Translation of yesterday's Swedish gueststarring:
Tuesday January 24th 2006 8:19pm
Right now I have a fucking pain in my mouth, a damn craving for chocolate and my brain has a total meltdown. The first is because I went to the dentist earlier today, discovered a hole, fixed said hole and now I sit here and bleed from the gum and it hurts! I can do something about the second, but since I assume that I got the hole in my tooth because I keep cramming a lot of candy I thought I'd skip the chocolate. Besides, it doesn't feel all that funny to cram a lot of sweets when you just visited the dentist. Regarding the meltdown I don't really know why it came, but for some reason I can't even get a simple mathematical problem right and it annoys me so damn much that I don't really know what to do. (I hate it when I have to admit that I can't do it.) The positive side is that I can take the business economy tomorrow, that I can ask about the physics on the lesson tomorrow and that the new season of Desperate Housewives starts in 45 minutes. That's another thing that bothers me. I bought season 1 in England and now I thought about investing in season 2 from the States. The problem is then that you need a regionfree dvd so my parents bought me a dvd. When I asked if it was regionfree they said 'no, but you can fix that yourself' and then handed me a note with the address www.vcdhelp.com so of course I entered the site and thought 'here goes nothing'. Yes... Do i Have to mention that I sat there for ten minutes, cursed like a brush-binder* and went into my room and ate Brio*? No, I didn't think so either.
My Brio finished yesterday, so now there're only peppermint rocks left in the "box". The problem with not wanting to eat candy is that you don't want to eat the eight peppermint rocks that are left. Rock anyone?
/I'd love to do it, but the planets aren't in a phase right now.
* Curse like a brush-binder - old Swedish expression that means cursing very very much.
* Brio - Swedish candy in funny colours.
I dreamt that I was going to ride my bike around the world. Me and a friend made plans for it and all. We were going to go down to Africa, then cycle from the north down to South Africa and then cycle from there to Australia. Now remember, this was a dream so riding the bike on water was perfectly alright. And it was perfectly alright until this very minute when I realised that the perfect plan had a few flaws - dying on a bike in the water... I honestly have to say that I did not see that coming.
This dream did stir some old thoughts though - I do want to ride my bike down to the continent, but no one wants to do it with me and even though I see myself as terrifying, I kinda doubt that the horny truckdriver does at 3am at night.
That's my new goal by the way; to become terrifying. Now, I know that it won't ever happen since I'm 1,65mts and weigh about 50kgs so I made a plan B.
Plan B: To become so respected people will be afraid to let me down.
Between you and me, it's not going that well, but I won't give up hope!
Okay, I need something to eat - this is getting stupid.
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