December 14th

Well...We all kind of knew that this countdown thing would...well not work a all. Because I am way to busey and well...lazy for that sort of thing.

Life's been going forward, I feel the christmas stress knocking on a door somwhere far back in my mind but I'm trying to block that door so it won't get out.

It actually feels like it's going to be christmas soon now...as I gaze outside the window I see the snow falling down and it was like...11- degrees when I got up for work this morning. Awesome.

But I guess my christmas spirit hasn't decided to show up quite yet...I have a sneaking suspision that it's locked away behind the same door as Mr. Christmas Stress. Poor Spirit...

Anyway...I gotta go...and do something...or another thing...yeah....(What??)

Over and Out.

OH! before I forget THE MOST AWESOME Christmas Commersial...EVER!

December 5th

December 5th= Work, Food, and not much else...

Why Candy Canes? Me does not know...I Felt like it. Adios Amigos.

The Grinch

Seriously. This is priceless. You can thank me by leaving a comment.

Brilliant.

December 4th

Dear Blog,

Already am I failing on my most important mission to update everyday before Christmas. Bu who actually thought that I could (would) do it? Yeah...that's what I thought.
We all know that I am a lazy son of a...(Hair of the Dog by Nazareth just started to play in my head. Awesome. Dork much?) and that I probably would forhet/don't have the will to update. And guess what readers, we were all right. So kudos to us.
Anyway...Yesterday I was christmas shopping with mummy dearest. It went okay...I did not find anything for anyone but myself...(lamo)...I happened to stumble upon Darkly Dreaming Dexter, the first book that the most gnarlatious TV-Show Dexter is based on. Yaaay me!

But now a treat for you dudes (dudettes?) that are still reading this...why anyone would is beyond my knowledge...

The Grinch is one of the funniest and dorkiest christmas movies ever. And come on, it's Jim Carrey!!
So now the song (I had you fooled there didn't I...you totally thought that I was going to show you a clip from the movie...I might do that later so don't kill me yet...) lyrics to the song The Grinch...and a picture! Yaay, total awesomeness...ot maybe not...uuh...well on with it!

 (apparently the stupid insert picture thing is not working...damnation!!! So I'll get back to you on that note too...)

Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch


You really are a heel,


You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,


You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!




You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,


Your heart's an empty hole,


Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,


I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!



You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,


You have termites in your smile,


You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,


Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!



You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,


You're the king of sinful sots,


Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,


You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!



You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,


With a nauseous super "naus"!,


You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,


Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful


assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!



You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,


You're a nasty wasty skunk,


Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,


The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,


"Stink, stank, stunk"!

Over and Out

December 2nd

December is here. And right now it actually looks like winter outside. Brilliant.

I have decided to do a small celendar/countdown thing on this blog, until Christmas Eve. Featuring video's, songs, texts and whatnot. So Yeah, I missed December 1st, let's ignore that...

This is one of my favorite christmas songs; Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, this version by Luther Vandross.




Over and Out.

Holy Sh*t...

...I can't believe it. Tomorrow we enter December. Christmas is like almost here! It's so weird. I can't wrap my head around it.

I've been so tired/hyper today. I dunno what's up with me....I think I'm high or something...sincerely.

Nothing more to write...Boring, I know.

Friday(?)

I'm curious...Is it just me that the week seems to pass by without noticing it? It's friday, again.

Today my younger brother turns 17. I shall affectionally call him Dweeb1#.
The bloke turns 17 and still acts like he did when he turned 12, when it comes to presents and the likes.
The first thing he said to me this morning was; Couldn't you have gotten up earlier? I have been awake and waiting for ages! I thought you guys would never show up. To which I kindly replied with flipping him the bird discreetly and grumbling that; Would you get up before seven when you didn't have to? I thought not.

So now after a rather good day at work I'm sitting here waiting for all the relatives to arrive. Oh Joy. Kidding. It's actually fun to see all the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and second cousins(? I think that is very much the wrong term but...who gives a cake?).

Well anyways. I can hear my grandmother now....I have to like...leave or something. Awesomeness.

Ramblings of Mr.Darcy, John Mayer and Laziness

I've been absent from the Blog-verse again, haven't I? Um...Ooops?
No, seriously I haven't really had anything to write about and I've been busy...sort of. If you can call reading/watching Pride and Prejudice and having Mr. Darcy on my mind 24/7 busy. Joking.
I've been cleaning the house...my younger brother...lets call him Dweeb1#...turns...what 17(?) tomorrow(Yes sad bu true, I had to actually think about how old my brother is...things like age seem irrelevent to me and often slip my mind...sue me.). So the house had to be cleaned.

Last weekend I went with V to see New Moon. It was...okay. Considering the fact that the book was rather boring so how could the movie be anything but? Taylor Lautner made the movie a nudge better though(hello, he was shirtless like...practically the whole movie). To bad he's the same age as my brother...sigh.

I'm at work now...being awfully sneaky and updating...hehe...Joking, again. My last client left like...half an hour ago and I can't make myself do..well...anything. I know, I'm so "the F-word" lazy. (I'm trying to stop cussing)(It's not going so well).

On another note...John Mayer is a genius. He's like...amazing. I've been listening to his music continuously this past week and I am amazed. His voice literally gives me goosebumps. I don't think I'll ever tire of listening to all his songs. Amazing sound and lyrics.

Well..I think I should do something productive for once.

Over and Out.



This song is amazing. I love the original by Tom Petty...but there's just something about John's version. Totally Gnarlatious Dudes...

The Mind is a Curious Thing...

Yesterday I popped some old CD's into my old faithful CD Player. I haven't listened to those albums for years and thought I'd give them a try.
Soon enough Jimmy Jansson started to sing about summer and the fact hat 1+1=2...
I had expected that I might start to hum along...I mean I used to listen to this bloke every single day back when I was 13. But I never expected that I would actually remember the words.
But there I was laughing at myself because I was singing along. As soon as the first notes of the song started playing I found myself belting out the exact right words.
The human mind is a curious thing. How is it possible for the brain to store that kind of thing?
These old lyrics that I used to know and sing by heart every day...how can I still do that several years later? Without stumbling once in some songs? When I honestly haven't heard the mentioned song for atleast four years...if not more?

Over and Out...

Trade Fairs and Table Dances...

This weekend I have been in the great city we call our capital aka Helsinki. We were there on this HUGE trade fair. It was located in the Helsinki exhibition hall. Focused on Beauty, Health,  Fashion and Weddings. Alot of people, exhausting work but kinda fun. It's nice to do something different once in a while.
Me and the Boss Lady were there all three days and the rest of the staff showed up on Saturday and we stayed on a hotel until Sunday.

I haven't stayed at a hotel for a really long time so of course that was nice. The breakfast buffé was awesome (like always). On Saturday night we ventured out on the town and convinced people that we were from London and New York...at some point we were Irish, I think...The strange thing is...that they actually believed us, sincerely! Besides that and the fact that middle aged men in suits decided that it was a great idea to dance porno dances on the tables (OH THE HORROR!!)it was a pretty normal night...

