blAUG in a timely manner

Someone slap me; that wasn’t even a good pun.august

Well, I was going to blog in a timely manner this month. I suppose August 2nd isn’t the worst I could’ve done. My laptop keeps overheating and being a general pain in the neck, which is rather ironic for a digital sciences major to be honest. 

This past month has been incredible. I had the once in a lifetime experience of releasing rehabilitated seals. I got to drive a boat. I found out some amazing news- my first semester of college is fully paid for by scholarships! I was super excited to learn that. I can’t wait for college. July was pretty freaking amazing, and I know August will be just as good. 

There will absolutely be a post about seal releasing. It was such an amazing day. I can’t even put it into words right now. Super shout-out to the Zeehondencreche in Pieterbuten for that opportunity. I can’t wait to post all about it. 

But let’s see. This year is going ridiculously fast. It’s the eight month of the year and I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m about to be living in an apartment I signed the lease on. I’ll have a roommate, a friend and Spaatz cadet from CAP. We’ll have a cat. I’m about to be an adult. College is starting so soon. I can’t wait, but I’d be lion if I said I wasn’t nervous. I’m going to miss my family like hell, and I’m so thankful that they’ve been nothing but supportive and encouraging me on my journey to be the first to get a degree in my family. The first to even go to college. That feels so incredibly amazing. 

I know I’ll have to work my ass off, but I’m ready. I have the most amazing friends, family, and boyfriend I could ask for. I’m going to make them all proud. I’m going to show everyone that doubted me who I am. I am a lion.  

My July goals were kind of lame, but I kept up with them. I can actually do push-ups now, so hey. There’s a plus. I’m curious to see where I am on my year goals. Let’s review!

  1. Love myself and be happy. Do things because they’ll make me happy.
  2. Go to college and study where and what I want.
  3. Achieve at least C/Lt Col in the Civil Air Patrol
  4. Learn to stay calm and manage emotions, as well as being able to express these to others. (This one may not make sense to you as the reader, but it does to me. I’ve already started working on it!)
  5. Learn something new. Whether this is learning a new language, something about computers, anything.
  6. Make money. Save money. (Already working on the saving money! #AdventureFund)
  7. Stay hydrated. All year.
  8. Read my whole James Patterson series.
  9. Travel.
  10. Write more. (Whether this is blogging, letters, cards, journaling, it’s going to happen!)
  1. Yeah. This one’s going. Most days, I love my body. This one’s going. 
  2. Hell. Yes.
  3. This one might not be realistic due to the requirement of attending Cadet Officer School or a Region Cadet Leadership School, but I’ll be a Cadet Major on the first day of college! I’ll be a major starting my major. Ha. Thanks for that pun, mom.  
  4. This one’s a work-in-progress. 
  5. I know like, three Russian words and more German than I did a month ago? I learned a lot at CDTA? I’m wayyy too familiar with the Public Affairs Regualtions for CAP? 
  6. I mean. Yeah. I saved hella money on college this semester. And there was the $0.81 I made in interest on my savings account! 
  7. I’m working on that. *eyes water bottle*
  8. Still. On. Book. Thirteen. Traveling really killed my vibe. 
  9. Yeah, I’m so sick of that international flight. And Germany is cool. 
  10. Hi, I’m writing (and I mean, I wrote to study for my tests for C/Maj so there’s that).

I guess I’m only going to set one goal for August:

Whatever you do, do it with passion and to the best of your ability. 

This can apply to so much, and I can’t wait to show the world who I am. I won’t give up. I’m not going to be just a nobody. Mark my words. 

Alright y’all. Thank you for reading. You guys are fantastic.

Smile, you’re awesome. Take some time today to think about how far you’ve come and how you’d make your younger self proud. Be someone you would be looked up to as a child.

~E.💕

P.S. I untangled a slinky this past week and that would’ve made younger me so proud. That’s all I wanted to be able to do in life. Little things. It’s the little things. 

England doesn’t have a kidney bank, but it has a Liverpool.

This title’s for you, Alex. Because you sent me it in November 2016 and I never actually used it. This post has a significant lack of mentioning England, kidneys, and Liverpool, but that’s alright.

