Look here. You can see the precise moment when the voices in her head are telling her that tonight is the night to kill the humans while they sleep, steal the silver, and make a run for it.
Summer of Lola
August 29th, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
Well this explains my dizzy spells.
August 29th, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
Paper Dolls don’t do well when separated; they need regular physical contact to keep in sync. If forced to remain apart for a stretch any longer than eight to ten hours, they can sometimes feel untethered, or even dizzy. But once reunited, all it takes is the simple brush of fingers, or a surreptitious foot-on-foot press under the table, and all is right with the Paper Dolls once again.
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Find your sleep pose here.
Puppy Farts
August 28th, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
This is what Lola was like as a puppy. Just one big head and flopping all over the place. Can you see why I want a second one???
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he really liked her too and is planning to get one later on!Happy Anniversary
August 27th, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
Yesterday was an anniversary that went by unnoticed except by me (albeit one day late). Exactly a year ago yesterday, I moved from Brussels to Amsterdam.
I left a whole bunch of friends, a good job, and the life that I had known for 5 years- the life that I said I would never leave- and instead moved to a place where I knew no one, wasn’t sure I could get a job, and basically had no clue what was in store for me.
(I know that hundreds of people around the world have done the same, and indeed are doing the same every day. But this is my blog and so I will dramatasize this to my liking as much as I please. Go tell your own story on your own blog.)
While still in Brussels last summer, I had two options in front of me:
Option One: A plush US government job working in Washington DC at the National Gallery of Art on the Mall. This option could have been my stepping stone into the world of US Goverment Jobs- an option that my parents (both being government workers practically all of their lives) were sure was the right thing for me. Because they were government workers. And I should be too. And it would be a steady income with benefits, which I should be looking for. And a job that could be a stepping-stone to better jobs, which I should also be looking for. And it will be hard because you don’t know anyone in Amsterdam, they said. You’ll be lonely. And wasn’t I ready for something bigger yet- something besides bar work and visa problems? they said.
Option Two: A degree in fashion in Amsterdam. Where I knew no one, had no place to live, had no means to support myself, and basically would be chasing a dream. A dream that I had had for years, of course, but a dream none-the-less.
I hummed and hawed for the summer before bascially realising that a 9 to 5 in DC was not in any way my idea of My Life To Be, and figured that even if this fashion thing didn’t work out, at least I would have tried and known for sure. So it was off to Amsterdam I went, after a great summer of Goodbyes and See-you-Soons.
Every once in awhile, I think about what my life would be like right now, today, had I taken that job in DC. Would I be happy? Would I have made some friends? Would the work be interesting enough? Would I be dreaming of my old life in Europe and saving up for a ticket back there?
Right now, looking back…. after a difficult year of money problems, and loneliness. After finding out that indeed, fashion is NOT my thing. After getting a job and losing it. After one failed roommate and one failed apartment. After building friendships from the beginning, only to see some end too soon. After all this time, …I know that I made the right decision. And I know that I will always make the decision that is right for me.
Because right now, I couldn’t picture myself anywhere else in the world. I know that this Amsterdam thing won’t last forever. But if I had listened to the vast majority of opinions in my life and taken the road more travelled, I know that even on my happiest days in Washington DC, I wouldn’t have been nearly as happy as I am today, right here, right now.
And that makes all the difference.
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In case you were wondering…
August 9th, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
Lola’s poo is solid again.
Thought you might like to know.
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Who-hooo!!!!
August 8th, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
OK, as of today I am officially accepted into the Digital Film programme of SAE- School of Audio Engineering here in Amsterdam.
This is wonderful news because that means that I can stay here in Amsterdam!
There are still things to worry about, like paying for the school, and working out the visa YET AGAIN, but at least I am one step closer now!!!
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Smelly Pup
August 4th, 2006 § 1 comment § permalink
Lola was sick all night last night, so I didn’t get much sleep and at 8:30 this morning I finally got through to the vet and got her the earliest appointment to come in, at quarter to eleven. Then I sat up drinking cups of coffee and checking on her often to make sure she was ok.
I’m sure you don’t want to hear this, MySpace friends, but she had diaharrea and was bleeding from her bumhole. And because of this she smells really bad, so Dave suggested that we keep her on the balcony.
The one downfall to having a pet is that you can’t take their fuzzy little faces in your hands and look them deep in the eyes and explain to them in words why things are the way they are. Why does her bum bleed? Why can’t she stop going poo? Why is it runny? Why doesn’t she feel good? Why can’t she come inside? Why is the vet putting that thermometer in her bumhole? It’s heartbreaking, because you know that it is for the better, but to her, it might as well be a 3 by 10 foot prison cell.
All she needs is a little tin cup to rattle the bars.
But fret not, MySpace. She is on the road to recovery. She has medicine and cream that I have to wipe all over her runny, bloody asshole.
But this is my dog, and I love her more than anything, so I will do anything to make her well again. If it would make her better, I would put her on a diet of Grade A Prime American RibEye Beef, cooked to medium rare perfection, caviar, and rice that costs 3 euros per grain. I would fill her water bowl with Cristal champagne if it would help. No expenses spared.