So it was an exhausting but totally nice weekend. And I saw a dude that recembled Ben Barnes...but very little...I think I'm insane(or maybe it was wishful thinking?).

Over and Out.

Strange-ness

Loads and loads of work t'day. Which is nice, it's a thousand times better then having nothing whatsoever to do.
I just ate dinner, mum's meatballs and mashed potatoes....mmm...yummy.

I don't even konw why I'm writing...I have nothing to write about. Food and work is not ver interesting now is it?

I'll just stop now...

Over and Out.

Father's Day.

Today we celebrate Father's Day here in Finland. The day we celebrate all fathers.

We celebrated my dad with small gifts and congratulations. My dad is the best dad in the world...but I am slightly biased, right?

The thing is; I am, always have been and probably always will be a Daddy's Girl. And I'm not ashamed to say it, because it's true (I even have a beanie that says "Daddy's Girl". Then it has to be true, right?).
It's been that way ever since I was a toddler.
There's this epic picture of me and my dad lying on the living room floor. Him reading a "Truckers" magazine and I'm holding a childrens picture book. There we are both  lying on our backs with out hands above our heads holding the mentioned reading material. Exact same poses. There is no doubt that I am mimicking him. I can't be more than a year old on the picture.

My dad is awesome, he's like my hero in a way. Because there's nothing he can't do. He works so damn hard and really doesn't get enough credit for all the things he does. I sometimes can't understand how he has the strenght to do what he does every single day.
My dad has always been there for me, always. I have this conection with him that I can't explain...he understands me and I him. Mom always says we are too much alike sometimes. I always smile mentally when she says that.

My dad has been through alot and there was a point a couple of years ago when I feared he wouldn't make it. That was one of the scariest moments of my life.
I remember waking up crying so many nights from these horrible nightmares that I still haven't forgotten to this very day. I don't know if I ever will forget them...or if I want to. They remind me of how great my dad is and how tough and strong he can be. He can be the funniest, kindest, smartest guy in the room...but he can also be the nosiest, strangest and most ignorant guy there. And I love him for all of it. I probably don't say it enough but I do.

And even if I might have (on more than one occasion) said that Johnny Depp is the greatest man on earth...Dad, both you and I know that that isn't true. Because Johnny aint got nothing on you Dad. You are and always will be the greatest man in my world.

So this is for you Dad, the greatest man ever (atleast to me).

I love you and Happy Fathers Day.

Love, Daddy's Little Girl.

Music is like a Drug...

..to me.

As long as I can remember music has played an essential part in the play I call my life. I don't sing fairly well.
I can't play an instrument for the life of me. But I listen to music every single day. From the moment I wake up until the moment I fall asleep.
My music taste has changed over the years(obviously) but I can still listen to basically everything. I used to idolize swedish pop-singers like Jimmy Jansson. I can still pop in one of his allbums and listen to it but it doesn't give me goosebumps or this strange feeling that I can't really describe. It used to though.
Now days my favorite bands/musicians rage from The Sex Pistols and Def Leppard to John Mayer and Superchick. I don't know what it is, but everytime Johnny Rotten starts to screech about being Pretty Vacant or Austin Winkler rasps on about someone having the Lips of an Angel I get this weird feeling of euphoria (the latter actually gives me goosebumps...so does the former in certain performances actually..). It's like evry worry, every fear or irritation that might have clouded my mind just floats away to the tones of Thriving Ivory's Angels on the Moon.
Music makes me happy. It makes me sad. Some songs honestly makes me want to cry(Sting-Fields of Gold. Why? I dunno..).
Music is a way of life. It is something that I don't think I could live without. Or well I could but I wouldn't want to.
So thank you all you awesome mucisians and totally bodacious geniuses out there, you all make my day.

And now one of my personal favorite songs right now...John Mayer's Belief. His voice is simply amazing and goosbump-evoking. Sincerely.



Over and Out.

Day 2 on which I come to the conclusion that...

...I am stupid. An Idiot...Sincerely.

We all have our so called "Blonde Moments". And even if I'm very much a brunette these moments seem to occur frighteningly often.
I have never claimed to be smart...but sometimes I seriously doubt my own "smartness".
Sometimes I just feel(and probably are) really dumb. Like "My-Brain-Is-On-Vacation-And-My-Mouth-Speaks-Before-I-Think-The-Next-Line-Through" kind of dumb.

Somedays I try to blame it on exhaustion. But sometimes you just can't blame it on anything else but your own sheer stupidity.

So the question is, am I stupid? The answer: Most of the time, yes.

The honest truth hurts. Alot. Bugger.

November 1st...

I can't believe it. We have officially entered November. That is so freaky, sincerely.

Yesterday it was Halloween (Uuuuh) and I was in Turku at V&K's new very much awesome apartment. Then we went out to a bar/club/whatever....where I was half scared to death by some dudes in REALLY scary outfits. They were unbelievable. You can't even describe them you had to be there. Honest! And I also saw a clown...that was almost scarier then the guy that looked like half of his face was scraped off...True Story.
But all in all it was a fun night.

Dudes! I also found this very nice clip from UK's ESC competition 2004. Guess who participated in a boy band called Hyrise. You guessed right...Ben Barnes. Holy shit. I was laughing my ass off through the whole song. I mean come on it's a BOY BAND! But it is relatively good...considering...I'll just post the video below. And yes between laughs I did squeal...I am in such a "fan-girl" (sad but true)  mode right now.(and let's just ignore the dance...okay?)

Day 26 in which I beg for forgiveness...

I have been absent from the Blog-verse for a very (times eternity) long time now. Why, might be the proper question to ask. And I am sad to say that I don't really have a proper answer. I could blame it on work, I could blame it on my lack of interesting things to write about or I could tell you the truth. I have been lazy. I have logged onto blogger severeal times and have not managed to write anything. Dumbass.

So what has happened in my lack of blogging period...That didn't make any sense but please bear with me. Not much of interest actually. I have worked, thought about life and planning the upcoming wedding between Patrick Jane and myself. It is going very well, thanks for asking ( I am just going to assume that you were all asking me about that. Because we all know that you are dying to know about the wedding...sincerely.). Well I have found a Dress and it is damn beautiful. Honestly. While browsing the Wedding Verse on the Web I also found this really cool  CAKE. I really like love cake. Well...not cream cake...but this one seems really nice.

I also realized one thing...and lets not tell my future-husband-to-be this, Savvy? I might have an itsy bitsy tiny huge crush on one...Ben Barnes...I watched The Chronicles of Narnia; Prince Caspian (I KNOW! But come on I saw the first one...it was pretty cool so I had to see the sequel right?) (And by the by mr Barnes is on the cover...that alone was a reason to see it) and I instantly drooled over the prince of Narnia...Or rather the guy portraying him. One...Ben Barnes. One word mates. Gorgeous. Absolutely Drop Dead Gorgeous.

