffee in my room. You're probably thinking: Why did she had coffee in her room? Well, I'll tell you.
.. Because I was thirsty and I had to do my homework.
So I got coffee.
And I spilled it.
.. I'm so glad I don't have a carpet in my room anymore.

Love,
Miranda.

Scared of birds.

Wow, it's been quite a while.
Lots of things have happened when I was not blogging.
Lóts of things.

1. I had a huge fight with a friend of mine over the phone. Well, not really over the phone. I had a fight face to face. Then I tried to call her to make it up to her. When she didn't take the call I got angry and smashed my cellphone to the ground and stamping on it with my feet.
That didn't help at all.
2. I had a huge fight with another friend of mine (I know, I'm not the most happy, loving person in the world right now, but some people consider me as quite nice, you know?) over the phone. This one was really over te phone. It started off with us just talking on the phone, you know: Casual, random, omg-did-you-hear-about-that-guy-at-the-grocery-store talk? And all the sudden she was like: I'm having my period, what about you?
I was totally flabbergasted at first and I stuttered: Ehm.. I.. I.. Don't know..
She said: What do you mean you DON'T KNOW? You know what periods are, right? So I'm asking you: Right now, what should I use?
Yeah, I didn't answer that one and she got mad. I mean; Hey, I'm not the kind of girl that talks about periods and boys and make-up and all that super-girly stuff.
3. I got lost in the supermarket. No, seriously. Stop laughing. It's true.
We (me, parents.) dicided we needed some random stuff like food and, I don't know, drinks, whatever. So I was like: I'm going to get some coffee (Yeah, I know, right? Coffee! In the supermarket! Great! It's free and the machine counts how many cups of coffee already have been poored into the plastic cups that are way to small and break if you pinch them too hard! When I last looked it said: 4568. It's only been there for 2 months or so, people must love coffee in the supermarket. Ahh, well, it's free!) and my parents were like: We are going to get the stuff we need. You go get coffee.
I got coffee.
They went off.
I lost them.
Why are supermarkets so awfully huge?! Really, why?! We don't need 60 types of shampoo, they could just cut that section and put three or four types of shampoo next to the bread, I don't care. Anyway, I kinda panicked after ten minutes of searching and speed-walking through all the people who were standing next to the coffee machine waiting for it to poor some damn coffee.
I couldn't find them. 10 Minutes became half an hour. I bet they were looking for me too and if you looked at the supermarket from above (Like God.) you would see three people walking in circles wondering where the other person went. It's probably like a dog running after his own tale.
I found them eventually. So don't get nightmares about this: In the end it was all good.
4. I found out that the phone, the house-phone beeped all the time because the battery was low, not because it was about to explode. (I didn't thought it would explode at all. I just ran.)

Yeah, you can sure see that I've been busy!
.. Not really.

Bye, for now =)

Ps: 'Scared of birds' is just something I've always wanted to say.