Gwen is 25 and very much a typical Sagittarius. She lives her life (or tries to survive it) in her fave city in The Netherlands. She has a master's degree in Psychology, which is très useless. She is madly in love with the cutest & sweetest
boy she has ever met. Friends think her life resembles a soap opera & her friends are her life. Gwen is a proud brunette, who is equally sarcastic as she is sweet. She lives life like everyday is a fashion show.
She is loyal, honest and a somewhat functioning HSP. Movies, writing and webdesign are her passions. Kevin Williamson is her yoda. Crushes on Dermot Mulroney, Bradley Cooper,
and Megan Fox. Ali Larter is her role model.
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ABOUT BACHELORETTE PARTIES
So what you have to know is that I'm not an outgoing person. I'm rather reserved. It's unlikely that I will go out and do something crazy. I don't consider myself a 'fun' person. I'm the kind of friend who's there when you need advice and encouragement. The kind of friend you have dinner with and talk about life. I will also offer my services if you need someone to make sarcastic remarks and roll their eyes. I, however, am not the kind of friend you go out and party with. That's not me.
What happens is, you establish patterns in friendships. You know who you need to turn to for something. Go to the gym with friend X, to a concert with friend Y and bitch about life with friend G(wen). But then something happens: your friend is getting married! And then it doesn't matter what kind of friend you are, you will have to participate in this ritual called 'bachelorette party.'
Two of my friends are getting married this month (not to each other) and that means I will have to attend two bachelorette parties. OH NOES! Now I've never been to a bachelorette party, but what I can tell from movies and TV series it involves binge drinking. As I don't drink alcohol, I expected this whole experience to involve me drinking soda and tea, while others get drunk. I am wrong.
Bachelorette party #1 is this weekend. It's gonna be a sporty event, much to my surprise. I didn't expect this, because the bride doesn't strike me as the sporty type. But I've only known her for 7 years so what do I know? Her sister organised the activities so she must know her better, right? RIGHT?! Activities we'll be doing include: sumo wrestling, gladiator jousting and crossbow shooting. Let this sink in for a minute. Me, in a sumo suit, wrestling. [...] If Genesis found her own personal version of Disneyland, then I found my own personal version of Hell. You can tell me to lighten up, but I can assure you that it won't work. Afterwards, we're going out for Greek food. I'm not a fan of Greek food... So this day full of activities I don't want to be doing in the first place is gonna cost me €100. And I'm unemployed! And I'm gonna be moving soon, which is gonna cost me a lot of money! Do I want to be spending €100 on this? My dear readers, the answer is 'no.'
Bachelorette party #2 is exactly a week later and I will be participating in something called 'The Big Secret Soap Dinner'. Everyone has to dress up as their assigned character and try to figure out each other's fictional secrets. I haven't dressed up since I was a kid and even then I didn't like it. I don't dress up for Halloween and I don't head to Brabant to celebrate carnaval. Maybe I do need to remove the stick up my ass, but I had to be the mature one since I was a kid. It's hard for me to just relax and go along with stuff like this. Especially now that I'm stressed out about moving and I haven't exactly been feeling like social Gwen these past months. So there's another €75 I'm going to be spending.
And this excludes traveling expenses. And wedding gifts. F*ck you whoever decided bachelorette parties had to be so expensive. They're my friends and I love them and of course I want to be there for them. If I ever get married, I'd want them to be there at my non-expensive bachelorette party (and I've already made that clear to about every girlfriend I have that I don't want to do anything crazy and expensive). But not everyone comes from money and not everyone can afford to spend that much money for a day or night out. So no one else is allowed to get married until I have a new job. END OF RANT!
I'm sitting on boyfriend's couch with my laptop and Rooney playing in the background. He's out buying camping equipment, cause he's going to a music festival this weekend. He's very excited to see Snow Patrol, Mumford & Sons, Pendulum and uhm.. Die Antwoord. That's not really my thing. I feel at home here, even when he's not around. I look across the room and see a stack of my dvds, Léon, Shallow Grave, Gossip Girl season 1 and Knocked Up, among others, with The Zombie Survival Guide on top (because it's important to prepare yourself for possible zombie attack, of course ). There's a Cosmo in the magazine rack, my watch and necklace are on the table in front of me, and my Hello Kitty Pez dispenser is on the other couch. And while I can't see them, I know my boots are behind that couch, my clothes are in the bedroom and my toothbrush is in the bathroom. It feels right.
But I don't live here.
