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.