Every action has an opposable or equal reaction.

Silent Hill could be one of the freakiest movies I've ever seen in my life. And I've seen some really weird stuff. I'm not sure if you've seen said movie, but the siren... oh dear god, the siren. Taking a shower and having the light go out and then hearing that siren... Jesus Christ. Thank god I stopped it in time and it never happened. My poor brain wouldn't be able to cope with the terribleness of it all.

What really gets to me is the propaganda of the organisations all over the world. You've seen them. The ones with starving children that make us feel bad because we "don't give". They don't say it straight out of course, but they might aswell do. What happened to making an active choice? What happened to letting people choose for themselves? Maybe some people would be better off with a post-natal abortion.

This evening I'm going to have a dinner with wonderful people and there will be wonderful glorious food. Probably too much of it and it'll be thrown away. Do you know why? Because it'd never reach the starving children in time!

confirmation

Last year I wrote 202 entries. They weren't all great, but they are there none the less. This year, before this entry, I've written 192. It's hard to not try and stress it - "must beat last year". Yes, that's right, I am competitive, deal with it. Of course, I can't write ten entries in the few days left of this year and still maintain this awesome quality I have... (When do you not get "my entries, my rules"? This must be the fifth time by now!) It won't stop me from trying though. Must. Beat. Last. Year. MUST!

I am sane. Really. I am. It's all in comparison anyway. And like Bart Simpson likes to say "takes one to know one".

Black ice

There's a bruise at the top of my left thigh. One of those really dark brown ones. I have no idea how it got there. A part of me suspects that it got painted on, but it hurts if I press it so that sort of spoils that theory. Not even if I retrace my steps I remember it. Not that it's surprising though, but still...

Muddy waters!

There is no hot water in my apartment. And we're all thankful for that because the water damagewould be horrible if there was. BUT there is no hot water in the pipes either. All we get is icy cold water. And we don't just mean cold and it's "semi-warm". Oh no, it's so cold that if I took snow and let it melt in a bucket I think it'd be warmer. Seriously. At the moment my kettle and three pans are boiling water to pour in the green tub. I feel like I live in the 1800's. This better be the best damn bath I ever had in my life!

"I hope you choke on a biscotti!"

The Arctic North is cold. The darkness and winter creeps closer and closer until it hides beneath your very bones. There is no escape. There is no light. There is no heat in the Arctic Cold. Everything is covered in ice and snow. Everything glitters and glimmers. Everything is frozen in the Arctic North...

Rice cookies are a win. Chocolate is a win. You'd think that a combination of the two would create a super-win. That's not the case. It created the most super-lose I've ever tasted in my entire life - and I've had fois gràs (goose liver)! It came to the point where I kept eating them just to rid myself of their presence. Of course, I could just have thrown them away, but as Marge Simpsons says "it is a sin to waste food" and we did buy them...

Soft, soft, soft...

I am a little bit high. I've been a little bit high since Monday. That's almost a week. And it's all to this bloody game. Damn you computer game! Damn you for keeping me off the streets! Damn you for improving my language skills! Damn you for improving my mathematical skills! Damn you for making me even more interested in reading! Damn you to hell! I hate you so much! Damn you for bringing me fantastic friends! Damn you for taking away my anxiety! Damn you for making me feel better mentally! Damn you for making me more social! And damn you for bringing me the love of my life! If I could I would punch you in the face! Hard! With a bat! Because I can! HA!

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

You know celebrities? The kind of people who are famous for doing something that "normal" people don't do? Running a mile faster than the speed of light, yawn in a movie or set fire to a really old church because they wanted to "test how the bomb would work"? Okay good, we've established the base here. Well, the moviestars they make loads of money by appearing in movies and pretend they're someone else... Hrm, come to think of it, that's probably why I'm such a horrible actress - I can't pretend I'm someone else. Why should I want to? I'm bloody awesome! Anyway... the moviestars are surrounded with loads of people whereof several take care of their looks. (The moviestars' looks, not their own, although I'm sure they do that too.) How awesome wouldn't that be? Have a stab of people just following you around and making sure you look amazing all the time? Then again... No, you can't go to the toilet right now, we need to put on make-up first. Or Are you going out like that? What's wrong with this? Nothing... if you want to look like a... common! Hrm, yea, when I get rich this will definitely be on my list of investments. So I can shoot them behind the chemical shed!