Holiday (Celebrate)

I've just finished my finals! Woo-hoo! And now I'll have to wait about three weeks before I know if I'm going to graduate. Keeping my fingers crossed... but I seriously don't know if I did well. I hope so! However: I'm finished with school (unless I failed, but I don't want to be too pessimistic) and my summer holiday has just started. I hope that I can start with my life as a student in a few months, and not only because that means I can buy new stuff when I'm going to rent my own apartment. No. Well.. Ok, it does mean that I can buy new stuff. Damn, you got me.

(But seriously, I can't wait to go to IKEA and spend my whole bankaccount on furniture and everything you need when you're moving out)

We Are Losers

Today is a sad day for the Dutch society. We didn't make it to the final for the sixth time in a row. That offically makes us the worst participant of the Eurovision Songcontest ever. What a shame. But nobody blames Sieneke. No, next year the Tros will participate with a dutch song again. They still believe that's the only way to make it into the final. Well, you rocked the hurdy-gurdy girl. I'm proud of you. And now come back home to eat your potatoes with gravy and vegetables.

Shalalie Shalala

The Eurovision Song Contest. Or, in other words, the East-Europian And Rich Countries Song Contest. We aren't East Europian nor very rich, so we haven't been very succesfully during the last decade. In 1998 we were third runner-up with Edsilia Rombley and 'Hemel & Aarde' and one year later countries were allowed to sing in english. Bu-bye Holland. We haven't reached the final ever since. But this year, Pierre Cartner - you know him. The Smurfs. Watercrane. Keyhole - wrote a Dutch song about eating ice cream in Paris, a beach in Lisbon, an airplane to Oslo, a café in Trinidad and a terrace in Berlin with a catchy chorus: shalalie shalala. Nobody likes it, but he thinks it will be a winning song. And that winning song is performed by Sieneke, a 18 year old hairdresser that doesn't speak english. She tries though. She thinks her song 'does not go out your head'. May I introduce you to our hot mess: Ik ben verliefd (shalalie)

Yeah, girl's a winner. I prefer the english version:

Good luck girl.

Music

I download tons of music every month (but sometimes I feel kinda bad for the artists and then I buy a couple of CD's that I import in iTunes and never use afterwards). I need my daily dose of music, can't live without it. That means the radio is turned on 24/7 and that my iPod goes everywhere I go.

I can't describe my taste - because I listen to almost everything but rap & hiphop - but here are some songs that I love and have listened very often recently. What is your taste of music? Tell me!

Pets

We have three cats. Lizzy - a bit fat and the youngest of the pack -, Loesje - thin as a stick - and Rosa - a lazy old cat that looks like a sausage with feet and mostly sleeps- who each represent their owner, in fysical appearance and behaviour. Lizzy is 'The one who can cry so hard it hurts' cat - they have a chubby body and a biting addiction in common. Loesje is 'The one made of pure bitchiness' cat - both extremely thin. Rosa is mine. I'm not going to explain why she looks like me. But I have to say that sleeping is one of my hobbies. Too bad we don't have dogs, because they tend to look like their owners even more...

Have a nice day. I'm going to feed my cat and eat some bread myself, we are hungry.

Little Sisters

I am the oldest of three sisters. In some ways, that's awesome. In most ways, it's just a curse. Seriously. You know what's the problem with being the oldest sister? When you're sixteen, your parents are very worried about you, because they're afraid that you will end up in rehab now you're legally allowed to drink booze. The get really overprotective, because it's all new. When your little sisters turn sixteen, your parents ask them if they want some wine and tell them that it's ok if they want to party next saturday.

