I have a limp a la House.
Bandages around my knee.
People stare at me like I'm some sort of freak.
- Location:Thuruhr hur hur hur
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:Winx Club Enchantix Theme
There I was, just driving my moped back to the group to drop off some new clothes, in my free time, pleasing the Karma Gods, minding the speedlimit and everything. I was being good! Then, out of a street to my right, comes this visually retarded bitch, at a ridiculous high speed, just plain storming towards me and my fragile physique.
I'm scared shitless, convinced she's gonna hit me and quickly tried to evade. As I do so, I feel my moped sliding out from under my ass and my last thought before hitting the asphalt is "Oh, shit, no! Not my moped!!". I slam towards the ground and proceed to slide forward a few feet, discovering that asphalt is much like a cheese-grater when you scid knees-first over it at 25 km/h.
My knee is currently three times it's original size and cheerily thobs with pain at every twitch of my toes. I hurt.
What did I ever do wrong to deserve such bad karma? Please tell me!
(Is it the fact that I call people "visually retarded bitches"?)
- Location:Piss off!!
- Mood:
angry - Music:>.
Sven: Annemieke?
Me: Yes?
Sven: Take off your clothes!
Me:...Say what?
Sven: Take off your clothes! Then I can splash you.
Me:....Right. Be right back.
When I got back, wearing my bikini, Sven jumped up and down with happiness, only to promptly douse me in water. It was cold, I squee'd. Much to Bjarne's delight, who laughed so hard he litteraly fell over.
I had so much fun!
- Location:Here
- Mood:
happy - Music:Avant - Good Sweet Lovin
apatheticWhen I first arrived on Gerst, I was 20 years old and fresh out of my hopeless education. I walked into the Team Meeting, where I met everyone for the first time, only to find out that no one even knew that I had been hired. "Who are you and what the heck are you doing here?"
Then, everyone who hadn't met me yet assumed I was the new intern. It was funny at first, because the real intern is in her thirties, but it stops being funny after the 23th time. Then everyone who hadn't met me yet assumed I was the new Care Coordinator. That was flattering. "You're not affraid to speak your mind and you're quick to take action!" Why, thank you! ^^
But after that, everyone assumed that I was hired because Silvia knows my mother. Not because I have qualities or something, but just because of that. I had already felt the underlying tension from almost everyone, but no one told me anything. In the end, Caroline was so honest to tell me. I was crushed. How could they say this?
I closed up, drew up my defenses. I stood my ground, worked hard, nearly drove myself insane whenever I made a mistake. I was determined not to let those bitches win. Two of those co-workers left. One went of fraternity-leave. One stayed behind, only to go 180 and try to be my best friend. (= Her)
The turning point was last weekend. She, let's call her The Hag, had written down that she was sorry that there was so much stuff left to do and that she blamed it on the slow flexers (people who fill in). My jaw dropped: You just don't write that down!
So I told her. Nice and polite, that I thought that this is not acceptable. The Hag freaked out! She screamed excuses at me, outraged that I didn't agree with her. I stayed calm and repeated, that it's not acceptable. She's still unable to look me in the eye.
I think she believes that she can do whatever she wants, just because Silvia doesn't stand up to her. I think she didn't expect me to stand up to her. I think it's time to reel her back in and put her in her place. And I think I made a good start.
The powerbalance has shifted.
- Location:At home
- Mood:
calm - Music:Black Eyed Peas - Boom Boom Pow
- Hand feed a bunch of Koi Karp and giggle hysterically at the funny sensation.
- Location:At the pond
- Mood:
giggly - Music:Kelis - I Don't Think So
Amount of people who were looking gorgeous: Everyone, but Bart and Fransisca in particular! So sparkly! ^^
Amount of times I had to bite my cheek in order not to cry: 2. Once when the minister mentioned that it was a shame that Grandma could never be here and once, when Fransisca sang beautifully to Bart.
Amount of time killed playing with Sven and Bjarne: Probable more than 3/4. I still think that an entire day is too long.
Amount of time spend actually enjoying the day: See above.
Amount of times I laughed my ass off: 3. When this guy was spooked so much by a bird, he fell over, when I looked at the silly pictures that were taken and when this old guy started to dance.
Amount of sickeningly happy couples: 12, then I stopped counting, cuz the women were giving me uncomfortable deathglares.
Amount of times mum tried to get me onto the dancefloor for reasons still unknown to me: 4! I dispise her for it.
Amount of girls that fawned over my other brother, Martin: 9712.
Amount of guys who showed enough interest in me to grand me a second glance: 0. Rounded upwards.
