So yeah. I totally stole my blog title from the movie with Hugh Grant. But in my defence, that was about a boy.
Hi :)
I'll introduce myself first so you'll know who is writing this.
I am Anouk. Currently a junior at the Music Acadamy in Haarlem, The Netherlands. I major in Musicaltheater, which is something I've been practising my entire life. Singing, dancing & acting. But that is not all I do. I watch a lot of movies, I read and write, and I watch a bunch of tv-shows. Right now I'm caught up in three; Once upon a time (which will have it's seasons finaly this monday!!), Supernatural and Glee. That and my schoolwork is what gets me busy during a schoolweek.
Now, what could I possibly do to get your attention here? Well, I'll write little stories. Both in Dutch and in English. My writing is better in Dutch, since it is the language I speak on a daily basis. The ones in English will probably have a lot of weird sentences in them, but I won't care since I (wrongly) think my English is really good. And some of my thoughts will probably find their way to this page too.
To start with one of those, what is up with this bloody cold I'm having? Normally a good night's sleep will take care of the sucker and I won't have to worry about a thing. This particular cold is a whole different story. It started on saturday. I was in my room, watching the latest episode of Supernatural, and all of a sudden my throat started feeling sore. I thought, well allright. A little cold never does much harm. I'll sleep it off. But no, the cold didn't agree. Sunday was alright though. But all hell slowely started breaking loose on monday.
Since I'm a musicaltheater student, being able to sing is sort of a must. But I couldn't. I tried, but it didn't work. My vocal folds kept flapping around in thin air but nothing quite soothing came from that so I just stopped. And this kept getting worse and worse every day. Yesterday I gave in. I called in sick and went home. And here I am. Caughing, headdacke, snotty nose, sore throat. The cold from hell won't let me go! It won't let me sleep, it won't let me work out, it won't let me do anything but lie down on the couch while drinking tea with honey.
But I have good hope that this monsterous thing will leave me eventually. Every cold does. And If I could tell my cold just one thing it'd be this;
Dear cold. Let's be honest. This isn't working out between you and me. What about, we both go our own way and try not to keep in touch? That'd work just fine for me.
Kind regards,
Anouk.
Let's hope the bastard will listen.
Hi :)
I'll introduce myself first so you'll know who is writing this.
I am Anouk. Currently a junior at the Music Acadamy in Haarlem, The Netherlands. I major in Musicaltheater, which is something I've been practising my entire life. Singing, dancing & acting. But that is not all I do. I watch a lot of movies, I read and write, and I watch a bunch of tv-shows. Right now I'm caught up in three; Once upon a time (which will have it's seasons finaly this monday!!), Supernatural and Glee. That and my schoolwork is what gets me busy during a schoolweek.
Now, what could I possibly do to get your attention here? Well, I'll write little stories. Both in Dutch and in English. My writing is better in Dutch, since it is the language I speak on a daily basis. The ones in English will probably have a lot of weird sentences in them, but I won't care since I (wrongly) think my English is really good. And some of my thoughts will probably find their way to this page too.
To start with one of those, what is up with this bloody cold I'm having? Normally a good night's sleep will take care of the sucker and I won't have to worry about a thing. This particular cold is a whole different story. It started on saturday. I was in my room, watching the latest episode of Supernatural, and all of a sudden my throat started feeling sore. I thought, well allright. A little cold never does much harm. I'll sleep it off. But no, the cold didn't agree. Sunday was alright though. But all hell slowely started breaking loose on monday.
Since I'm a musicaltheater student, being able to sing is sort of a must. But I couldn't. I tried, but it didn't work. My vocal folds kept flapping around in thin air but nothing quite soothing came from that so I just stopped. And this kept getting worse and worse every day. Yesterday I gave in. I called in sick and went home. And here I am. Caughing, headdacke, snotty nose, sore throat. The cold from hell won't let me go! It won't let me sleep, it won't let me work out, it won't let me do anything but lie down on the couch while drinking tea with honey.
But I have good hope that this monsterous thing will leave me eventually. Every cold does. And If I could tell my cold just one thing it'd be this;
Dear cold. Let's be honest. This isn't working out between you and me. What about, we both go our own way and try not to keep in touch? That'd work just fine for me.
Kind regards,
Anouk.
Let's hope the bastard will listen.
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