Am I righ or am I right?

And if the man looks like this when serious...just wait until he smiles....It was the smile that got me. Sincerely. It had me all wobbly kneed and googley-eyed(?).

My God. It's the eyes I tell you...Lets just not utter a word of this to Patrick...hehehe...right? *silence*....Right???!!!

Friday...Again?

I don't know where the days go anymore. It's like they just dissapear without me noticing. It is rather disturbing.

I've been so slow today, seriously. I don't know what's wrong with my brain. I've been drifting between my dream world and reality all day long. I have so much going on inside that freaky mind of mind that I donät know what to do with half of it.
One thought that hit me today was that I am sitting here blurting out my life story to the whole world. Why? I don't know and it doesn't seem like I'm stopping anytime soon. So one part of my brain was focused on that while the other one was thinking about how good an ED would taste right about then (I resisted my urges). One part of the brain was fully intent on learning the lyrics to Def Leppards Pour Some Sugar On Me (Awesomeness!). And the fourth and fith part were totally focused on Pogue Parry( Taylor Kitsch plays him...and he also plays the awesome Gambit...). Yeah, I sorta watched the Covenant again, damn you Son's of Ipswich...
Anyway. I'm heading off to bed now...and I'm trying to quiet my brain down, doesn't really look like it's going to work...oh well.

Over and Out.

Telephone Salesmen are...

...the freaking spawn of Belsebub (no Offence).

The thing is that yesterday I was waiting for a call from V and thinking that she was the one calling I answered without checking the "Caller ID". (Note to self: ALWAYS check the bloody ID).

To my great surprise a cheery voice asked me if I spoke swedish or finnish, I answered swedish, with a gleeful smile thinking this would lead to a short "ok, goodbye". (because most telephone-sales-people(wtf?) are really bad at my mother-tounge and don't even bother trying...) I was very much mistaken and plain wrong. Cheerily the woman on the other side of the line started to blab about internet pages this and that in perfect swedish(DAMNATION!)...

I kindly replyed; well I'm not really in any need of any Internet pages or...

She continued talking about it after I kindly declined my need for an Internet Page.

I don't know if it was my bored "Yes's", "No's" or non-commitical grunts that kept her going...

She talked and talked and talked...for about 17. something minutes, with me grunting in responce. When I was finally allowed to open my mouth I sort of lied and said that I didn't have time to talk anymore because I had to go to work...even if it was my day off. With a cheery goodbye and an annoyed bye from myself I promptly hung up.

How can they stay so damn cheery when the person they're talking to are just grunting and humming back? Why do they keep talking after the "NOT interested" has been uttered 5 times...why?

I do not know. But yesterday Telephone salesmen were numero uno on my "Spawn of Satan that simply needs to dissapear List"...Yeah. It's not a long list...but it excists.

Even if it was Johnny Depp calling me trying to sell me a pen I wouldn't have been happy (J.D. actually did that for a living for awhile...don't believe me? Google It.). Hence why I might have answered with a evil grumpy "What?" the next time my phone rang. Soo-rr-ee...

Over and Out.

The End of an Most Awesome Adventure...

I finished my first fanfic ever. It was sad and yet so revieling. Because I started it years ago and just now was I able to finish it. It wasn't fun to write it anymore, or well not as fun as it was when I began writing it. But now it's over and done with and I hope people were satisfied with the unplanned and totally strange ending. Yeah. Check out my works if you are interested.

And now the SECOND Bill and Ted movie trailer. Bill and Teds Bogus Journey. I'm so faschinated by theese. Do notice Bill's (Alex Winter) hilarious outburst of: "What?". Awesomeness.

Most Awesome.

Today I didn't do that much, was at work and visited my cousin who turned 13 today. Happy Birthday J!

Yesterday I stumbled upon this most awesome trailer on Youtube. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure! I have to see this movie and its sequel! Starring Alex Winter(Marko from the Lost Boys...AAAH!!) and Keanu Reeves it seems hilarious and most awesome. Filled with dorky jokes and 80's slang...Oh yay!



I have to see this one...I laughed so much that I actually cried.

Over and Out.

If you were real...I would so marry you...

I have a tendency to get huge small crushes on TV-Characters (or any other fictional character), right now I have fallen in love with the TV-series The Mentalist. And of course it's eccentric and quirky leading man; Patrick Jane (Marry Me?). How can you not fall for him? You never know what he's going to do and the whole "psycic" thing is really cool. I've always had a minor faschination to psycic and paranormal things and that makes the show even better. He's not really psycic he just reads people really well. And even if you know he's going to do something weird and often very unappropriate you  squeal of joy and giggle every time it happens (atleast that's what I do). This guy is the coolest character right now, and matched with the rest of the team he becomes even funnier and more amazing.
So yeah if I could choose my imaginary TV-Husband it would totally be Patrick Jane right now. I think the wedding invatations (I expect the wedding gifts to start showing up in the near future...FYI We really want a bright red coffee maker...thank you very much...)should be showing up in your mailboxes any day now(If Ace and Eyeball hasn't played "Mailbox-Baseball with them again...).

Patrick Jane

Listening To: Santa Carla Twilight By Tiger Army

Over and Out.

Day 3-On Which The Skies Opened...

Waking up to the sound of a storm is not very pleasant when you know that you have to get out of bed. The fact that the wind is blowing so hard that it sounds like the roof is about to take a hike, and the raindrops are hitting the windows so hard it sounds more like someone's trying to break said windows with small pebbles, is not the sound of a promising day.

The snooze button was my friend today. When I made myself get up (15 minutes later than usual) coffee was the first thing on my mind that and the fact that I so did not want to emerge from under the covers at all.
Weather like this is rather depressing actually. You just want to stay in bed and watch movies or read or something like that. It's nice when you have a day off and can just...be during the day. But when work calls...you just get moody. Atleast I do.

As I stand here watching the clouds try to drown us all cry, I can't help but realize that Autumn really is here. When its not raining or storming like it is today, Autumn can be really beautiful. Today is not one of those days.

Over and Out.

Really...Well That's...Weird...

Greetings Morons of the World!

I found out something incredibly interesting. My last name, if some ancestors hadn't changed it, would have been; Delamott (don't ask me how the fuck you spell it..because I do not know). Yeah pretty awesome, right!? It's french (I'm part french!!(I think...(maybe(almost)))). It's got a crest and everything. That's like...freaking cool! Why did my ancestors change it...I have no idea. It would have been soo much fun to be Charlotta Delamott...COME ON! How totally Gnarly wouldn't that be! Honest! Charlotta Emilia Delamott. Easily transformed into Charlotte Emilie Delamott. (FRENCH-NESS!) hahahaha...so awesome. I'm going to have to check up on this...sincerely.

