Foot Loose and Maggot Free

Whatss up! So I havent written in aggges so I will copy an email I sent to someone and fill in (and delete:P) little bits here and there.

On Monday the last day of the year 2007 me and this funny welsh guy richard went shopping to a market to get some clothes. i have had nothing to wear here and have been wearing the same clothes the whole time and freezing and smelling my ass off. ! i really needed pants and boots but the whole excercise turned into this big "lets find vanessa an awesome outfit for new years" which was a friken ordeal. ended up getting a kool outfit but no pants which was stupid. anyway that took like bloody 4 or 5 hours and we hadnt eaten all day and were pretty delerious by the time it was all over. came back to the hostel at about 5.;30 and i tried on my clothes and guess what ? the guy had given me the wrong size boots and they were way too small!. it was quite ironic and funny too though (but mostly just friken annoying) because we had spent such a long time trying to find this sweet outfit and then I had to bloody wear it with socks and thongs. it was like the universe was throwing it back in my face like "vanessa your not kool stop trying!" haha which i did see the amusing side of. . anyway new years had arrived so there was no time for worrying about small boots and terrible fashion statements and I ended up getting quite drunk at the hostel with the people who were there. It was an alright night but I really just wanted a good friend there rather than a bunch of rnadoms who I only half knew and half knew me., definitely saw the downside of travelling alone that night. it was like i feel really comfortable talking with whoever here and learning about them but ive realised how important really good friends are and I am so much more appreciative of the people I truly care about now..not that I wasnt before but even more. Met a funky lady named Michelle who I had actually noticed at the market earlier that day. when i had seen her I said to richard "dont you just love those people who just dress so out there and look great" then that night she walked into the hostel and I recognised her so decided i had to meet her personally!. she was really kool 40 year old art teacher, very tall with two dredlock buns on the side of her head, adorned in crazy jewllery and clothes but just a really down to earth woman and I liked her a lot. anyway at about 10.30pm I decided I didnt want to hang around the hostel all night so me, michelle and a mexican guy edwardo decided to go out and check out one of the squares so off we went to a square near the hostel called Leidsplein (or more fondly known as led zeppelin) it was pretty crap actually and we were wandering in and out of shity places which were too full and just not really landing anywhere. we were out for like half an hour and fireworks and crackers were going off everywhere already (this place is like a warzone on new years and they started going off at like 1pm in the afternoon!) but then we just admitted defeat and decided to go back to the hostel. midnight was spent out the front of the hostel with a big group of people fireworks going off everywhere and champagne bottles being shaken up./ it was a fun environment but I was just sort of sad deep down and felt quite homesick or "people sick" and proceeded to try and cover that up by getting very drunk and stoned and passing out at probably about 1.30am next to someone elses vommit. now that i have written all this down I realise that it was a bloody terrible new years :P but you sort of have to take it with a grain of salt. its like one night of your life which only you can decide how much significance you let it have and if u put it into the big picture it doesnt mean shit so its all good! hooked up with this intense eyes psychic belgium guy in the toilet of our dorm too which was at first quite exciting then a bit of a let down...interesting dude though. so yea the next day I woke up in all my clothes and went for a wander around town with this new zealand chick rebecca. shes a real character and we got along really well. decided to get some space cookies becausae shes a massive fan and Id never had any so we bought these big ass brownies and some sundaes from mcdonalds and went back to the hostel for consumption. my foot had really started paining me again so after my brownie I decided to take my shoe off and check it out. it was this friken , swollen massive white boil with a black dot on it! ahhh feral. So i went upstairs with some hot salty water and started to bathe it. these brazillian chicks saw it and reminded me of those flys which lay their eggs in open wounds and I realised my friend from ghana who had that happen to her described her boil as looking exactly the same! Ah i was a tad off my face at this stage so I was like shit man I have maggots in my foot! My friend from ghana had gotten her boyfriend to pop hers when she found it and these little egg sacks had popped out! so I decided Id do that to get them the hell out of there. The brazillian chicks were like "no no you can pop it the wrong way and the eggs will implode in your foot you better go to the hospital!" So I stumbled down the stairs informed rebecca that I had maggots in my foot and we ventured into the night heading for the emergency room. It was a pretty funny few hours consisting of choral singers, terribly written medical forms and bum tasting lollypops but we had a funny time and turns out I didnt have maggots!! the doctors thought it was that aswell but when they popped it there was nothing there so I was left with a very sore foot, a sore brain but no new species living under my skin. hooray! due to the pain i could not walk for shit on the way back though and looked like a disabled crab trying to manoerve my leg so walking wouldnt hurt so much. we were laughing so much and I received many strange looks from passers by who obviously thought I was off my rocker staggering along the road. finally got home though and "celebrated" the fáct that I was maggot free. I was still extremely sore however and after our little celebration still had to make it up two very very steep flights of stairs to get to bed. trying to coordinate these movements so it didnt hurt at the time seemed like the most difficult thing ever. I was literally clinging off the side of the railing trying to pull myself up the stairs land it felt like i was climbing a verysteep cliff face with no body control whatsoever. rebecca and I were giggling our asses off about how ridiculous I looked but we finally made it up there and we were very proud. we visited to richards room to see if we could borrow his phone to use for an alarm clock the next morning so I wouldnt miss my train and the weirdo would not give it to us! it was clear (and he admitted it) that he was embaressed about its contents and we suspected he had some serious disturbing fetishes and pretty whack stuff saved on there which no matter how much of a tightass he looked like it couldnt of been any worse than us finding his horse porn. dirty welsh barstard haha
anyway the next morning i had breakfast bid farewell to amsterdam and jumped on a train to germany.