Brilliant Music Videos and Feng Shui...

Hey,

Today went by pretty fast. I'm sadly developing some minor flu symptoms and I'm terrified that I'll actually get the flu. I so don't have the time or need for that.
I've been reading a book about Feng Shui lately and it got me wondering. Can you Feng Shui a Blog? I'll look that up and come back to that later.
This book tells you about cleaning up in your cluttered life and things like that. It's very interesting. As I type I am watching Scrubs, what have I learned from Scrubs today? That the Todd is...well...The Todd!

John Mayer's new album Battle Studies arrived yesterday. And I watched the first video I saw with John and the one that got me into his music in the first place. Bigger Than My Body:

John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body (Official Music Video) - Funny home videos are a click away

And I decided to put up two videos. This one is from his new album and it's abolutley brilliant. Both the song and the video. Who Says;

So Saturday aka Yesterday was fun. Went out to A8 (sadly almost the only place to go to in this god forsken place) with my friends and had one hell of a time, as usual ;) I've come to the conclusion that my friends rocks. Sincerely.

Love, Peace and Chicken Grease!

New Phone. Wow.

So I am now the owner of a brand new phone. I can't remember the last time I bought a new one. It is very "high-tec"..or so I think.
I have a theory that it might be smarter then me. But I like it, I gave my old faithful one to my brother who collects old phones. Why? I haven't had the courage to ask him...
The one thing that made me sad though...was that apparently my old texts didn't follow along with the simcard. If you're some kind of genius you might figure out how to do just that so all my old texts could have been saved. But alas I am not, and way to lazy to actually try it. So I deleted them all so my brother wouldn't go snooping. You never know what he could have found...not even I know what kind of terrible secrets and strange inside jokes those texts held.

Over and Out.

 

It looks something like that...I kind of left my camera at work so I can't take a photo of the actual phone.

Strange musings of a tired brain...

You know those days when you kind of want to punch every single person you see in the face. just for the hell of it. Today, is one of those days. And to be honest that isn't very well...good since my line of work actually involves people.
But I have learned to keep my bursts of insanity in check (most of the time) so not a single mortal being has been harmed.

I bought the newest issue of Q today without really checking what/who was going to be in it. Because Q is just one of those magazines that always has something of interest to read. Imagine my pleasant surprise when I found not only one but two intervews with John Mayer. One about his Battle Studies Tour and another one about...well him in general and a lot about Twitter(hmm?). Brilliant. I actually ordered Battle Studies today and I am eagerly awaiting its arrival. *laughs manically*. Sorry, I'm rather hyper and well...tired toady. I drank some sort of weird "Fat Burning" Drink that had reached its expire-date. It was given to me just because of that fact actually...for free. It tastes funny...like Orange Soda without bubbles. To be honest it's slightly disgusting, I think I'll just pour it out.

Good Times.

I was surfing the You Tube again, scoping out different music vids.
And I found Jimmy Barnes and INXS-Good Times. From the Lost Boys Sountrack. It's an amazing song that makes me giddy and happy every time I hear it.
And I can't help myself from singing along; Mary, Mary you're on my mind...

Will you be My (Cynical) Valentine?

Valentines Day. Wikipedia tells me that; Saint Valentine's Day (commonly shortened to Valentine's Day) is an annual holiday held on February 14 celebrating love and affection between intimate companions.
Thank you almighty Wiki.
Yes, we celebrate love, our friends, our loved ones. Great, awesome. Let's face it people. Valentines Day is a commercial Holiday invented by Hallmark and similar corporations to sell pink&red junk to the guillable masses. Which equals earning some hard cash.
Excuse me for being a cynic here, I normally am a romantic kind of person. But Valentines...well sometimes it goes out of hand. Seriously. Everywhere you go you see hearts, you hear Absolute Love Songs booming out from every single speaker. It is oh so annoying.
It's geat to honour your loved ones, but shouldn't we do that every day? And not just on February 14th?

So yeah, I wish everyone I know a Happy Valentines Day. But don't expect to get loads of chocolate, gift cards or something equally filled with mush from me. If anything you might get a box of "Bittersweets", I found these hilarious. So on that note. I bid you farewell.

Sherlock Holmes.

So I just watched Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law. And it was brilliant. The dialouge, the cast and the way it was shot was great. the plot could have been better but all in all better then I expected.
The interaction between Downey and Law was a joy to watch and the pair basically made the whole movie in my opinion. (Read my full review here.)

One thing that I instantly fell for was the muddy-brown tones the whole movie was set in and the costumes. Oh the costumes were brilliant. I want Holmes and Watsons hats and coats! I thought that the stylist had really done a great job with the costumes, they were pure awesomeness. Just look at these;

A little collage I made to honour the most tubular outfits and characters. Am I really the only one who want's those coats and hats? Do tell me if I am. And yes I do know that these are mens clothing. Who Cares? They look wicked handsome to me and I wouldnt mind wearing them...or something similar with a feminine touch. Savvy?

Over and Out.

New Due...Wuhuu(e)

Heyo,

Today I dragged my lazy bum to the hairdresser and came out looking entirely different. I am so happy with my new hair. My hair rox your sox. Sincerely.
It looks nothing like the...thing...that used to occupy my head. Booyah.

Lets just see the Before and After Pics.

Before.

Okay...so I might have headbanged to Posion most radically before this shot...But it pretty much sums my annoyance with my hair up.

After.

