Faye's Fabulous Fandango

A load of crap

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 18:18:00 +0000

Since I don't know anything to write on my other blogs, I thought I'd spend time typing nonsense on this one. After all, this is my nonsensical nonsense blog. I more or less started uni again today. Well, actually, it was last week but I can't be bothered to write about last week.

In other words, I had to sit and wait on my taxi for ages and ages, wahoo. The good life is definitely started again. It's kind of weird walking around the building now, as I'm a fourth year student among so many more first, second and third year students. I wonder if that gives me the right to feel important at all.

I'm going to revamp this blog into my diary, minus the secrets. And yes, I know that's not what a blog is for and that you all don't give a shit about what I do, but still. It might actually help me.

I've been obsessed with watching series like Heroes and Gilmore Girls. In fact it started with GG but then I couldn't find episode 4 of season 2 so I switched to watching Heroes instead. I've seen all GG episodes anyway. Was pretty new to Hertoes and even though I refused to watch it at first - out of pure spite because it was so popular - I'm glad I watched it anyway. It's great.

The cat snores...

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 16:19:00 +0000

My cat is bonkers. She just snores when she's asleep. I couldn't quite put my finger on what I was hearing all the time, so I went on a little hunt for the sound and found it was the mad catter. Next she'll be smoking cigars!

Fly, go away!

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 13:04:00 +0000

There is a fly in my room. It is dying and I know this because I can hear pathetic whimpered bzzzts every now and again but I can find the bloody thing anywhere. It's annoying me beyond compare. I'm on a mission to find the fly and put it out of it's misery. Before it drives me bananas.

Faye is a n00b

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 10:24:00 +0000

Hellodio!

I am such a n00b. I just went on ordering Horatio Hornblower on DVD (already have half of it but the two I miss aren't for sale anymore, seperately!) but accidently clicked the wrong account number. Dummy. Oh well, now my parent's will get the bill and I will have to pay them back. Heehee.

N00000000b.

For those of you who don't know Horatio Hornblower. Shame on you! No, it's not porn. It's about a sailor, the coolest sailor ever. Go check it out.

Ciao!

Annoying little cool song

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:03:00 +0000

Hello chummies.

I hve this annoying song in my head that is so annoying that it won't get out of my head anymore. No, actually, it's a cool song but it's just annoying because it's been stuck in my head for the entire day already. Even the stick-in-your-head number one song Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis won't help getting it out.

I think I should go see a brainsurgeon. I'm Yours by Jason Mraz will not get out of my head. And what kind of last name is Mraz? Come on, it sounds Klingon.

All done complaining.

x

Paparazzi Faye

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 23:00:00 +0000

Helodeo!

I have attained a new spiffy photocamera, so I will paparazzi Faye from now on. Beware!

xxx

Faye has been slacking

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:37:00 +0000

Hello lovelies.

This is me just checking in to let you know I am still among you. Just being really lazy like a lazyperson on lazy pills. The good news, I've got holidays. Allthough on second though I'm not sure if that is good or bad news. I'm bored as a a bored person on bored pills, you see. As I usually am during the seasonal breaks.

I've also been to Frogland. It was quite alright and the weather was nice and sunny. There were no cute Frenchies hopping about, unfortunately, allthough I did see musicians on stilts if that counts. What surprises me though is that proper snogging is called French kissing, because none of the Froggies I have seen looked at all appealling to kiss.

Also, the spellingchecker on this thing is bloody rubbish. I mean, it highlights every word as wrong. What the ef is up with that? Ey?

Checking out,

Byeeeee xxxxx

And that's when Faye learned to count backwards! 6!

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:04:00 +0000

Hello lovely people,

I feel so smart now that I've learned to count backwards. I started at 7 and I really wasn't sure if I bwas able to make it to the end which I know is 0, but it seems that today, I've made it to 6.

So, what kind of countdown is this? And what am I doing during this whole countdown? For those of you that can't be bothered to read my previous postings, I'm going on a trip to Liverpool in, 6 days (ooers!).

Once I'm there I will be seeing my favorite band, *cough* the Fratellis *cough*, preform, twice. I will also be seeing some of my great Fratellis forum friends while I'm at it. And in Nottingham.

I tend to write Nottingham like Nothingham, but I don't mean no offence. I'm just stupid.

Anyway, what am I doing on countdown day number 6? I was at university first doing absolutely nothing that has to do with the countdown. Worked hard though, so patted myself on the shoulder. After university I went and sat in the sun because the sun is very nice and shiney today. Wind was less kind and gave me goosebumps. Now I'm back home.

Day 6 of the countdown days includes doing the laundry so that I can pack the clothes I need for when I go. Two laundries in one day because I was rather behind, which I think is a given when you're a student. I wish the weather forecasts would be reliable though so I could decide what to take with me right this instant, but no, I'll hve to wait till monday to be sure.