I'll get back to you.

Over and Out.

Autumn...

So it's October 1st. Autum is officialy here...It's getting colder every day and the leaves on the trees are changing from their lush green into different shades of browns,reds and yellows... Autumn is a pretty nice season except that it reprecents the end of Summer. And the cold. I don't like the cold. But despite my dislike for cold weather I ventured outside and snapped theese pictures, just for you guys reading this. Aren't I considerate?

And a autumn poem...

Nature XXVII, Autumn

by Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,

The field a scarlet gown,

Lest I should be old-fashioned,

I'll put a trinket on.

Dork Much?

Heeey...

I have been so lazy busy that I sort of forgot to blog. The Autumn Market(??) has come and gone. I was there, selling stuff and then waisting money on stuff. Like a totally awesome RAMONES hoodie and 2 Nirvana and Motley Crue t-shirts...yaay me. It was pretty much the same as every single freaking year. Mmmhmm. I bought (and ate) way too much candy and wandered around. And sort of gently forced my brother to ride the "Twister" (not that they complained) so I could watch the hot guys that were running it. Dork? Yeah, pretty much. I was tired and annoyed (I wanted to hit people for just walking slow) so I needed something nice to look at...Sue Me.

Spent the weekend celebrating my friends birthday in Turku, fun(ness?). I was the SD (Sober Driver) so yeah I'm holding up on the "healthier life" thing...almost.Yes I have sinned. Please don't hit me in the head with neon green thunderbolts(hides and ducks under the table(insert raised eyebrows here)). I drunk ED. Yes I had a relapse...Mineral Water(Don't get it? Thought not...read this...It will all be much clearer...I think) I'm sooo sorry for cheating on you with ED. The bastard seduced me (kinda like Warren Peace did in a Fanfic I just read...STOP THINKING BRAIN! FOCUS!)(but seriously how can you not drool over that guy...even if Sky High is a lame-ass movie)(yes I said ass...sue me.). I couldn't help myself. My BFF (Oh god...I did not just type that...can someone please smack me?)had bought theese tiny little ED cans that were soo adorable that you just couldn't resist them. And I'm weak. And damn did it taste good...but that was the last of it! Honest...

Well I sort of just realized that the clock struck midnight...spooky? So I'm gonna hit the sack. Yeah.

Over and Out.

Healthier Life...?

Today I was completely out of it. I think I'm suffering from some kind of ED withdrawal.
I've decided to become more healthy. I watched some documentary on fast-food and whatnot and got...well really disgusted. I mean there's so much shit crap in fast food and energy drinks and sodas. We all know that but choose to pretty much ignore it. That's what I've been doing. But starting next week I'm beginning a healthier life.

I've been thinking about becoming a  teetotaller as well. I don't really need to drink, I really see no point in it- sure it's fun and tastes good sometimes but I'm in no need of it...Don't know yet though. But I have been thinking about it...sincerely.

Goodbye Cancersticks! I'm not an avid smoker...it happens but not that often. I'm starting next week saying goodbye to them as well.

I'm very aware that all this might...well flop. But I'm going to try.

Over and Out.

Why Do We Connect Apples With Health?

It's Not You...It's Me.

Dear Darling ED.

I know breaking up in a letter is one of the cruelest thing you can do. And yet here I am cowardly writing this awful painful letter to you. I just can't bare the thought of being near you right now, I might slip into our cirkus like affair again.
It's been great, it really has and I loved every minute of it. Our on and off again fling has been wonderful, it truly has. But I have come to the conclusion that it must end, it pains me that it has to end this abruptly and in this awful way, but you must know that I will always have a soft spot for you in my heart. I hope this is not the end, I hope we can still be friends(?). Even if I...have found another. It's true and it pains me to write this to you but it makes it all so much real, you know? His name is Mineral Water and I believe he is good for me.
Our relationship is not nearly as addictive and thrilling as the one you and I once had, but it's going somewhere. I believe it's the start of something good.
So with a pain in my heart and mind I hope you can forgive me for ending this affair. We both enjoyed it while it lasted...right? And who knows...maybe we will meet again some day(?). But right now I need to concentrate on my new relationship. And having you near might will be a disaster, we both know that. I will always remember the great times we shared and I really do hope you can forgive me.
But just know this...It's not you...It's me.

Lots of Love.
Lotta

...

Enter a dark room. A bright light appears. The single resident in the room sheilds her eyes and blinks.

*Bloody hell...did we have to use the brightest light you could find?* mumbles are heard, someone who isn't visible is talking quietly.

*What do you mean headlights were the only thing you could find? Oh...bollocks...forget it* turns toward you (reader...durf?).

Greetings. This week talented actor Patric Swayze died. I know I'm like a billion lightyears behind and everything but I haven't had the time to write(Sue Me). How crazy is that? I just wan't to pop in Dirty Dancing in the DVD (if I actually owned it...must buy) and watch it over and over again...I did watch Ghost though. Brilliance.

I didn't cry. I felt weird and sad...and I admit I got a bit teary eyed. I didn't actually cry like when Heath Ledger died though. Yeah.

So a salute to you Patric Swayze! We'll always remember you as the guy who taught us that it was not alright...to put Baby in a corner.

Now I've had the time of my life

No I never felt like this before

Yes I swear it's the truth

and I owe it all to you

Title Wanted?

So it's Sunday again, huh? Don't exactly know how I got here but.

Yesterday I attended my friends "Farewell Party/Gathering". It was fun and she had now left the country for Spain (The lucky biatch) for three whole months. To Study. That did bring the whole awesomeness down a nudge...right? Sigh...who am I kidding, it so didn't. It was fun and I met some new nice people. Radical.

I want to travel the world. It has been my goal in life since (like) forev-aah (I apologize for that (forever=8th grade)). The Uk,France,Belguim,Switzerland,Australia...you name it and I want to see it. But that won't happen for awhile. I plan to work for about...two years or something and then I am soo out of here! Totally(!).

Today...I didn't do much...I cleaned my car...and then Eddie (My Car (So I Named my Car (Sue Me!))) went to the service-station-thing....for some kind of check-up...I don't know...I just drive and talk to the car it's not like I'm a mechanical genius or something (A strange genius, yes, mechanical, hell no).

Over and Out.

525,600 Minutes...

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes -

how do you measure a year in the life?

-Rent-

There are 525,600 minutes in a year, according to this song sung in the Musical RENT (awesomeness). Think about it. That's alot.

