No shit, Sherlock!

"- What exactly does a social scentiest do?

- Kills people."

At least a lot of them do. Or well... the people who've been responsible for the massacres at US universities studied social science. At least that's what media've told me and media would never lie to me. Ever.

So what's the point of this? Well, it's another lovely introduction to my actual point. This afternoon I had a lecture for a guy who's studied social science and he told us about "frontstage" and "backstage". Basically it's about who you want to be and show people (frontstage) and who you really are when there's no one around (backstage). Of course to me, being the afternoon and all, this turned sexual. So backstage referred to the ass-area... Yep, the lecture was quite fun indeed.

"When you mess up back and front regions
you get confused."

Split baby!

This weekend I talked to a friend about boyfriends and relationships. The discussion started with people who become transformed once they start seeing someone and I told her "if I ever become like that - please tell me". She promised she would. I believe her. Then I asked what her boyfriend thinks of me and my best friend. You see, we're sort of a package-deal. You only get one of us, but you'll have to accept that the other will always be there. Okay, this is getting a bit... strange...
Anyway, she answered that he was really fond of us - I believed her on that aswell. The discussion went on and I asked her how she introduced us to him. According to her she'd told him that he'd love my best friend, because she's so easily likable. About me she said that she couldn't be sure if he'd love me or hate me, but that she was really fond of me. I take that as a compliment. At least it's better than being introduced as "This is Anna. She's a blunt asshole, but you'll get used to it".

I wish you a pleasant day!

Yesterday evening I had a plan. If I got up at 5am I could make porridge and eat a proper breakfast for once. It was a really great plan. Of course, yesterday evening I didn't know I would have trouble sleeping so getting up at 5am kinda didn't work that well. But hey - crispbread without anything on and a mug of tea isn't that bad either. (I know, but I have to fool myself to keep on eating.)

Times like these I wish I lived on Iceland. They don't change to summer time. Then of course - if I had lived on Iceland I'd have to deal with volcano eruptions. I suppose there are pros and cons to everything.

leaf

Jag är så oerhört besviken på dig.

I am so incredibly disappointed in you.

wonderworks

You have big breasts

totally a woman for my taste

When I see you I have

trouble keeping my back straight

Every night will be an adventure

/Kristina från Duvemåla

It's Easter next week. How did that happen? Seriously, I know I've been present and everything but what the hell is happening?! I don't have any amazing plans - I wish I had. I do know that I'm gonna watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and eat candy though.

I don't eat those eggs so they're all yours.
What kind of candy do you like then?
Liqorice and chocolate!
Liqorice isn't Easter candy!
But but... liqorice?
I know! We buy an Easteregg and then put the candy in there. Then it'll be Easter candy!

I watched the Departed yesterday. Matt Damon and Leonardo DiCaprio. Yes please. It's a bit weird though, because I'm fairly sure that the last time I saw it Damon shot DiCaprio. I wonder if there are more than one ending to this movie.
This night I didn't dream that I got shot, but I did dream that I was leading a 25-mile-march with people. Why I was put on that job really is beyond me. Oh, and it was Swedish miles - which is 10 kilometres/mile. I mean seriously, me?! I who, every time I want to run, go lie on the couch until it passes.
I also dreamt that me and my best friend were about to go on a shopping spree. We don't do sprees and I'm not buying anything except paint and spackling paste this month. (Is that really a proper term?)

I got an exam between 1pm and 5pm. At 8pm I have a party. There's a really big chance that I'll get filthy, stinking drunk tonight. You know, one day I'd like to be so incredibly drunk that I can take a bath in a big bathtub of chocolate. I don't think I can drink until that point, but it'd be fun. Imagine if someone taped it... I'll get back to you on this. (If you have trouble imagining me running around in a tub of chocolate - imagine Homer Simpson really drunk. I know, works wonder, doesn't it?)

Don't stop me now!

Whenever I head one of those hits from the early 1990's I always get the same thought in my head. "I wonder what that chorus-girl does now." You've seen the videos - an incredibly halfnaked girl dancing behind a guy with parachute pants or a really ugly suit and then always singing the chorus. I bet most of those girls are all about business now. Dressed in boring striped suits asking people to fill in form 245 so they can get their insurance.

