No, I am not starting a Youtube channel, I have had to make so many videos for my course lately. We get the weirdest, most creative assignments. I filmed myself walking cross-legged in front of graffiti the other day. This is a training course to become a primary teacher, might I add. I am not studying the art of clown-making. (I hope my teachers don't read this. If they do, well, they know I am odd and that I don't particularly mind odd assignments. But I stand my case. I do get odd assignments. But that's ok. Even though I sometimes don't see the point.) *smiles sweetly*
And yes, this video I filmed on the ground in the bathroom, because the acoustics are the best there. I had to film myself singing a song. I went for 'Sixteen going on Seventeen.' Hey, should I post the recording here? Should I? But, but, Naomi, no! I am self conscious of my recorded voice... But then, I should do something now and then that I am uncomfortable doing, right? So here... I guess.
(Hello future Naomi, who will probably delete this recording.)
My messy but cosy corner. I may be slightly addicted with polaroid pictures.
Because blurry pictures at a museum are so hashtag retro and cool and post-worthy, amirite. (Gosh, spotify ads. Hush.) (Sorry, I am listening to a spotify playlist and the amount of times it tells me to listen to the ad so I can have the next 30 minutes ad-free is recklessly tiring.) (Here I am writing in brackets again.) (I just side-track in my thoughts so much and then it feels kinda unfair to my main thought to not put it in brackets, you know?) (You probably don't.) (NAOMI GO ON TO THE NEXT PICTURE. SMH.)
(Oh I just found out that 'smh' means 'shaking my head.' For so long I thought it was some kind of way to write out a sigh. SMH sounds like a sigh, right?)
Me and my darling friend Julia had a joint birthday party a week ago, and this was the cake 'we' (read: she) made. We put the 18 candle on it because Julia is 18 and it's pretty. (Although *I* am 19. *just saying*) We played games, ate tortilla, sang songs from The Greatest Showman till those who didn't know the songs got annoyed (then we went on to Frozen, Wicked and Hamilton.), ate cake, laughed, played hide and seek (yes, we are 5-year-olds) and laughed. It was lovely.
The lighting at Julia's house before the guests arrived was beautiful so I took a picture. I have a phone so I might as well. Right-o?
I should write something about the sunset but what I'm thinking is 'wow, my window needs washing.'
I don't know why on a day when I was feeling depressed and sad about the world I decided to take a picture of my journal. Do not ask my weird ways of nature.
This was back in January, when we got snow! SO MUCH. Jk. Not very much. (Enough for just about every Belgian person in the news to complain though. Man alive. People complain soooo much about snow here. I'm like, dude, go live in Canada or Alaska and you will realise how pathetic this is. Once this year the news here advised the nation not to go to work because there would be a lot of traffic because of 5 centimetres of snow.)
Anyway, I like this picture. That's our garden. The blue house is the garden shed, not our house.
A bored capturing-the-sunshine-in-the-winter picture at a station while waiting for a train. The graffiti says 'ride a dragon' (in french.) I haven't ridden a dragon yet because I'm not sure it's wise to take the advice of people who put graffiti on walls. It's illegal. (Not to ride a dragon. To put graffiti on public walls.)
These pictures are interesting, right? You must be so entertained.
Translation of the Dutch proverb/saying/quote: "Nothing so annoying as a proverb on the wall."
(It rhymes in dutch.) (It's all supposed to be funny.) (I liked it. So I took a pic.)
And I finish off with a Lion-King-esque sunset because MY HEART. GOD IS AMAZING.
(PS: I hope this post wasn't too boring. ;-P)