...And I am a material girl!

Here are 7 things that make my life nicer these days: (Yes, I realize that this post is stupid, materialistic and yes Oli; probably unsustainable, but sometimes, whilst far away from your friends, family and kúlusúkk (although you have new friends, a new (Maroccan) family and new candy (mmmm... appelkoeken...)) you just need to fill your life a bit up with material happiness).

• My Difrnce Mp3 player 'cause he (yes it's a he, his name is Theophilius) makes my life like a little tailor-made musical.
  
  
• My Lebara SIM-card. Supposedly I'm supposed to be calling back home for 13cent (if I'm calling to a land line). That's 87cents less than at Orange. But then again, I spoke to Bjargey for 6 minutes today and ran out of beltegoed, but I had 7,37 euros when I started. I'm not a big maths fan, but something's just not right here...
  
  
• The piano here at Casa Leisure makes me happy.
  
  
• The gas-warming up units (have no idea what that's called in English and quite frankly I don't bother blackling it...) that now warm up our class room. So now it's just cold. Not freezing.
  
  
• Selma's computer. Poor girl doesn't see much of it these days. She could, if she would just say "Inga, get your fucking fingers of my zebra-patterned Mac!". But she doesn't. And she's not a lot at home these days and her computer gets left behind... And I just hate to see it all alone, lying on the floor and just wanna keep it some company. But anyway, I had kind of forgotten how nice it is to have a screen that actually allows you to look at pictures, have large windows open and such luxury that I haven't been accustomed to since I died on my screen...
  
  
• The green H&M coat that I bought the other day. It's fab! And the pockets are not designed in the way that if one's drunk one will accidentally sit down in a cab and slam the door in the same millisecond that one's 4 days old mobile phone falls out of the pocket. Erm... if anyone would ever do that... ehe...
  
  
• Bollur. The dutch version of cream puffs may not be as big and juicy as the Icelandic ones (but to fill those in who are not lonely island castaways like myself, today is Cream-Puff-day, the day when children spank their parents and get delicious cream puffs for each spank. Our national holidays are special, aren't they?) but that just means you have to eat much more of them. I ate 10. But, honestly, they are really really small...

Appart from material things, there are, of course, a lot of people, consepts and ideas that make my world spin. Be sure of that...