And worse: everything is always your fault, because you are wise enough to know better. I get really annoyed when my mum starts that speech again. Anyway, example number 1. Little sister number 1 - to be called 'the one who can cry so loud it hurts' hereafter - can get really angry. Really, really angry. She get's furious, for no explicit reason. She just gets furious and starts to cry, to scream, to bite, to kick and to slap. And when I react by jelling at her, it's my fault - because I shouldn't react in the first place, according to my parents. Example number 2. Little sister number 2 - to be called 'the one mostly made of pure bitchiness - can be extremely annoying, in a way all little sisters do, but a bit worser. When I go to school by bus and she takes her bike, she complains. Whatever, that isn't my problem. The one mostly made of pure bitchiness is a star in answering questions in the most bitchy way she can imagine. Yeah, life is hard when you can't do anything to make them stop - then hell just breakes loose. Being the oldest is so unfair.

But you know what: I don't have to use old stuff from my oldest sister. Ha. 1-1.

(By the way: I do love my sisters, but bitching about everything is something that happens in every household with a lot of girls)

Go Go Concentration (Or Not)

Studying for my finals is hard. Not just because I have so much to learn, but because I really can't focus when it's neccessary. This is an example of my inner monologue when I open my chemistry book.

'Hmm. Well, I'm going to study for one hour and then it's time for a break. I'm going to do this. Concentrate! Focus! You can do it girl!'

*turns on iPod*

'This song sucks. Wait, I have to create a learning playlist first! Let's see...'

'And I need a drink too, before I begin. I wonder if there's some coke left.'

'And a sandwhich'

'Or maybe two. With cheese, or ham..'

'Gosh, where have I left my pencils and calculator? I need them right now.'

'I think it's better to listen to the radio right now. No iPod.'

'Crap, I need a computer for that!'

*closes book*

'I think I'm going to download that song right now, i'm already using the computer now...'

'Sweet! Got my salary! Maybe I... Okay, just going to search for a new pair of shoes and then back to sience.'

'And it isn't a crime to check my mail and twitter too... Just five more minutes.'

*two hours later*

'Oh crap.'

'Well. Let's eat lucnh first. Then I'm going to study. For real.'



I'm easily distracted. Concentration isn't my cup of tea, I'm afraid. I can be very focused though - but only on stuff that I like to be focused on. Like watching tv or reading a fashion magazine...

I'm glad that I'm nearly finished with my finals. Thank God. Just two more...

Hi.

Before I introduce myself, I want to introduce you to a problem that is common to every woman on earth. I guess that, if you are one of us, you instantly know what I mean. We buy too much. Of everything. And what's even worse: we don't need it. We are very materialistic girls.

When we're running out of shampoo and conditioner, we buy four different versions of the same product. One shampoo for shiny hair, one for greasy hair, one for tangled hair and one for soft hair - with matching conditioners, of course. Out of showergel? We buy an unnamed number of bottles in different scents. And most important is that they all do something different for your skin, like scrubbing, moisturising, adding a healthy glow... Whatever. We don't buy one lipgloss. We buy at least five. Or more. More is always better. We have twelve different shades of blush, thirty shades of eyeshadow and seven mascaras. Twenty lipsticks, sixteen lipbalms (that are always missing, because we keep two of them in our pockets, five in our bags, six at random places like tables and chairs and five next to our bed, for emergencies at night), four shimmering powders and about fifty bottles of nailpolish. We are addicted to buying stuff we don't need, especially shoes and bags. Men don't understand that whe 'need' a minimum of thirty pairs of shoes - they can live with just two pairs of extremely dirty sneakers. And that's the difference between men and women. Men buy stuff, because they need it. When you have worn the same pair of sneakers for about three years, you need new ones, because walking on bare feet isn't an option. We, women, don't agree with that. We buy new shoes for every ocasion.

I'm a very feminine girl - my bedroom is stuffed with piles of clothes (some of them still with a price tag attached), too much make-up, shoes, bags, necklaces, bracelets and a shitload of soap and shampoo. But I don't care about that, because that is who I am: I am Jolijn, 18 years old, and a girl with too much of everything that she doesn't need. Hi. Nice to meet you.