Meh.

That's the perfect word to describe my mood with right now. Meh.

Everyone is stupid, everyone does everything wrong and this goddamn planet with its depressing weather sucks.

Last night I ate half-a-bag of chips and half a chocolate-bar and drank atleast 3 cups of Coke. Only to feel bad about it seconds later. Then I moped for a while and watched Supernatural and drooled over Jensen Ackles, I felt slightly better.

I feel fat. My head hurts. My stomach hurts. I kinda feel like bashing someones head in with a hammer. Oh and I would love some ice-cream right now.

Damn.

I hate PMS*.

Cheers, or whatever...

*this is actually pretty rare for me because I almost never suffer from this "sickness" but when I do...well I kindof turn into Lady-Bitch-Alot.

Weekend, Wedding, Wauw,

So this weekend was eventful.

Friday was spent cruising around with my friends ( <3 ) and picking people up then watching abit of TV before my friends boyfriend showed up and said; 'Hey why don't you come with me to fé!' (that's a bar by the by). So we said meeh, we both have to get up tomorrow but; why the hell not! So we ended up sitting there for a couple of hours talking to people and other...things.

Saturday was my Cousin's Wedding. So I did her make-up in the morning and then the actual wedding happened. It was beautiful, so beautiful! And then of course there was the party, which was fun. (like on of my friends put it; Free Booze! Hah, but seriously it was great). Somewhere towards the end another cousin was pertty hyper and somehow managed to convince me to join him to Affes (a nightclub/bar). I wasn't there for very long which probably was a good idea ;)

Sunday I slept. Alot. No hangover, thank god. Then my friend texted so we went cruising to IKEA, and other places just to have something to do.

So I did loads this weekend. And it was brilliant.

I love you guys.

This is cute. Isn't it?

September, let's all join the Self-Pity-Party.

Today was my day off, and as most of my day's off goes I did nothing. And I kinda hate myself a little for it . Because there's just so much to do and I just wasted an entire day doing nothing. At all. It's scary and frankly a wee bit dissapointing.That's a crappy feeling, being dissapointed at yourself.
So my next day off I'm going to actually do something and not just lay around infront of the telly all day.

Eating loads of chocolate, drinking chocolate milk...then groan when you realize that your skin is going to totally break out and form a little zit party around your chin area. But then I just shrug it off and think to myself I'm allowed to do this, today and maybe tomorrow. But then I can't eat chocolate until next month! Yep I'm trying to not be such a chocoholic. I am only allowed to have chocolate once a month, there now I have it in writing, with you readers as my witnesses. I hope that helps, really I do.

I know I whine alot and often talk about "bettering" myself, don't we all? But this time, this time I'm actually going to go through with it.

Oh help me someone.

What have I gotten myself into?

And now just to torture myself.

How can anyone possibly say no to...THAT! 
Man I want Chocolate.
This is going to be one hard task, let's hope I make it.

Peace Out.

June begins with Patrick Jane.

June is here. Wicked strange.

Loads of work and more is to come, which is actually loads of fun if not slightly stressful.

Last night this awesome episode of the Mentalist aired. You know that brilliant show with my imaginary-husband-to-be; Patrick Jane? Yeah, that one. It was awesome.
What else? Not much really, just felt like posting something. Insert gorgeous picture of the brilliant Patrick Jane here. Did you know that Simon Baker who plays the fantastic mr Jane is in fact australian? Well if not; now you do, makes him so much more brilliant doesn't it?

Peace Out.

Giggles. Best and worst.

I Love Food. True Story.

You know, I've never understood those who check how much carbs, calories, fat and what-not they put into their mouths. Okay, yes it's good to know what you eat, eat healthy and all that shazz. But counting carbs? Making lists on how much you can and/or should eat each day? Come on. No. Never.
I wouldn't be able to stand that. I admit, I do check for some really bad substances, and etc. But I'm never going to count how much fat or whatevs I can and/or should eat. Never ever.

I just love food too much for that. Sincerely. I am not a master-chef, and probably never will be. And to be honest I've only recently begun to have any sort of interest in making the food instead of just...well...eating it.
Because I can't understand how some girls (and guys too I guess...but it is mostly girls...right?) can stand to refuse to eat some goodness just because it contains too much fat/carbs/whatever you're supposed to avoid.
I mean this weekend we barbequed. I helped to make some delicious goodness that I know some Carb-Nazi wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. It's (field)mushrooms filled with blue cheese and wrapped in bacon (Mmmm-Bacon....). Who could resist this? I mean the mushrooms are deli-ish, the cheese actually melts on your tounge, that's just how creamy and good it is, and Bacon. Come on, bacon. 