When I graduated High School, Alex gave me a VWBoxVolkswagen Bus Lego set as a gift.
This one, to be specific. (see the picture!)

It sat in my room for…. 10 months. I mean, if you count it being on a huge moving boat for like, two of those months.

After months of my brother asking if we could FINALLY build the Volkswagen Bus, I gave in on Wednesday (April 12th, for those of you keeping track).

So this thing, it starts out in over 1,000 pieces. 17918690_1468116489896239_239547583_nThere’s two books, and at first when you dump everything out, it’s just a mess of red, white, gray, and black colored pieces. While my brother (who, mind you, is half the minimum recommended age) got building, I started sorting the pieces. My floor was quickly covered in many many piles.

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On Wednesday night when it was my brother’s bed time, this is what my floor looked like. Somehow- by some miracle, neither of us stepped on a Lego.

We picked it back up around 5 pm on Thursday. We started out with it looking like a boat, as pictured here to the right.17965249_1468116499896238_181761979_n

We spent until approximately midnight building, and we finished the first instruction booklet.

At the end of the night, the bus started looking more like, well, a bus. The curtains gave me so much happiness, and so did the very realistic gas pedal and clutch. I’d forgotten how incredibly accurate Lego sets can be.

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The rest of these pictures are actually going to be super good quality; I took them with my new camera. It’s a Nikon D3, and I’m super happy with the badassery it is. I’ll absolutely be taking it on any traveling I do (and I have some big travel news to announce soon!) and posting here. Anywho, back to the Lego Bus.

As soon as my brother woke up today, he came to my room and started working on the bus, even before I was fully awake. We finished the bus around 3 pm, and my brother was super exited. He was able to build most of it, and he was incredibly happy to be able to build the “orange part on the top”. It was adorable. It *almost* made up for the fact that we listened to the song Vivi Nell’aria over and over. (I’m totally kidding).

So without further ado, here are three pictures of the end result!

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This was one of the most fun things I’ve done in a while, and I’m glad I was able to do it with my brother. I think I created a new Volkswagen enthusiast.

Make Lego models, not war.

-E.🌸

Curtain Sticks and Goblets

Do you ever just have those times you laugh… and laugh… and laugh? And you can’t stop?

I love those times.

Anyway… I haven’t given a room update in a while. The last time you guys heard about my room, the WiFi didn’t reach my room and there were boxes everywhere.

We’ll start with the messy corner of my room. This would be my desk. There’s some stuff curtainsticks2that simply just does not have a spot [yet] and it ended up there. A pile of hats and a couple of awards. A box from my new headset with extra cables in it. Yanno, miscellaneous things. There’s also still 3 boxes of books to the right of my desk, my suitcase, my carry-on backpack, a stepladder, a mirror that didn’t fit, and the vacuum cleaner. All of that is just kind of there because there’s no other place. But… it works. There’s also still a box with photo albums under my desk, because there’s no other place for them. Again, it works.curtainsticks4

Next, there’s my dresser. That got delivered (and put together) by Ikea exactly two weeks ago, along with my mattress- which is queen sized and really comfortable. But yeah, the dresser. Dang, I have a lot of breakable statuettes for someone that moves a lot. And my Volkswagen bus picture is on it. That (and everything else that is still laying around) will get hung up… soon. I just need a box of nails. Tomorrow is a new day… Maybe tomorrow I’ll hang some stuff on my walls. Anyway- all my clothes fit in the dresser perfectly. With the exception of a couple things that needed hung up… which are casually chilling in my curtainsticks1mom’s room.

Then there’s my bed. Like I said, it’s queen sized perfection. There’s a bunch of pillows and blankets and honestly I don’t ever want to leave it. Also featured in this picture is the guitar I got from the previous house owner, my ukulele, my purse, and the sheet music to Knoxville-1800 by James Curnow. What you don’t see is my cleverly disguised bench beside my bed by the wall.curtainsticks5 It may or may not be three more boxes of books with a sleeping bag over them.

