starfuckers

Four hours of travelling for a meeting which'll last 15 minutes. Useful? I hope so. Motivating? Well, not really. But at least it got me up and it's a beautiful weather outside.

"Kisses and cuddles. Thank you. Get used to it."

Dreams. I really dislike them - they ruin my sleep. I don't care what all the scientists say, I sleep like shit when I dream. Allow me to share. I dreamt that I was at a hotel with about 52 floors. For some reason I was at floor number 5 and was suppose to get to floor number 3 so I took the elevator. (I'd never do that normally - I usually take the stairs to sustain the illusion of me being fit.) There were three elevators so I stepped into the middle one. Apparently this elevator went to floor number 8, 10, 52, 5 and another number I can't remember. Not 3 though. I found it a bit odd, but just when I was about to get out it started moving. Oh well, maybe the guy who took it last time pressed the buttons. It first went down, then up. And up. And up. I don't normally panic in an elevator, but it was very close there. The elevator went up really really fast and then it got stuck between two floors. Somehow the doors opened about 40cms, and I could crawl out.

You know, according to Freud, walking in stairs in dreams means that you're having sex. Is this suppose to have been the fuck of my life then? Because in that case I really want a refund - it wasn't that good.

cracking up

The Swedovision-thing was better than it usually is. The song that came last still had a good sound even though the lyrics and performance was utter rubbish. This Saturday is part 2 of le competition and it's here at my place. Fascinating, fascinating - please do go on. Nah, I think it's good enough there.

Cousin It is coming back again. It's a shame that he's always the strongest when it's cold and winter and windy. Right now I have about 20cms of hair pulled together in some form of ponytail at the top of my head. That's a lot of hair. I have issues.

This consumption course I'm on now is quite interesting. The last time I studied extra was last summer for the terrorism-course. Maybe this is a good thing. Time will show, I suppose.

I haven't had breakfast. That's really not a good thing. I'm a bit of an idiot sometimes, but yes, this means I can still tell you that you're an idiot for not eating. Why? Because my breakfast is sort of in the making (I've taken the bread from the freezer).

excellent

I was bored yesterday so I called my best friend and asked if she wanted to do something with me in the evening. We ended up renting The Reader - for some reason she didn't wanna watch Gerard Butler in any movie even though I sort of begged her and the movie with Jeffrey Dean Morgan (for me) and Colin Firth (for her) was on our "maybe"-list. So we settled for the movie that Kate Winslet got her Oscar for. (When she's a guest on Extras she says that if you wanna be sure to win an Oscar - make something about the Holocaust.) It was a really good movie. Sure, there were a few scenes I didn't watch due to being a complete mental nutcase, but I liked the other scenes. It was creepy - got under my skin. I can really recommend it.
Afterwards I told my friend that we had to watch a comedy to make sure I didn't get insane. We ended up watching Disney's Tarzan. I haven't seen that one in ages even though I have it myself. There's something about all those Phil Collins-songs that just gets to me every time. Blasted Belgian Bastard.

Swedish Eurovision tonight. I hate that they split the contest over several weeks, always say that "I'm not gonna watch it next year" and always end up looking at my friends with a hurt expression (or well, vacant might be more like it) whenever they remind me that it is and did I have plans? I know, I'm a horrible fan because I never know when the Swedish part is. If I hadn't been told yesterday then I wouldn't have known today. Anyway, friends and fun and horrible songs - can a Saturday evening be any better? I think not!

vomit

I just saw Super Size Me. That movie, together with the book Fast Food Nation, really doesn't flatter the US very much. I mean, sure people are fat here in Europe aswell, but I think Americans are fatter than the standard European. All that extra stuff. I mean, 0,5 litres of Ben&Jerry's last me a week - probably more. For the standard American it's like an afternoon snack. (That was, of course, before I stopped eating Ben&Jerry's due to one of their sister-companies doing animal testing. Yes, I'm one of those. Deal with it.)
In Super Size Me, the person behind the experiment, Morgan, shows the various sizes of cups you can get for your soda. The biggest one is close to 2 litres. 2 whole fucking litres! That lasts me and two friends a whole evening together with a movie. 2 litres of soda together with an abnormly large meal. No wonder people are fat. And then they sue the fast food-restaurants. For getting fat. Sure, I get that the restaurants market their food as "healthy" even though it's not and sure, that alone is a reason to sue them, but come on. You don't have to eat there. No one's forcing you. That little voice in your head is an addiction and addictions can be defeated. I mean, I'd love some liqorice and chocolate right now (because I always want that when the orchestra is visiting), but I'm not getting that. Instead I sit here with an apple and a glass of water. Sure, it's not nearly as nice as a piece of liqorice, but I know that I'll feel better without the sweets. I feel better without fast food aswell, even though my way of cooking really isn't ideal.
More people really should see that movie. I wish I had when it was new.

My sister's gotten a tattoo. She had one that she made in Cyprus in 2006 (Aya Napa is in Cyprus, isn't it?) and it's a tiny star and I suppose that's alright. Not what I would've made, but then again - I'd never get a tattoo in the first place. Now she's gotten flowers and stuff on the side of her stomache. Not just a few. She showed me a picture and it looks like they're covering her side from the breast down to the hip. I love my sister. Truly. But why in the world would anyone do that? Maybe I'm just old-fashioned; "nature created you" and all that - but... but why?

monkey lover

"You know, I've been thinking... When I read about people having sex it's always 'he saw how her skin was milky white and she felt like a blossom ready bloom' and all that. Seriously, if they actually think while they're having sex it really can't be that good."

The snow melted away yesterday so, obviously, it has to snow more today. People seem surprised. No matter how often I tell them that "February is our coldest month and it will snow then".

Personally, I'm all for the snow, it makes this shit-hole a prettier place.

bite me

Fate is mocking me. It has to be.
I went up in time this morning. Or well, "in time" would've been 7am, eat breakfast and have time to wake up. Now I went up at 7:40am and it was more force than will. At 7:58, just as I'm about to walk out my door, I get a visit from the orchestra. Lovely. It's not like they've had a whole weekend to get here. Just wonderful.

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