Chocolate sauce and tea - don't try it. You won't even taste the chocolate.

bortgjord, främmande och vilse

I spoke to a friend yesterday about my writing. I told him that I've been considering writing in Swedish lately and he asked me if anyone would actually read it then. (I don't think he knows I actually have quite a few friends here who read it for some reason that not even I know.) My answer was that I write for myself, not for anyone else, and if no one read this I'd still be writing. Maybe not here, but on a piece of paper, a receipt or just on a file on my computer. It's more a need to write than an actual will, but I think I've mentioned this before.

Hrm, I just considered making this a dual-language-entry and started translating into Swedish, but it just felt odd. Too personal. How weird.

That opposition... I almost felt sorry for the guys whose essay we were commenting. They were writing about why a sweater from a guestdesigner - Jimmy Choo - sells better at H&M than one that's almost identical. It was an interesting read, I give them that, but if you start talking about a brand at least make sure you have something about that company then. And if you decide to not use a whole book, at least read the book then. This still brings a smile to my lips (or well, a scournful grin) so I decided to write it down and then you can just skip it or read it or whatever. We're in green, the opposees are in purple and the teacher is black.

We'd like to have information about Jimmy Choo - not everyone know who or what that is.
Your references... Why don't you have a page-number?
Well, we don't need it, we've mentioned the book. Isn't that alright? (Turning to the teacher.)
I have to agree - if you don't have the page-number it means that you're referring to the whole book, instead of just a passage. Always have page-numbers.
I'd like to know why you've put Jimmy Choo in italics on one page, but not anywhere else.
We'd like to emphasize that it's his brand we're mentioning.
Okay fair enough. Although if you'd read the background you'd've known that it's not a he, it's a company. Then you'd also know that he no longer owns his company - he's sold it.
(Silence.)
You've mentioned that you haven't used Naomi Klein's No Logo because you think it's about brand resistance and marketing from a company's point of view. Is this all you think this book is about?
Well, yes...
Because we don't think so and you, who've written about how mass media influence us, could certainly have used this book in your essay. It's fine that you haven't - just give us a better reason.

Okay, so these guys were really unlucky - I happen to be a fan of Jimmy Choo, but their research was really really bad. I wouldn't want to be in their shoes with all the corrections they had to do. Our essay? Oh, it turned out that the group who opposed us had gotten everything all wrong. I know, it's very hard not to gloat.

sprinkles

Milhouse: Remember when he stole my goldfish

and then you told me that I'd never had a goldfish?

But why did I have the bowl then, Bart?

Bart: Yea, he was such a great dog...

Milhouse: Why did I have the bowl?

irresistible

My internet's gone to caflooie. Yesterday my wireless connection suddenly stopped working and today my computer can't find it. I would freak out, but it's not what I do (it's really not) so I just took the cord to the other computer and plugged it into my laptop. Hopefully this will fix itself during the day.

Someone's gonna complain about my writing today. Or well, not complain, but give "constructive critisism". It's going to be interesting, but it's hard to critisise perfection, wouldn't you agree? Oh fine, I'll just stop now. I gotta have breakfast anyway.

(By the way, if you ever wondered about the headlines - don't. I don't even get them sometimes.)

So what?

"There's only one thing that comes as close as being as fantastic as me,

and that's my reflection. All hair the beautiful mirror. Wow."

/sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com

I am fantastic. I mean, I am utterly amazing. I am, to quote Tina Turner, "simply the best". At least if you ask me. If you ask other people I'm fairly sure that they won't agree and that's alright with me. The world would be a quite dull place if everyone had my opinion. Then I wouldn't even be very unique!

I had a point with this entry, but I really can't remember it so I'm just gonna eat my dinner and basque in my own glory instead.

"May the Force be with you."

sleep

When my alarm went off at 7am I didn't have any trouble getting up. How the fuck did that happen?!

Feel the love, baby. FEEL IT!

I LOVE pigs! I don't know why, but I have been for at least the last ten years. This is why:

And seriously - how can you not?!

Fantasticly ridiculous!

At times I truly amaze myself. In writing, in cooking or just by coming up with a really stupid joke. Then there are times when the amazement is negative. Like when I'm not able to open a jar of jam for example. During those times I really wish I lived with a man. Or someone who's just a bit stronger than me so I suppose that's more or less anyone.

The water seal at the sink of my loo was stuffed with shite. As a proper solution - I took it apart and got said shit out. Then I put it back together and tested it and got water everywhere. I tried again and yes, more water. After a quick examination I realised that I'd forgotten to put on a part so I had to take the crap out again to put said shit on. That's when I really wanted a man, but as usual - there's nothing a good dose of violence with a screwdriver can't solve. (Cross-headed screwdriver if you're interested.) So far everything is good and well. And yes, of course there's another twist. When I was putting it back together I sort of shoved a part into the water seal that wasn't supposed to be that far into said seal. This lead to a shortage of about 5 centimetres from the seal to the sink. So now I can't use my sink. Or well, not unless I don't wanna spray everything with water.

