log lady

I've been tagged! For the first time ever, would you believe it. Joost managed to find five tag virgins, not obscure bloggers at all, very odd. Being tagged is called “een stokje”, in Dutch, a stick. I've been given a stick. So let's try to Canadianize that a little, let's call it a log. So I can be the Log Lady today.

Five things about me that not many people know. I often write things about myself that not many people know. But I made sure to come up with stories I haven't blogged before.

1. My parents used to own a trailer on a campsite. We went there in the weekends, and it was a boring affair. I was a teenager, and there weren't many other teenagers around. One day my stepmother made me participate in a rowing race on the campsite's little lake. All of the other participants were little kids so I easily won the race. It was utterly embarrassing, the picture above doesn't tell half the story.

2. I was in grade 10 or 11, and I wore a hideous pair of glasses, they were the ones in the picture actually. I don't exactly remember how or why it started, but one day in gym class my entire class -myself included- played soccer with my glasses. And there they went, one part to the left, one to the right. My parents never found out, and I got a new pair.

3. Because I was often treated very unfair by my stepmother, and I had no way of defending or revenging myself, I used to often make tiny little cuts in our velvet living room curtains. In not very visible places, in the seams and behind the furniture. She never found out.

4. I can be very fast, strong and eloquent in emergencies. During some sort of political rally in the eighties the police in Breda had their dogs chase us, and I ran as fast as Superman. I had run fast like that once before, when a very creepy guy tried to grab me while I was walking to school via a shortcut along the back of the boys school. Much later, while hitch hiking back from a pop festival with a friend, we were picked up by a tour bus. The bus turned out to be carrying the security guards of the festival. Scum from The Hague, and they did not have very good intentions. My friend was sitting on one guy's lap, and I was standing in between the rows of chairs, so I had to fight off a lot of them. I noticed one guy who kept out of it, and I managed to have him make the driver stop the bus and let us out. My legs were completely bruised from kicking the bus furniture. And on another hitch hiking trip a guy in a van drove into the woods with me and this same friend. He threatened to rape and kill us. And swear to god, I talked him out of it.

5. I was pregnant after the very first time Michiel and I had sex. We were living in a beautiful old squatted villa in Enschede, together with ten other students, all of them boys. The night after my visit to the abortion clinic, all eleven of them were sitting around my bed, heavily impressed. I still see them sitting there, I felt like Snow White and the seven dwarfs.

And now the Log Lady will announce the next five people to carry the log. Listen carefully.

Willem – Ann – IJsbrand – Eva - Lex

Posted by eliane at January 18, 2007 02:02 PM