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Is happiness the key of life? Should it be? Is it the golden rule of life to wake up every morning with a smile on my face to reassure that my life is perfect? I hate perfection. And I also hate to jinx things, so when I do say that my life is perfect I am sure something really bad is going to happen. I get hit by a piano on my way to work, or my landlord calls that the building burned down, something like that. So I settle for a 7, calculated by the fact that I am happy seven out of ten days, wich I think makes a excellent grade for my, self proclaimed, mediocre life.
I am a 29 year old woman and I’m on the verge of a breakdown, no, just kidding. I’m still a student, I’m a late one. Not to confuse with a lazy one. I’m starting my thirth course in september, for I worked most of my years after graduation. I descided I wanted more out of life then stacking shelfs and filled in an application for the communication program at college and I got in, after a big and difficult test. Okay, okay, it wasn’t that hard. But after a struggling relationship between me and my assignments I came to the conclussion that it didn’t work out. But I did manage to get my propaedeutic degree, so that’s worth something. So that was my first course. After that I had the insane idea that teaching geography could be my thing, bit there wasn’t a poorer match in the world then that.
Oh I forgot to mention, I'm dutch. Really dutch because I eat Gouda cheese, I own two bicycles, both flat tired though. But I do not smook weed! Weed is bad. Beer is good! I have one sister, who is 26 and a brother who is turning twenty and he lives with my mom. My parents are divorced and my mom got re-married and my stephdad is the best. I haven't spoken to my own dad in a couple of months.
I’ve been working part time at the movie theatre for the last four months or so. And no, I am not the happy person who sells you you’re slurpy or popcorn. No! Three mornings a week, I clean all the garbage people leave while enjoying their delight evening of fun and laughter, or angst and terror. It’s not a dream job, but it pays the bills and it gets me into the movies for free.
I have roommates, well, not actually roommates because we all have our own livingroom and bedroom. But we do share the bathrooms (3!), toilets and kitchen. Wich are rooms right? So they are indeed my roommates. But they are the worse, they never clean the toilets or the bathroom, that is on my expense. They do stand in line to get it dirty again, so it really is a bottemless pit. But hey, I like to rest my buttocks on a clean and fresh toilet seat. So I just keep doing it over and over again, just for my own sensation. But the kitchen is really clean.
Creativity, I have it, but I don’t know how to express it most of the time. I’m writing a book, that is working really well. It’s just an escape route to my weird, creepy and sometimes strange humorous thoughts and fantasies. But sometimes I just like to draw something, and lately I have the tendency to paint, but I just don’t have the space. There are three art studio’s in the building where I live and everyday I walk by them and I see the paint just laying on tables and palettes, waiting to make their way on the canvas. I just stand there for a while and wonder what my hands would create with it. But honestly I don’t think I am good enough, or ever will be. One of my bests friends is an artist, I admire her. To find the freedom of your mind and mix them with your own inspiration and just give them form, give them life, make them solid but yet fluid. Un vrai artiste. Maybe it’s the same thing I do when I create a whole new world in my stories and books, but it feels so more shallow. People create a world when they read your stories but it’s never the world you want them to see. But then again, that’s what I like about reading. Getting lost in a world that I’ve created by myself build with the words of others.
But one day I would like people to see the worlds that I’ve created, like I wanted them to be. Just to be shown on a screen. That’s the way to give stories substance, reading is like a way of thinking, but movies are just shown to you. You don’t have to make it into anything else, it’s already there. So that’s why I decided to assign to another course, with intention to finish. The sciense of movie, televison and theatre. I’m siked about it, but in the mean time I have never had so much nerves about anything. Okay, maybe for a first date. But I’m not really a date queen. I’ve dated a couple of times, but I’m just not relation stuff I guess. Although I only had two serious relationships and some flings, I do know what I want.
It’s not about money, power or looks. It’s about being completely on the same level with someone. But over the years I just adjusted to doing things on my own, because it is hard to find somebody who connects with you on that same level. In creativity and in love. But I still think my life is worth a seven, and now that I have wrote this, sometimes it’s an eight!












She has recently returned from her visit to her family in Amsterdam. And this is interesting; she lives in Slovakia, her mother is from Holland (her name's Elkien - those are really strange names you have in Nederlands, you know?) and she had actually met queen Beatrix. Here. In Slovakia. In some god-forsaken village, maybe 5 years ago? I think it's in some newspapers but isn't it funny? 

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