*tiny little rant*

I’m so sick of people judging Bruno when they only know songs like Just The Way You Are and Grenade. They obviously have no idea what they are talking about but don’t take the effort to do some research. They claim they know what kind of an artist Bruno is, but they never heard his unreleased songs, saw his interviews and don’t know that Bruno is behind a lot of the music that’s around these days.

If they actually did some research they would hear songs like Talking To The Moon and Liquor Store Blues and realize that Bruno is not just the guy who writes sweet love songs, but so much more. They would know Bruno is behind Cee-Lo’s Fuck You, K’naan’s Waving Flag and Flo-Rida’s Right Round. They would know that he has an amazing personality and maybe they would finally understand his sense of humor cause it seems like 95% of the world population doesn’t know when he’s joking (like when people thought Bruno was actually mad when Adele won all of those Grammy’s, no. he. was. joking.)

What gets to me even more is the people who say Bruno has no talent. That makes me want to drag them to a computer and show them live versions of his songs cause they are 3640237 times better than the recorded versions, but people just assume he’s one of those autotune loving artists that dominate the music industry nowadays. No.

People need to stop judging Bruno just by what they hear on the radio, his talent is higher than the ceiling and people haven’t seen nothing yet. Wait for album two cause it will blow everyone’s face off. 

Tumblr

Tumblr is like Narnia. You have no idea it exists or how it works, but once you find out, you never want to leave it again. Well that’s what happened to me, I decided to check it out, noticed it was the best thing since sliced bread and now it’s like my not so secret getaway. The problem with Tumblr is that it doesn’t let you go (I sound like a crazy person now). When I have to study or something I see there are 4 new posts and I decide to check them out. Then it doesn’t stay with just checking those 4 posts, when I actually start to do something productive usually about 2 hours passed. I guess it’s just too much fun to stay away. So if one of my friends ever finds my Tumblr I will cry in a corner for a week (I’m not exaggerating at all *insert sarcasm for those who didn’t understand*). No I wont, but I wont like it, its my getaway from everything. I can just drool at all the pics and gifs, follow  the people who I want to follow and reblog only those things that I like without having anything on my dashboard that I don’t want to see. Sounds good huh?

When I Have To Study

Studying. We all have to do it and none of us really like it. I have to do a lot of studying since I started uni but I’m still not motivated. I’ll be on my way home and I’ll realize that I have a lot to do so I freak out and promise myself that I’ll start that very afternoon. When I get home I realize that I can do it the next day too. So I keep postponing it until the day before this huge test and then I get all stressed out and study like my life depends on it.

One of the reasons I can’t actually start studying is because of all the distractions around me. If I actually come to the point where I open my book I suddenly think that little fly flying around is the most interesting thing ever. And then then there’s the twitter/tumblr/hilarious tv shows/youtube problem. When I really try to study Tumblr and Twitter will be screaming at me ‘LOOK AT BRUNO HE IS SO CUTE LOOK AT HIS HAIR OMG’ “BRUNO TWEETED GET ON TWITTER” ‘OH LOOK YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIS GIF YET’ “LOOOK PEOPLE ARE TALKING TO YOU GET. YOUR. ASS. ON. TWITTER.” It usually doesn’t take long for me to give in to temptation. I promise myself to reblog just one thing and quickly reply to my mentions, but then suddenly there’s a flood of amazing pictures so that 1 picture becomes 59384603 pictures. Goodbye attempt at studying. And then I realize I haven’t seen Bruno’s funny moments in a couple of weeks. Youtube here I come. So before I actually really feel like studying I suddenly have to have dinner. And who studies after they had dinner? Well maybe smart people do, but I don’t.

If I really want to study I have to lock myself up in an empty room (not that there’s an empty room in this house), no laptop, no phone. But those white walls are pretty interesting as well. 

Food

Me and food are in a very serious relationship. I just love food. I eat all the time, all day long. It’s a mystery how I’m not 500 pounds yet. I eat when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m sleepy, when I’m bored (especially when I’m bored), when I’m watching tv, when I’m on tumblr, when I’m on the train, now I’m writing this and their pretty much isn’t a moment when I’m not eating.

Maybe that’s why I can’t go on a diet. Sometimes I get the idea to lose like 5 pounds or something. I imagine how I’m gonna do it and with a great mentality I jump in and start a diet. One week later I’m back to eating chocolate, ice-cream and everything I shouldn’t be eating. Losing weight is impossible for me. I just can’t stick with a diet for longer than a week. But as Bruno said it, I’m amazing just the way I am, so lets get some more chocolate and ice-cream.

Food just makes me happy (this sounds like I have no life at all) and I can’t live without it, especially the food I shouldn't eat. Who needs vegetables anyways? let's live off chocolate, candy, crisps, popcorn and more chocolate.

