Well I m in the school library , enjoying my bran new shiny broad band internet with the teeny weeny modem . I m waiting for my teacher to go over my draft , so I can dash to mums and print the stupid thing . Well , draft edited , printed and submitted , and I m now at home . Bunch of CUNT drivers on the road .

A: What may happen after submitting my draft ?

Had a really nice birthday yesterday , scored $ 350 dollars towards my new camera . Unfortunately the one I want is discontinued because the newer model is coming out in three weeks . So i have to wait :( Oh well .

A: Did I enjoy my birthday ?

My right arm has been starting to worry me . It has recently begun to have a strange sensation in on of my veins . It feels as though my blood has turned into a thick substance with a million ants in it . When my arm points up , I can feel my blood & what seems to be ants rushing slowly down my arm .

A: Why is the narrator worried about their arm ?

I kept mine simple with only fresh William pears , and it was delicious . After gawking at priceless masterpieces in the Van Gogh museum , we went to the huge Albert Cuyp Market in search of a man who ( according to our neighbor ) makes stroopwafles ( " syrup waffles " ) a reportedly yummy kind of cooke / waffle . He 'll make them in front of you and serve them piping hot .

A:
Why was the narrator headed to the Albert Market ?