Genie in a bottle pants, Weird Al and start of school

Yes, those pants haven't been gone long, but now that the weather is still appropriate I'm wearing them like crazy. They're so comfy and awesome it's not even funny. Also, if I think of "Genie in a bottle" I can't help but think about the Weird Al Yankovic cover "Weenie in a bottle". The chorus cleverly goes "I stuck my weenie in a bottle and now I can't get it out". I'm not SUPER crazy about Weird Al but some of his stuff is pretty awesome, especially "White & Nerdy" since Weird Al wears a "Carl Sagan is my homeboy" shirt in it (which I need) and the Seth Green cameo (super adorkable redhead), but "Pretty fly for a rabbi" and "Amish paradise" are pretty fun too. Though they don't have the lyrics "Ain't got no grills but I still wear braces". Genius.

ANYHOO, these pants are fantabulous and the earrings are new, I bought them as a souvenir at the Efteling and they're gorgeous. And they jingle. I can't resist a jingling earring. I'm tired and a little slow from all the new school stuff but it's all good, I'm excited about interesting classes and learning new things! The beginning is always a little awkward and tiring with not knowing where to find your new classes and being late. SO AWKWARD when you come in late, everyone is sitting down and the teacher is explaining something while you just barge in like "OHAI I'M IN THIS CLASS TOO" and the teacher gives you this look that says "I'm totally trying to make you feel like a bad person" while I just want to say "DOOD it's not my fault my bus was late!". He didn't seem to mind all that much but I'd rather not do it again. He was also just explaining, when I barged in, that he didn't appreciate latecomers. My timing of being late seemed to be perfect. And there's a really strange girl in my class that, while we were debating politics, said that democracy should be overthrown in Belgium to become a dictatorship.

I'm not sitting next to her.

Hope that, if your schoolyear just started, you're having a great start and that if you're working, being unemployed or just jacking off all day long, that that's working for you too! :-D

Hello there, ASS

jacket: secondhand
top: vintage
pants: H&M
bracelets: my moms
belt: thrifted
earrings: giftshop "Fata Morgana" 
sandals: river island
nailpolish: china glaze

All the glory that I bear

It's been a couple of weeks now, but I got my hair cut short again! Though it was by no means long, it was too long for me. Short hair is who I am, yo. I know that a lot of people have the idea that caring about your haircut, or your appearance in general, is superficial. And you know what, it might just as well be. I couldn't care less whether people think that or not. But for the sake of writing, I'll try to convey why that shit ain't as vain as you might think it is.

With all the rules, deadlines and restrictions we have to deal with in life it only seems natural, especially if you're a creative individual, to try and be as restrictionless in the parts of life where you have complete control. Like with your appearance. And even that can be restricted by employers, schools and other party poopers. I understand. You can't be a tattooed freakazoid when you have to work with fragile old people who have heart attacks because their jell-o didn't turn up in time. You can't set a "bad" example for young children by turning up to teach a classroom in a band T and bright blue hair. Though I would've fucking loved that. I "understand". I don't agree, that's for sure. Being raised by crazy hippies, I think that everyone should just wear whatever the hell they want. I think that, only if we start to get used to people looking different from ourselves, we can stop judging people who look different from ourselves.

Before I turned eleven, I wanted to have long hair. Like a princess. The epitome of femininity. What all the boys like. After my puberty kicked in I slowly but surely moved towards my more individual taste, opinion and look. I got my nose pierced when I was twelve. I cut my hair short, together with my sister. I remember my youngest brother telling us that short hair wasn't pretty on girls. Especially not on someone with a round face, like mine. That was the first of many times I would think "Well, what if I don't actually WANT to be pretty? Maybe I just want to figure out who I am?". So I cut it. I loved it. It was my very first step into "I'm going to be whatever I want to be" territory. Because of reasons I will probably discuss in a future post, I had some years where there was no room for trying to really find myself or broadening my horizon. A couple of years older, I dyed my hair crazy colors and I'm still doing that. I never regretted a single haircut, dyejob or piercing (I could use a couple 'a more of the latter) because, like taking guitarlessons or picking up a book, it helps you to get to know who you are. Like getting that first tattoo I've been dreaming about. People tell you it'll be ugly. You'll regret it once you're older. But in the end of the day, you're just going to have to decide that for yourself. After having gone through some tough shit this past year, it's time to think about myself again. Finding out who I am. So I cut my hair. I'm thinking about that tattoo. I started reading more again. I finally started drawing after months of being completely inspirationless. Maybe getting some piano lessons. Buying other clothes. Doing things alone. You know what? I totally forgot about the fact that I'm actually kind of awesome. WITH AWESOME HAIR:

In the words of Gaga:

I've had enough, this is my prayer
That I'll die living just as free as my hair

OH and how do you like my new bloglook? I'm still kind of playing around but I really like it so far!