Thanks To Bruno

I know I wrote about Bruno a lot and there will be more posts about him coming but this is more.. personal I guess. Okay so thanks to Bruno I got on twitter and met some amazing people. One of them is this amazing girl. I think she started to randomly reply to my tweets (it might have gone a little different but I’m too lazy to look those tweets up again since its more than 6 months ago) and we kept talking. We were having a blast drooling over Bruno and talking about a lot of other random stuff. This idea began to form and after a couple of months of talking she decided to come and visit me, yes, she was coming to Amsterdam. And yes, I freaked out. After another month and some weeks of more fangirling and freaking out it was finally happening. I had to work the day she was coming but I was constantly on my phone while she was on the train. Trust me, that’s not good for your heart.

The next morning I got on the train to Amsterdam to meet up with her. My thoughts that morning went along the lines of ‘sdofoshdfeowosfkwfern’. I made my way to the hotel (my parents wouldn’t let her stay at my house. Hmpf) and thought some more ‘sdhfkiwehgkr’-like thoughts. When she stepped out of the hotel I reaaally freaked out, I don’t think I was ever that happy to hug someone before. The next 2 days (yes 2) consisted of freaking out, fangirling, laughing our ass of, walking till our feet almost fell off, kissing Justin Bieber cardboards (we hate Bieber), hating Bieber even more because his perfume actually smells good, more fangirling, watching clips from Bruno’s shows, me having to order everything while she was filming me, laughing her ass off at the Dutch language, seeing an Amy Winehouse lookalike and almost getting hit by a car.

All in all these were an amazing 2 days that I will never ever forget. It felt like we knew each other since forever instead of a couple of months. I’d never ever thought I would EVER meet up with someone I met online but it was one of the best decisions I ever made. I don’t think I ever met someone before who had such an impact on my life in such a short amount of time. When she left my heart literally broke, letting her go was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I just wanted to jump in that train with her or just pull her out and hide her in my basement (I don’t have a basement). Sometimes you just have to do something you didn’t think you ever would and something amazing can come out of it. I love this girl and I consider her to be one of my best friends, and I have Bruno to thank for that. 

50 Facts About Me

I did this ’50 things I love about Bruno’ post and that was a little bit of a challenge but to torture myself more I’ll do this ’50 facts about me’ post. I kind of stole this idea from this (amazing) girl but shhh. Okay so here they are;

1.       I love Bruno Mars (big surprise)

2.       I’m a little tiny bit crazy

3.       I speak before I think

4.       I’m in love with Jason Mraz’s voice

5.       I laugh a lot and very hard

6.       I want to find the cure for cancer one day

7.       Silences make me feel icky

8.       That’s why I can’t shut the hell up

9.       Zayn is allowed to get in my bed :)

10.   I can’t live without music

11.   My mom means the world to me

12.   I wish I could play an instrument

13.   Food is everything

14.   If I’m alone for a long period of time I go crazy

15.   My bed and I are in a very serious relationship

16.   I haven’t seen my real father since I was 2 days old

17.   I’m very ticklish

18.   I don’t understand how my brain works

19.   When I have time to think my thoughts go absolutely crazy

20.   I love to do my nails but I hate the smell of nail polish

21.   I think that How I Met Your Mother is the best thing that ever happened to television

22.   I can’t concentrate on anything for longer than 30 minutes

23.   I looove to spend money

24.   When I go shopping I go crazy

25.   I’m very impulsive

26.   I think one of my fish is suicidal

27.   Friendship is everything to me

28.   I’m not really awake before 3pm

29.   I love sleep

30.   I hate work

31.   I’m very very VERY lazy

32.   I’m addicted to shoes

33.   My fear of spiders is enormous and irrational

34.   I’m not very creative but I love to write

35.   Apple pie makes me very happy

36.   I love people with a great sense of humor

37.   I can’t sing but that doesn’t stop me from singing along to my favorite music on the top of my lungs (I hereby apologize to my neighbors)

38.   Starbucks makes me happy

39.   I’m very clumsy (I trip over air)

40.   I don’t want to die unnoticed (if that makes sense)

41.   I either love or hate you

42.   World peace would make me very happy (who wouldn’t)

43.   I’m addicted to chocolate

44.   I don’t care what people think about me

45.   I have a little brother who’s the most annoying creature that ever walked this planet (I still love him though)

46.   I find myself speaking English to Dutch people all the time (I blame Twitter)

47.   People who always complain make me want to throw something in their face

48.   I hate it when someone smells disgusting

49.   I should’ve been born in Hawaii

50.   I never thought I could get to 50

Okay so this wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I could probably come up with more but then I’d really have to start thinking and I’m too lazy to do that today. Well I hope you liked reading this and if you didn’t.. well that’s fine too.

Facebook

I hate Facebook. I just DON’T understand why people love it so much. I don’t get how people can spend hours on Facebook, it’s just.. no. Every once in a while I decide that I should give Facebook another chance, I spend some time on it for a couple of weeks but I come to the same conclusion every single time, I hate it. I just think Facebook is really boring in comparison to Twitter (there it is again) and Tumblr. But that’s not what’s really pissing me off, it’s the people on Facebook.

