Sleeping

It is a drowsy dreary day out in Leeds today.

Although the day started with hope blowing in the breeze, it has ended badly.

I'm talking about the weather, by the way.

After a practically apocalyptic rain/wind frenzy 

(the trampoline in the back garden was picked up and blown into the fence!!) 

and another colossal library stint this afternoon, 

I am collapse-on-the-bed kind of tired.

It is taking all of my mental effort to write this and I'm asking myself why bother?

I should just go to sleep.

My brain is asleep already. 

The rest of my body is not far behind.

And I have to be at work early tomorrow!

Early!

I start at half 7 anyway and they want me there early?

It's a good job that I got two firsts this week.

Oh what, that statement has nothing to do with what I was talking about?

I know, I just wanted to declare it.

I am all kinds of proud.

You see those socks in the picture?

Ross got them for me for Christmas last year.

They are my favourites.

I know that Ross has some Christmas presents hidden in his drawers.

It is taking all of my will power not to tear through those drawers and give myself an early Christmas.

I am tired.

And I can not be held resonsible for what I blog about when tired.

Which is why I'm about to tell you that whenever I make a bagel and give half to Ross, I always keep the fatter half for myself.

That is probably why I am the fatter half out of the two of us.

I am tired, so will finally bid you a goodnight.

Amsterdam

At uni I'm a primary school teacher with a  French specialism. 

(Note, this does not mean I am fluent...I wish!)

And I'm all about making culture a massive part of language lessons.

A big part of that is dispelling stereotypes.

So when people say that Amsterdam smells like a weed and everyone cycles everywhere, I thought that that was the Dutch equivalent of people saying that English people wear top hats and monocles and only eat roast beef. 

Apparently I was mistaken.

Because Amsterdam literally does smell of weed.

Very strongly.

And there are cyclist everywhere.

Infact, after we got off the coach, we saw a cyclist face plant into the road right in front of us. 

True story.

He wasn't even wearing a helmet.

He was ok though, just really embarrassed I think.

Another true story, we saw a Momma cycling along with a bubba boy in her front basket and a bigger bubba stood balanced on the seat behind her.

It was like a circus act.

I wish that I'd have taken a picture.

Anyways, I absolutely loved Amsterdam.

Such a beautiful city.

The canals and the tall skinny buildings were exactly how I imagined they would be.

Also, don't you think that I would make an excellent cheese lady?! ^^^^

BEST VIDEO EVER!

This is going to be the lamest post ever, 

but I feel that I have no need to apologise.

This video is so amazing that there is absolutely no need for apologies. 

Watch it.

Seriously.

And do it now.

You guys, I cried.

Fully.

When the fountain lights up, my eyes welled up.

When the marching band part and you see him stood there, I literally started crying.

By the time it pans across to her parents, I was sobbing.

Like the hopeless romantic that I am, my body was convulsing with every sob and I was just so happy for her.

Now, please, watch this, and enjoy!

Grey day

I stole a peek out the window at uni late this afternoon at the grim, 

grim sky overhead and it hurt me. 

The sky is hurting my feelings. 

So desperately grey and so...loomy.

So very loomy.

Like the clouds are so thick that you could throw a few small objects up at them and they would bounce right back down.

And probably hit you square in the kisser.

But the grey, loomy clouds didn't matter today, 

because by the time I was really paying attention to them, 

my French presentation was done.

Don-don-donnnne.

That means I can free up the entire section of brain-space that was dedicated to learning my presentation and I can start to fill it up with something else.

Maybe I could fill it with some camera information and finally learn what the heck aperture and an f-stop is?

Or maybe some delicious wintery soup recipes.

Mmm, that's a definite possibility.

Or maybe I could just leave it empty.

Just for a little while anyway.

Looking forward

There a few little things I'm looking forward to this week.

Tomorrow I have to give a presentation in French.

I'm not looking forward to actually doing the presentation, but I am looking forward to it being done.

I can already imagine how relieved I'm going to feel.

Then on Wednesday I hand in another assignment.

I'm not looking forward to writing the damned thing, but I'm looking forward to handing it.

I'm in school on Thursday, which is honestly my favourite part of my degree.

I'm looking forward to being called Mrs Kerr again and coming away with another five drawings of myself with various kiddies for my fridge.

Then on Friday I'll be in Amsterdam.

Just a casual little trip for the day.

How sweet will that be?

This is why I love living in Europe, hop on a ferry for the night and wake up in Amsterdam.

Boom.

I promise to avoid the 'special' brownies, but I can't make any promises about the red light district.

I'm kind of intrigued to see it.

Don't judge me for that.