ouch

So I did something with my shoulder - while sleeping I guess - and today it hurts so much it almost makes me dizzy. I have no idea what's up with that but if it still hurts tomorrow I'm going to the doctor or something.

Tonight I'm making the best stew ever for myself and Maria, and she promised to help me go through some stuff since I keep everything and I really can't do that. But I did find a place that sends parcels up to 30 kilos for 50 euros. That's pretty good I guess. Gonna have another look around.

The place I'm hopefully moving into has no rooms until thursday, in a week in other words, and I have to be out of the house by monday, so... Hmm. Life is exiting.

My shoulder hurts! Feel sorry for me! If there's any other news I forget it due to PAIN.

Oh yeah I remember! A new favorite web comic, Dovecote Crest!

Listening to: Hedningarna - Gorrlaus

EDIT: This post is dedicated to Hannah, one of the best midgets ever.

funny

How some feelings all of a sudden feels just like old feelings, and good feelings all of a sudden hurt.

Listening to: Tracy Chapman - Another Sun

double nerd points

Oh yeah this is awesome! Look!

First, here's a link to a certain XKCD-strip. The message is so true.

Now read this Cracked-article.

Do you get it? It's totally web-flirting right there! This kinda made my day (but not as much as a .bat-file).

Listening to: Still Tracy Chapman - She's Got Her Ticket (I do! I have my ticket! I'm gonna fly away!)

summer cat

You know how some people have a summer house? And how some people would get a kitten to keep over the summer, and then go back to town and leave the cat to die in the forest. Thinking it could take care of itself, which of course it can't.

I remember when I was a kid, in school. I had no friends. There was a couple of girls in my class who had me as a backup. If their real friends wasn't at school they would hang out with me at recess, maybe. If they had nothing better to do. I was small and didn't know anything else, had never had real friends, wasn't offended. Played alone. (Or got beat up, but hey, different story.)

Now, today, I am truly happy. I have a good life, a good job, a future that looks bright and full of... jam. And happiness. But there's this one thing that really bugs me.

I had this friend. We where really close. And now I seem to mean nothing at all. It's weird and I don't know why. It makes me really sad and it feels exactly like I was just a standin. A summer cat.

Anyway. I'm moving to Stockholm. And also I dyed my hair orange today.

Listening to: Tracy Chapman - The Promise

the "twilight is hillarious"-post

So yeah Twilight is a really funny movie. Seriously. I laugh so I cry every time. It spoofs itself. I love it, really, I am a hopeless romantic, kinda chubby girl who likes big strong men (like Jacob) so of course I love the bloody thing! Emotional porn! Yay! I love the books as well, for the same reason. And because they're really exiting, lot's of stuff happens, action, cars, vampires, drama, secrets, everything.

It's like... I like good literature. This is not that. But just because I like a fancy dinner at a nice resturant doesn't mean I don't like pizza, see?

Even better if the pizza is fucking hillarious.

So it's about these people, Bella and Edward. They are both really annoying characters, both in the film and in the books. In the film they are pretty much the only characters, in the books they have a little bit more depth and there's more room for other, more interesting people.

I don't really think the books are as hillarious, it's mostly the film, and almost only because of Robert Pattinson (Edward) and Jackson Rathbone (Jasper). They have the same acting technique: dont breathe, look like you're almost about to shit yourself (or just did) and stare "intensely" at people. They both (just like all the other vampires) wear a lot of makeup as well. And they both have huge hair! Wonderful! Half of all the scenes with Edward his hair doesn't fit into the picture at all and he looks like Johnny Bravo. I almost suspect he might have based his whole character interpretation on Johnny Bravo.

I wish I could find the article with the interview where he said that the books where pretty obviously Stephanie Meyer's own fantasies and that he couldn't stand the character Edward and therefore played his as stiffly as he thought the character deserved. And also that the crazed fangirls made him stop washing his hair to try to get rid of them. Didn't work. Can't find it though, due to Twilight fans grabbing the internet and putting their every though on there. Their every thought is about Edward. Or Robert. They can't seem to keep them apart.

