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Yesterday... we went to Groningen very early, and went to the consevatorium (school of music). We walked around a bit, and went to the classroom for light pianomusic since there was no keyboardclass anymore. There were a few people busy, so my mom and I went to a concerthall, where some students were playing.
We sat down behind a man and a woman. At first I didn't notice anything strange, the woman was tall, had long blonde hair, was young, the man was pretty old, and had grey hair, which looked a bit weird.
A while later my mom whispered: look at that man's hair, so I did, and it was strange, because the parting is mostly at the top of your head, but the man had the parting at the lower part of his head. I looked better at it, and I saw he had combed the hair that was growing lower at his head, up, over his head, to hide his baldness. It looked really weird.
Well, then the woman said something, and I noticed it wasn't a woman, but a man. He had blonde long hair, very long, a pale but a bit blushing, and a smooth face. He had the features of a woman, but when I looked better I could see he was a man... he looked like an elf, escaped from Tolkien's book. A while later he climbed to his feet, and walked to the door to close it, and I got a look at his clothes. Doc. Martens, black velvet pants which were a bit wider around the lower part of his legs, hippie-like, a white button-up shirt with a colorful bow-tie, and a red jacket. He looked like he came from 1800 or so. And strangely I recognized him. I've seen him 2 years ago, also at the consevatorium. His hair was shorter back then, but he was just as impressive as he was now, with his angel-like face.
Well, a while later we went back to the pianoclassroom, sadly leaving the gorgeous elf alone. We went in, and talked to the teacher who talked really stupid, preppy or how they call it. I could just suppress to repeat him as he said 'voor'. Anyways, he told me light music was a lot of Jazz, and if I didn't like Jazz, then I shouldn't do it. Well, I HATE Jazz, so that wasn't an option. So we went to classical pianomusic. Well, that guy didn't tell me much I liked either. He told me I had to take pianoclasses, because I'm not used to piano since I've beenp laying keyboard for 8 years and never had an official pianolesson. He said, when I was eighteen I should come back, and do the exam. But I don't want to wait that long, and I don't really like classical music that much. So I think I'm going to look at the consevatorium in Enschede, because it's more pop and rock.

Anyways, we left the school, and decided to go into town. So we went there, looked around, saw some shops, but nothing interesting, and then there was a market. I wanted to go there, because I like it, and a booth had really cool clothes, and since I only had 1 pair of pants which I could wear left, I looked if I could find any nice trousers. I didn't think I could find any, because I'm so terribly picky, but strangely I found 3 pair of pants I liked! A black one, a blue corduroy and a wide green corduroy one. I fitted them, and got the good sizes, and found a nice t-shirt, blue with a chinese/japanese sign on it, and my mom bought them for me. It was strange, I NEVER ever find clothes I like, I have such a weird taste.

Well, then we had dinner somewhere, and then we went home. We prepared the party for that night.

Around 8 o'clock the first one came, Anita, then Thierry and Jurjen. They both had presents for me, Thierry gave me a little stuffen cow which said 'moo' when you pinched it, to put on my bag, and Jurjen gave me the coolest thing ever, well, it also came from Jorn although he couldn't come, this little Japanese guide. Well, then Paula came, then Bart, and then Anita & I went to the busstop, to pick up Simen, Nienke and Wytske, and we went home.
We hung around some, and then we started to watch a movie, The Crow. I had seen it before, but I liked to see it another time, and Anita had just bought it, and some other people hadn't seen it, which we had to change of course. It was a great movie.
Then we shove the table out of the way, and put two matresses in the living-room, so we could lie down, and started to watch the movie Dogma.
Suddenly I heard some strange sounds, and I didn't know what it was, until I smelled it. Jurjen had vomitted all over the place. On the matress, on his own clothes, Simen's, Wytske's clothes, on the couch, the floor, everything was a mess. He couldn't help it, of course, but it was really dirty. Apparantly he didn't chew his dinner very well, because I could see it was macaroni. Well, Jurjen got cleaned up, vomitted a few times again, and we called his father. I borrowed him a sweater and my new green pants, and when his father came he went home. I felt really sorry for Jurjen.
Anways, when everything got cleaned up, we watched the rest of Dogma, and then we changed into our pyama's, well, except for Bart who was already asleep and Simen & Wytske who just slept in their clothes, and put another matress in the room, and Simen took his airbed. We were laying there like this: Paula at the couch, Simen at his airbed, Wytske & Nienke sharing a matress, Bart & Anita sharing a matress, and Thierry & Me sharing a matress. Well, we watched the Matrix a bit, and some fell asleep. Nienke started to talk in her sleep, and it was really funny, because Anita asked her questions, and she replied to it. "what's your age?" "two".
Well, around 4:30 I fell asleep, and around 8 o'clock I woke up. A few hours later we all got up, and got dressed, had breakfast, and hung around some. Then we had dinner, and slowly everyone's parents came to pick them up.

Later I cleaned the living-room, and ducked behind the computer.
posted by <$BlogItemNickname$>-Value on Sunday, November 17, 2002

music: Silverchair: My Favourite thing

I felt like blogging today although I haven't a site. I really need to get a host somewhere. Envy.nu fucks up my layout, and brinkster.com doesn't reply damnit.

anyways, Saturday I'm giving a party, and I'm really looking forward to it. And that morning I'm going to the school of music, and probably I have to play something. I think I rather want to study classical piano instead of light piano music.

talking about music, um, what was I going to write? oh yes. Next tuesday there's this 'music evening' at our school, and I have to play or sing something, and because I don't want to sing with the stupid choir, just like last year, I asked my friend if she wanted to sing, and then I'm going to play the piano. We're gonna practise in the 6th hour, I hope a musicclassroom is open then. First a meeting about the newspaper, it sucked the last time, so I hope it'll be cool this time.
posted by <$BlogItemNickname$>-Value on Wednesday, November 13, 2002

well well, the first post. Actually it's the second, but blogger deleted it. Welcome to my crappy site, I'll upload the layout sunday.
posted by <$BlogItemNickname$>-Value on Thursday, November 07, 2002