I also pre-ordered the UK-version of the Fratellis' second album 'Here We Stand', twice. Why twice? Because I'm a fanny. I'll probably end up ordering whatever version that's released beside the UK version too. And the singles, and oooooh!

Speaking of laundry, I found the craziest selection of random socks in my laundry basket. I don't think any of them match. So yes, I fear I must start a new fashion and wear unmatching socks. Very punk.

I'm also getting a haircut on saturday, so maybe I should dye it bright pink, since I'm going punk. Nah, there is too much red in my wardrobe to dye my hair pink. I'm thinking sort of copper-with-highlights. Yes I do.

For now, that's all you're gonna get for this episode of Faye's Fabulous Countdown.

Bye!

Countdown! 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0!

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:09:00 +0000

We have lift off? No, of course not, we're not at NASA, silly people!

Actually, the countdown number for today should be 7 as in one week I will be flying to Liverpool to see gigs and do Beatles-related things like a proper tourist should.

Had I mentioned that besides Liverpool I'll also be in Nottingham and in Manchester? If not, well there you go. I am well excited and have yet to start thinking about what to pack and what not to pack. Finding it rather challenging to be honest. Can't decide between videocamera or photocamera. Knowing me, I will end up taking both of them.

Since I've got to make sure I have enough things to bother, eh, entertain you with for the remaining 6 days, this is all I'm going to write. Also I doubt anyone will read this in the first place.

x Faye

I'm so going on a trip in April!

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 18:30:00 +0000

Hello my chummes and chumettes!

This is Faye checking in on you. Well, not really, it's Faye checking in on her blog that has been severely neglected.

I just came to tell you that I am so excited because I'm going on a trip in April. To the UK. To Liverpool. I'm going to see the Fratellis play in Carling Academy. With other bands I don't know. I only care about the Frats anyway.

Prolly gonna do the Beatle thing if you get my drift. Supercool with knobs and lollipops. And that's cool.

Bye now.

Be creative, thy heart aches

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 10:05:00 +0000

I have no idea what my title is about, but I just felt like using it as a title.

Today is one of those days where I feel like writing but I have absolutely no idea what to write about. But, being Faye, I have an excuse to write about nothing.

Having a cold really sucks. I know all about this because I have a really really bad cold and it is not going away because that's what really bad colds do, they stick around for ages, annoying the crap out of me.

For a wanting to write day, I'm having a really bad case of typo. Also, I have a bad way of putting my wanting to write to use as I actually have homework I could write on, or write my book, or... stuff that isn't as useless as what I'm doing now.

You know what sucks? Idols finally has talent and then my favorite person gets voted out in the semi-finals. Like, harsh. Now just my second favorite person is in there with my least favorite person. I would have much rather seen my favorite and second favorite people in the finals because that would have been a pretty cool final.

Anyway, I've killed my desire to write.

See ya!

Ps. Valentines day was as uneventful as I thought it would be. *sob*

Heater broke, bad Valentines day sign?

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 21:24:00 +0000

Hello dudes and dudettes,

I'm totally freezing. The weather was nice today so that is not it, but now it's dark and evening and my heater has decided it is not going to work anymore. Maybe this is just Mom's scheme, really, to get me to go to bed early. Not actually a bad idea.

Anyway, being the hopeless romantic that I am, I wonder if maybe this has something to do with Valentines Day and if it might be a sign that it is going to be very cold on that day. Oh well, they call it Singles Awareness Day for a reason, right?

I've never thought too much about Valentines. It's all a commercial rip off now anyway. Everything just has to be turned into a Hallmark moment, hasn't it? Of course I will look at it in a completely different way if you all send me cards. Though I realise that it's a bit late for that now.

Check back soon!

An update from a stranger?

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 11:42:00 +0000

Hello old chaps!

Just a quick hello from your old pally Faye, because just one post in the wonderful first month of 2008 won't do at all.

Today is the queen's birthday. Happy Birthday Queenie. She is now 70 years old. Hurray!

Bootcamp is unfortunately over. I must say I miss it already. Weeeh. But anyhoo, HOLIDAYS!!! Celebration time come on!

I've got no plannies but to sleep in my bed a lot. Bed is my friend.

Oh well, see you.

Fireworks didn't kill me

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 12:22:00 +0000

No, don't worry. I've not blown myself up. Sorry to those that are disappointed. Not that I care about you because you are mean people.

Normally, I watch everyone else's fireworks. I planned to this year, but then mist decided to spoil the party and give me no view at all. Gr. So no pretty fireworks. Champagne enough though. If you cant have the one thing you want, find another. Champagne works.

Now I'm tired *snooooooore*.

We have lost all radio contact. No wait...