Anyways! My first link to you this evening, dear readers, is that of Buffy vs. Edward! This is a great little video, and it gives you a good look at the mentioned acting technique.

The second one is probably most funny for those who have read the book. This very exactly describes my own, personal picture of Edward and his personality - Growing Up Cullen. This seems to have become a phenomenon, which - to me - proves that there are a lot of fans out there who actually have humor, and probably the same view of the books as I do.

("I JUST TO WANT TO SCRAPBOOK TONIGHT, OK")

(Oh by the way, this is where the famous line "SHE SMELLED DELICIOUS. LIKE BACON." comes from as well. Edward is such a little bitch.)


Anyway, next in line is this hillarious Cracked-article wich explains all the books very good for anyone who does not want to read them but who wants to know what all the fuss is about, or for people like me, who read the books, and think of them as the hillarious pizza of literature.

("If a guy dumps you and says he doesn't love you anymore, he doesn't mean it. All you have to do is beg and destroy your life to prove that you really love him, and he'll come right back and love you even more!" - We all know this to be true. Also, uhm, yeah, spoilers. If you didn't guess.)

Last of all I'm going to tell you a secret - I actually respect Robert Pattinson. Because holy carp the man can sing. (Try not to look too much at the "video". And try not to listen to closely to the lyrics - or read them in the info. It's a beautful song, really. It's also in the film, in the restaurant scene.)

That's just about all for tonight. I'll round off with my favourite characters in the book - Emmet and Jacob (omygawd I know right, so wierd) and absolutely best looking man in the film - Gil Birmigham (as Billy Black, Jacob's wheel chair-bound father.) Wow! Totally hot! (Yes, I like men who are not eternal seventeen-year-old virgins, thank you very much.)

Note - Pictures are from Moronail.net!

Listening to: My totally Twilight-unrelated spotify playlist of course. Lot of Tom Waits in there right now.

piglet

So I have the Swine Flu (please give me this) but I'm still... the happiest person in the world. Can't leave the house untill tuesday. And I'm already tired of being here. Although I am still sick. But still, SO HAPPY.

In other news; Soupy Norman!

Listening to: love songs (and other songs) on my playlist.

happy

Life is good. Life is so good. Everything is changing and so much is happening but I'm so happy.

Listening to: My Playlist on Spotify

agony

I.. I don't understand? How can everything change so quickly? Is it the implant? Is it giving me mood swings? Is that it? 'Cause I just want to cry and everything is terrible and I just can't bear it. And everything was awesome just a couple of days ago!

I don't know what to say, or write, I have so much frustration that I want to get out but I don't know how and I can't really talk to anyone, or I do but it changes nothing.

If I have mood swings at least the "up-swings" are good. But now I'm just depressed.

Listening to: Buraka Som Sistema

lost faith

I hate it when everything is great and someone turns it around for you. When someone you believe in just keeps on being... unbelievable. When you know that some things are just broken beyond all repair and there's just no reason to keep trying.

Listening to: Kristoffer's rage-playlist.

adventure!

Today is tuesday amazingly, feels like... wednesday maybe. Yesterday I was so tired after work I had to have a nap and I didn't make any dinner, had chinese with Joe instead, and watched The Wire at his place, and had a white russian.

Today I went to the gym after work, worked out pretty hard wich felt great and got so much energy! Then I went home and made the best stew ever by simply pouring about a decilitre of Sherry in it. It was awesome. Awesome. I think I might post the recipe at some point.

And when I had finished dinner it was like eight and I had time to clean the upstairs bathroom! Great! And in ten minutes Joe is picking me up and we're going to see Mesrine: Killer Instinct. Seeing the trailer yesterday made me almost frantic ("Oh my god oh my god Vincent Cassel and a lot of guns look at all the guns oh my god I have to see it let's go see it Joe let's see it!") and I've been reading about Vincent Cassel and also his insanely beautiful wife Monica Bellucci all day.

But anyway, today's biggest news is probably not that I got perfume in my eye but that I'll be going to Stockholm for a couple of days next week. Really just a couple of days, but I'm really looking forward to it! Going to see my poor mom before she turns into a pig, gonna hug my crazy cats before they're somebody else's, see some friends before I see them again and that's pretty much all I have time for.