Amusement Park: 2nd part of the day!

Here I am with the second picture-overloaded post of our day at the Efteling. After going on the rollercoaster we were shaking in our boots so we had to find a nice, quiet ride to get down to earth again. After taking a quick look at our map we found a nice little boat ride where we could just sit down and enjoy the scenery. And what beautiful scenery it was!

(this was actually another ride, I really want to go on it the next time we're there!)

fishyfishyfishyfishies!

family photo's:

Aah, I want to go back with all my photography equipment! It was pure gorgeousness and so relaxing. I had a bit of a craving for some sugarrr so we went looking for some icecream and we found this wonderful frozen yoghurt stand where you could choose 5 kinds of toppings (including fresh fruit!) to swirl through your frozen yoghurt. It was delicious and my sister was very pleased:

I sadly don't have any pictures of the ghosthouse we went into but it was a bit like Fata Morgana. Except you don't actually go on a ride, you just stand and watch a kind of play going on behind glass. Beautiful lighting, music and dolls act out a creepy scene in a graveyard and inside a church. It wasn't actually scary, just very beautiful. Once that was over, a very tedious process of losing and finding and losing our way again while roaming through the park started. We walked in very interesting, quite peculiar ways around the park, very accurately missing the destination we were seeking. Though the park is gorgeous!

(My mom totally photobombing)

 After FINALLY finding the Fairytale Forrest ("Het Sprookjesbos") we got lost again. Almost everyone around us was frustrated and cursing the damned forrest for not letting them out. Luckily there was enough to look at while getting lost. Walking through the forrest you see reenactments of popular fairytales like "Hansel and Gretel", "Little Red Ridinghood" and "The wolf and the seven little goats" etc. My brother and mother used to read these stories to me when I was a kid so I love the Fairytale Forrest. As a kid I spent lots of time drawing/painting while listening to little cassettes/CD's of people reading those stories. My siblings and I still quote those stories and sing the songs that were at the opening of every story, probably some of the best childhood memories I have are related to those stories. Those stories and the N64. :-D

This big tree tells stories! He gives you a choice between two stories and you have to tell him, loud and clear, which one you want to hear. He's awesome.

Anyways, after being lost for a while my sis started getting a bit crabby so I saved the day and lead us out of the forrest. Like a baws. Now comes the kind of "prize ride" of the park: "De Droomvlucht" or "The Dreamflight". A dark ride where you go through the "living area", so to speak, of little elves and goblins. Very "Dark Crystal"! Now that's a theme park I'd like to see <3. Any Jim Henson related theme park would make me so happy, imagine being able to go through The Labyrinth! Seeing Gareth the goblin king (rawr)! Having a drink at a Podling party! This must happen. But I digress. Pictures of The Dreamflight, comin' up!

The last ride we went on was the lamest thing ever called "Het land van Laaf" or "The land of Laaf", a Laaf being a kind of dwarf like creature. You'd go sit in a snail like thing (it looks a bit like "The Neverending Story" snail) and you'd ride through the land of Laaf. Only, there's just 5 Laafs to be seen, it goes hella slow and that's about it. Definitely not the best ride in the park. If not the worst. But hey, the rest was very good fun! Now the outfit:

shirt: C&A
Jeans: cut up secondhand/gift
socks: H&M
sneakers: PRO-keds
earrings: vintage
bag: sister's
bracelets: too old to remember!
lipstick: Catrice's "lobster love"

There's only so much you can wear when going to an amusement park. You know there's gonna be lots of walking so sneakers are the way to go. There will probably be fast rides and maybe even upside down stuff going on so unless you want to give everybody a good upskirt look, pants are the best option. A tanktop or a light shirt is comfy and not sweaty so there: the ideal amusement park outfit! Also, a generous sized bag. Bottles of water, sandwiches, camera, map, wallet, tickets, keys, there's lots of crap to be carried and you'd rather just have one big bag than three different little purses. So that concludes our day! Hope you lovely creatures enjoyed my post(s) and I'll see you laters, alligators!