Oh, and on that nightstand you see my computer on? There’s a fully functioning NetGear router and a phone. I get some fantastic internet speeds and I can do my Civil Air Patrol conference calls from the most comfortable place in the house. I’m still so happy with how I have everything set up. I can roll over and still use my phone while it’s plugged in to charge, no matter what way I’m facing. It’s pure bliss.

curtainsticks3Last, but not least, there’s this corner. Think away the baby scale, that’s just chilling there because there’s no other place for it. My CDs and DVDs, my Air Force gnome, my shoe bench (and all my shoes, of course), my hamper from a different angle. In the bottom left you can see part of the papasan chair. And my ducks are proudly displayed… in front of my Volkswagen bus Lego set that I got from my best friend at my graduation party. Hopefully I can hang up the poster my friends in CAP made me soon, too.

This is it. This is my room. It’s mine. I can play songs from Hamilton (the musical) as loud and as much as I want. I can listen to any music when I want. Because yanno, the attic is pretty far from the rest of the house.

Now, however, I’ll be going to bed. It’s two minutes to midnight. Good night, guys.

Smile more.

-E.

“If nobody hates you, you’re doing something wrong.”

Home is where your story begins, or so they say. Now, the title doesn’t have any relation to this post, but I googled “House quotes”, and I should’ve known better.

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I’m sitting at the kitchen table, typing my first blog post from the new house. I am really newhouse3doing something productive- I’m hurrying up and waiting. Yesterday I set up the wifi (and cried a little at the wiring done in the meter closet) and now I’m waiting for the TV to decide to finally want to work.

The first picture here to the left, is what the closet lnewhouse2ooked like before I put the modem in (yes, it’s a modem. With WiFi capabilities. *twitches*).

The picture to the right is after installing the modem. It’s still barely better, but it… works. I just kind of want to cry and install little tiny shelves. It honestly is slightly  frustrating, especially coming from the US where you had the freedom to put your router and phone (almost) anywhere. The “meterkast”, or “meter closet” in English- is kind of just a pain in the neck.

Oh- another pain in the neck?? The WiFi doesn’t reach my room. Time to go buy a WiFi Range Extender. I wanted to use the NetGear router dangling from the cable in the “before the modem” picture and set up my own WiFi in my room. But, my mom isn’t necessarily a newhouse4fan of running Ethernet Cables through the house. Darn… :p

This is my view right now, the leaning tower of boxes and the TV loading screen. It’s rather annoying- and has probably
been sitting like that for about half an hour.

But on a side note, our living room looks really cute and the newhouse1couch is comfortable as heck. Also yes, I *did* line up the bird picture with the TV. From this angle, it doesn’t look like it- but I promise it is. I spent *wayyyy* too much time doing so.

It’s coming along. It’ll start to feel like home soon, right? When we actually start sleeping here… Right? Hopefully. Ikea is coming tomorrow to set up my dresser, my brother’s bed, and bring mattresses. I’m excited for that, because it means I can go back to doing productive things in my room. And make my bed. And decorate. And hang stuff up. Okay, I’m a tad excited about my room. Who wouldn’t be, though?

Oh! I finally remembered what I’ve been meaning to post about. Remember my friend that crashed into the lake? (See this post) Well, he’s okay! And so is his instrument. He lost some music and solos, but other than that, he’s absolutely fine. Even his phone works again. I was so relieved. Shout-out to all my friends that helped me find out he was okay/helped me calm down. My mom, too. She helped me a bunch.

Well, the TV is still loading, bu I think I’m going to go take a nap in the recliner now that my mom left the house to go pick my brother up from school. Yay, productivity!

Have a great day, everyone 🙂

-E.

I took a nap in boxes

I scheduled my post for tomorrow, but almost forgot to post today’s! What kind of blog am I running, anyway? I’m good at this. remember-remember-2

Today all our stuff from the shipping container arrived in our new house. Oh man, that was incredibly stressful. So much stuff to go through… Honestly, so many of these boxes are just boxes full of paper. Oh well, everything was wrapped well. And nothing broke! (Well, with the exception of a couple of tote boxes that don’t really matter anyway).

My room started off all clean and empty, as you may have seen in yesterday’s post. That lasted until about 0830 today. Boxes flooded my room and resulted in the above picture. remember-remember-3Yes it’s pixelated on purpose. That’s personal information on there! #WhatAmIDoingwithMyLife

I spent about 4 hours in my room- unpacking and repacking because I don’t have a closet yet (S/O to Ikea for having a delivery service).