I am not one of those people who has to be surrounded by others all the time. I know some people that are like that. They literally has to surround themselves with people all the time. Don't they ever want to be alone, I ask myself?
Because I am one of those people, you know the ones that actually enjoy beeing alone from time to time. It's not that I don't love my friends and family and enjoy spending time with them, believe me I do. But there is no way that I could spend every minute, of every hour, of every day with them.
I need my alone time or I will go bonkers and possibly kill someone. (Joking, I soo would not kill someone...maybe hit them a little). Well maybe not kill...I'm really a none violent person, well it's not like I never use violence but...never mind.
Back to the actual topic. Being alone. I enjoy just being by myself, beeing able to gather my thoughts and just do things for me. With only myself as company, and believe me that is enough, sometimes.
Reading, Writing...dancing around your room like a total idiot is something best done in solitude.
I don't understand how someone could be harrased surrounded by people all the time(!).
Just imagine never beeing alone for a whole year. That is(approx); 12 months, 52 weeks, 563 days, 8,760 hours and 525,600 minutes of being amongst people, even if they were your best friend, husband/wife or mother/father...it would make you go insane, wouldn't it? I surely would be in some sort of hell.

Yeah...And this I thought of from watching RENT for the 525,600th time (almost). I do love that movie...And I bawl every time I see it. Sincerely, doesn't matter how many times I watch it...I still bawl. Sigh.

Over and Out.

090909<-Will The World End?

On Dates like this one I always expect for something absolutley brilliant, exciting and strange to happen...It never does. Here I sit expecting the world as we know it to end...and what happens? Nothing. Zip. Nada. Nothing.
What a dissapointment. Or maybe not...I like the world as it is right now.

So I've got not one but 2 whole Day's Off to look forward too...I am going to sleep. Yeah...sleep...mmm...I like nay love to sleep, who doesn't?

Well boring post, just felt like posting. Over and Out.

Listening To; Pearl Jam-Black

Dear…

So I posted my new chapter for my fanfic. And I seriously don't mind criticism but I got a very unpleasant review...and since it was anonymous, I decided to answer it here...This is the letter, dictated to my personal typer; The Leprechaun Freddie (picture coming soon).

Over and Out.

Beware...Under the Influence of Chocolate Milk...

Hello.

It's Sunday my official "do absolutley nothing" day. And that's pretty much what I've been doing...nothing. I've just walked around the house eating/watching telly and staring at this very glowing computer screen. And oh yeah...how about blowing my freaking nose every five seconds? Or sneezing so hard I think parts of my brain dissapeared somewher into the dark land that is Under My Bed. A terrifying plce to which I choose not to venture...*shudder*. One never knows what can be found down there...

Naah. I'm beeing over dramatic. It isn't that bad. I'm actually feeling alot better to day and the world is filled with stuffed bunnies and fluffy candy Marshmallows(!) again...(to the poor sap that lives in a world like that...I pity you).

Right now I'm listening to...Van Halen's Panama and writing on my fanfic. I really need to update that one...heh...and I have a Lost Boys one going on! Yaaay. One about Paul, of course...oh Paul...*smiles in a dorky way that will should scare you*.

Yeah...I'll get back to that...hehehe...(ignore that last laugh...I am under the influence of Chocolate freaking Milk...Beware...)

Over and Out.

Oh Bugger...

There's this thing called the flu. It involves; A snotty Nose, weird sound when you breathe and a fever. And guess what...that's pretty much what I have now. Freaking Fan-tastic.

I need sleep. Good Bye.

No Way...

Cheerio!

So yesterday I was tricked went to the Gym. It was actually nice. Haen't entered something remotedly like a gm for I don't know...nearly a year? Yeah, I know. I am soo out of shape. But I've decied to get back in shape again. Oh, who am I kidding? That "promise" only lasts for about two weeks and then I'm back to my own slob(ish) self again. Sad but true. But I'm sincerely going to try to keep it up this time. Really.

And I'm actually going to be really unhealthy and eat some frenchfries today. Hehehe...see I told you!

Speaking of...nothing that is even close to the next topic it just popped into my head. Eh...weirdo?
My mom's got the flu. Bugger. And I can now feel some disgusting substance known as snot beginning to start a minor community up my nose. DAMN! I soo don't have time (or want) to get all sick(y) right now.

On another really sad note. This morning I met 3 ambulances and a policecar when I went to work. I just found out that I know two of the guys that were in a car accident. Probably know all four of them but haven't heard who the other two are yet. Suff like that sucks. It really does....

But now I gotta go make some foood.

Over and Out.

This Is a Stupid Title...

Good Eveening...(picture that said in Mr. Burns voice)

As I am typing (wauw I am so productive I can do two things at once!) this I am watching The Simpsons. Some weird wannabe Nightmare on Elmstreet episode. I think it's some kind of Halloween special...one of the many there is...

I went to "the city" today. Bought a new hoodie. It was from the mens side but I liked that one better then the once that were on womens side. Strange...or not really.

I also managed to stumble into the bookstore, I always manage to do that. And I found...drumroll please!

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte!! I've been looking for that for ages! So I couldn't just not buy it, could I? Really...

I also visited my Grandpa and Grandma...so I got alot done today.

Over and Out.

Eggs??

Have you ever had that strange feeling that all the information and ideas in your so called brain is just floating through your body and down to your fingertips as they type away? That's how I feel when I'm in a "mood" and is typing like crazy. When it comes to Fanfiction, I have loads of ideas but only sometimes feel like typing them down. Otherwise I just let them float around in my head, totally useless. Dissapointing and annoying.
I'm going to invent an machine that takes the thoughts from my head and types them as I think them. Amazing, eh? Or maybe I'll just hire some brilliant dude to do it...I think the risk of the world going under idea failing is less possible to happen then. My belief in myself is great, isn't it?

Well yeah, I cleaned my room today. Totally uninteresting fact, I know. But I felt like mentioning it...Deal with it.

And I read this joke...

A worried mother enters the Doctor's office.

M:My son thinks he's a chicken!

D:And for how long has this been going on?

M:Um...About six months now.

D (in a surprised voice): Then why on earth haven't you come sooner?!
M: We needed the eggs...

What? We needed the eggs?? I don't get it. Okay I admit I laughed like a hyena when I read it (In my defence I was sleep-deprived and hungry) at first but then I decided to stop (...and become awesome instead-Barney; How I Met Your Mother. Classic!) and think about it. And I didn't get it...at all. It's not even funny..just confusing...and still I laughed. I am such a Dork. Sincerely.

After that I started picturing a chicken in shorts and a T-shirt...then I decided to eat something and go to sleep. The best(est) idea I ever had...

Over and Out.

Oh yeah! I found this awesome poster of the
Lost Boys on Facebook....

I'm making myself ready to go and party!! And celebrate on of my mates brithday. And I just realzízed that I called her earlier..and I didn't even congratulate her! I'm such an idiot...

I'm not a good Gift Shopper. I'm really not...I honestly suck at it. And I will now apaologize for all the Lame Ass gifts all my friends have had to withstand through the years. Sincerely.

Over and Out.

Yellow,Mellow,Fellow...

Wauw. I think I just lost about ten braincells while typing that title right then and there. Sometimes I'm amazed at my own stupidity cleverness.

