11 oktober 2009

omg, i lost my password ö

Hi everybody!
It's been ages since I last wrote to you, but I lost my password! I tried to log in, but every word I could think of was wrong. And then, the support of Google accounts bailed on me, leaving me blogless - hihi, I love to make up new words. Ok, it's my one stupid fault I lost it, but when I tried to reset it, it wouldn't work. No e-mail to change my password in my inbox, no blog for me to write or for you to read. But now, Google decided to be kind to me, and here it is, my next blog.
Friday 2 october, I went to MS Hoeve, to a party called 'Bernie is burning'. Everyone from school was there and it was unforgettable. People hooked up with people they shouldn't have, people came just to fight (what a hobby!) and ofcourse, people were drunk. Ain't no party like an alcoholic party ;D
Wednesday, I had to clear out my room. My best friend Moriah, came to help me out. First of all, you should know that I can't seem to throw things away. A quality I inherited from my grandfather and is a annoyance to most people who occasionally come into my room. So I had to throw lots of clutter away from my mother, but the problem is that it isn't clutter to me. To me
it's something that reminds me of a fun day I had with a friend, something that I could use later one, something that is cute, ... While Moriah was making fun of the stupid things I still have like the Flugel-flags I took from Boozers in Lloret, a festival bracelet from years ago or little notes people gave to me on schooltrips, I was analysing every little thing -should I keep it or not?
My tendency toward storing everything was very clear today as well. Last night, I went over at Moriah's to sleep over and today I helped her clean out her room. On the contrary of Moriah's help wednesday, which means lying on my bed checking out Netlog and Facebook and being a dj (we love iTunes), I was very alert and I took a quarter of all the things she wanted to throw away to my room. I now have a full cloathing closet, my drawers are full and my make-up basket is updated. She just throws away everything and I keep everything.
Now I have some work to do for school and I can't do it at lunch, because I have a meeting about Chrysostomos - I am the dance coördinator.
I'll write more often from now on :)

Lots of love,
Tascha ♥

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