Amount of people who thought that Martin was my boyfriend: 3.
Conclusion: I hate weddings. They're just too long, too cliché and they make me feel inadequate in finding a suitable partner, even though I looked cute as fuck today.
- Location:At Home
- Mood: annoyed
- Music:Nothing
I'm a catperson who desperately needs colour in her life. Which is the reason why my hair has been every colour of the rainbow, including green. Personally, I don't think I'm very attractive looking, but I'm certainly not ugly. No guy has ever expressed a serious interest in me. I long for romance, the sweeps-me-off-my-feet kind of devotion. I want someone to prove that I do, in fact, feel love. Dispite frustration in my early years, I'm quite happy with my height now. A modest 1m60. I'm God's gift to short men. My style of clothes varies every day, just as the style of my hair and the colours of my make-up. You might not recognise me.
Just as my Zodiac sign implies, I'm sensitive and creative. Not that I believe that nonsense. I'm a go-with-the-flow kind of person in general, but I'm the one with the voice and the backbone in my job. Sometimes to the point of being aggressive. In my internship, I allowed everyone to walk all over me. I refuse to be the doormat now. I'm a perfectionist and an empath, I can't stand to see people cry. I just want to make the world happy.
In my opinion, people who judge others for their beliefs, skincolour or sexual oriëntation, are foolish and I pity them. People like that will never see the world as a whole, they'll miss out on so much. I want to be open-minded, to embrace them the way they are. I want people to embrace me the way I am. Because I'm strange and I need it. I keep everything on the inside, though I encourage others to talk about it. I see everything, I hear everything, to the point where it nearly drives me insane. I'm a loner, I can do without my friends. I have a profound love for (Japanese) horrormovies, even though they make me scared of the dark. I need someone to understand this.
My name is Annemieke and this is who I am.
- Location:Hu?
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Adelle - Make You Feel My Love
- Location:In the forest
- Mood:
creative - Music:Army Of The Sun - Roadrunner United
I didn't exactly watch, I never do, but I listened from behind the laptop, while my parents watched. Their idea of "fun". Just about every damn song sounded the same (How is that even possible?) and then my parents called me over, because it was Holland's turn.
The Toppers. (Three middle-aged, semi-ugly guys, of which one is Super Gay. I never liked them, but I like Mr. Super Gay, cuz he's funny as hell.) Not only did they sing horribly, the song was absolute crap and the show they gave looked like something out of a kids schoolmusical. No wonder we never win!
I felt a little bit of shame in the pit of my stomach at the cool applause they got afterwards.....Maybe we should send someone with actual talent for singing next time.....
- Location:In a box
- Mood: annoyed
- Music:Sentenced - Her Last 5 Minutes
And thus, a bright light shone down on my feet, radiating them with a divine glow and a heavenly choir of angels began to sing: !~ Buuuuuyyyyy Meeeeeeee ~!
I obeyed, for they are awesome shoes and the first pair of pumps to actually fit me.
Yesterday, I saw this documentairy on high heeled shoes. How they give the woman wearing them a sense of confidence and power. I never understood (though it was bullcrap, actually), but it's totally true! I feel so good wearing those shoes.
Have you ever had something sing out at you at stores?
P.s.: Go to Youtube and listen to this song.
. . . .
P.p.s.: I fucking forgot Mother's Day!! *runs around in frantic circles* Nooooooooo!
- Location:In The Scapino
- Mood:
content - Music:Cat Stephens - Lady D'Arbanville
First off, I was living in a mess, because mum started piling up all the stuff out of their room into mine. Not to mention all of the dust and ending up stepping in wet cement, with my bunny slippers, twice. When theirs was done, I was moved into the spare bedroom. Which is insanely small. As it turns out, I have way more stuff than I thought. It took so much adapting from my part, since I had such a routine in my old room.
Now, when I'm finally settled, I'm moved back into my old room! With a gorgous new floor and even better wallpaper. Without a proper closet or a shelf or the oppertunity to hang something.
I'm such an OCD case....
- Location:Nuts
- Mood:
crazy - Music:Adele - Make You Feel My Love
But some asshole took it upon himself to ruin it.
In a stupid attempt to hit the bus the queen was riding in, this man drove his car into the crowds and killed four people. Five others are seriously injured. Several more have minor injuries. He came out of nowhere and crashed into a warmonument. This loon is now in the hospital. I personally hope he survives, so that we can punish him until the end of days.
What possesses someone to drive a car into a large group of people? How disturbed do you have to be??
- Location:Hu?
