Please help me out

First of all: a VERY big Thank You to those who congratulated me on my birthday! I really appreciated it! You guys rock! This is me looking all happy and hyped:


Alright, so now let's move on to the real post.




I don’t know what exactly it is, but the sound of someone typing on a keyboard soothes me. When I hear someone type on a computer, I could fall asleep immediately. I just love the sound and wish I had it on tape so I could listen to it when I go to sleep every night.
But what I love even more than listening to someone else typing is when I get to type something. Firstly that is because of the sound, but I’m also fascinated every time that by pressing a button with a letter on it, this letter appears on a screen. This fascination and adoration of the keyboard goes very far back. I remember that when I was a teenager, I used to sit down and type the books that I was reading into my computer. Yeah, I am was quite a dork.

But here comes my problem:
As of late, inspiration has left me. There are no weird or funny things happening in the life of Loys at the moment and, let’s face it, I can’t bore you with another list. That means no typing for me. I'm seriously making a sad face right now.
So I was thinking (applause!) that maybe everybody who reads this could help me out. Here’s the plan:
You either suggest a subject that you want me to write about or you can ask me any question you would like to know, and I will write about it in the next few posts.
In my eyes, that is a win-win situation. You get to read about something you would like to read about, or I can answer a question you’ve been dying to ask me (because I’m sure there are a lot…yeah…) and I get to type. Bonus: the blog gets updated more frequently. So it is more of a win-win-win situation.

So please please please (I don’t sound desperate at all, do I?!) leave a question or suggestion in the comments and I guarantee I will answer/write about it.

Ok? Then GO!

So now I'm 23

Today is my birthday and I actually had something crazily awesome planned for you. I was going to give you a present: a ridiculously embarrassing video of me and Jay where we are singing. But unfortunately, blogger failed me, it took forever to upload the video and after almost 6 hours (!!), I gave up.
So maybe you'll get the video some other time, instead I'm going to recap yesterday night and today. Because it was awesome!

Jay, Caty and another friend had a surprise planned for me yesterday evening so we could celebrate my birthday. All I knew was to really dress up.
They all came over to my place with a bottle of champagne and Caty did my hair and make up. I love it when she does that, she's a real pro at it.



The surprise the girls had planned for us was to go have dinner in a very very fancy hotel. This hotel used to be a water tower and it looks simply beautiful. I've always wanted to go in there, but it's just a little out of my financial league.
The place looked as stunning as I imagined it to be and the dinner was amazing!
The whole thing was so fancy, I didn't dare to take out my camera and take any pictures. I really regret that now, but I stole a picture of the restaurant from their website for you.



We planned to go to the club where the new boyfriend (YAY!) works, because otherwise we couldn't have seen each other at all on my birthday.
The funny thing is that in that club was a gay party yesterday. Celebrating my birthday at a party for gays? That's definitely a first. And also the quiet and noble atmosphere at the restaurant and then being greeted by two huge transvestites in front of the club was...quite a contrast.
The boyfriend organised champagne for as all and when midnight came around and everyone congratulated me, we had a lot of fun taking silly pictures.

I love it when Caty makes that face

Jay and me (and boyfriend's back)



After a while, we went to another club to dance, and dancing we did! I seriously couldn't feel my feet after a while.

Yesterday night was awesome, I had so much fun and I was able to celebrate my birthday with these ladies, who mean so much to me and who are the coolest people to walk on earth!




All in all, yesterday was a great start to this day!

Today, I went to visit my mother (it's her birthday as well) with my siblings and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw how much she had baked for all of us!




After a wonderful afternoon at my mother's house with a LOT of cake, we headed over to my father's. Of course, the eating continued. I am in LOVE with raclette. Have you tried it? If not, do it now!
My father also fulfilled one of my two biggest wishes for this birthday. He got me a guitar! (The second wish was a face without any zits, still waiting for that to happen.) I can't wait to learn how to play!

So the whole day was more than amazing, I had a fantastic 23rd birthday! I couldn't have imagined the day to be better.

But wait, when I came home today, there was another present from Caty and Jay waiting for me. You're wondering what else they got me? Look for yourself!

I've got some confessions to make

I guess we all know that I love to make lists of random stuff. A lot of my recent posts seem to be lists of things that make me happy, things that I am good at, or things that guys should not be doing on dates.