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 22:07:00 +0000

Luietenant Faye, reporting for duty, Sir! Oh no, wait, wrong thingy. Excuse me.

In other words, I'm still alive and kicking. Internship is still very much like bootcamp and I still feel like they've shaved my head bald. Like a soldier, not Britney. I wonder what I would look like, bald, and yet I don't have the guts to try. Partly, of course, because it takes ages to grow back. I think it's really unfair. Cutting it off takes like two seconds and growing it back takes forever. Same with trees.

Today, Mom's tv went sizzle wizzle dizzle and now we have the pleasure of having a brand new Philips Ambilight 32" LCD tv in our livingroom to see if we like it. I am very pleased. It's like cinema only smaller and in the middle of an 80s disco with fancy lights. And I mean fancy. I'm actually watching it now, so I must be the queen of multitasking. Booyah.

I'll see you later when my drool bucket is running over.

No inspiration is a bitch

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 09:03:00 +0000

Ok, I feel so very uninspired. For anything at all. Even getting up in the morning is very uninspiring. I would rather just be sleeping because then I might have inspiring dreams. Possibly.

I want to draw Disney but I suck. Bah. If anyone knows an animator please introduce me (seriously). I still want to learn how to animate, it's a dream that isn't there constantly but reoccurs whenever I watch an animated feature. Damn. Being an animator is not an easy profession though, it seems. Very little work.

But then again so is writing a book. very uncertain job. I better turn out to be incredibly talented.

Inspire me with your sublime comments, that's an order!

Fashion drawing is ridiculous

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:42:00 +0000

Today I found out that drawing fashion is ridiculous. I bought this book about figure drawing for fashion design and it looks great, until you realise that fashion anatomy does not meet the standards of anatomy discussed in any other figure drawing book.

The women's legs are so long it looks like the women are walking on stilts. It is insane. Other than that it's great.

That's all.

Bootcamp wasn't final by the way

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 07:01:00 +0000

I said I was going to put my nice prezzie from Christy onto my sidebar yesterday after bootcamp. I also said that if I didn't I'd collapsed in bootcamp. This is a lie. I'm still here. I just kind of forgot to upload the thingy yesterday. But look, it's on there now!

I am at bootcamp now by the way. Shh. Don't tell anyone. I'm starting in 20 minutes, I've decided. There was this article in the newspaper the other day about how employers lose millions of dollar due to employees being on MSN and Youtube. Well, I'm not on there, am I? Not yet anyway. Plus, I'm not getting paid. But I'm a hard worker so there's no alarm here.

Hmm. Better get started.

x Faye

I'm totally fabulous (with knobs?)

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 05:16:00 +0000

Hello my fabuloso friends!

I'm totally fabulous with knobs, or at least Christy (clicky clicky) seems to think so. She's given me a Totally Fabulous award! Squee.

Now I am off to bootcamp. Or rather, my internship. If I don't come back from bootcamp, I've collapsed. Just in case, I love you all.

Talk later when I've added that award to my sidebar somewhere for prettification.

Slaters!

I am feeling lucky but nothing is happening

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 15:09:00 +0000

Hello readers,

I'm feeling particularly lucky at the moment but nothing is happening. Damnit. Lucky feeling is playing tricks on me.

In other news, I've been making (two, so far) guest appearances at Santa's house, but I'm not quite sure if they like me there. Oh well, I get free supplies of milk and cookies from Mrs. Claus, I'm not complaining.

Also, I got this cool new thing at the sidebar to your right that says vote for me on Fuel My Blog. You should click on it, I might do a trick for you. I can do very cool tricks. Clicky clicky. You have to sign up but it's cool and takes only three minutes (I've counted). Plus there are other cool blogs on there like mine. Chop chop, push the button.

Hm, still feeling lucky, still nothing's happened.

Maybe later.

x Faye

Ps. Push the button. You know you want to.

Grmmbbbff noises

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 17:19:00 +0000

I don't understand why my stomach keeps going grrrmmmbbfff even though I've had dinner already. And dessert. My stomach is an odd one. Also, it tends to go grrmbbbbfff when I really don't want it to go grmbbbff. Like when I'm at school doing some kind of usually useless presentation. When I finally get everyone to shut up and be quiet, by staring at everyone but saying nothing, my stomach goes grrrmmbbffff. The embarrassment.

I've chosen my last resort, ie. munching on Pringles, to shut up the belly, but now with every Pringle it goes grmmmbff. Stomach is damn hard to satisfy. Maybe if I ignore it. For days, until I starve. Well, nearly. Perhaps then it will understand that food is a luxery and keep quiet in respect for undernourished stomachs.

"Please donate to me. Milk and cookies if you please.

Grmbbfff,

Faye's stomach."

Attack of the Suicide Fly

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 15:07:00 +0000

Wheeeelp!