YES, It's blue.green. YES, it's very short. And YES, it is...awesome.
And YES I am wearing my most triumphant Team Edward shirt. Boss.















And on that BOMBshell...I say, Goodbye.

Tuesday apparently means...

...Let's try to drown Finland in snow-day. Yeah. It's snowing. Again. Fuck. That was pretty much my thoughts this very not so beautiful mornin. Beautiful my...ehrm, right.

Anyway. Earlier today I went to the gym. We had Body Pump, you know that refreshing, almost deadly form of exercise. I seriously thought that my legs were going to fall off at one point. I am seriously ridiculously out of shape. I really need to get my act together and start doing something. And well...stop stuffing junkfood into my mouth. Okay, so I haven't really tried to clog my blood vessels with the fat-tiest(?!) food I can lay my greedy, lazy paws on but still. It's not like I'm living the green and healthy life either.
Maybe watching one of those disgusting "health" documentaries would be in order....They always creep me into living healthy at least for a little while...This needs to be thought about me thinks.

Yeah, but enough of this. Over and Out.

I actually have a plan...

Greetings,

Saturday again. The first week of February is soon over, stranger than strange that is. When I come home from work I'm going to;

1. Eat.
2. Watch some movie...haven't decided which one yet...probably one I've watched a thousand times before.
3. At some point get ready to go out (which actually takes me more than an hour just because I get distracted along the way...psyko). If I haven't dozed off and overslept. My god I feel so old typing that, seriously. No I am going out tonight but I think I'll saty silver this time. Becaue yeah it's fun to sleep over from time to time..but there's noting that beats your own bed. So we'll see...haven't decided yet.

And that's my plan for today. An actual plan. I almost never plan so this is unusual. The master plan will probaly change still though. I'm pretty certain about that. Anyways.
And on that Bombshell...(Jeremy Clarkson (really should be Prime Minister), yes I've soo been watching Top Gear way to much again)...Good Day!

A Whole Lot Better.

Like I've said a million times before. Music is a muse. Music makes life better. A whole lot better...Like this song by Brendan Benson, an artist I recently discovered while listening to a wicked Radio Show. This song is one of his newer ones and I think it's most impressive. The video is just...most triumphant. Enjoy.

Enter February...

...Sugar High, Bored to tears and with promises made to be broken. That's the right way to go about it.

Monday this week doesn't just begin a new week but a new month. Wicked? Not really. February to me has always been apretty well...boring month. It's got what, Valentines Day? A day I really don't get at all. Well sure it's great to honour romance and love and friendship and what not. But must we really endure all the pink and the hearts and the...fluffy-ness? Don't get me wrong, I am a hopeless romantic and love fluffy romance to a certain degree. Valentines just...well some people over-do it. It's nauseating.

I have felt rather...creative today. Had a day off which meant that I didn't do anything at all. Basically. I did write alot on some of my unfinished works...and the words just keeps coming. I can't seem to stop this flow of words that are bursting out of my brain down to my typing fingers and saved onto my harddrive.
For a litterature/writing-geek like me it's like having an epiphany. I can't even describe what it feels like to barely be able to think the words before they are typed down on the virtual paper.
It's like my brain and my fingers are working together in such a fast pace that the part of my brain that sometimes struggles to find words doesn't even try to keep up. It's an euphoric feeling. When I'm in one of "my moods", as my brother so dearly refeers to it as, you can barely reach me. It's like I enter a part of my mind...my soul that I don't use every day and the imagination just flows.
Basically; I enter La-La-Land, Narnia, Neverland, My own personal Haven of Wickedness without any intention of returning to the cold nice real world for a couple of hours.
With me, I bring inspirational music, any kind of sugar filled becverage I can find (=Sugar High) and with that I get lost in my own imagination. Surrounded by my other selves and characters my wicked mind has created.
I literally free fall into my own insanity. I enter a place no other person would live through visiting; The Deepest Darkest Place of my Mind. A place not even I can fully comprehend.

It's calming, relaxing to just leave reality for a couple of hours and immerse myself in my my own imagination. It's one of the greatest most soothing feelings in the world. And I don't think that just anyone can do that. Dissapear into themselves so deeply that the surrounding world doesn't exsist anymore. No longer is reality a fact or real it's a world beyond the one you have immersed yourself in. A world noone but you can enter. A world revolving around you, your thoughts, dreams and imagination. Everyone should have a place like that. their own safe haven. Their own personal Neverland.

I know I love my Neverland. I don't enter it every day...not even every week but when I do. Don't expect me to re-appear in the "real-world" for a while.
But one must be careful. Immerse yourself in your own world for too long and you might get stuck there. Stuck in a alternate-reality that may seem like heaven at first, but stay there for too long and it might turn into your very own personal hell. Your imagination is a powerful thing, some people have a stronger one then others. If this is good or bad I think I'll leave to Freud and his minions to figure out.

I read somewhere that the first sign of madness is talking to yourself. But I say that everyone has a healthy portion of insanity  tucked somewhere inside them, some just show it more then others.
I've never claimed to be sane or normal, and I probably never will. But like I said; it's healthy to be slightly insane. Striving to be normal might just reduce you into some sort of non-healthy state of mind. ...
I am very content in my own insane state of mind.

And on that note I leave you to once again enter my own Neverland; where anything can happen and just like Peter Pan and The Lost Boys...you don't have to grow up or think about grown-up things if even...just for a little while.