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You know that you moved in with your parents again when you come home from the pub, 

a tiny little tipsy and your mum comes down to the kitchen in her pyjamas to tell you that the awesome melted cheese and ham sandwich you are preparing is VERY VERY UNHEALTHY.

The Noble Art of Exaggerating

Since I have officially returned from Ireland this Saturday and there is no chance I will be able to go hiking or climbing the upcoming weeks, I decided to go for a run.
I cannot say I kickd myself out of bed for it, because I cannot remember my alarm clock going of, but I rose at 12.30 and was then busy with finding out I passed all my modules in Limerick. Hurray!

But back to exercising. After that I pulled on my sporty clothes which I now own due to climbing mountains in Scotland and went out. It did not go too well but anyway, I did it. The thing is, when I go for a run, or actually just do something in general, I have the tendency to really overdo it. So I did not only go for a run, no! I ended up half naked in the living room, doing yoga exercises and eating yoghurt. During that my mind was filled with ideas about smoothies and saunas and those sort of things. Which is dangerous, because I sometimes even almost pass out of the steam when I have a bath or cover the whole kitchen in yoghurt, orange juice and tiny apple pieces when making smoothies.

This urge to exaggerate has always been present, for example, signing up for the chess competition after playing chess two times, writing ten pages of a book and start contacting a publisher. As a ten year old.
But even in my teenage years, I continued this habit; when I wanted to stand out from the group I decided to cover my face in eyeliner and wore so much gothic jewellery I looked like a hedgehog, when I start my freshmen year at University I immediately sign up for the honours course and even in Ireland, I do not just join the Outdoor Pursuits Club, oh no! I decide to climb both Ireland and Scotland´s highest mountain without any hiking experience. And succeed.

The Noble Art of Exaggerating includes diving into something new and make a huge amount of fun of yourself for doing so, and I love it. Now it is time to finish my very healthy banana- yoghurt and polish my nails (another thing I tried to become an expert in, ending up in buying sixty different colours in two weeks and spend hours watching youtube tutorials).
May the Force be with you.

Nevis

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead,

Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.

The changes, the changes are all yours to make,

The mold of your life is in your hands to break.

 I have spend ten days in Scotland, had two days of winter mountaineering training and reached the summit of Ben Nevis. After climbing Carrantuohill in Ireland, this is the second highest mountain of a country I have now climbed this semester. Let's say I have climbed some more mountains who were not made of earth and rocks this semester, but I am now back in The Netherlands and I do not feel so restless anymore. 

The upcoming time I will have a lot of important things to do: start my studies in Utrecht again, find a new job and maybe find a new apartment. Move out with my parents, but first I have to decide if that is financially possible. So, lots of important decisions to make but I am glad to say that at the moment, I feel capable of making them.

and I would ask this little girl what it is like to have no fear

Late night appetite

I just fried eggs and bacon and finished my pack of cereals.

Yes, I have a massive late-night appetite and after my first months living on my own, the gained kilos are starting to emerge on my body. But well, ofcourse, I will lose that weight again when I get back home, so I happily keep on frying bacon at one o'clock.

I actually don't have a late night appetite for just food but for anything really. So many things are better at night: studying, movies, parties, conversations, listening to music, writing... when it's dark outside, inspiration comes faster, thoughts flow more smoothly and it is always easier to say the things you want to say.

It is now twenty minutes past one and for some reason it becomes harder and harder to go to bed, but I should. Tomorrow I will go to Belfast with my roommates and we'll be back the day after tomorrow. Then I have one day left to study and then isnmy final exam.

Time has been flying on warp speed here in Ireland, and I look forward to see my family again with Christmas, but it will not be an easy Christmas.

I will be home for only one week though, after that I will return to Ireland, stay there for one day and the 30th of December I'm going to Scotland to climb Ben Nevis. I am so looking forward to this, even though I know it is going to be very very tough because I'm not fit at all, not used to so much snow and such low temperatures. But I love the challenge and as long as I don't disappoint myself by giving up too soon, it is going to be great!

I will now make an attempt to force myself to bed, trying to ignore my notebook silently which yelling "WRITE!". Goodnight!

40

fourty months

and I wonder where the Hell this is going

Yuk

Something that really annoys and disgusts me at the same time are those people who use Facebook or other social network platforms as a kind of medical record. You might have a few of those people in your friends list, but one is actually already enough to annoy the shit out of you. Too bad for you that you have a stomach flu, but seriously, updating your status with facts that your intestines are empty now and that you hope the suppository pill will work... too much information! You know, those people who visit their GP on a weekly base and keep us informed with all the things that have been said during that consultation.

I do not want to know all this! Especially if you, in this case, suffer from a vivid imagination. I don't want to know that you are shoving up pills in your ass, that you have been puking all day, I don't wanna hear about your wounds and your blisters and diseases!

Don't those people have any shame? It is just unnatural! When my dog is sick, he feels embarrassed and weak and hides under the table until it is over. Why do those people feel the urge to share all their diseases with me, let alone that they think that I am actually interested?!

Okay I admit, I am guilty of informing Facebook that I was suffering from mumps, but come on, I did not give an elaborate description of my swollen glands. I understand the need to inform others when you are unwell, but please, I beg you, spare me all the bodily details in the future, because it fucking sickens me.

Blue Velvet

It's a sunny, woodsy day in Lumberton, so get those chainsaws out.

The knowledge that seeking the favour of another
Means the murder of self.

Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture, the sounds of torture
You will one day rise.

I will show you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the Art of Ruin.

Conclusion of today

DOGS

they should not wear orange tshirts.