Oh, I also played in the packing paper and eventually took a half hour nap. I found the cushion to my papasan chair, moved my shoe bench in front of it, sat down, and was asleep in a matter of minutes. So yeah, I love my new room. It’s quiet, away from people, big, and it’s my own. I can’t wait to have all my furniture and then hang up all my pictures.

Pinterest has become quite the room decorating addiction. I told my mom I was going to put plants all over my room, but then realized that a.) if they’re real they’d die soon anyway because I won’t be there in December and b.) fake plants cost an arm and a leg and probably a kidney.remember-remember-1

All in all, I’d say today was pretty productive. This corner of my room looks incredibly cozy… if you think the boxes behind the papasan chair away. I jokingly told my mom I’m not even going to buy a book shelf, that I’d just leave all my books packed. There may end up being some truth to that.

Also- lesson learned today: packing paper is not a comfortable mattress.

-E.

Good, good, great!

As I mentioned in my last blog post, I considered posting happy thoughts. (Side note: I just got distracted trying to find a specific Fetty Wap song that was stuck in my head from sophomore year. I don’t even like rap. I guess I really don’t want to type happy thoughts).

Think happy thoughts.

  1. Soccer. Soccer was cool today. I taught a ten year old, and she was really cool. It was the first human social interaction I’ve had with someone around my age in two weeks. And she was 10.
  2. Food- as much as it hurts my stomach and gives me heartburn, it does taste good and I’d missed a bunch of it.
  3. Healthy. Healthy? Healthy! Bike riding here will help me lose weight or something.
  4. Uh, well, drinking is legal here at my age… I can make fun of 16-year-olds getting smashed. And that’s about the extent of that one.
  5. I’m really excited about the house we’re getting. And my room. I get to do it however I want and that’s really awesome.

Oh man- interruption! Just Skyped with my CyberPatriot team and had a Cadet Advisory Council conference call. Now I’m procrastinating on this post…. Don’t believe me, just watch. Crap… now the numbered list starts over. Oh whale. 15 more.

  1. Family. I love being close to my family.
  2. I can make money here on my year off from school.
  3. I get to play with big boy cameras here. That one’s fun. Shout-out to my grandfather.
  4. I haven’t gotten a mosquito bite here [yet]. That’s a positive.
  5. My brother is enjoying it. He already has a few friends.
  6. I have time to write blog posts!
  7. I get to see things I don’t really remember from when I was 6.
  8. My cat is here! ♥♥
  9. It’s fun to go places, and absolutely no one knows you. It’s weird running in to people who recognize you but you don’t recognize them, though.
  10. This has brought me and some of my friends in the US closer together. I found who my true friends are and who cares about me.
  11. You can drink tap water without wondering what’s in it (chlorine wise.. or chemical wise… or anything). It’s neat.
  12. It feels like things are cheaper here. You can go to the grocery store and buy 2 days worth of food and drinks for about 8 Euros. I could be wrong but it feels cheaper. I don’t know. Let me think it.
  13. I can completely avoid all the asshats in the US here!!
  14. I can get some cool clothes here. And I already got pants!
  15. There’s Cat Cafes here. Like literally; Coffee shops with cats.

And, I mean, I have lots of time to plan my return trip in December. And June. Heh…

Well, that was my effort for today’s blog post. It’s 0350 and my chest hurts. Maybe I should sleep.

Good night guys, and keep finding reasons to smile.

-E.

The one about feelings, anger, and frustration

Everyone deals with it. Anger, sadness,  stress, frustration. Sometimes jealousy. I try not to blog about them, but I’m going to be brutally honest- sometimes ignoring your emotions takes a toll on you. There’s been one other rather upset blog post with lots of feelings; the annoying one about me getting dumped. Normally, I feel horrible posting my feelings online, and as you could see in the post after it, I apologized. This time… I won’t apologize. My feelings are my feelings, and honestly if you’re reading my blog, you sort of care about me anyway (or you’re just amused at my misfortunes; but that’s alright too).