I really should practise patience. If I did, then stuff like this wouldn't happen.

Mhm!

A time to kill was the first DVD-movie I bought for myself and the second DVD-movie that ever got into my parent's house. (The first one was Not Another Teen Movie.) My family never meant to get a DVD-player - we were quite content with a VCR - so why did we get one? Well, this was because of me. I've been a fan of Futurama since the first ever episode. Actually I was a fan before that episode aswell because the first commercial for said episode made me hooked right away. I remember running to my sister's room in 2001 or 2002 screaming: "there's a new series coming out from Matt Groening - the guy behind the Simpsons!" and since she's just like me at times she got hooked just by me mentioning this. One or two weeks later on a Monday evening at 10:40pm we saw it and it was truly amazing. So what does this have to do with our DVD-player? Well, here in Sweden the only way to get the Futurama-series was to buy it on DVD. That was the only reason I wanted one, but since I'm fairly economical (at times) I knew it wasn't worth the investment since the VCR worked just as well. Then my parents' TV broke down so I striked a deal with them. "You can borrow my TV - if I get a DVD." Of course they agreed and hazaa - I could get Futurama. (After a trip to England in October 2002 I found the possibility of buying Futurama on VCR. That was very annoying.)
So back to A Time to Kill (in Swedish called Juryn - "the Jury"). I've seen it many times since I first got it, but today is the first time I realised that Kurtwood Smith was in it and his part doesn't go easily missed. In case you wonder - Kurtwood Smith plays Red Forman in That 70's Show. I can't believe I've missed that!

Uh huh

There are times when I try not to write here, and then of course there are times when I have nothing to say and don't write. The first one is much harder to deal with than the second because it's like trying to hold back a train in motion. Not as dangerous obviously, but hard nonetheless. You see, I get something in my head and then the only way to get rid of it is to write it down. Hrm, that does sound like some kind of parasite, doesn't it? Maybe I got a brain-slug?! Oh god!
Anyway... when I don't scribble for a few days a few people usually tell me to (one actually tell me to "stop slacking!"). It used to be really hard to have nothing to say, for a while I was afraid I'd lost this wonderful thing of being able to write in a way that others enjoyed. Turned out I hadn't, but it's just like everything else I suppose; practise makes perfect. (Fine, so you might not enjoy this particular entry and I agree - it's not the best - but I can't stop the train in motion!) I actually had a point here, but I lost myself so badly now that I can't remember it, so I'm just gonna go and watch A Time to Kill instead. Samuel L. Jackson as something else than a hardboiled cop who's so "fucking tired of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!", Sandra Bullock as something else than a woman who keeps falling in love, Matthew McConaughey as a person who can actually act. The best part though is Kiefer Sutherland. Oh my god. Lovely movie, that one.

Sing for me.

News:

Computer crashes.

15 dead.

It's almost April. How in the world did that happen? Don't get me wrong here, I don't mind at all, but January, February and half of March - poof! gone. Of course, for me this means that I'm getting closer and closer to renovating my apartment (so I can sell it and move out of here) since I've decided to start that in April. Since my stationary computer isn't really being itself at the moment and the computer screen is turned off I put my lovely Scottish calendar over it. I know, I'm so smart sometimes. It's my mantra now when things feel shitty "only X days left".

What bugs me is that the supporting actors in musicals always have better voices than the lead roles. It's always the same. Maybe with the exception of the original the Phantom of the Opera, but that's only because it's pretty damn hard to beat Sarah Brightman.

If anyone ever wondered - yes, this insanity runs in the family. This is a convo I had with my sister over msn. (My sister's pink here.)

Chelsea - Inter on TV!

Who the hell cares about liga football, really?

It's a really important game now, I hope Inter wins so Chelsea gets kicked out hahaha.

I love you. I really do. But football? Do you think I care?

No, hihihi.

Mouse carpet?

Sometimes I wonder what my brain looks like. I mean, I know what A brain looks like, but I've never seen my own. I like to think that it's huge - like one of those caricatures you see where people have gigantic heads - and that's the reason I'm so damn smart. Of course I know that I'm not "so damn smart" but it's my thoughts so butt out! Anyway... right now it feels like a prune - all dried up and tiny.