How I see it, there are 4 kinds of people on Facebook. First of all there’s the people who think they’re funny, posting ‘witty’ and ‘funny’ comments. Sometimes they’re actually funny –usually not though- but the fact that they’re trying so hard kind of ruins it for me. Then there’s the attention seeking girls. Posting 429910242 pictures of themselves with a caption along the lines of ‘ugh I’m so ugly’. WELL IF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE UGLY YOU WOULDN’T BE POSTING ALL THESE PICTURES HUH? So at this point I’m getting really annoyed and there are the people who ask for likes (this kind of fits in the attention-seeking-category too but I hate it so much that they deserve more than that). Asking for likes is so annoying, I cant even describe my hate towards that ‘phenomenon’.  And last but not least there’s the duckfaces, there’s nothing I  hate more than girls who think their duckface is the cutest thing ever. I just want to throw their computer at their face and hope that gets the sense back in them.

So the annoying attention seeking people are the main reason why I came to the conclusion that I hate Facebook for the 3^rd time in the past year. I guess I should just give up on it forever now or I’ll throw something at my computer next time. I’ll just stick with Twitter, that’s where all the fun people are at anyways.

Love Or Hate

After all these fangirling posts about Bruno I thought it was time for something about me hihi (if you’re only interested in Bruno then I suggest you just stop reading now). Okay so I like to think of myself as a ‘simple’ person, not simple in the simple-cause- I-don’t-have-brains way but simple in the way of.. I don’t know how to explain this.. I’m not someone who can worry for ages about something small, what happens happens and I’ll deal with it when it happens. I’m not gonna worry about something that might never happen, makes sense?

I’m also someone who either loves you or hates you. My opinion about someone forms in the first few minutes after I met someone and it rarely ever changes. If I love you I’ll always be there for you, but if I don’t like you then I’m not gonna make any effort at all. And those first few minutes determine the way I’ll feel about you for.. forever. I hope I don’t sound like a giant bitch now cause I’m not (I think).  This happened with Bruno (aahh there he is again) too, I loved him from the first moment I heard his voice and never stopped loving him.  And I haven’t liked (I don’t want to use the word hate but..) Bieber from the moment I heard one of his songs for the first time. And for some reason I can’t stop feeling this way about him cause his first song ruined it all. I know that that’s probably not the right way to look at people but I guess that’s just who I am.

Am I the only one who’s like this or is this normal? Or is everyone always like ‘I love all of you, cute kittens, rainbows and unicorns'?

Once A Hooligan..?!

‘Once a Hooligan, Always a Hooligan.’ ‘Hooligan for life.’ I see lots of Hooligans saying this every day, and it always makes me happy. Bruno changed my life (and the life of many others) and I’ll never forget that. So yes, I will be a Hooligan for life. I know I can’t spend the rest of my life fangirling like crazy, but Bruno will always have a special place in my heart.

More and more Hooligans ‘for Life’ seem to decide that ‘for Life’ doesn’t mean anything and they completely turn their back on Bruno and move to another fanbase. I have no problem at all with people who are a part of 2,3 or 15 fanbases. But once someone starts with saying they’ll be a Hooligan (and this applies to all fanbases of course) forever and then just completely turn away from, that’s when I have a problem with you. This is happening especially now it’s quiet around Bruno, people lose interest and leave the fanbase. Fine, if that’s what they want. But if I see them coming back when Bruno releases his second album, I WILL find them…

Apparently ‘out of sight out of mind’ really applies to some people. But in my opinion, if you can leave Bruno because it’s quiet around him for a while (while he’s working his ass of for his second album to make US happy) or for any other reason, then you weren’t a real Hooligan to begin with. If he really means so much to you as you say, then show it and support him through everything. Or am I the only one who sees it like this?

That Awkward Moment

‘That awkward moment when you can’t read your own handwriting’ ‘That awkward moment when it’s raining’ ‘That awkward moment when there is food in your fridge’ ‘That awkward moment when you turn off the light and it becomes dark’ ‘That awkward moment when you flip your hair and boys don’t get overwhelmed’. I just got on twitter (surprise) and as usual I’m being bombarded with ‘That awkward moment..’ tweets. These tweets and the word  ‘awkward’ in general are really starting to get to me, I cant see them anymore without going crazy.

The problem with these tweets is that most of them aren’t even awkward or even remotely funny at all. People seem to feel the need too put ‘That awkward moment..’ in front of everything they say, but why? It almost seems like putting ‘That awkward moment..’ in front of very standard situations makes them funny. Well no, it only makes me want to slap you in the face.

Not all ‘That awkward moment..’ tweets are bad, some are actually quite funny, but the horrible and annoying ‘That awkward moment..’ tweets kind of ruined it for the good ones. I’ve come to the point where I don’t even read tweets that start with ‘That awkward..’ anymore, I just can’t see these words anymore without feeling the need to throw something through my screen. People ruined a good thing by overusing it, as usual.

I don’t know when this trend started and who started it, but if I ever come across that person I might have to subtly tell him/her how he/she ruined awkward moments. Then that person can continue to tweet what an awkward moment it was when someone didn’t like all the awkward moments. 