I’m having a really shitty time adjusting to this country and the people in it. I’m trying to do my best, trying to hold on for my mom’s sake. She’s so stressed as well, I feel like whenever she sees me be happy, it makes her happy. So I’m really trying. I love my mom, and I hate seeing her upset- especially now coming to realize that she’s actually a cool parent- and has been, but I just didn’t see it (ouch, did I just say that out loud? Online, for that matter?). I just need to find a way to get my frustration out. This blog is helping, but I’m not sure how much longer. I miss my late night drives, in my car, by myself. I miss seeing my friends, being able to just crash on someone’s couch and maybe wake up in the morning, maybe in the afternoon. I miss being able to do “stupid” stuff like drinking a few too many energy drinks or walking over the train tracks or walking through the woods alone or even driving a little too fast sometimes (heh).

Anyhoo, this country. This country, man. No, it’s not all bad. I really enjoy some of the things, but that’s for happy blog posts. This is not a happy blog post.

  1. UGH I MISS MY HOODIE WEATHER AND PUMPKIN EVERYTHING. It skipped straight to winter coat and where the f*** is the pumpkin in this country?!
  2. If people could stop interrupting and/or ignoring my brother whenever he talks, that would be cool. Just because you don’t see the enthusiasm of the little human doesn’t mean no one else does. Weird.
  3. I want food that doesn’t give me a stomach ache. I mean, yay! All natural whatnot. I mean, damn. Does my body have to reject it? I got less sick from a McDonald’s Buttermilk Crispy Chicken sandwich…
  4. Speaking of stomach… MIDOL. How do females here even survive shark week?! And tampons, dang, I just paid nearly 8 Euros (Which is around $8.40) for a box of like, 15 normal tampons. This is an issue.
  5. “How rude”. People here are legitimately the most rude human beings I have ever seen. You can stand in a store looking at something, and before you know it (without an excuse me) you have a Dutch person all up in your jacket (because it’s -100° or something in stores) looking or grabbing something from in front of you.
  6. Oh my goodness… and the government. They track pretty much everywhere you go. Apparently there’s this whole WhatsApp security crisis that’s got a bunch of people’s panties in a twist. But aside from that, as a seasoned and free American citizen, I find it uber creepy that the government has to know in what house you’re living, and with who, and all the kids, and they have to see you, and it’s just freaking me out. (Oh, and I miss my second amendment).
  7. I can’t carry my knife. It’s apparently frowned upon or illegal or something. I haven’t done too much digging, but from what I’ve seen it’s illegal (please correct me if I’m wrong).
  8. Number 8 has been removed for… reasons.
  9. Hamsters here. Oh my, the poor hamsters here. This will likely turn into a blog post on its own- but for now… the wheels the pet store sells for hamsters are so incredibly bad for them. Please, if you have a rodent of any sort, do NOT get a metal wheel. It will hurt your pet.
  10. Number 10 has also been removed.
  11. Oh man, here comes the stomach ache (just ate dinner oops)
  12. The time zone. Why the time zone?! I miss my friends. I miss talking to people. I miss attending Civil Air Patrol. I’d missed nine meetings in my cadet career (including encampments and NCSAs) and that’s up to 11 now. It pains me a little. And the whole… messaging people. Yeah- I still can- but it’s at weird times. *sigh*.
  13. This entire country is pretty anti-american and pro-american stereotyping. It’s a tad frustrating. I mean, I suppose America is the country with the highest obesity and the most junk food- but so what? That doesn’t really mean you can profit off of making fun of me. Or Americans in general. (I’m still pretty patriotic even for not living in the country. I’d be flying an American flag if it wouldn’t get my house vandalized. You think I’m kidding).
  14. WHY are my clothes losing color?
  15. We still don’t have [working] phones over here. That is a little ridiculous- especially since my brother is in school. What if an emergency happens?
  16. I really want our house. But it isn’t ready until November 1st. Oh man, I’m going nuts.
  17. I WANT MY FACE WASH AND MY CHEAP RITE AID PERFUME. This boat can kindly floor it across the Atlantic.
  18. Number 18 has also been removed.
  19. Hey look, it’s my favorite number. Well, this one is about my birthday. I am turning 18 this year (oh no, I just gave away my age on the interwebs) and I had planned on becoming a legal adult in the US of A. Yanno, buying a lottery ticket legally because I can. Maybe buy some dry-ice, paintballs, pepper spray, and a new knife while I’m at it (hoorah for ridiculous rules). Aside from all of those things, “becoming an adult” seems so much less complicated in a country you’ve witnessed other people do the thing you have to do before you. “Becoming an adult” seems so much simpler when you know the language and grammar (and a couple of curse words) without even having to think. I’d prepared myself to become an adult in America. I was ready for adult life there. How am I even supposed to choose health insurance here? I barely know all the big words for body parts here. How would I even know what doctor to go to? *sigh* I can’t adult.
  20. And the power here. This is more our fault- but I don’t have enough power cables to keep all of my electronics charged. My mom and I share a computer cable, and my laptop dies when it’s not plugged in (thanks, hp battery recalls). This is driving me nuts.