So today was the final day on my course-ish...thingy(?). It was great experience and I learned alot. (Jeesh, how text-book prasie was that?) It's true though. Awesome experience with some great people. Let's all do a happy dance. (Why yes, that was sarcasm)

As you can probably tell. I am tired. (Well, duuh...) I got up at 05.30 this morning, drove to the trainstation, took the train to the city, took the metro to the bustation and the bus to the house where the course was held. Talk about using public transportation, eh? But let's not get into that debate.

Me beeing a small-town girl (Oh GummyBears, did I really just type that? Seriously?) and everything found it rather refreshing to "get lost", so to speak, in the massive crowds of aliens people. It really is something to be walking on the Trainstation's platform amongst other "travelers". You see alot of people.
Some hurry, some take it easy, some stand in your way and others run into you...
It is even more interesting when you are practically deaf to the surrounding sounds because your own little soundtrack is pulsating in your ears (Dude who invented the mp3...You are totally Righteous dude!).
I noticed as I was walking down the platform in my own extravagant walk, although I tried not to swing my arms around too much, I mean I could take someones eye out...Sincerely!

Well...what was I talking about again? (Reads former paragraph...mumbles...Eureka!)

As I was typing (writers humor...hahaha...so not funny...I really shouldn't be allowed to type in this state of mind...), I was walking down the platform with Van Halen (what is it with me and Hairbands?) wailing about "Running With The Devil" and noticed that if I looked closely, people were walking in tune with the music...without knowing it! I found that hilarious at the time...but when my brain started functioning again I realized that it was soo lame. Yeah.

Well having your own personal soundtrack is fun...just don't start singing along out loud...I have to stop myself from doing that all the time. Can you say annoying habit? Well I just put my mp3 on shuffle and then watch as the world continues to spin to my personal totally gnarly bitchin awesome Sountrack. Awesomeness.

Yeah but I think I better stop typing and go to sleep now. That would be so nice. My sweet bed is calling...

Sleep Tight. Over and Out.

It's like Thunder and Lightning...

"It's like thunder and lightning

The way you love me is frightening

You better knock, knock on wood, baby"

-Amii Stewart-

Like the Amii Stewart song "Knock on Wood" thunder and lighting was the main subject of last night. A pretty hard thunderstorm raged here. I actually find thunderstorms pretty nice. There's nothing better than lying in your bed with your covers snuggly around you, reading a good book and listening to the storm raging outside the window. Amazing.

Fun day at the course. Learned new things. Interesting and lots of yummy food.

It's funny how some people remind you of another, isn't it? I mean, I thought for sure that I saw Wendy Pepper, you know from Project Runway Season 1? This lady was practically her double! I honestly had to do a double take when I saw her. Wauw.

Well...that's about it...Over and Out.

Thoughts on Trains...

So...i've been riding the train alot lately....okay for the past two days...and two more. And I've come t realize that riding the train is incredibly comfortable, you can sleep...BUT it is also one of the most boring experiences. Honestly.

I'ev also been riding the Metro (Subway/Underground). And in our dear capital city theese trains are orange. Orange! Like a bright red/orange color. Who ever designed them must have been...well I don't know what! Who honestly picks the color orange for a train that will ride through the city? Okay so it's partly underground but sometimes it is above ground and everyone can see it. Now that I think about it...It's the color of Jail-Jumpsuits actually...creepy...

Oh well...Over and Out.

BibbadiBobbedyBoo!

Hey.

So I was whining about indecent times to wake up in a previous Post but that does not beat today. I got up at 05.00. Walkin talkin Jesus....yeah. It takes awhile to get to that course. Oh well...

It was fun and intersting though. And I'm strangely...awake...in lack of better words...Still for gettin up at that hour. Bleh. I'll have to do that all week...Damn. But I'll learn lots.

Over and Out.

Monday Freaking Monday...

Greetings.

Tomorrow yours truly is going to attend a Hauschka Course of some sort. It will continue all week long. Yawn. Just kidding (sincerely) it's going to be interesting. The only downside is that I have to get up so damn early...and you all KNOW how I hate love to do that.
Who likes to get up early? Honestly...

Was work today. Pretty nice. Have a massive headake just nwo though...so that sucks...

Well...that's about it... Over and Out.

"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy."
-John Bender, The Breakfast Club-

Mornin'...

06.30- The annoying sound of the alarm sounds in the room.

06.31- An arm sticks out from under the covers and blindly reaches for the alarm.

06.33- A click is heard as the snooze button is hit for 30 more minutes.

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07.00- BLING!PLING!RING! Unrecognisable grumbles and cussing is heard.

07.02- A hand hits snooze for 15 more minutes...

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07.15- Bling!PLING!Ring!BRRRRRIIING! *more cussing*

07.17- A head emerges from under the covers, followed by two streching arms.

07.18-Yours truly puts a tired head in hands.

07.20-Manages to get out of bed...tangles in sheets...falls.

07.21-*Cussing* Enter worried Dog, who happily licks my face.

07.22-Even more cussing....

07.26-I'm Up! Dressed and making breakfast (coffee and blah-sandwich)

07.27-Grunts something that is supposed to resemble a "Good Morning"

07.30- Forced down the blah-sandwich...enjoyed the coffee...Now Teeth Brushing Time!

07.32- Bag packed. Computer On. Enter E-mail.

07.40- Writing on Blog...

07.45- Still writing and listening to "A-Laget" on Radio X3m...

08.00- Soon Time for work. Will update later.

08.02- Over and Out!

Brand New Blog Layout!

So I got tired of the old, black, dark, dull and actually rather boring Layout. So I decided to spice it up and add a personal touch (aka my own work). As you can see it is much more colorful and actually rather "80's" inspired. I am introuged by that decade right now...amonst others...

I'm still working some stuff out though, and as I type I'm figuring that 101 Facts about the writer post out. Oh, yeah. It will be up soon enough and I'm working hard (=having the window open as I surf and writing on it occasionally) on that very post and it is progressing (slowly).

Today...was...Sunday. Didn't do much. Was lazy. Ha. Like I am every Sunday. That's my official Lazy Day. Do Nothing but try to sleep until noon and just slag infront of a good movie/book or this very computer. Unfortunatley my body wanted to wake up at...07.00. *Gasps*. I know, I know...it's terrible! I was scolding my brain/body the moment my strangely awake eyes landed on the clock. Why is that? You always wake up when you are allowed to sleep. Sucks.

Well...I have things to do...(not really)...so...

Over and Out.