I'm being attacked by the big scary Suicide Fly!

It is a fly that flies very slowly like a fly on weed or something. It just looms over your head and then drops down super fast like an eagle and headbutts you, in the eye. Kamikaze Fly. Very evil. Only, the fly won't die. That rhymes, yay! I should start a career as a poet or as a lyricist. I almost wrote lyracist there. I wonder what kind of racist I would be if I were a lyracist.

Suicide Fly is still being loomy and lurky like a loomy lurky thing with lurkers. I'm trying to bat it away but it just keeps coming. It's funny how there is tons of space in a house and flies always manage to find the one human present in the house to be annoying to. See, Suicide Fly even has it's own radar. Whenever the radar spots something it starts beeping and screaming. HUMAN TO ANNOY SPOTTED! HUMAN TO ANNOY SPOTTED!!! I recon the way a fly looks is very similar to a pilots look, at least in the old days. Big eyes like big goggles. You see it?

Must find a way to eliminate Suicide Fly once and for all. Am not finding anything effective. Why does Suicide Fly have to be so tiny. It's easier to bat down something bigger. But then again, big Suicide Fly might actually cause me pain. My aunt has this electrical fly bat thing. It looks like a crossover between a miniature tennis racket and a barbecue. You locate your fly, walk over, press button, hit fly with bat. It sizzles and fries. Muahaha! I'm sorry, I find that thing highly amusing. Sadist. I was on holiday in France once to visit my aunt. She has a house there. My cousin was there too, and we spent hours batting at flies. Pointless, because all doors were open and she lives in the mountains with sheep practically living in her backyard. When we got bored we started to just bat at each other. Owww! You get electrical shocks. But still, anything for entertainment.

Suicide Fly seems to have left me alone while I was rambling on here. So the point of my ramble is now gone.

Victory!

If I live to be a hundred it would be so weird

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 15:33:00 +0000

Hello ready people!

Just a little hello from your old pally Faye. I know it has been a while since I last bothered you, so I thought it was high time to do so again. Naggity nag.

When I say old pally I kind of mean it in a literal sense because my birthday has come and gone and I am a year older. You know, that is really rubbish because you aren't actually a year older at all. You are just another period of undefined time older. But I won't get into that because I'll only confuse myself. Shut up brain. However, because it was my birthday and at dinner some time later we were talking about what it would be like to be a hundred years old, I will talk to you about what it would be like to be a hundred year old. Not that I've ever been a hundred before, so I can't really say that I know what I'm talking about. Though I do live next to an elderly home. On occasion one of them elderly people wanders into our building all confused and then the nurse has to come and take them back. Awww. I hope I never become that far gone.

Back on topic. If I were to be a hundred years old it would be so weird. I can just imagine myself, all scrawny and toothless with stringy white curly hair but slightly bald and with a shivering hand and a cane and a wheelchair. Wait, no I can't. That's not me. I would be the cat lady that makes cookies and sits in a rocking chair reading a book.
I just hope I won't annoy my children. Must remind myself not to be annoying when old. But I bet every not-old person reminds themselves of that until they get old, and then they forget and get annoying anyway.

Luckily I am not old yet and I don't have any children to annoy, yet. Hm, maybe I should write myself a note and put it in my wallet to keep with me forever. 'Must not get annoying to my kids and grandkids when I get old.'

Brilliant idea, no?

Mess triples by the minute if you don't clean

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 18:44:00 +0000

Good day dearies,

It's weekend, and I'm incredibly bored. Mom and Dad have gone to France with their golf competition groups. Dad went last week and Mom went today. So I am all aloney.
Somehow my friends are also either busy or not around. These are the kind of days I should use to do useful things such as doing the laundry, cleaning out my closet in which I keep my clothes because it's a mess and cleaning up my room in general. But I can't be bothered, ya know?
Dishes are also becoming slightly moldy. Nah, I'm kidding. But does anyone notice that once your room is a mess it gets worse by the second? Or is that just my luck?

Cleaning baaaaah!

No drills are bleeding

noreply@blogger.com (Maartje van Hoorn) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 15:50:00 +0000

Hello chummies!

I have three minutes to write you all a message. I was going to tell you yesterday that I had to go to the dentist today. But I forgot. I was going to complain why we humans can't just chew on Dentasticks like dogs can to keep our teeth in perfect condition but I suppose that it's too late now.

I've been to my dentist who could play in a commercial because he's got one of those very very friendly faces with blue eyes and that, but I've not seen him in any commercial yet. My teeth are fine by the way. In fact, I could be in a commercial myself because my teeth are perfect and pretty. One of those 'Maybe it's real, maybe it's Maybelline' commercials would do me fine.

So, I hereby blind you with my deathly white smile and am off to dinner, to eat my my perfect teeth.

Ta!