» The last couple of days I've been doing nothing except reading. Reading and educating myself; first with Stephen Ambrose's
Band of Brothers book, which gave me a lot of more insight about Easy Company. The book, as it's mostly the case when making movies of books, has a lot more information that wasn't covered in the series. It was both a delightful and heartbreaking read. Whenever I'm interested in something, I want to get to the bottom of it. I want to know
everything about the subject. So I ordered Dick Winters' book and all of the other avalaible books of the Easy Company veterans ('Wind' Bill Guarnere, Lynn 'Buck' Compton, Don Malarkey and the 'We Who Are Alive and Remain: Untold Stories from the Band of Brothers'). I finished Ambrose's book yesterday and immediately started on Winters' memoirs. It's very interesting to read it from his point of view. Winters' very detailed story about the training in Camp Toccoa is fascinating. I can't wait to read the other books.
» My dad is at a music festival in the south of the Netherlands and will be away all weekend. My mom and I took this opportunity to have dinner at a restaurant with just the two of us. As it was still early (4pm) and there weren't a lot of customers, most of the waiters and waitresses sat outside, next to our table. At one point, a smoking hot waiter comes to the table and smiled and winked at me. Rawr. But it wasn't meant to be. As I had sort of guessed he was gay. Or in his words,
'a homosexual'. He told us a story of a female customer who'd kept hitting on him. When he told her he was 'a homosexual' she'd cursed, called him a
vieze flikker (dirty faggot), paid and left. He raged about homophobia and showed me a picture of his adorable boyfriend. Then he noticed my
bracelet and gave me a high-five. I've been wearing this bracelet for almost 3 years now and have never taken it off. Not even when I'm sweaty, like I am now.
» Speaking off sweaty, it is almost unbearably hot here. I've been complaining about the cold the whole winter and spring, but now that summer is finally here, I
wish it WAS cold. It is the hottest I've ever expierenced. We've had days when it was 35C (Celsius, which is 95 degrees in Fahrenheit). That is very, very unusual for our little country.
» Tomorrow is the world cup finale. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it to the end of it. I'm already so damn nervous. I'm about to puke. Whenever I think of it, my heart beats faster and I get even more sweaty than I already am. It's torture, really. The only thing I'm asking for is PLEASE don't let there be any penalties. GOD NO. I can't take that. D:
HUP HOLLAND HUP. GO GET THEM, TIGERS (or in our case, lions). Make me proud, please?
If Spain wins tomorrow, I'm gonna cry my eyes out. No doubt I'm gonna be sick, too (like I was in '98, I seriously puked my guts out after the lost match against Brazil). But then at least we were beat by an excellent team with awesome players.