Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a while, yes, but I'm back. I want to start this entry with a complaint, not about exams, not about certain people, not about men, but about a movie that has been dubbed into French and Dutch. 'Alvin and the chipmunks', up until this afternoon I was über-excited to go see it, but I just found out that the only versions are French or Dutch. No original version with subtitles, nope, just plain dubbing. I checked every movie theatre, but nope, my prayers have not been answered and now I'm just plain pissed. I am going to boycot this thing unless Christine (yay girlfriend I'm mentioning you!! ;-) ) persuades me to still go. It just loses its cuteness and funnyness by dubbing it.
On a brighter note, Christmas is coming, so all of you (Chris, M-L and Sara) will be getting their X-mas cards soon. I'll write them tomorrow and post them on Saturday with a prior-stamp. (Yes, our post-office is open on S'days). I'm spending Christmas at my grandparents as usual, and New Year's eve with my parents, unless I have a boyfriend by then, but then again everybody has their nose in one or the other book, so I don't think those chances are high.
Books, they bring me to the inevitable: E-X-A-M-S. Ieeuw, yuck, nasties, poop,.... I hate them but I love them. Everybody's so stressed out about them, yet I'm relaxed. I believe that if I study enough and prepare everything, things will go all right. So for all of you out there having to do those dreadful things in the near future, good luck. (Did I really say dreadful?)
I have seen the trailer of a new movie 'The Orphanage', I think it's Spanish or something, but I loved it. It's old school horror, or at least I think. I have a thing or two to say about new-school horror, but I'll dedicate an entry to that alone.
This entry is very chaotic, I know. But atm, I am. There are things I forgot to mention, without a doubt, but I'll try to put them in a future entry.
I'll leave you guys hanging on to my words, I hope you don't fall...
I need to go shopping tomorrow for gifts. I'll give up somewhere halfway through Santa's list...
Don't come home for Christmas, you're the last thing I want to see underneath the tree...
XO-reos
Monco
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