Everything is orange...

Lately, the entire city is covered in orange…

That may sound a little strange but for those who don’t know, I live in the Netherlands and orange is our ‘national colour’. I don’t know who picked the colour orange but I’m figuring it has something to do with the last name of our first potential king, Willem van Oranje-Nassau (translated: William of Orange-Nassau), he got killed and in the end his last direct descendant died without having any kids, so the descendants of Williams nephew are now our kings and queens (I was going to type: are now the royal family of the Netherlands, but this sounds way funnier).

Well, since the Soccer World Cup thing started almost every street in Amsterdam, Utrecht and Tilburg (those are the last three cities I’ve been to lately) are covered in orange. Orange flags, orange decorations, orange clothes, it’s making me go insane! Since orange isn’t the most charming colour nature ever created. Now that I mention it.. I don’t think I saw anything orange in nature, ever! Well, except carrots.
I’m not a big fan of soccer, and to show it, I took a nap during the first game the Netherlands had to play (Netherlands – Denmark). Unfortunately, my ‘lovely’ neighbours woke me up because they decided to blow their ‘vuvuzela’s’. Suddenly I hope that it has the same name in English but just in case it doesn’t. Vuvuzela’s are those giant horns that come in every colour of every country and they make a terrible annoying and loud (up till 130 decibels) noise.

I’m planning an evil scheme to end those stupid things. But only because I have to study. My exams are this week (one of them is ruined by school... again!!) and all that studying has weird (and evil) effects on my brain...