50 Things I Love About Bruno

1.       His voice

2.       The fact that he’s abnormally talented

3.       The fact that he can actually dance

4.       His sense of humor

5.       The fact that he sucks with technology

6.       His eyes

7.       The checkered shirts he’s always wearing

8.       His dimples

9.       His smile

10.   The fact that his live performances are better than the studio versions

11.   His teeth

12.   The way he raises his one eyebrow

13.   His hair (I swear I’ll touch it one day)

14.   His fedoras

15.   His shoes

16.   His nonexistent ass

17.   His tweets

18.   His really tight red jeans

19.   The booty tweets

20.   The way he doesn’t show us any shirtless pictures

21.   The silly faces he makes

22.   The way he doesn’t know how to change a background

23.   The fact that he’s so tiny

24.   The way he says he’s still a virgin

25.   The way he ties his shoes

26.   How his band plays a really important role on (and off) stage

27.   His chubby fingers

28.   His tattoos

29.   The ring he always wears around his index finger

30.   His carrot (wait what)

31.   His read beanie

32.   The energy he gives on stage

33.   The way he can wear ugly clothes and make it look really hot

34.   The funny moments videos (I cried from laughing)

35.   His friendship with phil

36.   The way he makes me jealous of a mic stand

37.   His hilarious answers to serious questions

38.   His booty follows

39.   How he’s always having fun on stage

40.   The Liquid Lavender video (pure genius)

41.   How he keeps his music simple and from the heart

42.   How he doesn’t forget where he’s coming from

43.   How he called himself a ‘Sex Dragon’

44.   The way he makes us all go crazy when he tweets

45.   How he can do a split (that must’ve hurt)

46.   The way he plays guitar

47.   His amazing lyrics

48.   How he appreciates everything that has happened to him

49.   The way he can’t even be serious at the Grammy’s

50.   The fact that he’s Bruno.

Concert Tickets

Finally your favorite artist is doing a tour and finally he/she/they’re coming to your country. Say hello to your heart almost beating out of your chest, sweaty hands, red cheeks, thoughts going crazy, exploding ovaries or whatever. Finally you have the chance to see them. But then the next challenge presents itself; will you be able to get concert tickets?

In my case it always seems to be a huge struggle to get tickets. The first time Bruno Mars (yep, there he is again) came to the Netherlands I found out one day before the show and of course there were no tickets available *le cry*. I promised myself I would never let that happen again and indeed, the next time I found out that he was coming a lot earlier. About 3 hours after all the tickets were sold out. I was never that frustrated in my life before. But I learned my lesson and a couple of days after that show a new show was announced.

So this time I knew about the show in time. Yay. But Bruno was becoming reeaaally popular so I wasn’t the only person in this country who wanted to go to his show, and people in this country are like sharks (sorry guys) so this was about to get difficult. To make things even more complicated I was having a test at the moment the tickets would be up for sale (you can imagine that I failed that test). Me and my friends convinced our parents to cancel all of their plans for that morning and sit in front of the computer and get those tickets or else…. I’m glad we did that cause the tickets were sold out in about 15 minutes (I told you they are sharks) and miraculously they got tickets. Apparently 3 times really is a charm and I was finally going to see Bruno. 

Well, I (barely) survived that  and then I got the chance to get tickets for Jason Mraz. I’ve been waiting for a chance to see him for almost 4 years so the sweaty hands and irregular heartbeats were back. And once again I had something to do in uni that I couldn’t miss and the friend I’m going with had a test. So once again it were our parents getting the tickets. I’m really starting to think that whoever decides when these tickets are up for sale has some form of deep hate for me, but I’m finally on the winning hand.

Fanbases On Twitter

Fanbases are everywhere so of course they’re on twitter too. Nothing wrong with that, in fact it’s good that fans can talk to other fans from all over the world. I know what its like when people in your ‘real’ life don’t know what you’re talking about when you’re going crazy about that new picture or a new song. But then you get on twitter and there are 56046290273 different people who feel exactly like you do. So twitter is a good place to fangirl, but..

Then there are the annoying fans. There are lots of Directioners (not all of them) and even more Beliebers (again not all of them) who feel the need to trend 5 different (usually stupid) things every single day. So when I look at the trend and I see 5 things that have to do with Bieber and 3 more about what the guys from One Direction did in the past 2 hours, I get really annoyed. We all know you love your idol (or you wouldn’t be the fan you are today) so there’s no need to trend things all the time to prove that. It only results in lots of annoyed people.

And then there are the obsessive protective fans. When you say one bad thing about their idol they go absolutely mental and start telling you what an horrible person you are. But then they proceed in telling how they hate your idol or some random other person. So they can say everything they want but as soon as someone says something back it suddenly isn’t okay anymore. Well that makes sense. Not.

So I think fans should just be ‘chill’, stop trending stuff every other minute and respect people from other fanbases. Cause in the end we’re not there to prove a point about who is the best artist or anything, in the end we’re all there to support our idols and to have fun.

Friday the 13th

IT’S FRIDAY, FRIDAY.. Friday the 13^th *shudder*. Stay away from black cats. Don’t walk under a ladder. Run away from broken mirrors. Or just stay inside all day, lock all the doors and hide till this day is over. Its Friday the 13^th and some people go crazy with their superstitions and I just casually laugh at them, oops. I was reading one of those free papers they give you at the train station this morning (yes sometimes I actually read a paper, I keep surprising myself) and there was this article about, and I hope I spell it right, ‘paraskavedekatriaphobia’ Yes. The fear of Friday the 13^th.

