whimp

You know that thing I mentioned about the movies? Yeah, you can just ignore the remark of me being a wuss in the past. I'm a wuss now aswell. Yesterday we (me and H&H) watched Red Sands, one of the most B:ish layouts of a movie ever, but it haunts me. Of course, that might have something to do with me being paranoid when dark comes and afraid of ghosts - not to mention the incredibly vivid imagination. I went to be at 11:ish pm and pulled my cover over my head and then I think I must've fallen asleep because I woke up and I was all warm and sweaty due to my cover being on of those winter-covers filled with feathers. That didn't stop me from being terrified though. Silly movie.

A tribute to the Bay!

The Rock was on TV yesterday. I don't know if you've seen it, but it's got Nicholas Cage in the roll of a sciencegeek, Sean Connery as a convict and Ed Harris as some sort of hardboiled armyguy. Yes, I know - sounds like a hit, doesn't it? I watched about 15 mins and then I must've switched the channel or something, because I can't remember watching the ending. Of course, I already know how it ends. I've seen it before. Once. When it was new - about 1997 here in Sweden. So that's about 12 years ago. I was 12 then and it gave me nightmares. Of course. Because everything gave me nightmares at that time. Looking at it now I can't for the love of god understand how I could feel bad watching it. Seriously, Sean Connery as a convict - sure, I can take it. Nicholas Cage as a sciencegeek - maybe, if I'm drunk - but Ed Harris as a hardboiled badguy... yesterday, that just wasn't convincing. And maybe I got it wrong - maybe he belonged to the good guys, but to be honest, I think I was too bored to find out. I think I'm a bit more snobby now when it comes to movies than I was 12 years ago and a part of me is actually afraid that if I had seen The Dark Crystal (still has the record for shortest watching ever - 17 mins) I would actually have liked it. Probably because it was "dolls woooo".

boredom

Sometimes I really think that my issues are the most important ones in the world. That as soon as I stop, the world stop. I wonder if that's why I keep being everywhere and doing everything - at least mentally - every now and then. To keep my world from stopping. It could of course also be that I don't want to slow down because that'd bore me. I'll find out soon enough, I suppose.

I'm going abroad next week! All the way down to Holland and I'm really looking forward to it. Haven't been outside this country in seven months so the old itch is starting to get to me. My biggest issue is still which clothes to wear - but as long as it's only that I don't really mind. When I start having problems with getting food, I'll start whining properly.

Sorry for the boredom of this entry - just wanted to share my joy of going abroad again.

too much

When is enough enough? What makes the student take up the weapon and shoot other students? When does the world's fattest person stop eating? When have the abused wife had enough? When does the mistress realise that she's living a lie?
When have they had enough? When do people realise that they can't take anymore and do something about it?

In my case it was when I realised that the lie I told myself wasn't convincing anymore.

...and the winner is...

Norway won. I wouldn't have guessed. Honestly, I wouldn't've. Until, of course, the voting started and they got points from every country. After the first three countries had casted their's I still thought 'well, we have another 39 countries to go - it can still change'. I thought the same when ten countries had voted. When 20 countries had said their opinion I started to doubt, but still had hope. When Norway had a lead of 100 points I stopped hoping. They won with 387 points to Iceland's 218. That's not even funny to watch. (I did anyway, of course, but still. We haven't seen that since uhm... Finland won with Lordi in 2007.

They changed the voting system this year - "to end neighbour-votes" and I have to say that it did help quite a lot. Of course - we still gave out 12 points to Norway, but I think that's more because Swedes like a hobbit at a circus than because it was Norway.
Don't get me wrong here - I did like the song quite a lot - to my friends' horror - but I want a competition. They could just've skipped the whole voting and just given us the results.

Anyway, congratulations Norway - haven't seen you win since 1995 when Secret Garden won with Nocturne. I don't remember that. I suppose I was too young then - ten and a half really isn't old enough to remember such important things. The horrifying thing here is that I've heard that song many many times and I love it every time, but I had no idea it was a Eurovision-song. I really shouldn't call myself fanatic.

Eau de Grais

• My left leg hurts, but there's no bruise to confirm that I walked into something.
• The Gibbs Brothers really shouldn't sing about being a ladies' man falsetto. Something about that it just not convincing.
• I still haven't got the two latest Depeche Mode-cds. I have to fix that so I can scream along with all the other fans on the 30th of June.
• What should I wear on the 31st of May? Skirt or dress, skirt or dress, skirt or dress?
• My left leg is about 25% bigger than my right leg. I must've walked into something.
• The smell of newly-baked buns is amazing. The only smell that beats it is that of freshly cut grass. Give me that on a bottle and I'll be forever yours.
• I'm damaged. Yesterday I wore brown and purple and it worked. My job is ruining my sense of clothing.
• HotShots2 is from 1993. I knew that. By looking at the clothes the women wore. This is getting stupid.

/Grais =>gräs => grass

Ehm?

Thoughts in my head every other week:

05:40am) ?

05:40:01) What is that sound?

05:40:03) *turns off the alarm*

05:40:05)

05:40:07) I love mornings!