Average.

Shouldn't be writing now. Should be sleeping.
Came home at 2 pm.
Forgot to turn on the lights.
Realized I was sitting in the dark at about 5:30.
Didn't do anything about it.
Reading a book about Americans in the Second World War.
It's good.
So bored...

^ Mmmm, kroket. Lekker. ^
Learning French online.
Bonjour.
Need to work on online English class.
Need to do grocery shopping.
Need to go to the gym.
Dropped my tweezers in the toilet.
Retrieved/washed them.
Watched the end of a dumb romantic comedy.
Ate some Pringles.
Need to wash my sweater.
A cute baby drooled on it.
And other stuff.
A few days ago I was running down a sand dune really fast.
Too fast.
Fell face first into the sand, then did a flip.
With my face.
Never going on a slope again.
De dagelijkse sleur.
Sick of Youtube.
Sick of facebook.
Sick of my computer.
It costs 12 cents to take the tram from the station to my school.
It costs 90 cents to take the tram from my school to the station.
What?
I'm just going to walk.
Going to Delft with some girls Friday.
'Girl' in French is 'fille'.
New hobby: making little men out of aluminum foil.
Many people here think everyone in America is religious and owns a swimming pool.
Apparently, I am not a typical American.
I do not understand people with a British accent.
Law and Order England Edition?
Thank you, Dutch subtitles.
Dutch test Sunday.
...
I don't hate anything.
I dislike some things.
I'm afraid of some things.
I don't understand everything.
But I don't hate anything.
I've been afraid of beauty since as long as I can remember.
When I was little, I would start to tear up if I heard a word that was a connotation of beauty, like 'heart'.
I ride the tram 10 times a week.
And who's that person sitting next to me?
I've never met them.
I don't know their name.
I don't know what they ate for breakfast, or if they even did.
I don't know of their regrets and I don't know of their accomplishments.
I don't know if they're late for work.
I don't know who they love the most,
and I don't know if I'll ever see them again.
So many people, so many things.
What am I going to do with my life?
Maybe I should learn to dance.
Tot ziens,
Emily