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By the way…
August 4th, 2006 § 1 comment § permalink
By the way, meet my new roommate, Veronica, of Veronica Lake fame.
It’s cool to get along with your roommate, but its completely awesome to have one of your closests friends in Amsterdam become your roommate.
So, we are trading one Australian for another, but at least I know this one is cool and won’t flip out over a teabag in the sink.
Gettin’ Hip with the Lingo: Crunk?
August 4th, 2006 § 1 comment § permalink
I know I’ve been away from the States for quite some time now. We do still get a lot of American culture over here, in the form of music, movies, TV shows, etc, so I don’t always feel like I’m completely seperated from it all.
But some things either don’t make it all the way over here, or kind of come half-way across the ocean and make an appearance just enough to confuse me.
Its either that or I am just not down with the kids’ lingo these days, which means I am getting old.
Case in point: Crunk.
What. The. Fuck. Is. Crunk. ?.
How sad that I needed to turn to the Urban Dictionary for answers.
So, I kind of get it now. Its either a mix of chronic and drunk, or crazy and drunk, or just plain crazy or off the hook, or WHATEVER.
Do we really need another word like this? And doesn’t it just sound like the nastiest word you’ve ever heard? To me, crunk could be that crusty gunk in the corners of your eyes every morning. It could be that shit at the bottom of the kitchen sink when last night’s dinner party pots and pans are cleaned. You know the shit I’m talking about it- it makes you gag when you scoop it out. It would be more like “Dude, he crunked in his pants. That’s so sick.”
But it most certainly doesn’t describe any of my “crazy and drunk” nights out on the town. That would be more like “Spunk” (spastic and drunk) although that obviously has a more vulgar definition behind it. Ahem.
How about:
Spizzy (spastic and dizzy)
Frazy (fun and crazy)
Drunny (drunk and funny)
Dressy (drunk and messy)
I don’t know- anything but CRUNK.
Put on your red shoes and Dance the blues
August 2nd, 2006 § 0 comments § permalink
If you are experiencing a sudden bout of Amanda-Withdrawal symptoms because I haven’t posted a blog lately (ahem, cough cough JAMIE cough……cough), please know that it is not because I love you all any less, but rather because I no longer have the Internet at home.
This is disastrous in many respects- first and foremost because I work from home and so my earning money depends ENTIRELY ON ME HAVING THE INTERNET AT HOME.
Fucking KPN Internet company.
Anyway, I have been parked out at cafes and bars for the past 2 weeks, stealing the Internet from whichever wireless spots I can find. If you need to know where to find wireless in Amsterdam, call me. I have a list miles long by now. My office is now all over the city, and its both fun and frustrating.
Another frustrating aspect of not having the Internet at home is when at 3 am when you are stoned off your gourd and playing “7 Degrees of Seperation” and you KNOW, you are ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that Jeff Bridges was not in that movie with Tim Robbins where he (Robbins) was an undercover terrorist planning to bomb some place in the States with his wife, played by Joan Cusack (in one of her best roles in my opinion). No, Jeff Bridges was NOT the scared and suspicious neighbor, and I can prove it—-SHIT, no I can’t because I don’t have the Internet.
Although had the Internet been there, then I would have been proven absolutely and utterly, helplessly wrong, because it was indeed Jeff Bridges and Dave would never have let me live that faux-pas down.
So I guess its not all bad.
By the way, the David Bowie lyric title refers to the great shoes that I got from a great girl, but somehow when I started typing that whole story didn’t end up in the Body of this blog. Weird. Its like my fingers have a life of their own. Maybe another time.
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Thanks Amanda, now I don’t have to go the Methadone clinic.
Posted by Jamie on Tuesday, August 01, 2006 – 8:10 PM
“Arlington Road” – one of my favorites. And yeah, as you know by now, Jeff Bridges was indeed the scared and suspicious neighbor. Hope you get your internet soon – KPN has made you wait long enough. Thanks for a fun weekend. We had a great time – need to do it more often. You should see my stained glass window – I scrubbed it when I got home and you wouldn’t believe the dirt that came off it. It’s sparkly and clean now… and it’s even more awesome. Love you…
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Pontificating on the Future
August 2nd, 2006 § 1 comment § permalink
As I sit here in yet another cafe trying to get some work done, my thoughts keep wandering off and I have to stop and stare at the walls and wonder:
JUST WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO NOW?
One side of me is scared to have anything change, because my life right now….it’s perfect. Everything is in place. I wouldn’t change A. Single. Thing.
But another side of me looks back at my past, and I see that every time my life makes a big change, it’s ALWAYS been for the better. Because life just keeps getting better and better and better for me. I mean, that’s part of living, right? To go from good to better and to progress and live and love and learn and grow?
So that is the only thing stopping me from having a mental breakdown right now. To know that yes, things are going to change soon, but it will be better.
It has to be better.