- Mood:
bitchy - Music:None
I, on the other hand, kept my composure surprisingly well. I didn't even have to fake detachement. Like I wrote in the Memoriam, Lydia loved the sun and I'm convinced that in Heaven, the sun will always shine for her. I bet she's happier now than she's ever been in her life. It's sad for me, that I'll never see her again. But it's happy for her, that she no longer feels pain.
I feel like this wasn't like saying goodbye, it was like paying a last tribute to Lydia. To honour the person she was and the life she led. And of course I'll miss her! But I will be strong, move on and take care of everyone who comes after her. I didn't cry, because Lydia's death isn't sad at all.
I really hope she's got a nice, sunny spot in Heaven, where she can sing as loud as she likes.
- Location:Up in Heaven, visiting Lydia
- Mood:
pleased - Music:Adele - Make You Feel My Love
It's always a lunginfection that gets them in the end.
So, there I was, looking down to Lydia's dead body in that cold hospital morgue. I had seen dead people before, but not one who had always been so alive. She was alive and fibrant and stubborn, the last few months where pure willpower. She looked so strange, serene, relaxed. I carefully washed her. Making sure that her elbows didn't bang down on the metal table too hard. And dressed her with equal care. Straightening her blouse, like I always did, for one last time.
It's finished now. I don't feel sad.
I'll miss her though.
- Location:In the corner
- Mood:
melancholy - Music:Kidney Thieves - Glitter Girl
There, I said it! Go out onto the streets, ask people about the big D and they'll always have something to say. Death moves us, touches us, makes us cry, from the day we're born, we have a clock on our foreheads, counting down. And when that clock reaches zero, it's all over for us! So when is it your time?
Death is incredible. It's an unstoppable force of nature, nobody can escape it's clutches. No matter where you go, you can't hide from it. Death isn't picky or biased. Wether you're that bum on the street or the King of the World, you will eventually die. That's a given.
But death is always unfair too. Why so soon...?
The truth is, that we're so terrified of death, we're willing to destroy ourselves over the stories that tell us what comes after it. Which sounds even more ridiculous when you read it like that, doesn't it? Aren't we just fighting to live forever? Really, that's all we ask for! A little bit of immortality.
Death: It's what's for dinner!
- Location:Heaven or Hell?
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:Pillar - Frontline
But I'm sick and tired of it!
I'd go to Amsterdam with Irene, if she didn't want to be with her boyfriend all day! The same goes for New Years. Every year I spend the night hanging in front of the tv with my parents, and I go to bed at 0:01. I want to go out and have fun! Do stuff! That's why I need a boyfriend of my own.
Either that, or more friends...Does anybody understand this?
- Location:Bleh!
- Mood:
cranky - Music:Kaoma - Lambada
First, allow me to explain something. The group I work on is located in a building, along with three other groups. That's how it works: four groups per building. When I was hired at Gerst 2 (name of my group), they couldn't give me more than a contract of 55%, even though I asked for more. I shrugged and figured I'd just continue to work for the Flexbureau.
(Flexbureau is a temp-agency for the institution alone. So I go to other groups and work there, if someone gets sick. I love it.)
For months, I got scheduled at Gerst 2 above my contract, more than 100%, so I couldn't work at the Flexbureau. I warned Silvia, that if she continued to schedule me like this, she'd have me over-worked within no time. She obviously listened, because I get scheduled to my contract now, which is about three days per week.
I told the Flexbureau, that they could send me to different groups again. Immediatly I got asked for Gerst 4, one of my favourite groups! (Our neighbours) I happily said yes and worked my shift there.
Yesterday, Silvia told me that some co-workers had complained that I worked on a neighbour group, while there were still shifts to be filled up on our own group. I should work on Gerst 2 alone, they say.
Excuse me?
That means that I have to explain to my co-workers, what I do with my free time. It's my free time, it's my right to do what I please with it.
That means that I'm not allowed to do the work I love, if that means that I won't be present on my own group.
That means that if I have a day off, I should come in for work anyway. I'm not even allowed to do that!!
Back the fuck off, bitches. This is too ridiculous for words.
- Location:Over there, bitching at my co-workers
- Mood: angry
- Music:Alanis Morrisette - Black Velvet
It's spring, baby! 8D
Yeah, yeah, I know it was technically a few days ago, but in my winter-induced stupor, the message arrived a little late. I can't wait to go to the beach on my moped. The sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, awesome! Goodbye snow, hello sunshine!
In totally unrelated news, I had eyecontact-sex with a very hott guy at the grocery store. Does that mean I'm no longer a virgin? =P
- Location:At the grocery store
- Mood:
amused - Music:Gwen Stefani - Wind It Up
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