Hrm, you know what? Nah, me neither. I'm just gonna stop writing now and go and take a shower instead.

slime

"Repeat after me: sunlight!"

/Bring It On

Wonderful, glorious sunlight! Oh how I love thee!

Yes, I have lost my mind. I don't really miss it. There's something special with looking out through the window on a building and see the building in two colours - one in shadow and one in sun. Of course, I'd much rather see something else than dull buildings, but you take what you have, right?

My no-sugar-thing is going... less good at the moment. Can I blame it on the fact that I have my period? Well, I probably can, but if it all comes down to self-control anyway then why should I? Should I just not accept that I am a weak person who's owned by the sugar? Or... (and I like this option the best) I could just stop caring so much and just enjoy that bowl of vanilla and chocolate icecream with bananas and chocolate sauce.

rubberducky

For Sander:

"Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy!

I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land,

in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane!

Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic."

/Homer Simpson

I really used to hate Sundays. It's not that the weekend was the most amazing weekend ever or that I had something incredibly exciting waiting for me on Monday morning, it was just that "I have to sleep now"-thing that stressed me out. You know the feeling that it's getting too late too soon and you're not the least bit tired, but you know that if you don't go to sleep now you'll never get to sleep even though it's only 7:30pm, the sun is shining outside, children are playing with their balls in the middle of the street and you haven't even catched the evening news.
I don't really hate Sundays that much anymore, but right now I kinda have trouble sleeping. Again. For the past two hours I've been in my bed trying and nothing. Zero. And for some reason my brain just keeps working on complete overload. I just don't get it. It's not like there's anything to really process. It's not like I'm close to finding a cure for cancer or writing an epic novel or you know, being useful. I just lie there and feel stupid because I simply can't relax no matter how much I try. Maybe I just try too much. Although in my case I doubt that's really the problem - would be a first in that case.

"Well, duh."

/Marge Simpson

rain

The Pirates of the Caribbean-movies really are better now than they were the first time I saw them. I still don't like Kiera Knightley though. She was alright in Bend it Like Beckham, but that "You like pain? Try wearing a corset!"-line from the first pirates-movie just ruined it for me. Since then I haven't been a huge fan. Not to mention that she always has the same facial expression. And yes, this is obviously plain jealousy - I wish that I could kiss Orlando Bloom and make millions in Hollywood. Bastards...

lovely

As you might've noticed I get really nostalgic every now and then. Usually it ends up with me wanting a dog. I suppose it's a good thing that I'm doggie-sitting again now because it sort of takes away the will to have one. Some how you forget stuff like going up 9:50am to dry up vomit or clean a carpet. Yes, I did that. Obviously.

Xena Warriorprincess isn't the best show out there.
Aha - Take on Me is probably the best video out there.

mush

You know, I didn't use to like rock music. It's funny when I think about it, so much music I never used to like that I really appreciate now. When I was nine I heard Pet Shop Boys for the first time - I still remember that orange cd-cover (oh my god, a cd!). It was in school on a Friday during the "happy hour". I remember later that year when I went to a friend's house and we listened to the radio. (I never really did that at home.) In seventh grade my best friend was completely hooked to music - pretty much any kind, but mostly rock - and bought loads of cds every week. I didn't agree with her taste at all and mostly listened to chewing gum-pop where she listened to rock or punk or ska. At this time another one of my friends was really into hard rock and punk. The harder and angrier the better. We spent an amazing amount of time together and she got the idea in her head that she was gonna teach me to like it. So she played Metallica and Iron Maiden and Dia Psalma and so much else that I can't even remember half of it. She played it when we played games, when we had dinner, when we were about to go to sleep. (Hrm, does seem a bit like brainwashing doesn't it?) It took her a while, but I learned to like it. A lot. 1999 something happened that forever changed my view in music. Britney Spears. I was a fan of Spice Girls 1996, but Britney was something more. Of course, I was a girl and I still liked chewing gum-pop so I'm fairly sure that has something to do with it. No one was really surprised. I was a really big fan of her first two albums - cute lyrics and nice tunes. I'm a Slave for You changed my opinion and I stopped listening to her songs. I just couldn't take how different it was.
When I started working in 2005 I got a new friend who was completely addicted to music. He was into that like I was into books and we spent our evening shifts with music, music and more music. It was on one of those shifts - an evening shift in the summer - that he played Muse's Unintended for me. Four and a half years and two concerts later I still love that band. Although I didn't like everything he played it did teach me that there's a lot more to a song than just the melody and the lyrics. The melody is the first thing you hear, the lyrics are usually the second thing you notice but what about that sound in the beginning? Or that noise in the middle? It's a bit funny now because I listen to songs and think "it's not all that to be honest, but it's got a nice sound". I suppose I got a bit far away from that chewing gum-pop-listening girl I used to be, because whenever I tell people that the concert with Britney Spears July 11th 2009 was the second best concert I've ever been to they look at me and ask "you like Britney Spears?!". The first? Robbie Williams on July 2nd 2006. Yes, Muse is number 3.