Eat The Rich…

“Believe in all the good things
That money just can't buy
Then you won't get no bellyache
From eatin' humble pie
I believe in rags to riches
Your inheritance won't last
So take your Gray poupon my friend
And shove it up your ass”

-Aerosmith-

I am officially an Idiot. This morning, at an very indecent hour I might add, we took off in our boat towards the market. Daddy dearest’s idea, mind you. Well before that I was grumbling about being tired and made myself ready to head off. This involved applying an highly inflammable amount of Hairspray to my hair… When we then got out on the sea, at first I liked it but then…the horror! A thought struck me! My hair was still wet from the frigging Hairspray…it had not dried yet! So if you add wet Hairspray+a lot of Wind you get…=? 
Yeah, one hell of a hairdo.  I realized that by the end of that very windy trip, my hair would look…well something like that…

We arrived at our destination. I immediately searched for a mirror. I found none. But I  did find a small window where i could see my reflection…
As expected …I looked like a bad version of an 80’s HairBand. Freaking Fantastic. Not. Well I managed to somehow fix my new do into something rather presentable. Mohah. Well next problem was that I was wearing my oh-so-fabulous Ripped Jeans. I love them. Older Ladies and Gents looked strangely at them…Oh well.

Now my brilliance is needed. Apparently my awesomeness is needed to fix some food. Yeah.

See you later Alligator…
See you in a while Crocodile…

I humbly apologize for the Lame-Ass lines…I couldn’t help myself.

Over and Out.

Can you say...Friday?

So we have once again reached the end of the week and the weekend is slowly (yes, in a snail-pace) approaching. It's strange. I have questioned time many times before, and I don't think there's any need for me to do it again. I'm still as confused as I was when I questioned it last time.

On another note I have been thinking that this Blog is too...Dark. No, seriously! I know I just updated with the new banner and eeverything...but that's just what's going through my mind right now..I just want more...color!

Enough about that... Yesterday, me and my mates from work headed for the Gym( I know what you're thinking...me at the gym...no way josé...it's true though..) We were supposed to have some kind of traininsession there with some bloke. The Keyword in that sentence was supposed to. Yeah, the guy didn't show. How lame aint that? So I got up...about..2 whole hours(!) too early just to be there. And one of us came there on her friggin day off...just to be at mentioned training happening. Bloody Hell. So thank you Bloke-Who-Shall-Be-UnNamed-In-This-Blog for that awesome session...which didn't exactly happen...
BWSBUNITB...how you dissapoint me...

Over and Out.

Rain...Rain...Rain...Flood?

Rain has been poring down all day here. Seriously I thought it would never end! It was like th clouds had decided to try and drown us, or something. I was seriously thinking of calling Steve Carrell and ask him to put on his Noah outfit from "Evan Almighty", because we all know that he has the whole outfit including the wig and beard in the back of his closet. And then start building that damn Ark. We might need it.
But apparently those drowning plans were put to rest...because right now...well atleast it stopped raining.

Over and Out.

Dissapointment.

Your heart is pumping as you turn your eyes towards those little numbers in the right corner of your computer screen. They represent time. You watch as if in Slow Motion the 59 turns to 00. You feel the grin slip onto your face as you change your msn status to; "Not at the Computer". You can feelt the excitement building up from your toes to your ears...You rise. Slowly with a giddy smile and a skip in you step you walk towards the boob tube...

One of your favorite shows are about to start. You sit down, ready for awesomeness. You know this is going to be Legend-wait for it-dary as you reach for the remote.

You press the "3" and watch as the screen changes channel. The grin widens as you scan the info-tab at the bottom of your TV screen.

But wait!

Your smile starts to fade as you re-read the words on the info-tab. The tab dissapears and you frantically push the "info" button on the remote. Your eyes must have decieved you, they must have! The blue tab reappear and your worried and slightly scary smile slips into a frown.

Where the word "Life" should have been there is another TV show instead. You feel your frown slip into a dissapointed and confused pout as you try to figure out what just happened...

Your brain decides to join you again and tells you that last week was the Season Finale of your show. It had slipped your mind.

Dissapointment clouds your mind and soon turns into anger...directed at yourself. For building up the excitement only to be brutally brought down to earth by the cruel reality. Your memory-span is simply too short and TV shows change their airing times at the same rate as R-Pattz and K-Stew's relationship status...Frequently.

Reality Sucks Sometimes.

Over and Out.

^^

Greetings.

I've been thinking, never a good sign I know. Believe me I know. But as I was saying...I think I want to re-design my Blog. Again. Why? Dunno...I'm bored I guess.

I haven't been posting enough, and I apoligize, to the imaginary Readers. Yes I don't think too many people are actually reading theese annoying little rants...that's not even interesting just me venting. I guess. Oh well.

I watched Pride and Prejudice awhile ago. Yes, I know...I can't believe it took me this long! But I've read the book, I'm thinking I should read it again. You see...I didn't really connect with me. Not when I read it, I liked some parts but otheres were...to be brutally honest; Boring. But I did fall inlove with Mr. Darcy, without seeing the movie first, doing so made me like him even more. It can't be healthy to have cryshes on theese...fictional characters. It just can't! And I have a frigging list of them....a LONG one. It's practically endless...sad but true. Oh well.

Over and Out.

Promises, Promises...

"A Promise is a trabsaction between two or more
persons whereby the first person undertakes in the future to render some service
or gift to the others or devotes something valuable now and here to his use"
-Wikipedia-

Okay, I think I might have promised to write more often. I really should stop promising things...because I ever seem to be able to keep those f-ing promises.
I promised to call my friend early in the week, I called her last night.
I also somewhat promised that I would take my brother shopping some weekend, in June. We are now in August and still...nothing. I feel like I'm lying even if I really aren't...I just...forget things...

Promising stuff is really stupid. If you know that you can't keep them.
So...from here on I promise that I won't make any stupid promises that I can't keep.





I did it again...didn't I? Fudge.

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Goood Evening.

So here I am again typing away...Busy day at work to day. Lot's and lots of clients. Totally nice.

I don't even know what to type...Right now I'm listening to MJ's They Don't Really Care About Us. Awesome song...Faschinating.

Good God...I'm pathetic...Anywho.

Over and Out.

There's a huge possibility...

...that I am from another planet.

Have you ever felt like that? Like you seem to think and register on a comepletely different level then those surrounding you. Like your brain was tuned into another radiowave than everyone elses?

Have you ever had that strange feeling when you stand in the middle of a crowd, that you are the only one that thinks about how stupidly that poster on the wall is placed, because everyone just walks by it without seeing it. But you saw it...you can't stop seeing it...why?

This happens to me frequently. Okay so I thought the Facebook Group "I Narrate My Life In My Head Like JD From Scrubs" was a funny name for a group so I joined it. But as I clicked on the "Join" button, I realize that I somewhat do. Sometimes I even do it out loud. I talk to myself. All my friends and family know that. I just understand things better when they are said out loud. Why? I haven't the foggiest...

I think out loud, and I narrate my life in my head sometimes. I see things differently. I highly suspect that noone else looks at a movie the same way I do...or thinks the same way about that special corner on that significant street...that doesn't really mean anything to me it is just a vivid picture in my mind, for some reason or the other.

This is why I think I might be from another Planet.

