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