Get a Grip, Marshall

Many Dutch people use a very artificial, slightly obnoxious, British accent when they speak English. I usually don't say anything, because I think this is how they have learned to speak English. But I had to laugh today, because a boy was talking to my English teacher today during study time, and someone shouted from the back of the class, "You're not British!" Hahaha.
But I can't laugh too hard, because I get laughed at at school as well. I wore two braids once, and I heard some guys say, "Oh, look, it's a real-life Pippy Long Stockings," which reminded my of 8th grade. Another day, some kids tried to trip me in the hall. And someone put a sandwich on my chair, but luckily I didn't sit on it.
You know what makes me feel awkward? When I'm talking to someone, and another person is blatantly eavesdropping. As in, staring directly at me, silently, and even if I stare back, they don't stop. Also, when someone is eating, and nobody else is eating, so they eat it slow and in little bites so that it's not awkward or messy, 'cause they know everyone is staring at them eating. I say, just scarf it down, you're going to eat it all anyways, why try to pretend to be dainty about it? Society.....
Something else weird... I'm pretty sure central heating doesn't exist here in NL. People are forced to huddle by the radiator when it's cold. Why? Can't the whole room be warm? And why, WHY is the radiator always directly under the window? You can't have a warm and fresh room at the same time, I'm sorry.
Did you know there aren't any bears in the Netherlands? Makes camping a lot easier.
I love the English language. I really do.
Speaking of which, I've been listening to a lot of music recently. Which is weird for me, because I used to think music wasn't very interesting. But... yeah, Youtube makes it pretty easy. Lately Eminem and P!nk.
Oh! So I took a Dutch language test with the rest of the AFSers last weekend, and I just got my grade: 70 out of 83! That means I was excellent. Joepie!! :)
Erghh, can't think, host parents are watching Evita and it's really loud. By 'watching' I mean listening to while looking through television manuals. This is how we bond, you see. We sit on the couch and multitask, not really paying attention to the TV, but if someone talks, my host dad says, "Hey, I can't hear the program!"
Just another modern family, I guess.
"But when you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world."
Some dude just sung that. What does 'squalor' even mean?
Squalid: adjective. Extremely dirty and unpleasant; showing a contemptible lack of moral standards. (From Ninjawords.com)
Uhm. These people just met and they're already in love. And they won't stop singing about it.
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Would it be sad if I told you I just realized this was an opera? Probably. So I won't say it.
You know what I would really like? A longggggggggg bike path that doesn't go anywhere in particular, with nobody on it, just me, nothing else. I just want to bike, or run, or even walk, just to get away from this city and be alone. Not that I don't like the people here - I do - but not so many of them and not all the time.
By the way, since someone is going to ask, the title of this post is a line from Eminem's song, "Kim". I feel like I need to get a grip sometimes. But my name is Emily. Not Marshall.
Just clarifying.
Tot ziens,
....Oh. I just told you my name. That's awkward.