Maybe I'm from Planet Zchnoog. A Planet far, far away where noone is judged and speaking your thoughts out loud is as normal as eating cherry-pie for breakfast. Where everyone feels the need to talk like a pirate once in a while and loves to travel over the 10 seas that takes up most of the planets surface. Money is not an important fact and everyone gets along. The term "war" is an unknown term that doesn't excist and you are allowed to be just who you are. Eeeh, who am I kidding, a place like that doesn't excist...but one can dream.

Weird Not so Frequently Asked Q&A...

Interview with the blogger.

Interviewer: Weird Person With a sqeaky Voice.

Interviewer: Okay...*clears throat* let's begin then...
Blogger: And what if I refuse?
Interviewer:You will die.
Blogger:What? Die? You can't be serious...
Interviewer: I am Dead serious...*snickers at own joke*
Blogger:*Stares Blanky* Really?
Interviewer:Really....
*Akward Silence...*
Blogger: Well...uuum...go ahead then...

1. How old are you in 5 years? You want me to do Math? Are you mad? *Grumbles after rude stare from I.*...okay...um...24...
2. Who was the last person you met? A customer at work...or dad...either one...
3. How tall are you? 1.63 cm.
4. What was the Last Movie you watched? The Lake House...Oh Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock...amazing chemistry...and I really enjoyed the...Int.:NEXT QUESTION!
5. Who did you last call? Vivi.
6. What did your last text say, and to whom? It was for Vivi...but I have no idea what it said...This phone does not save...
7. What are your plans for the day? Eat.Sleep.Watch Life.Shower.Read Fanfiction.Day-Dream about Ace Merrill..maybe not in that order...
8. Do you prefer Texting or Calling? Texting...definitly...If it isn't Mucho Importanto.
9. Are your parents Married,Separated or co-habitee's? Co-habitee's..but practically married, it just doesn't say so on a small paper...
10. When was the last time you saw your mum? Like...a second ago when she came in the door...
11. What is your Eye-color? Green-ish,Brown-ish...they change...honest!
12. When did you wake up today? 06.30...BUT I didn't get out of bed until like...19.15...what? It's Normal...or else they wouldn't have invented The Snooze button...
13. Have you ever found a cat? Define..."found"..like I saw on walking over the street or it popped out of my bag..? If A) yes..if B) Thank god NO!
14. What is your favorite place? Our Summer Cabin. It Rulez.
15. What place do you dislike? The Dentist's Office...*shudder*Espec. the bloody chair...
16. Where do you think you are in 10 years? Honestly? I have no idea. I would like to say England or Australia...that's waht I'm hoping for...
17. What scared you as a child? Clowns...they still do...yak.
18. Who had you laughing last? Vivi.
19. Are you too young to own LP's? What kind of stupid question is that? I might have bought some...I don't though...
20.Do you have a PC or a Laptop? Well my own is a Lap-Top...I named it Sidney. Stop staring at me...I like naming things...
21. Do you sleep with or without clothes? JAMMIES!!
22. How many pillows do you have in your bed? eheh...3...
23. How many landskapes have you lived in? 1..but 2 for shorter periods of time...
24. Have you ever vomited while drunk? Who do you take me for! But..um..yes...
25. What do you prefer; Shoes,Socks or Barefoot? Barefoot all the way...
26. Are you social? Well...not exactly...
27. What is you favorite Ice-Cream? Croatian Ice-Cream...any freaking Kind...mmm...Ice-Cream...
28. What would you do if you won One Million Euros? Travel the world and Shop...
29. Do you like chineese food? Hell Yeah! and even more so after watching The Lost Boys...
30. Do you like coffee? Yes. I am an Addict.
31. What do you drink for breakfast? Coffee...
32. Do you sleep on a specific side? Upside down...and no I am not kidding. I did that once...or twice...
33. Do you know how to play Poker? You should see my Poker-Face...It sucks...but yeah I can play.
34. Do you like to get cozy? Well...not exactly...I have issues with CozySnugglyflies...don't ask...
35. Are you some sort of addict? Hahahahha...Do you even know who you're talking too! YES, YES and once more..YES...
36. Do you know anyone with the same birthdate as you? No...but I'll Google it...
37. Do you want kids? Right now? Hell No...later in life...maybe..yeah...I think so...?
38. Do you know any other languages then Swedish? English durf, Sort of Finnish and some German words...does the fact that I can count to three in french mean that I know french? Apparently not...
39. Have you ever ridden an Ambulance? Noooou...
40. Do you prefer the Ocean over a pool? Ocean...definitley Ocean...You can't exactly ride any waves in a pool can you?
41. What do you spend you money on? Movies,Clothes...Books..lots...
42. Own any expensive Jewlery? Some, yes. In a not-so-secret hiding place only I know of...
43. Have you ever tried any narcotics? Never...EnergyDrinks doesn't count...but they have the same effect on me...
44. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Good god why would anyone want to know THAT? That is digusting...but okay, I'll spll..it was...it was...A Läkerol pastille...DON'T JUDGE ME!!
45. Who is the funniest perdon you know? Myself? hah...just kidding Im a bore..no I think...My cousin...his ideas are just...hilarious...
46. Choose a scar on your on your body? Scarfree!! I think...If yu don't count this tiny little thing on my knee...I think it's a scar...that or something is living in there...OH GOD THE MENTAL PICTURES!
47. What's your ringing tone? The Clash-London Calling
48. Do you have any clothing left from when you were little? Yes, this cute tiny little dress...dunno why exactly though...
49. Do you flirt much? hahahha...ppfft...sorry..sorry...ppfft..hahaha...can't..can't...BREATHE!
50. Where was you Blog-Profile-Pic taken? My Room...and then Gimpifed
51. Can you change the oil in your car?Haha! yeah Daddy told me how to! But I might have...ehrm...forgotten how to...
52. Have you ever gotten a Speeding Ticket? Surprisingly...no...but I fear that it's only a matter of time...
53. What was the last book you read? Remember Me?-Sophie Kinsella...what? Hey after you yelled at me for ranting about the movie, I'll shut up about the book...
54.Do you read the News Paper? Sort of...I look through it...
55. Are you subscribing to any Magazine? No, but I would like to subscribe to Q.
56. Do you dance in the car? Constantly. Every Minute of every hour of every day that I drive.
57. What radio station did you listen too lately? Radio Vega...when I ventured into the kitchen...for some reason or the other...
58. What was the last thing you scratched down on a piece of paper? Remember; Buy Food. Or Starve. Not Kidding.
59.When was the last time you visited Church?Christmas I think...yeah...I think that's It...
60. Who do you challange to this important task? This is a very important and respectful task...that a very carefully selected individuals should have the privilige to do...okay...NOT...Robin,Cessi,Bettina,Jeffi and Every Poor Little Sod that happens to stumble over this and read it...please do comment if you actually did it!