Did I ever say an engagement was an elephant, madam?

Woo managed to finish knitting my new bag in time for Friday, result!

Also, Netherlands chapter, check. On to the intro, where we actually get on to recent terrorist naughtiness.

HEMA sent me the jaaropgaaf 2006 only. Specifically asked for 2005 as well, silly Amsterdamse Eenheidsmaatschappij.

Furthermore, tapas recipies and grocerie list for Friday, check! I insisted on gambas.

Received my first bday card! I think it's off Jo bless her.

Me and Nouk have discovered Twitter and Gavin & Stacey. We're so last year it hurts.

Six pages, despite Nouk and Ria distracting me.

I feel drowsy, hungry and slightly claustrophobic. I need to get out of this room and away from this laptop. Book or telly? Sigh.

I need to get myself some wool, I miss the knitting from last time.

My parents have booked a hotel/appartment for four people in Manchester for 17-20 December. There's me, my mum, my dad and hopefully Nouk. Marieke really wants to come but we might have to accept that'll be impossible with her classes and all. Then my auntie. She's coming, my cousin Mariella is (the one who got married), and now my uncle and other cousin with girlfriend might come as well! It's lovely and all, but I really hope they won't expect me to arrange tickets for the ceremony for all of them. Frankly, I'd be lucky to get four, and I asked Hsins to come as well. Ah well, we'll see.. I'm very excited about it all anyway. I'm thinking about flying to the UK straight after Sinterklaas, and plan my Manchester/Liverpool/York/London blitzbesuchs accordingly.

Planning all this makes me really happy, because I've been feeling absolutely shite recently. I'm just sitting around waiting for the hospital to call, making myself more and more depressed by thinking about how useless I am, and that I should be working, and that i'll never get a good job. I also really miss having some good friends around, because two out of my three good friends here have gone abroad, and Nouk and Mariek are too busy with their own lives (and so they should be) to spend that much time with a useless bum such as myself.

I've been devising loads of little plans to keep busy, and distract myself from the endless wallowing and self-pity that is so very unlike me. Today I've baked cookies with Nouk. Doctor Who-cies to be exact, and they look really pretty, but are inedible because we used too much salt. Oops. Anyway, here I am, knitting and baking, thinking seriously about opting for a career as housewife. Do I really need to find a husband for that?

I need 9 fillings.

NINE.

I've not only started to imagine tooth aches I didn't have before, I've also started to panick-brush and floss at the most random times. I broke a bit of floss string earlier and now it's stuck and sore. It's not just my knees and teeth, it feels like my stupid body is falling apart now that I've stopped being a student and having a purpose. Bwah. At least fitness training with Freek starts tomorrow.

As for other news, I have taken up knitting again.