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.

Wicked Musings...?

I've never really understood peoples' faschination with TV-shows such as Big Brother and Paradise Hotel. To me it's the most boring, bogus, heinous and most non-triumphant thing on the Boob Tube (Yes I watched Bill&Ted again. Sue Me).
I mean what's the point? Some dudes are stuck in a house/on a Island...we watch them eat, sleep, make-out, fight, talk, fight a little more and do the nasty all over the place. Um, what's so interesting about that?
There's no plot what-so-ever, not very interesting characters they are usually just annoying and very predictable. It's totally bogus! And come on...we all know that the whole thing is BS most of the time and set up and everything.
Or well...atleast I hope it is. Who in their right mind would sign up for a show like that, without getting a big fat wad of cash and/or being tricked into it?
I'd rather watch CSI or How I Met Your Mother all day instead of that crap. CSI has an interesting plot, really radical characters (Nick Stokes. Nick Stokes. Nick Stokes) and it's just plain awesomeness. Totally!

What brought this on, you might ask? Well it's Sunday and some channels find it fun and most thriumphant to have a PH marathon. Gag me with a spoon. 

On that note...Over and Out.

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

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.

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???!!!

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.

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.