Now: Vincent Cassel and a lot of guns!

Listening to: My Playlist

jeans and happiness and soup

Today has been a most effective and good day. It started with me waking up after a million years of sleep, feeling funny and kind of thick they way you do after too much sleep. After waking I made myself some breakfast - chilli sandwiches - and painted. My latest painting is kinda coming along, looking less bad and strange and more like I have a good feeling of what I want it to look like.

Then I went to the gym with Hannah, which felt good, and then I went to Penneys and bought a pair of jeans, new gym-pants, a belt and a top. (And a hoodie but I'll return it.) I decided the days of feeling big and heavy and draping myself in ill-fitting big clothes to hide all the new kilos are over. Less comfortable, more nice looking. Less sugar, carbs and fat, more vegetables. With this in mind I thought of some food I would like to eat during the week and asked Joe to drive me to Tesco in Wilton which he did without complaining. So now I have three days of food at home and no reason to come home and find nothing to eat but pasta. It's a good thing.

For dinner I'm making a pretty simple cauliflower soup, just because I wanted to use up the cauliflower I had over from the curry I made yesterday. I think I'll post the recipe in my food blog if it's good. With pictures!

No other news from the week, or weekend, exept for my mom having the swine flu. She's not worried and I'm trying not to be either.

And also Spotify wont work since a couple of hours which makes me sad.

But apart from that I's been a good day and a good weekend and a good week and I feel happy.

Listening to: Dr John aka the Night Tripper - I Walk On Guilded Splinters, from the album Gris-Gris, 1968.

dreamsong

I don't do this very often but since I had a very vivid dream tonight featuring this beautiful song, and because it's storytelling at it's finest, song-lyric-wise, I'll have to share the lyrics with you.


Bobbie Gentry - Ode to Billy Joe

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge"
"Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right"
"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge"
"And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?"
"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe
And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge

And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge


Aw man it gives me goosebumps. And her voice is beautiful and the dream was wonderful and I met old friends and dyed my hair in purple and black and pink using henna.

Today I beat my highscore in Tetris; 335268 points. Back to work.

oh YEAH

Why have I not mentioned it on my blog? I'm talking about it like, everyday in real life.

I got a sewing machine for my birthday!

Like, best present ever! Thanks!

Wow!

a plea (and other stuff)

Oh I have been so active today! I was going to go to the gym but as I was trying to convince myself that I really should do the dishes I realized that however good it is to go to the gym, when you would rather do dishes... well, it's not that important. I don't want to take the joy out of it.

So I went home and did all the dishes, sorted the washing, cleaned up my room lots, finished a painting, started a new one that I've been thinking about for ages and listened to Neil Gaiman reading The Graveyard Book for a couple of hours and I love it. And I ate Peking Duck.

If, or when, I leave Ireland I will miss Eva House. I'll have to come back now and then to eat Peking Duck here.

So yeah that brings me to the other point: I am looking for jobs in Sweden and I'm hoping (um, obviously) to move home. At some point. If I can find a job and place to stay. In Ireland you can find a place to rent in an afternoon and move in the next day. I'll miss that too.

And I'll miss how the hairs on Joe's arms are almost invisible untill the sun shines on them and they light up like fiery copper. It's very pretty.

Anyway if any of you Swedish people who say that youre going to visit me actually do, that would be great, because you could do me a huge favour: (and this is the plea) come over and bring stuff back. I have so much stuff. I won't bring it all home but there's so much that I really don't want to leave. I've had a life here for soon two years. That means a lot of stuff. (Of course the same things work for people in Ireland, if you want to come and visit me in Sweden, but you guys are like... three. So yeah, not getting my hopes up there.)

I'll have to leave my very comfortable desk chair, Moses, that I bought in Belfast. I'll miss that. (I once had a cat named Moses, he was huge and black and he would look at you like you where insanely inferior to him. And a little annoying.)

Listening to: My Playlist on Spotify - Everything from The Aposte of Hustle to Howlin' Wolf, aw yeah.