I don’t understand why people are afraid of this day and think it brings bad luck. So if you see a black cat today it’ll bring bad luck but if you see it tomorrow you’ll think it’s a cute animal? Sure. Next year I’ll just look for all the black cats, ladders and broken mirrors I can find to see if I have any bad luck that day, if I do, I’ll hide under my bed every coming Friday the 13^th.

But for me this wasn’t a bad day at all, its actually been a really good thay. Okay it isn’t even 2pm so who knows, maybe my tv will explode or something cause I saw a black cat today. So far I got tickets for Jason Mraz in November (dances through room like a crazy person) and my weekend started at 11am (also sings a song). So I have nothing to complain about, except maybe that the trains were all late but that happens almost every day so there’s no way I can blame that on Friday the 13^th.

I’m not afraid of Friday the 13^th and I’ll never be. A Friday is a Friday and I love Fridays, yes even Friday the 13^th. Friday means weekend and weekend means happy me, whether it starts on the 13^th or the 21^st. but I guess the very superstitious people among us should stay away from the black cats, ladders and broken mirrors and stay in bed all day, just to be sure.

When Bruno Tweets..

When I wake up I usually start my day with checking Bruno's tweets. And yes, usually Bruno tweeted while I was asleep (damn these timezones). It also happens that he decides to tweet just when I'm about to go to sleep. That usually results in me forgetting what sleep is, tweeting Bruno like crazy, not getting a reply, short depression and realization that I must get some sleep. But most of the time I wake up to find Bruno tweeted some of that genius stuff he likes to tweet. Ahem.

Bruno's tweets are either very funny, complete bullshit (funny bullshit actually, dangerous combination), something business like, complete bullshit (still funny), booty tweets, complete bullshit, sudden retweeting sprees or complete bullshit. My reaction to his tweets is usually 'what the hell is he trying to say here?' 'ohhh look his booty tweeted again' or 'Bruno? Are you okay?'. When his tweets actually make some sense I'm usually all like 'ahhhww he's working' 'aahhww he loves us' or 'Bruno finally learned what a hashtag is' (or hatch tag ofcourse).

Unfortunately it's almost impossible to get a tweet from Bruno. For some reason he ignores the very clever and epic tweets his fans tweet him and he then decides to tweet a random person saying some random stuff. But we won't give up, we keep on trying, and we wait anxiously in the couple of minutes after we tweeted him. When someone mentions us then, we freak out, almos have an heartattack, see its not Bruno and slowly get back to normal (well at least this is what happens to me).

So Bruno's tweets are usually random but epic. And I hope they stay this way. The moment he starts to tweet about nothing but his album or a new single or whatever we will have to have a serious conversation with him. I love his random tweets that actually show us what's going through his mind instead of being all businesslike.

IF I ever meet Bruno..

I want to, have to, need to, must meet Bruno one day. It might sound crazy but it would honestly make my life. I don't really care if it happens next year or in 20 years. I just want to tell him what he means to me and how he changed my life. A meet and greet might not be the best place to do this cause you have about 30 seconds time to say hi (if you're able to say something instead of just being like 'jsoskskssk', drooling and fainting), give him a hug and take a picture. No, I'd rather just bump into him on the street or something. If I wanna have a change of that I might have to move to LA or Hawaii though.

I just want him to know how he changed my life. Thanks to Bruno I met some amazing people on twitter and one of them actually became one of my really good friends. And ofcourse Bruno brought amazing live music back and I think that was just what we needed. I need to find a good and memorable way to let him know all these things though so I make sure he won't forget me. I don't know if I'd be able to say something if I met him though. When we were queuing for the concert I was already freaking out. When he came on stage I was freaking out again. I still don't know how I didn't die when the concert actually started. That moment when you hear 'it's better if you don't understand' is just asdfghjkl indescribable. So when that is my reaction when I see him on stage, what would be my reaction if I ever had the chance to say something to him? I think I might have to call an ambulance in advance, just to be sure.

So I just want Bruno to know how he changed my life and I'm sure (I hope) that one day I'll get the change to tell him.

Sleeping Blues

My sleeping rhythm is messed up. I’m pretty sure something went wrong and I was supposed to be a hedgehog or some other animal that lives during the night. For some reason my head decided that sleeping is something you should do during the day and that nighttime is a good time to clean your room or start studying for a test. Unfortunately most people don’t agree with that sleep-all-day-lifestyle so I still have ‘unnecessary’ things like uni and work during the day. Its probably a good thing I have them cause they kind of sort of maybe possibly keep my rhythm a little normal. Never seeing any daylight and sun wouldn’t be any fun either.

So during the day I’m always tired, walking around like a zombie. At about 7pm I start getting more active. When I feel like it’s a good time to get some sleep –you can see this coming-  I’m walking around the house wide awake. When I finally get my head to understand I should really get some sleep its usually somewhere past midnight. And even then it takes me a loooong time to fall asleep. Once I really convinced myself to get some sleep my head suddenly decides to prank me by starting some crazy thought machine or something. Suddenly I find myself wondering about the meaning of life or what would happen if you died in space. Would you just float around forever so that the people who are going to their holiday homes on the moon in 50 years, can see you floating around? Most of the time I fall asleep thinking things like this and that usually results in crazy and messed up dreams.