eleven

An Oscar? For best original screenplay? (I know, but it's the only one I'd have a decent chance of ever winning if I'd enter the movie-biz, I'm a horrible actress.) To me? Oh, I hadn't even prepared a speech! *pulls out two rolls of parchment and lets one of them fall to the floor revealing ten metres of scribbled paper* I'd like to thank God - without him nothing would be possible - and of course my parents who've always been there for me... Buuuut the truth is that I did it all myself so... WOOO I ROCK! UP YOURS!

I always wanted to do that. Of course, it'd be terrible manners so I would never ever do it (I think) and let's be serious - I'll never ever be even close to getting an Oscar and we all know prizes don't really matter anyway, don't we?
Another thing I'd love to do is date a royalty and then make him fall for me, propose and have a big wedding. Only... Once the minister asks me if I "do" I'd say "no-pe" and then I'd just leave. I don't really know why, but it'd be a fun thing to do. Of course... the poor royalty probably wouldn't like it, but oh well.
Or pull up a chair outside someone's kitchen window and sit down together with a bucket of popcorn and then just look at the people inside that house all day. Here in Sweden most houses have their kitchen windows towards the street so you can pretty much always see in.
When I was a kid I always had a strange idea of marrying a really old man between 95 and death and then make him testament all his money to me and then wait for Death to come and claim him. And of course, if Death waited too long - smother the old buffoon with a pillow. For some reason that doesn't seem as tempting now as it did then. Probably because I've discovered sex by now and the thought of having sex with a prune isn't really tempting, even though he probably won't be able to get it up, I'm so not taking my chances.
Or just do what Michael Douglas does in Falling Down. But I bet you'd love to do that aswell, so that doesn't really count.

Raisins - the intestines' best friends.

You know... I ended up with that cooking chocolate... I felt like one of those people who aren't allowed to eat bad food and then get caught in the light from the fridge in the middle of the night with their whole arms stuffed with food. (I know, but I just can't find out the proper expression here, so you'll just have to live with bad English for now.) So I made tea and then I dipped the chocolate in it. And oh my god, it was goooood. I really do need help.

My Dutch course is starting at some point this week. I checked the learning platform we're gonna use and nothing there worked at the moment. That feels really reassuring.

You know, I really wish I could draw amazing pictures. I've been wishing that for years and I'm fairly sure I've told you before aswell. And I really wish I was working instead of studying and I really wish I lived somewhere else. Why do you always want the exact opposite of what you have? When I was working I wished I was studying and when I lived at my parents I wished I lived somewhere else. It's a bit annoying really. But I really do wish I could draw. Or well, draw pictures where I don't have to write below what they are. Once in 8th or 9th grade I made some form of schoolwork about Hitler and Stalin (I think) and I did some doodling on the front-page with Hitler in a submarine at the bottom of the ocean and then an American flag at the surface of the ocean or something. My teacher made a comment "I suppose this is a symbolic picture" and I went "uhm, yea sure". I'd just doodled some crap because I was bored, really. I never really thought about it until I was 16 and did some drawings for my science class-notes. "Dead bird - symbolic picture". There were a lot of symbolic pictures there...

darkness

My 300rd post was about a horrormovie. How did that happen?

Anyway, it's Sunday about 9:23pm and I want chocolate so much. So of course I made popcorn. Did I ever tell you I don't like popcorn? I don't. And since they got burned I'm fairly sure that they don't like me neither. So now I'm seriously considering eating dark cooking chocolate. I need help. And sugar. Preferably lots of it. It's a good thing I'm so darn lazy, since I don't have any sweets at home.

honey lips

It was worth it. Of course, I had to turn on every light in my apartment when I had to go to the loo yesterday, but it was still worth it. Apparently the version I saw was a cut one and after what I've heard the uncut does seem better. It still didn't stop me from being terrified and flicking through all channels possible and muting the movie. Then again, I don't really have the nerves for these kinds of movies (obviously) so maybe you wouldn't be terrified. I know - try it out!