As you might remember, my parents want to move across the globe and the only thing holding them back is me. With my previous job it wasn't financially possible for me to move out (yes, apparently psychologists earn shit) and my current unemployment status hasn't really increased my chances. My sister and I decided to team up and we have finally found an apartment. It's actually on the same street where I live now, believe it or not. I like the neighborhood so that's an upside. But I'm not enthused. Not yet. It's gonna be a lot of work to fix the place up. The housing corporation (or however you call it) is currently working on it, but I have no clue what they're actually doing. We're going to check out the place again tomorrow, before we make a definitive decision. I hope I'll feel more positive about it. If we take this apartment, it will set everything in motion. My parents will start making their final arrangements to leave the country and move far, far away. While I don't have the best relationship with my parents, it kinda makes me sad. Except for them and my sister, I don't have any family. I wonder what Christmas will be like now?
I'd rather live here with boyfriend. It's closer to my friends as well. But I know it's too soon. And I don't want to rush into anything. I don't want to screw this up.
Okay, so it's not a picture of the actual key, but boyfriend did give me a key to his apartment! Or rather, he gave me his only key and told me to go make a duplicate while he was at work. Less romantic, but still, KEY!!! Of course, this all happened like a month ago, and me being the lazy blogger that I am, I just hadn't blogged about it yet. Though in my defense, I was sick this past week so I couldn't blog.
So the boyfriend thing is kinda awkward. Let's just say that if you're a regular visitor, you might remember that I mentioned a few posts back (it got lost when the site was hacked) I had a crush on a certain guy and career-wise, it wasn't such a good idea. Yes? Lightbulb? Well, that's boyfriend now. Yes, really. And things are going well. See: abovementioned key.
It's not the most conventional way to meet a guy. I certainly didn't plan on meeting a guy this way. I tried to fight my feelings and he did too. At the end of the day, we fell in love. It's as simple as that. And we're still madly in love. We met each other 7 months ago and been a couple for 4 months now. And I still get excited when I know that I will see him later. And I get sad when I know we'll have to say goodbye.
I've always been a commitment-phobe. I've always been emotionally distant. I've always disliked public displays of affection. I never really believed in love. I was too rational. I never understood the kind of love my friend Nathalie has with her boyfriend. The I-can't-stand-to-be-apart-from-you kind of love. I was too cynical. Even with the last ex, I didn't have that feeling. I liked him and rationally we were a pretty decent couple. But I didn't have that madly in love feeling. And I thought that was okay, cause I didn't really believe in it. I remember telling my BFF a week before the ex broke up with me that I was too scared to really go for the relationship, to really open up to him, I was afraid of getting hurt. And I did get hurt in the end. And I was glad I kept my wall up for the biggest part, cause I would have gotten hurt even more.
But with boyfriend it's different. It's been different from the start. He makes me feel safe. And while I still find opening up difficult, it's easier with him. He doesn't think things are strange. My crazy insecurities. Or the fact that I'm very neurotic. All the problems in my family. He tells me he's very proud of me, of the kind of person I am today despite everything that has happened. He's proud of the way I handle adversity. He's really been good to me in a time when things aren't going well. See: unemployment. See also: family issues.
And so I became the kind of girl I couldn't understand before. I became a girl like my friend Nathalie. And that is something Nat and I joke about a lot now.
Btw, I'm so loving this Glee layout Lucy made for me! Thanks so much, hun!
So what you have to know is that I'm not an outgoing person. I'm rather reserved. It's unlikely that I will go out and do something crazy. I don't consider myself a 'fun' person. I'm the kind of friend who's there when you need advice and encouragement. The kind of friend you have dinner with and talk about life. I will also offer my services if you need someone to make sarcastic remarks and roll their eyes. I, however, am not the kind of friend you go out and party with. That's not me. 
So this day full of activities I don't want to be doing in the first place is gonna cost me €100. And I'm unemployed! And I'm gonna be moving soon, which is gonna cost me a lot of money! Do I want to be spending €100 on this? My dear readers, the answer is 'no.'
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I'm sitting on boyfriend's couch with my laptop and Rooney playing in the background. He's out buying camping equipment, cause he's going to a music festival this weekend. He's very excited to see Snow Patrol, Mumford & Sons, Pendulum and uhm.. Die Antwoord. That's not really my thing. 
). There's a Cosmo in the magazine rack, my watch and necklace are on the table in front of me, and my Hello Kitty Pez dispenser is on the other couch. And while I can't see them, I know my boots are behind that couch, my clothes are in the bedroom and my toothbrush is in the bathroom. It feels right.
Okay, so it's not a picture of the actual key, but boyfriend did give me a key to his apartment! Or rather, he gave me his only key and told me to go make a duplicate while he was at work. Less romantic, but still, KEY!!! Of course, this all happened like a month ago, and me being the lazy blogger that I am, I just hadn't blogged about it yet. Though in my defense, I was sick this past week so I couldn't blog. 
Well, that's boyfriend now. Yes, really. And things are going well. See: abovementioned key.