Countdown

I can’t take it anymore! Only 9 more days (or 8 nights) to go until France and I’m counting every minute. I haven’t posted anything lately because I’ve be so busy with those God awful statistics that I couldn’t find the energy to drag myself to the computer and write a post. Not that it would’ve been interesting, since all I’ve been doing are stupid ANOVAs, Pearson correlations and T-tests… But today, after a good long sleep, I thought it would be time to let the world know I’m not completely dead. I’m still here, just swamping in work. But as long as I keep my eye on the prize I’m sure I can make it another week. Which isn’t even a full week with Queens day turned Coronation day on Tuesday the 30^th. I’m so excited for the coronation of Willem Alexander (and of course the dress of Máxima)! Dutchies everywhere all over the world are going to celebrate their ass off! :D The government has advised people not to go to Amsterdam because they fear the city is going to be jammed with people. Is that going to stop us? No, of course not. But I think I’ll stick to Utrecht, that’s busy enough as it is (I probably wouldn’t last a minute in Amsterdam). I love how they let the flea market go on until late at night, because it’s a lot less crowded and the temperature isn’t as high. I really believe there is some kind of magic spell on Queens day: it can poor with rain the days before, but it’s always (well, almost always) dry on Queens day. So with Coronation day on Tuesday, Wednesday is going to be nothing as well. Even though there is a restriction of 1 beer per person in Amsterdam and a cancelation of happy hour, people are going to get hammered anyway. I just love to see those groggy hangover faces the next day. So that’s for Wednesday, which leaves only Thursday, since I took Friday of for a shopping date and movie night with my friends. But don’t tell my boss! ;)

With love,

Willemijn

Stats

Drum rolls please! According to the weather forecast, spring should hit our little country this weekend! And I have to say, I’ve seen a lot of blue skies and birds the last couple of days… Could it really be? Unfortunately, I’ve hadn’t had an awful lot of time to look out the window, with the planning of a new test day and my epic battle with SPSS. Damn statistics. Although, they have predicted the upcoming nice weather, so they are good for something. I just haven’t got a clue how to apply them to my research. Something ANOVA, something…? Help, anyone? And to make things easier (not) my supervisor decided to slip out the door unnoticed. We (two other interns and I) were all quite stunned when we found out she left for Scotland, but by that time she had already left. The moral totally plummeted… (Am I using that correct? I should really not be using fancy words) Luckily, my H&M package came on Friday to brighten my mood. And boy was it heavy! Usually I get everything in a plastic sack, but this time it came in a huge carton box. Seriously, my mum had to help me carry it upstairs, it was embarrassing. Apparently, I first had a small H&M order, but kept adding 1 or 2 items to the total package and postponed the delivery date. So my ‘small’ order secretly turned into a massive package. The delivery guy nearly buckled under the weight: 6kg! Oops… But I haven’t kept nearly half of it, so I didn’t totally ignore my ‘no shopping until May’ rule. Speaking of May, I’ll be going on a short vacation brake to France! Woohoo! Only three more weeks!

With love

p.s. I passed my last course! Score! 4 down, only 3 (or 4?) more to go.

Last Saturday night

Is it just me, or does it seem harder to start on Monday when you’ve had an awesome weekend? Like, the better you weekend, the worse you’ll feel when you start on Monday? I was kind of hoping it would give me some renewed energy for the research project, but all I’ve been doing is day dreaming and reminiscing about the party last Saturday. About what could have been. About what might have been if I hadn’t left so early. Damn, I still regret it. I could have talked just a little while longer to that guy I really really liked. Or maybe that wouldn’t have been a good idea, since I already made the great move by somehow spilling my drink in his ear. If the ground could just have opened up and swallowed me whole. Seriously, the guy is 2 meters tall! And I manage to hit my straw, and flick water at his head! Did I mention it was my 5^th drink? Of some unknown mixture with vodka, limoncello en sprite. It tastes awesome, but you need a strong liver. One of the hosts works at a liquor store, and he went a little crazy with the booze. And since I’ve been out of practice, it hit home hard. As did the drink hit his face. But I don’t think I scared him off too much, cause he laughed really hard and stuck around. God, I hope he has a great sense of humor. So maybe I left at the right time, before I could do any real damage. Speaking of damage, a little birdie told me some party goers (the host) did even more damage. To their liver I mean. Something about being send home in a taxi and throwing up four times. But hey, if it’s you birthday, and you recently got your Bachelors degree you’re allowed to go a little crazy, right? I’m just glad these things don’t happen too often :P But the maybe the memories can pull me through the horrible program that is called SPSS, and lift me spirits when I’m ready to give up on all statistics. I really suck at statistics, but unfortunately I really need to get started, if I want to make it out of here on time. As much as I like the occasional wackadoodle or patient (the wackadoodle does not refer to the patients, those are way more normal than some of the researchers that walk around at the psychiatric department) that skips by, I don’t think it's a good idea to stay here too long. It might rub off...

Laziness

Yes, I’m a lousy blogger. Although there is no law that states that you have to post something every day, I do sort of feel obliged to post twice a week. Which I have failed once again. I blame it on the weather. It has been so cold again lately! Spring, where are you?! It’s taking to freaking long! I’m really having the worst winter blues of my life. And it’s not doing my wallet any good. To compensate I’ve been eating horrible things in the hospital cafeteria (they really sell some artery-killing-stroke-promoting-food there!) and searching ebay for short skirts and floral dresses, just in case the weather decides to change overnight. Which will probably take another week or two. But in the meantime I’ve kept myself warm by running around for another test day. I’ll spare you the details, but I can say that one participant will have some bruises for a little while…. not thanks to me, thank God. And my mum played the ultimate sweetheart by ordering season 1, 2 and 3 of Hercule Poirot! So when I'm really feeling low and gloomy, I grab myself a blanket and snuggly watch David Suchet solve another 1930ies styled murder case. I adore that whole pre-war fashion and way of living. Minus the emancipation of course. And then there's also the party to look forward to! :D Since my social life has been kinda non-existent since the start of my internship, I’m really looking forward to seeing my friends and some interaction with the opposite sex. I’m only human after all… ;)

With love,

Willemijn

p.s We went to the flea market on Monday! I knew my dad couldn’t resist. And I bought the cutest (fake) snake leather bag!