I recently read a confession post by the Busy Bee Lauren, who I adore, and thought this could make a cool new list. So here it is, I've got a lot of stuff to confess.

1. I’m very very lazy when it comes to doing laundry. My hamper is always full. More than full. I have invented my own system of how to get more stuff into it when it’s actually already full. I get mocked a lot for this by Jay and Caty.

2. During my “wild phase”, I used to go up to guys in clubs and asked them whether they’d like to kiss me. They always wanted to.

3. I categorize people into 2 categories and it’s not the usual “good people” vs. “bad people”. My categories are “he/she looks like he/she smells good” and “he/she looks like he/she stinks”.

4. I do not like Madonna. She belongs into the stinky category.

5. I know a lot of girls hate “jeggings” and think they look ridiculous. I like them. Combined with a long shirt and boots: my favorite outfits at the moment.

6. I’m going to a Jonas Brothers concert next Sunday and I couldn’t be more excited. Sorry if you thought I was cool.

7. There’s a jar of pickles in my fridge that I opened about 4 months ago, ate approximately 2 pickles and I have never looked at it since then. It'll probably stay in there until I move out of this apartment.

8. I just saw that the mustard I have in my fridge went bad 6 months ago.

9. When I saw that, I shrugged and put it back into the fridge.

10. I had to take a lot of driving lessons before I was allowed to take the final test. According to my driving teacher, I had some mental issues. Jerk.

11. I never make my bed.

12. I once peed my pants in public. When I was about 12.

13. I’ve never watched a porn movie. For some reason, a lot of people are shocked when they hear that.

14. I pretend to be dead most of the times when my doorbell rings.

15. I once got my period while I was at a friend's house years ago. When I got up from the chair, I saw a huge stain on the cushion. I flipped it and pretended the whole thing never happened.

What makes me happy right now

Getting Poptarts and a High School Musical pen (that plays music) in the mail. ( Wooot! Alyssa!!)



Being called “Honey” again.

The cold weather and that I finally can wear my lovely fall clothes, especially my favorite green hat.



The look on my nephew’s face when he sees me.

And also: hearing my nephew laugh.

I made bread myself for the first time and it actually tastes good.



Watching teen movies with my girls.



The excitement of planning a semester abroad. (Reading how many open spaces there are at several colleges, however, does not make me that happy.)

Looking forward to the birthday party Caty and I are throwing.

I'm a Superior Scribbler

What? 2 posts in one day? Feels just like Christmas, doesn't it?!
But I have a special announcement to make: I received another award from Ana from far away!



Thank you so much, Ana!! You always give me the greatest awards and I love that! You are so awesome!

Here are the rules of the Superior Scribbler Award:

1. Each Superior Scribbler must turn and pass on this award to 5 of the most deserved blogs.

2. Each Superior Scribbler must link to the blog and name the author from which he/she received the award on his/her blog.

3. Each Superior Scribbler must display the award on his or her blog, and link to this post.

4. Each blogger who was awarded Superior Scribbler, must visit this post and add their name to the Mr. Linky. That way we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives this prestigious honor.

5. Each Superior Scribbler must post the rules to their blog.



I am tagging the following blogs:

Hyperbole and a half
Little reminders of love
Ramblings of an inane mind
Jaime untangled
Pointless stories


Thank you again, Ana!

My first love

In the last few weeks, there's been a huge change in my life. I'm still a little afraid to write about it...I'm afraid I might jinx it. But maybe you can tell that this change is concerning my love life...

A while ago, when I was feeling a little sentimental, I wrote down some memories I have of my first love. I wasn't sure whether I would ever post these, but since I'm not yet brave enough to write about my (hopefully) new love, I will share my memories of my first real love with you.


I remember the first time I saw you at a party, standing there by yourself and how I just walked over to you and we started talking.

I remember our first date, how you thought everything through but forgot to bring enough money.

I remember how embarrassed you were when you found that out and how cute you looked because of that.

I remember the first time you said “I love you”.

And when I said it back, I remember you telling me there were tiny people in your belly making flips and having a party.

I remember how you cooked not only for me once, but also for Jay.

I remember you standing in front of my door in the middle of the night, tears in your eyes and just saying “I’m so sorry” after our first fight.

However, I don’t remember what that fight was about.

I remember how we took a spontaneous trip to the sea and spent a wonderful day at the beach.

I remember the first night you stayed over. Just lying next to you, hearing you breathe, made me unbelievably happy.

