My boyfriend is from West Vlaanderen. When his grandparents talk to me, most of the time I just end up smiling politely because I don't understand a single thing they say...
Sometimes my best friend and I pretend to be goats (in public).
During class I'm always thinking about my boyfriend's small but beautiful shaped penis. But then I remember that his sperm tastes like HORSE SH**.
I actually own a facebook page contributed to an element of the periodic table but I'm too ashamed to tell someone.
I was seriously considering quitting KU Leuven to study at Vives or Artevelde, but then I read Vives and Artevelde confessions...
Gummybear on the ground since yesterday. 3 days rule... omnomnomnom.
I watch 'Blokken' during the blok (pun not intended) and feel smart when I ace every question. And laugh at Crabbé's lame jokes.
I can fart on command (yes, I'm a girl, there are no rainbows involved). Every time I pass this one guy I don't like, I let out a silent killer. Some people started complaining about his smelly farts to me.
Sometimes when I sit down to pee, the piss goes in between the toilet and the toilet seat and I get piss all over my pants...
There are two types of men in Leuven: Poembakpissers and liars.
I creep on my crush's profile at least 10 times a day and get all excited when there's a new post or picture uploaded. #woazennekmeebezig
You know it's blok when showering is a reward.
When I get to the difficult parts to study, I always leave them for "Future me".
When I gain a couple kilo's I sometimes really think I'm pregnant and I totally freak out when I realise I haven't had my period for a couple of months... then I remember I'm a guy.