I always regret not going to bed earlier when I have to wake up really early the next morning. But for some reason I seem to forget that during the day and then I do it all again. As a result I’m always tired and no matter how much I sleep during the weekends, it’s never quite enough to catch up on  all the lost sleep. Suddenly hibernation doesn’t sound too bad at all.

Old Boybands

‘IT MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT IT AINT NO LIE, BABY BYE BYE BYE!’ I was on YouTube, listening to some old songs today. Then I came across music from *NSYNC. I listened to some of their songs and realized I could still sing along to all of their songs like I heard them yesterday. While I was listening I got hit by about 25 thousand memories from my childhood. When I was done with reliving that part of my life I moved on to the Backstreet boys and Westlife. The exact same thing happened. I felt like I was teleported more than 10 years back in time, suddenly I was that little girl again, dancing through my room, singing along to all of their songs like Bye Bye Bye, Uptown Girl and I Want It That Way. These songs pretty much dominated my childhood, I would sing them all day long, driving my parents crazy. (especially cause my English sucked so the sounds I produced probably sounded more like a caveman trying to sing than an 8 year old girl).  

Looking at the video’s I realized something else, their outfits looked pretty.. weird. Their clothes were just horrible. I know they were very ‘fashionable’ in ‘their’ time and I’ll probably laugh my ass of at the clothes we’re wearing nowadays in 10 years too but it sure was hilarious. They looked ridiculous in their matching clothes (like orange jumpsuits with their sparkly names on the back), but that just adds to the fun. And I’m not even gonna start about their hair. They were really talented though, and they could really dance.. sort of, not something you see a lot in boy bands these days.

And in my opinion, music nowadays is.. different. I love a lot of the artists that are really big now like Bruno Mars (surprise), Beyoncé, Jason Mraz etc. But I’d choose songs from these old boy bands over songs from ‘modern day’ boy bands or artists like Pitbull anytime (not that their music is bad, its just different). In my opinion this music from the 90s is just so much better than some of the music we are bombarded with these days.

Easter Jokes

I’m not religious so Easter doesn’t really have a ‘meaning’ for me. Usually its just another chance to eat a lot. To make it even better I live in a country where we have 2 days of Easter so that means 2 days of eating. Yay. My mom usually makes a (very delicious) Easter breakfast and we just spend some time with family, eating way too much. I always feel like a balloon that has too much air in it, ready to explode at the end of the day. Also, my parents always thought Easter was the perfect time to prank me.  I don’t know why but apparently they loved to embarrass me.

When I was 4 years old I came home a couple of days before Easter with a gigantic paper bunny. I put it on the table so everyone could admire it. I went to sleep the night before Easter and my dad put chocolate eggs all around the bunny. I woke up, went downstairs to feast on my mom’s amazing Easter breakfast and then I saw it. My paper bunny laid eggs and was having babies. I freaked out and told everyone what just happened. I ignored the fact that paper bunnies can’t have babies, especially not when those babies are shaped like little chocolate eggs. My dad told me that it was a joke the night before I had to go to school again so I wouldn’t tell all the kids there about that ‘miracle’. I was devastated that I wasn’t gonna have baby bunnies. My dad still laughs at me for that.

The next year I came home with sunflower seeds. I put them in the ground the day before Easter. While I was asleep (again) my mom went to the store and brought big sunflowers and planted them. I woke up the next morning and saw the flowers. I thought some sort of miracle happened and told everyone that the Easter bunny could do magic, it could make flowers grow in one night. And yes, my dad still laughs at me for that too.

So for me Easter is just a time of eating, spending time with family and being laughed at. It’s time for revenge and it will be sweet. Very sweet.

The Hunger Games

‘I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE’ I have heard this sentence about 5 million times in the past few weeks and if I hear it one more time I might throw my TV out of the window. The Hunger Games appeared out of nowhere and caused a global obsession. Suddenly everyone was either talking about The Hunger Games, going to the movie, coming home from the movie or reading the book. I don’t get this whole obsession. I must be the last person on earth who couldn’t care less about it, but I just don’t get why it’s supposed to be so amazing.  The commercial annoys me to death, it’s on TV all the time and it doesn’t give a good insight in the movie at all (that may be just the Dutch commercial though). The commercial kind of ruined the whole movie for me, because it annoys me so much I don’t even want to see it anymore (I know, I should never judge a movie by its commercial but..). Plus the storyline kind of comes across as one of those old gladiator tales to me, not something I would like. And then there’s the name of the characters, I don’t know what the author of the book was thinking when she gave those names to the characters but they’re just plain weird if you ask me.

I might go and see the movie, just because everyone loves it so much and I wanna know what all this hysteria is about. Maybe I should just give it a shot. But if I feel the same way about it as I felt about Twilight (global obsession about a horrible movie) I might feel the need to run away from the cinema after 30 minutes. But who knows, maybe I’ll love it.