I remember how you wrote “I love you” into the snow.

I remember the first time you called me “Schatz”.

I remember how you once accidentally called me “Schnatz” during the time you read all the Harry Potter books. (Schnatz = snitch)

I remember when I had to distract you from thinking too much and I just started talking in French.

I remember how well that worked and what effect that had.

I remember you buying me new shoes because my old ones were literally falling apart and I had no money at all.

I remember you joking with your mother, telling her I was pregnant. When she looked up, surprised, but in no way shocked, it freaked me out.

I remember that you knew right away that, when I have to blow off steam, you better not say one word.

I remember how you mocked my sister’s and my own dialect of German we invented.

I remember that after a while with me, you also started talking like that.

I remember you being upset because I didn’t notice right away that you shaved off your beard.

I remember us lying in each other’s arms, crying, because we were the witnesses of a terrible car accident.

I remember how we couldn’t believe our luck when the door of the car that caused the accident flew through the air and hit the ground only a few meters away from our car.

I remember how my legs were shaking because I was so nervous to see you again after we haven’t seen each other for only 1 week..

I remember you making an award for me that was standing on my desk when I came home one evening.

I remember you dressing up in clothes of mine as a joke and me taking pictures of you in them.

I remember I almost pissed myself with laughter when my brother found the photos on my computer and kept mocking you for hours.

I remember that every Friday, you bought the InTouch magazine for me.

I remember that sometimes, I was being rude to you and you annoyed the hell out of me.

I remember people constantly telling me that you and I are meant for each other.

I remember us slowly coming to a routine, not really appreciating the other one anymore.

I remember how you wanted to take a break of our relationship for 2 weeks so I could figure out what I want.

I remember you saying “So you don’t want to give us another chance?” and walking away in the rain.

I remember how I couldn’t stop crying for 2 days straight after that, missing you so much, until my sister shoved the phone in my hand and said “Just call him already!”

I remember that we had another 6 wonderful months after that.

I remember you asking me whether I was happy and me not having an answer to that.

I remember how we acted like everything was fine between us in front of our friends on New Year’s eve so we wouldn’t ruin their evening.

I remember you saying “So this is it then.” on January first 2008.

I remember how relieved and miserable I felt at the same time when you walked out of the door that day.

I remember that two months later, when we saw each other again for the first time, we both accidentally leaned in for a kiss to say goodbye, and I remember the pained expression on your face when we both realized this.

I remember you telling me about your new girlfriend and that I acted like I was incredibly happy for you.

I will always remember the 3 years we shared and all those up and downs we had. I’m lucky I can still call you my friend.

My job

We all have to have them. A lot of people hate theirs. Let's talk jobs, everybody.


When people ask me what kind of job I have and I tell them what I do, almost everybody’s reaction goes something like this:

“…um…ew”

Ok, so maybe I have quite an unusual job; a job that maybe not everybody would be willing to do.
But in my opinion it’s not that gross…at least it’s not that gross as long as I don’t really think about what exactly I’m doing.
All I do is weighing stones, writing down what they look like and then grinding them to dust.

Doesn’t sound that gross, right?

I try not to think about the fact that those stones used to be in another human being and, in most cases, were peed out.
So yeah, I work with kidney stones, preparing them for the analysis so that the doctors know how to treat the patient.

As I said, it’s not the usual student job. But it’s the perfect student job:
I can come more or less whenever I want, as long as I show up 2 times a week.
I can listen to music while I work. Or, what I also like to do while working: listening to my thoughts.
Sometimes there’s not a lot to do and I can leave again after only 1 ½ hours.
Even when I only have to stay a few hours, I still get paid the same amount as if I would stay the whole day.
And what’s most important to me:
There’s not a lot that I could do wrong.

The worst thing I could do would be to lose a kidney stone…for example by dropping it.

Of course that never happened. Not even last week. I never spent half an hour crawling around on the floor of the lab looking for a teeny tiny kidney stone. I also didn’t have to ask one of the cleaning ladies for a broom so I could sweep up all the dirt from the floor. And then I never had to go through all that dirt with my bare hands. I never had to do that. I swear.*


Sounds like the perfect job, doesn’t it?!
So what does yours look like?





* Yeah ok, I admit it. I had to do just that. I’m a dropper, I can’t help it. Just in case you’re wondering: I never found that stone again. But I still know exactly what it looks like. At least that’s something, right??