Amanda Blog and Kiss

Yeah, so I’m officially moved into the apartment with Stefan!!!  Things are looking up!

What’s in the neighborhood:

• a Thai takeaway joint
• an Indian restaurant
• supermarket
• bike shop
• erotic DVD shop
• coffeeshop

Tell me, what more does a girl need in life????

As I left the apartment today to go get some groceries, I heard someone on the stairs leaving below me.  As I got out the front door, the person was waiting to say hello………and he is fucking hot.

Yes, my downstairs neighbor is like, model hot.

Like…..whoa.

So we had a chat, hi-welcome-to-Amsterdam-we-should-all-get-together-for-a-drink-yadda-yadda, and I went on my way.

Then, on my way back to the apartment, I met the other neighbor, the one on the ground floor.  He saw me though the window looking for my keys and came out for a hi-welcome-to-Amsterdam-I’ll-invite-you-guys-around-for-dinner-soon chat.

And he is hot.

Yes, TWO of my neighbors are absolutely to die for hot.  Whoever’s looking out for me must have noticed that I’ve been a very good girl.

And yes, Dawn, they will be invited to the party.

I have fallen prey to MySpace, and it’s not cool.  This past weekend I was in Brussels (home), and two of my friends interupted me when I was updating them on what’s been going down with me lately.

And do you know what they said?  They said, “I know, I read it on your MySpace blog.”

So this is a big fuck you to MySpace.  You have stolen my stories, and I am completely to blame.  From here on out, no more blogging about things that I would rather tell someone.  If I blog at all, it will be about stupid, inane bullshit, so that I can have chats with my friends IN PERSON and not have them know what’s been goin down with me before I tell them.

Did I mention that I’ve got the best friends in the whole world?  No, really, I do.  They have completely stood by me and helped me during this last month or so, one of the hardest of my life.  I’ve been homeless for almost two months, and it was my best friends that took me under their protective wings and helped me out more than I can ever convey.  So, to DAWN, OLGA, and OANA- you chicks kick ass.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  I really hope that one day I can repay the favor.  I am so damn lucky to have friends like you!!!

The only bad thing is that I don’t have any of you here with me!  So you are all welcome to stay at my place up here anytime, and hopefully often!

I’m in a weird place, and I mean that in so many ways.

Amsterdam is weird, to say the least.  But I knew this before, from my eight or nine trips here, and that is what attracted me to the place.

But I really had no clue how weird it is.  There’s an energy- a vibe- that just shakes this place up, and that’s not including the drugs and freedom of sex and whatnot.  I’m not even talking about all that crap.  I’m talking about the dozens of weird occurances that are happening to me everyday that make me stop and go “Whoa.  Did anyone else just see that?”  And I want to text my friends about it, and then I realize that that would be an international text and so more expensive and they probably wouldn’t catch the weirdness of it anyway so why bother.

And I’m also in a weird place right now, because I’m in a nowhere place.  I’m not in the apartment yet, so I’m staying with my roommate’s friends, and I have my stuff spread between about six friends places, and it just feels like I’m everywhere and nowhere.  So, I really need to move in already and have all of my stuff in one place so that I can start feeling normal again.

And then I guess I’m in a weird place not knowing about my visa issue, or if I’ll be able to find a bar job, or if I’ll even like this degree program!  School started today, and so far so good, but what if???

In the meantime, I will be heading back to Bruxelles this weekend to pick up more stuff, so at least then I will feel somewhat normal again.  I hate living out of bags.

What can I say except life is good?

I tried to sort out the paperwork and bullshit with Visas and residence permits and bank accounts, but it all kinda fell apart, so I gave up.  Tomorrow will handle it.

Instead, I met with my new roommate, who is possibly the best person to meet first thing in Amsterdam.  Not only is he setting me up at his friend’s place until we move into the flat, but he also lent me guidebooks and a BIKE!  A BIKE people!

In Amsterdam.

I have officially been DUTCH-I-FIED.

I also got a Dutch phone number for my mobile: DUTCH-I-FIED.

And I rode around all day exploring on my bike: DUTCH-I-FIED.

The only thing I’m missing is my little bell- dring dring dring!

And then I worked a little and made a booking, so I’m even making money here, as I sit in my open hotel room window, watching the boats float by.  This can’t be considered work! It’s just too good to be true.

Last night, the bar….I lit it on fire.

Who knew that sambuca could be so flamable???

Nick,

You rock.  You drive Oana crazy, but crazy in a good way.  Your clutter and complete lack of taste in interior design counter-balance her organized, completely-in-control perspective on life.  So, you rock.

Except for the puzzle art on the wall.  That’s really gotta go.

There I said it.

Amanda

I hate moving.  I really do.  It makes me face the reality that I have way too much shit for one person (and a dog).

So, every time I move (four times in the past five years) I try to throw away as much as possible, but my pile keeps growing.

Tell me, how am I supposed to be a nomad with such a big pile of shit?

Just back from a day trip to Amsterdam, and not only did I find a roommate, but we are going for the apartment that I’ve been wanting.

It’s awesome.  All must visit.

No matter in what context this is said, it just never makes sense:

“It’s just a pffpffpfpf, not a durum!”