Bruno & Fangirling

A couple of years ago I promised myself that I would never ever EVER turn into a crazy fangirl. That worked out really well. Not. I used to be very irritated by fangirls and look at me now. Even though I must say that I’m not as crazy and obsessed as some of the really annoying Beliebers out there (sorry). But then Bruno came around and kind of ruined it all. And once you become a fangirl, there is no way getting around it. Whenever I’m bored I just think about what it will be like to meet Bruno and stuff like that. I really REALLY want him to know how he changed my life so I just HAVE to meet him, one way or the other. Thanks to him I met some really amazing people and I want him to know what he and his music did for me. But if I ever meet him it’ll probably be really different than what I think it’ll be. I’d be nervous as hell and probably say some stupid shit like ‘Wow. Your nose looks really good today’. Awks. Okay, back to fangirling;

It pretty much all starts when I wake up. The first thing I do is check Bruno’s twitter to see if he dared to tweet while I was asleep, he usually did thanks to those amazing timezones. His tweets are hilarious compared to the tweets of other artists, so it happened on more than one occasion that I found myself laughing out loud at 7am. Can’t get a better start of your day. But seriously, his tweets are the best out there. They vary from ‘Boobs :)’, ‘Frikikikiki’ and ‘Me in front of a toilet’ to ‘I’m so mad I just threw my car over the mountains’ and  ‘Maybe I’m overreacting just a little.. imma go try and find my car now’. You might think those tweets are weird but.. nope, they are awesome. No discussion. Sometimes it happens that I wake up to see he did a Q&A and that’s when I feel like throwing my parents car over the mountains (there are no mountains in this country so imagine how far I’d have to throw then).

At uni or work no one understands my fangirling so I have to make up for the lost hours when I get home by fangirling even more. I love to sing along to his songs at the top of my lungs but I usually save this for the moments when I’m home alone, cause when I sing it sounds like someone is slowly killing his dog. It gets awkward when I forget to close my window and then the neighbors compliment me on that nice show I just gave them. Shit.

When I wanna go to sleep Bruno usually decides to tweet something like how he’s about to sing with Elton John. Okay, fine then, who needs sleep anyway? Then all Hooligans go crazy, we tweet Bruno weird and stupid things in hopes he replies to us, which he never does. He tweets, creeps and gets the hell out of there. Great strategy. After those crazy moments I go to sleep and do it all over again the next day. I guess fangirling really is a way of living like this girl already said. AND I REGRET NOTHING. 

Spiders

Spiders are evil creatures from hell. No seriously, I hate those creepy crawling tickling gross animals. Yuk. My fear of them might be totally irrational, in fact I know its totally irrational, but that’s where the irrational part of me kicks in. Whenever I see a spider, I scream. I don’t care if it’s the size of my phone or the size of a grain of rice. A spider is a spiders so I scream. Whenever one of those devilish creatures finds its way into my house I have to mobilize either my dad or my little brother (shame) to get rid of the creature. Usually they laugh at me when they see the size of ‘the huge monster’ and they chase me with it. As if that isn’t bad enough already you can imagine that its quite a disaster when I’m home alone and I find a spider. That usually results in me grabbing a shoe (my fathers shoe usually, I don’t want spider parts on my own shoes) and hitting the spider until I’m sure it’s really dead. Spiders and I don't really get along.

My fear of spiders started when I was just a little girl. My first creepy encounter with a spider was  when I was just casually putting on my shoes when my toe bumped into something. Thinking it was a little rock or something, I turned my shoe upside down and slammed it until the ‘rock’ fell out. I don’t think I ever screamed that hard before. The rock turned out  to be a spider who used my shoe as its new house . The spider seemed a little disoriented from its rude awakening and I used this opportunity to hit it until it must’ve died about 5 times. Well you can never be too certain. So that was the first traumatizing experience. About a year later I was running through a little space between two bushes. Too bad I didn’t see the two ginormous fat spiders hanging in between those bushes. Two seconds later I was screaming and jumping up and down like crazy cause those spiders were now casually chilling on my legs. As if that wasn’t enough I once had an invasion of tiny spiders in my room too. I left my window open, unknowing that a spider decided to make a nest just under my window. Her little baby spiders thought it would be fun to go on an expedition in my room. My dad spent the next 2 hours vacuuming everything again and again. I have never been scared to find any spiders in my bed, but that night I inspected my bed about 10 times.

I’m not the kind of girl who gets scared for nothing, but when I see a spider I’ll run away and scream like a little kid. I don’t like them invading my personal space and I would definitely be very happy in a world without spiders. Its not like we really need them anyways. I could live with all the extra mosquitos and other bugs. As long as I’ll never have to see another spider I’ll be okay.

Me vs Technology

This is a battle that has been going on for a loooong time. It pretty much starts when I turn on my laptop. It usually starts making really weird noises and I just hope it doesn’t explode. After I survived those 2 anxious minutes the next problem presents itself. How to open 10 different programs without lagging? Well my laptop can’t do that. It can handle word and Internet, but as soon as I open something else it just freezes. This is usually the point where I get really frustrated so I just close my laptop and ignore it for the rest of the day (or until I have something reaaally important to do). Good thing I have an iPod and phone with internet.

