Procrastinating

I don't know why I feel like writing a post right now, but it might have something to do with my recent consumption of pizza and the white wine.
I took a 2 hour bike ride today. I know what your question is, and the answer is yes, I was lost for approximately half the time. However, I didn't worry about it too much, because I am lost and I always will be lost. When I realized I was in Delft, though, I did start to worry a bit.
Too much pizza and too much wine are both supposedly linked to heart disease.
I read a book. It was another one by Safran Foer, but I liked this one a lot better than the last one I read. This one was called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I liked it because I understood it and could relate to it (in a small, small way).
A few days ago, my English teacher told me to ask my classmates for help if I needed it. My classmates thought that was pretty interesting. Apparently I didn't do so well on a reading test. Oh well, what can you do? My English has gotten worse since I've been here.
I heard something said by a Belgium woman in Belgium that I thought sounded like something Belgians think American people would say. She said, "Finish your fries, dear, then you can have some more cola." .... Literally never heard that in the states before.....
Been going to the gym more often. I like it. But there's a TV that you're sort of forced to look at, because it's right there in front of you. They usually play weird things, like MTV or Discovery Channel. Sometimes it's Animal Planet, and sometimes they show videos of kangaroos giving live birth.
Kangaroos.
Are.
Disgusting.
I used to think it was kind of cute that the little joeys could sit inside their mommys' pouches and chill there until they were ready to hop around merrily in the big, scary world on their own.
Well, maybe that's all fine and well for Joey Jr., but I really didn't need to know the details, thank you very much.
This is how I lose weight.
Oh, I don't know what to say, except that Anne-Laure tricked me into giving her a sticker she didn't deserve.
I'm tired.
Tot kijk,
Emily