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Birthday
I forgot to mention that it was Matthias' birthday on the 9th. We ate at an Indian restaurant. Het was wel gezellig, en het eten was lekker. I gave him two big red candles and a card. The candles were a sort of inside joke.

Bikes
After we ate, we rode bikes home. Except only Matthias and Carla had their bikes with them. That meant that Carla, Anne-Laure, and I sat on one, while Matthias, Elise, and Sebastiaan sat on the other. Zes mensen op twee fietsen? Belachelijk!
As promised, I finally rode my bike to school by myself today. It was .... scary. I don't like biking through the city. Gotta watch out for other bikers, pedestrians, cars, busses, trams.... the trams are the scariest. Especially when you have to cross 6 intersecting tracks at once. And get your wheel gets caught in the tracks. And you have to jump off your bike...
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Zo is mijn leven.
Not giving up, though. It should become easier as I continue to work on it.

Bread
I. Cannot. Bring myself. To consume. One. More. Boterham. I just can't. The thought of bread disgusts me. I don't even want the things you put on bread. Ik wil helemaal geen hagelslags, of pindakaas, of appelstroop. Please, no more appelstroop. Been eating a lot of fruit lately. And cereal. Cereal I can handle. But that fluffy stuff used to keep your fingers clean while eating a slice of meat? Uh-uh. I'm sorry John Montagu, 4th Earl of Sandwich, but I cannot appreciate or enjoy your bold invention any longer.

Well, that's all I wanted to mention right now. Oh, I finished reading a Dutch novel. It was alright. Some guy died in the end, but he was the bad guy. Actually, it was filled with a lot of drama. I'm going to find something to eat, then turn on some music and try to put together my chow mein puzzle.
Tot ziens,
Emily