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Effective immediately, I’m no longer a Fortis customer. And not a moment too soon.

“Children of Men”: 6.5/10. You know how “The Pianist” is supposed to be a masterpiece, yet I didn’t care for it? It’s largely the same with this one. I suppose you’d have to care about what’s going on in Iraq or whatever, or be a hippie, or simply like a whole lot of gunfire and foreign gibberish, to enjoy this sort of thing. Capitalist hardasses like myself, on the other hand, mainly end up disappointed and bored.

Over the past couple of months, I have been going creative with my savings. Here’s the rundown (with some badass rounding):
Before: 100% at a Fortis savings account.
After: 70% at a Rabobank savings account, 25% in stock at Keytrade, 5% at an ING savings account.
Also, my main demand account is now at ING instead of Fortis. The reason? Sheer incompetence and lack of customer-friendliness on Fortis’s end. I immediately felt welcome at ING, which meant a great deal to me.
I have yet to close my Fortis account. Why? Allow me to elaborate. Yesterday, the last bit of money got wired to ING, and today, I spent the remaining 4 euro on my Proton card, so I was ready to wave Fortis goodbye. Hence, I was at the counter less than an hour later, where I was greeted—figuratively speaking—by yet another one of their disgruntled employees. When I informed her—politely, mind you—of my intention to close my account, the woman lost her last shred of dignity and gave me a boorish “Why?!” I told her I wasn’t satisfied with their service and after minutes on end of tiresome wrestling with her computer, she proceeded to ask me if I’d brought my Digipass, to which I replied “No.” At this point, she gave me this look as though it were bleeding obvious that I would need to provide the little thingamajig in order to close my account. Moreover, she bothered to explain: “It’s legal tender, so obviously you need to return it before you can close your account, otherwise you’d still be able to make payments.” I’m sorry, what? I didn’t know I could use my Digipass to pay at the supermarket, and even if I could, I don’t think it’d do much good, since it would be linked to a freaking non-existent account. Well, there’s no arguing with them, so I’ll have to return on Thursday with the Digipass. She even set up an appointment for some reason. I’m not even going to wonder about that.

Unless you’re a feed person, frequent visitors like yourself have obviously noticed the major changes my blog has once again undergone. In addition to the return of information about me and some links, I’ve also got ads now. I’m not sure yet if those will stay. I can’t really get them to blend in with the layout, and they were a bitch to set up: because I insist on using XHTML 1.1 and AdSense only supports tag soup, I had to load them from an <object> element, which wouldn’t lose its border in Internet Explorer, making me add an <iframe> using conditional comments. I’m crying on the inside, but the result is somewhat satisfactory.
Enough about this site for now. More about me, please! What have I been up to during my digital absence? Well, as you already gathered, I got myself a boyfriend, who is absolutely adorable. He’s working right now, even though he has a cold and is probably still really tired, so I hope he’s doing okay. What else? School. I’ve been cutting some classes, but I think I’m still doing pretty well. I passed every subject last semester, and while this one is going to be even tougher, I’m still confident it can be done. And, finally, when I find the time, I watch some TV—I’ve become a big fan of “Heroes”—or play OpenTTD or Sea3D.
Right, now that you’re up to speed again, it’s back to the mundane.

Tonight, my boyfriend gave me something long, hard and juicy to put in my mouth, but then I forgot to take it home.