Lets try to watch some tv. I turn on the tv and as soon as I try to change the channels it goes wrong. I hear some sort of ‘tsshkkhh’ and the screen just goes black. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but I guess my presence is just not doing anything with electricity in it any good.

Then it’s dinnertime. My parents are gone so its time for me to be a big girl and make my own food. I make my way to the freezer and find a pizza, which is a good thing cause I can’t cook. The endless struggle to turn on the oven starts now, we have a very high-tech 3 in 1 oven thingy and its really confusing. So after a couple of minutes of frowning and wondering how the hell this thing works I turn the oven on. After about 5 minutes I smell something  weird and smoke starts coming out of the oven. Quickly I turn it off ( thank god I actually know how to do that) and I cautiously open it. My pizza turned into a soft squishy mess. Apparently I can’t even make a pizza, but no one saw what was going on here so I’m just gonna pretend nothing happened. No one will ever know about this. But then, a couple of days later, I have friends coming over for dinner. Someone brings bread and yes, that has to go in the oven. I pretend like I have it all under control, the bread is peacefully sitting in the oven and everything seems to be going quite well. Yes. 3 minutes later someone asks me what that horrible smell is. The bread is totally black, inside and out. I cant even bake bread. Try to explain that to your friends.. lets just say I’m a little clumsy.

Technology is obviously winning this fight and I think it might be better for me to stay in bed from now on, I don’t want people to get hurt.

Bipolar weather

I’m just gonna get my frustrations out there, the weather in this country is messed up. Last week everyone was walking around in shorts and t-shirts cause the weather was a-ma-zing for the time of the year. (I actually got a little tan, and yes I am proud of that). We all immediately forgot that it was freezing 20 degrees just a couple of weeks before and pretended like it was summer. Which is was, for a couple of days. And then April came around and it started freezing at night. FREEZING. In April.
As a result I’m almost constantly having a cold cause my body doesn’t know if its summer, winter or fall anymore. And all those poor little birds were getting ready to have a family and then it starts freezing at night. I can almost read the confusion in their tiny little eyes.

While I keep sneezing I can see that the weather  people/meteorologists/however you wanna call them,  are kinda confused too. They start off with telling me (with a big smile on their face) that the weather will continue to be amazing. I wake up the next morning and all I see is clouds. Well okay, everyone makes mistakes. Lets try this again. The next day I’m watching the weather forecast again; ‘there might be some snow tomorrow.’ I start freaking out, its April and I don’t want  to see any snow till December at least. So I walk around all day cautiously looking outside, hoping there wouldn’t be any snow. My worries have been for nothing though, it didn’t even freeze and I didn’t see any rain either.

I’m curious what the weather forecast is gonna look like tonight. Maybe those people can actually really tell me what to expect or maybe I’ll wake up in the next ice-age tomorrow. If the weather continues to be messed up like this I’ll just move to Hawaii. Aloha.

Fangirling

As you might have noticed, I love Bruno Mars a LOT. He literally changed my life. I remember the day I first heard his voice in Nothin' On You and thats when the fangirling started. From that day on I've been an Hooligan. (yep, Hooligans are Bruno's fans. I'm not an actual things-molesting-hooligan). So I started fangirling and googling and everything that comes with it.
And then I discovered the wonderful and amazing world of Twitter. Twitter just added to my fangirling, now I could stalk Bruno's twitterpage and fangirl with all these other Hooligans. Needless to say I've been spending a lot of time there (I still have a life though, I'm not always on the internet).
Anyways, fangirling has brought me a lot, amazing music and amazing memories. From laughing my ass of at one of Bruno's bootytweets (even his booty tweets) to almost crying my eyes out when he got off stage at the end of the concert. From watching his video's on youtube to almost having an heartattack in the couple of minutes before I could finally hear a new song. From drooling over pictures to yelling at Adele cause she won all the Grammy's, she deserved them though, but all of them? Really Adele, really? From dying of laughter at Bruno's hilarious sense of humor to just wishing he would finally take his shirt off. From meeting amazing people from all over the world to wondering why they live all over the world instead of next door.
Yup, that's the hard but amazing life of a dedicated Hooligan. If  I may say so myself. :)

First blog, first post, first everything

First blog, first post, first everything.
Let me start by telling you something about me. I'm a crazy, insane and a little weird girl (please don't get scared) who loves to laugh and talks waaayy too much. I'm totally crazy about Bruno Mars, I don't really want to use the word 'obsessed' but thats what it really comes down to. I fell in love with his voice the first tim- okay enough of that (for now), I think it's clear that I love him.. a lot.
Anyway, I really love writing, which is kind of convenient when you decide to start a blog, I just don't know if I'm any good at it.
I like to think of my life as the life of any 'normal' (well I don't really have a definition of normal but..) 18 year old girl. I love food (lots and lots of food), shopping, spending time with friends, going out and last but not least; more food.
Well I think that's it for this first 'all about me' post. But beware, there might be lots of posts filled with nonsense and fangirling to come. Oh and maybe some in which I actually have to say something, maybe I'll surprise you.. and myself for that matter.