fudge

1408 is probably gonna scare me to death. I know this. I also know that it's stupid to watch it alone and it'll probably give me nightmares for a long time. But Samuel L. Jackson is one of my favourite actors and has been for at least ten years... So yes, I know ghosts exist and yes, I know this movie'll scare me to death. But when I tell you how horrible it was, I hope you can tell me "I told you so" and then I'll say "I know, but it was worth it".

dry

My sister woke me up at 9am this morning. With a chain-sms about pretty people. I sent an answer back saying that I forgave her, but that I certainly wouldn't send it back to her. "You should get a good beating." I was considering going back to sleep after that, but then I noticed the sunshine and for some reason I got in the mood for opera. So at the moment I'm listening to Carmen and waiting for my bread to get unfreezed (not even sure that's a proper word, but I'm too lazy to look it up).

I'd forgotten how much I like opera. Sunshine and opera - it really doesn't get much better than that.

Now... where did I put that Faust-cd?

moonshine

Me and Disney go way back. The earliest memory I have is from 1992 when me and my sister were home sick and my mom bought us The Little Mermaid. We lay on the couches in the living room and ate pancakes with sugar and jam while we watched it. I still have that vhs-copy today and I still watch it every now and then.
Another memory I have is of Alice in Wonderland. It went on TV some time in the early 1990's and we taped it. For more than 15 years I had this taped version in English without at least the first ten minutes of the movie. I never saw how she fell down the hole, or how she ended up in a big bottle in the middle of the ocean. It didn't make the movie less good though, a child doesn't really need a beginning. Last year I bought the version on dvd and for the first time ever I got to see the first part of the movie. The funny thing about me and these movies are that I want to see them dubbed. I want to see the characters speak Swedish. Except with Alice in Wonderland. I grew up with the English version so I can't stand the Swedish one. The mind works in curious ways.

In 2005 I got tickets to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at the cinema. Me, my sister and one of her friends went to see it and on the way there my ex-boyfriend passed me. He didn't stop to say hello, in fact, I don't think he realised it was me, but then he turned around and stared. I suppose I looked better that year than the year before. Anyway, the movie is directed by Tim Burton and with Tim Burton, you never really know what you're gonna get. Though between you and me - I didn't really know what Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was really about.

Tonight I went to see Alice in Wonderland - once again with my sister. I didn't know what to expect so I wasn't disappointed. The only thing that really annoyed the hell out of me was how they kept calling the Chesire cat "Chessur".

Swedish Idioms 101

"You take what you have." Like today, when I realised I don't have a baking roller and I kinda need one to roll out my pie dough for my tomato pie - I took a big package of shower creme. It's round aswell.

"The one who lives will see." Kinda self-explanatory. Live and find out.

"Shame to the one who gives up." When you really wanna give up it kinda sucks to have this one in your head dancing conga. Don't give up, haha.

"It costs to be on top." At least that's what the hooker said to the customer. Nah, I'm just kidding. (It was cheaper for him to be on top. Less work for her.) Anyway... If you want to be the best, then you have to work for it.

"There is no 'bad weather' - there is only bad clothing." Rain or snow isn't sucky weather, it's sucky because your clothes doesn't keep you dry or warm or whatever. (Very popular idiom at kindergardens and on school excursions.)

And a bonus:

"Where have you been holding house?" Means the same as "where have you been?". Usually said when you haven't seen the person for a period of time, but not used by parents when they speak to their children.

shaking

THERE'S DOG POOP ON MY BALCONY! What a fucking idiot I have for a neighbour.

zoomed out

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes

And the flashback starts

I'm standing there

On a balcony in summer air

See the lights

See the party, the ball gowns

I see you make your way through the crowd

And say hello, little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles

And my daddy said stay away from Juliet

And I was crying on the staircase

Begging you please don't go, and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story baby just say yes

Romeo save me, then try to tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

It's a love story baby just say yes

Oh oh

I got tired of waiting

Wondering if you were ever coming around

My faith in you is fading

When I met you in the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

He knelt on the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, marry me Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story baby just say yes

Oh oh oh

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

I want to be in love. Madly, passionately in love. But I don't want to be in love with someone. I don't want another person in my life to eat of my time. There's hardly enough time for myself. So you know what? I'm madly in love with myself. It's an amazing, insane rollercoaster of happy emotions and it feels wonderful. After all - it is a life-long commitment with no hope of escape.