Well, there’s 20 complaints I have. Maybe I’ll post twenty positives soon. It’ll be fun to try and think of in depth arguments for why I like it here. Oh well, I feel better after this long rant. Maybe I’ll go take the Dutch version of ibuprofen and try to sleep.

Stay strong guys, and don’t let others change who you are.

-E.

 

Oh my, the month went by!

Hello, lovely readers!

Some of you have noticed that I haven’t posted in a while… a month exactly. I’m not necessarily about excuses, but, there is a legitimate reason.

I used to reside in the delightful state of construction work and bipolar weather, however, I have since moved to the other side of the world! (And let me tell you, I’m pretty sure this is the country of construction work and well, rain).

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The picture is of the city near my hometown here in the Netherlands. If you look to your right, those boats are actually peoples’ houses. It’s pretty neat. The lights and the sky and the water all look incredible, and honestly, I only noticed that in the picture… not even in person.

The Netherlands is like a whole different world to me. Yes, I lived here until I was 7- but that means very little. I knew as much of the language as any seven-year-old does of their language. I’d picked up enough to get by in years after that, but now I’ve started to realize that the language barrier may be greater than I thought. I shy away from speaking Dutch because I know it likely won’t be grammatically correct. Maybe I’m not using the correct tense of the word. Maybe I’m just creating a word altogether. It’s a little stressful. Everyone back home says “give it a month” or “go make friends”. That’s so much easier said than done. Yes, I may have been incredibly social in America, but that’s different here.

Here, I feel insecure about what I wear. I don’t know the norms here. I never see anyone wearing a simple graphic t-shirt here. I felt awkward going into a store yesterday wearing my Paramore tee, black cargo pants, and Timberland boots. I felt like I stood out. My pants weren’t tight. My shoes weren’t “cute”. Who wears a shirt with writing on it? It’s probably all in my head… but that’s bad enough. Here, I feel awkward even talking. My voice sounds weird to me when I speak a different language.  When I’m with my mom, I let her do the talking and I awkwardly stare. Yes, usually I can follow conversations. I just don’t feel like I have enough words to choose from to be relaxed enough to participate. I’ve wished more people here would speak English to me, but then there’s the accent that bothers the living hell out of me and the reversed language barrier. I guess maybe I’ll learn soon enough. Maybe I should try harder.

My body isn’t used to the time zone yet. I’ve never had an issue with jet lag. Back in America, I had a hard time sleeping. Throw me in a country whose time zone is Eastern Time +6… I’m screwed. I have yet to fall asleep before five o’clock in the morning, and I’ve been here 8 days now. And yes, I have indeed tried putting down all electronics. I have slept through the days, though. Side note: that’s a really good way to avoid humans.

There’s not a whole lot else to blog about- since my days have recently been spent sleeping and avoiding people. I signed up to referee soccer for U11 and U9 leagues. I was the only girl in the room. It was a tad awkward.. especially because the club then posted on their website that they appreciated the “boys and fathers” that came out to the meeting. Well, I’ll show them. I guess female referees are seldom in any sport. I’ll smash the patriarchy in their face before they can even think “why is there a female ref?”.

So, yeah. I’m alive. I’m hanging in there. I’m trying to look at this like an adventure. Most people in the US would kill to spend time in Europe. Even though my situation wasn’t exactly planned… or my choice… I’m trying to be positive. It’s going alright.

-E. ♥