My love for food hasn't always been there, I'm embarrased to say that once upon a time I was very fastidious when it came to food. Yeah I know, terrible that is. But that was then and now I am a lover of food. Now I just have to practice making it. Perhaps I should start posting my attempts at making any sorts of food here? I'll think about it. The reason food is the topic today is actually the fact that I've begun reading alot of Food Blogs. Awesomeness.

On another note...sometimes I just look at alot of my Facebook Friends when they all put up "Just got home from the Gym", "Time for a Walk" or something like that. And what have I done? Well, on tha particular day I had; sat inside, watched a good movie and ate this delicious meringue-cream-banana-cake. Goodness. Absolute goodness.

 This is not it. But it looked something like that.

So I felt kind of...lazy and weird. But I shrugged it off pretty quickly. Then I helped myself to another piece of cake. I couldn't resist. But that's all for now.

Peace 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!

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.

Sunday.HairMetal and Rime In Me Hair...

Dear Blog...

Last night I managed to get lost and somehow ended up at A8 x) I wonder how THAT happaned. Well anyways had loads of fun. Saw alot of people that I haven't seen in ages!
It's so much fun to talk to someone that you haven't talked to for awhile, because you have so much to talk about! Most Awesome.

Today...I haven't done that much. Basically; woke up, had a very-much-needed cup of coffee, watched Nin ja Warrior on the telly (I know. I know. Spare me please), then I went for a walk and the strangest thing happened. By bangs were coated in rime! My hair wasn't even wet! Most strange.
Now I'm sitting here listening to Guns N' Roses, Motley Crue and any other metal-band I happen to have stored somewhere...Radical!

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

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?)

Really...Well That's...Weird...

Greetings Morons of the World!

I found out something incredibly interesting. My last name, if some ancestors hadn't changed it, would have been; Delamott (don't ask me how the fuck you spell it..because I do not know). Yeah pretty awesome, right!? It's french (I'm part french!!(I think...(maybe(almost)))). It's got a crest and everything. That's like...freaking cool! Why did my ancestors change it...I have no idea. It would have been soo much fun to be Charlotta Delamott...COME ON! How totally Gnarly wouldn't that be! Honest! Charlotta Emilia Delamott. Easily transformed into Charlotte Emilie Delamott. (FRENCH-NESS!) hahahaha...so awesome. I'm going to have to check up on this...sincerely.

I'll get back to you.

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....

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.

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.

Goood Evening.

So here I am again typing away...Busy day at work to day. Lot's and lots of clients. Totally nice.

I don't even know what to type...Right now I'm listening to MJ's They Don't Really Care About Us. Awesome song...Faschinating.

Good God...I'm pathetic...Anywho.

Over and Out.

There's a huge possibility...

...that I am from another planet.

Have you ever felt like that? Like you seem to think and register on a comepletely different level then those surrounding you. Like your brain was tuned into another radiowave than everyone elses?

Have you ever had that strange feeling when you stand in the middle of a crowd, that you are the only one that thinks about how stupidly that poster on the wall is placed, because everyone just walks by it without seeing it. But you saw it...you can't stop seeing it...why?

This happens to me frequently. Okay so I thought the Facebook Group "I Narrate My Life In My Head Like JD From Scrubs" was a funny name for a group so I joined it. But as I clicked on the "Join" button, I realize that I somewhat do. Sometimes I even do it out loud. I talk to myself. All my friends and family know that. I just understand things better when they are said out loud. Why? I haven't the foggiest...

I think out loud, and I narrate my life in my head sometimes. I see things differently. I highly suspect that noone else looks at a movie the same way I do...or thinks the same way about that special corner on that significant street...that doesn't really mean anything to me it is just a vivid picture in my mind, for some reason or the other.

This is why I think I might be from another Planet.

Maybe I'm from Planet Zchnoog. A Planet far, far away where noone is judged and speaking your thoughts out loud is as normal as eating cherry-pie for breakfast. Where everyone feels the need to talk like a pirate once in a while and loves to travel over the 10 seas that takes up most of the planets surface. Money is not an important fact and everyone gets along. The term "war" is an unknown term that doesn't excist and you are allowed to be just who you are. Eeeh, who am I kidding, a place like that doesn't excist...but one can dream.