The Times They are A-Changin'...

My grandmother had her birthday earlier this week, so I visited the G-parents, which was fun.

I haven't had the time to go see them in awhile, and I feel really bad for it. I love my grandparents and they've always been there for all of us. Which is why I've felt bad for not visiting. That's the thing about life, it runs away from you. Easter was spent in Sweden and working long-ish hours, friends, boyfriend and other family does take up your time.
They've also always been young-ish, my grandparents. My Grandfather was like an extra playmmate when we were younger...

But lately times have been hard, especially for them. They've aged incredibly in the last year. And that's made me realize that they're not that young anymore, it just never occured to me before because the age wasn't so noticable. It is now though. And I plan to spend as much time as I can with them, I don't understand people who don't.
Just not showing up for a birthday, because "You just couldn't be bothered". God, shit like that makes me so mad. How dare you even utter the words! To your grandparents, especially ours that has always...always been there.
Sick. But I know that I just "Can't be bothered to show up" on other birthdays as well, after that comment.

Anyway, happy belated birthday to my awesome Grandmother!

Sometimes Life is Complicated.

When you feel like the past weeks have been like starring in a Soap Opera,well, it just makes life alot more complicated.
My head has been turned and spun all the way around a couple of times these past weeks...I've felt confused and like my life suddenly turned into a really bad Soap Opera.

It's a good thing that we're heading for yet another fair this weekend, I need to get out of this town for awhile. Clear my head. Set things straight. Figure stuff out.

...

This picture describes what I feel perfectly right now.

Damn.

I am so confused.

Curious.

S. is planning something.

How do I know this? The wanker told me he's planning something. He knows how curious I get and he does it just to tease me. Damn.
Since yesterday I've been trying to figure out what he's up to but it's useless. He keeps dropping strange hints and says stuff like; "Oh, if you only knew what's coming..." in a sing-song voice and with this peculiar smile on his face. Bastard.

He's messing with my head! Because he knows how curious and slightly nervous I become when people do that. I love surprises, I mean come on, who doesn't? But all that anticipation before, it nearly kills me...

I can't think of anything else...I try to occupy myself with different tasks but my mind just wanders back to the surprise. Bugger.

I feel like Curious George. I wonder where my Man in the Yellow Hat is?

Man, this is exhausting. I'll try to think of something else...and not be so damn curious. But I just can't help it! Damn you honey, you and your mischevious plans and vague hints.

I found this picture when I googled Curious, it made me laugh.

Curiosity killed the Cat.

Why are people so damn curious, or plain nosy about other people's lives?

Why is humankind these days so intent on knowing everything about everyone? Why are we so damn obsessed by celebrities? How come we read tabloids at all, why does that interest us?
 Is it some kind of strange or perhaps slightly morbid curiosity?


I know that curiosity is good, we learn by being curious. We ask questions and get answers. It's human to be curious. How else would we learn anything?

But where do we draw the line between plain, old-fashioned, healthy curiousity and ugly, annoying nosiness?


I'm a person who likes to keep my private life, just that private!
I don't like talking to everyone about everything that's going on in my life. That is for me, my boyfriend, my family and friends to know not anyone else. It's none of their bloody business.

That's why I can't stand it when people feel this strange need to know every single thing and just doesn't seem to understand when enough is enough.

I'm the queen of vague answers, so mostly I do great when I think people are being too nosy. But then there's the people who can't take a hint and doesn't understand when to stop talking.

This is why I've been in a bad mood all week it seems...
There was alot of nosiness involved and I finally, just snapped and blurted something out that I kinda didn't want to say at all. Now I feel like a really bad person, like I betrayed someone close to me's trust.
I don't want to hurt anyone, and I just feel like shit. Maybe for no reason at all but I still do.

Fuck. Now I need a cigarette...too bad I quit.

December = The Month of Gift Giving.

True, right? But December is also the month of; I'm-Freaking-Out-Because-I-Don't-Know-What-To-Get-Anybody.

Giving gifts, is fun. I like it alot but there one huge problem. My imagination may be absolutley brilliant when it comes to writing fictional stories or weird names for titles to my blog posts but when it comes to presents...Well, that talented mind seems to dissapear and all that is left is a bunch of confused neanderthal noises like; Uuuh, uugh, baaah...and the ultimate line; I dunno.

Each year I stand at the shops looking at the shelves confused. Because I have no idea of what to get anybody. So eventually I grap something crappy that I am not at all saticfied with at the last freaking minute. You know that present that makes you want to cringe as you see the person in question unwrapping the paper. Yeah, that gift.

But this year is going to be different. I've promised myself that much. Because this year I'm going to start relatively early with the gift-shopping. This weekend, the S.A.*  and I are going Christmas Shopping. And I've made a promise to myself to atleast try and get all the gifts done on Saturday. I sure hope I'll succeed. I actually have two done already, I feel proud.

I'm also going to try and not end up looking like that or freaking out and bursting into tears of frustration. Bloody Hell. Speaking of that cuss in praticular, I saw HP 7 Part One last night. Honestly? Alot better than I thought it would be. The world sure is full of surprises.

Over and Out.

*I guess I should stop calling him "The S.A." because he isn't exactly secret anymore is he...I'll think about it.