So naturally I decide to answer some stupid questions... That I answered in October 2007 as well. The difference feels interesting, if you think boring things are interesting. (I do.) They are in Swedish. Live with it. (Or just don't read it.)
1. Ta närmaste bok och slå upp sidan 18, rad 4 – vad står där?
okt. 2007 - 'I told you already', the curator stammered, kneel-
feb.2009 - He made a disgusted sound. "I don't envy him the
2. Sträck ut din vänstra arm så långt du kan, vad rör du vid?
okt. 2007 - vägg
feb. 2009 - absolut ingenting
3. Vad var det senaste du såg på tv?
okt. 2007 - tvspel i ytlighetskollektivet
feb. 2009 - kommer inte ihåg, har ingen tv, kollar aldrig på tv.
4. Utan att se efter, gissa vad klockan är:
okt. 2007 -1830
feb. 2009 - 1230
5. Bortsett från datorn, vad hör du just nu?
okt. 2007 - webbradio, Cibelle - about a girl
feb. 2009 - 16 Horsepower - Phyllis Ruth
6. När var du senast utomhus och vad gjorde du då?
okt. 2007 - cyklade hem från ytlighetskollektivet
feb. 2009 - gick till jobbet imorse (halv sju)
7. Vad tittade du på innan du började svara på den här undersökningen?
okt. 2007 - astrids foton från en promenad, ett mail från min bandmedlem ulf
feb. 2009 - gamla bilder på mig sjælv
8. Vad har du på dig?
okt. 2007 - svarta strumpbyxor, jeanskjol, linne
feb. 2009 - converse, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie
9. Drömde du något inatt? I så fall – vad?
okt. 2007 - att en stor man i brun skinnjacka sa att han var min baksmälla.
feb. 2009 - att jag hade en tam råtta
10. När skrattade du senast?
okt. 2007 - När Jesse frågade om Johannes var seriös när han uppenbarligen ljög
feb. 2009 - sækert åt något Hannah sa eller gjorde, skulle jag gissa på
11. Vad finns på väggarna i rummet där du är nu?
okt. 2007 - Ett orange(t) omslagspapper med nån sorts indisk text på, en affisch med ett foto på en häst, en affisch med ett foto på en fabriksarbetare, en affisch med ett foto på en naken tjej, en fff-affisch.
feb. 2009 - en massa informativa plancher om att man ska vara førsiktig med sina løsenord, telefoner och flaggor.
12. Har du sett något konstigt på sistone?
okt. 2007 - En jobbig kille på festen
feb. 2009 - irlændare
13. Vad tycker du om den här utmaningen?
okt. 2007 - den är ganska kul
feb. 2009 - den är ganska kul
14. Vilken var den senaste film du såg?
okt. 2007 - hum. vet inte.
feb. 2009 - Treasure Planet
15. Om du blev multimiljonär, vad skulle du köpa?
okt. 2007 - Hyran, skulderna. Eller köpa. Men betala. En hoppborg till katterna. En flygbiljett. Eller flera.
feb. 2009 - en bil, en båt, typ
16. Berätta något om dig själv som folk inte känner till.
okt. 2007 - jag är religös
feb. 2009 - jag ær snygg
17. Om du kunde förändra EN sak i världen, utan att ta hänsyn till politik och skuldkänslor, vad skulle det då vara?
okt. 2007 - Kanske ta bort sexuella övergrepp helt och hållet ur verkligheten. Speciellt de mot barn.
feb. 2009 - inga mer religøsa konflikter någonsin
18. Tycker du om att dansa?
okt. 2007 - Som fan.
feb. 2009 - njae
19. George Bush?
okt. 2007 - Vad är det för fråga? Inte ens till frukost.
feb. 2009 - Barrack!
20-21. Vad skulle dina barn heta, pojke resp. flicka?
okt. 2007 - Ernst Hugo är ju ett stenhårt namn. På alla.
feb. 2009 - Ernst Hugo ær fortfarande riktigt bra. June ær fint, eller Eris.
22. Skulle du nånsin överväga att bo utomlands?
okt. 2007 - Ja gud ja. Överväga och överväga, föredra snarare.
feb. 2009 - OMG I'M DOING IT RIGHT NOW
23. Vad vill du att Gud ska säga när du kommer till pärleporten?
okt. 2007 - bulle
feb. 2009 - han kunde kanske sjunga en fin låt før mig eller nåt
24. Vilka fyra personer vill du ska svara på de här frågorna?
okt. 2007 - Min farmor
feb. 2009 - ALLA
Thursday, 5 February 2009
appearence
Anyway I'm thinking about a haircut. Unlike most times I changed my hair I will not just get the idea and cut it of two minutes later without any plan or thoughts of the results whatsoever. This time I'm seriously sketching, looking at old photos of myself in different haircuts and looking at pictures of a lot of other people in different haircuts.
I am trying to be honest to myself and I know that just because I looked better when I was thin (mostly because of poverty) and had shorter hair at the same time that does not mean I will look good just because I cut my hair... So I'm going to start working out and dieting as well. If I'm lucky, maybe my face will get it's old shape back. (Like on the picture right here on the blog, from may 2007. Young and ... well, honestly, very drunk.)
Trying to decide on starting to go to some gym or just go back to running... My hips are almost recovered now! Okay, it will suck to wake up at five just to have time... But still. I can't believe that running will mess my body up, humans are supposed to do that! Without breaking.
But back to my hair. It's really more trouble that fun right now, since it's so damn long and thick. I buy so extremely much shampoo and conditioner, and it takes ages to wash, and even more ages to dry. So I'm thinking about either half-short, like a bob or so (kinda like on the picture) and a little blonder (or maybe darker) than now, or very short, mohawk-ish, spiky, very bright blond or maybe yellow/orange/red or something like that.
Time for lunch now.
Listening to: The Be Good Tanyas - Out of the Wilderness
I am trying to be honest to myself and I know that just because I looked better when I was thin (mostly because of poverty) and had shorter hair at the same time that does not mean I will look good just because I cut my hair... So I'm going to start working out and dieting as well. If I'm lucky, maybe my face will get it's old shape back. (Like on the picture right here on the blog, from may 2007. Young and ... well, honestly, very drunk.)
Trying to decide on starting to go to some gym or just go back to running... My hips are almost recovered now! Okay, it will suck to wake up at five just to have time... But still. I can't believe that running will mess my body up, humans are supposed to do that! Without breaking.
But back to my hair. It's really more trouble that fun right now, since it's so damn long and thick. I buy so extremely much shampoo and conditioner, and it takes ages to wash, and even more ages to dry. So I'm thinking about either half-short, like a bob or so (kinda like on the picture) and a little blonder (or maybe darker) than now, or very short, mohawk-ish, spiky, very bright blond or maybe yellow/orange/red or something like that.
Time for lunch now.
Listening to: The Be Good Tanyas - Out of the Wilderness
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
wintertime
This is pretty insane... The snow is rushing down, like it wants to hide this dirty town and never let it see daylight again. It wont though; the snow falls and falls and falls but it never settles.
Like me.
Maybe every snowflake loves the ground, every one of them, hurling themselves to certain death just to get to be near it in the process.
I wonder if it's worth it... Sometimes I wonder if there was anything I could have done differently. If any action I could have done, or refrained from doing, would have changed anything. I can never see any different outcome than this one. Every crash that made me stronger, every heartbreak that made me grow, feels like nothing now.
I know he wanted to be with me, he used to, I made him happy and I was the one he wanted, and I think that has changed - I'm pretty sure - I want to say I know, I want to know that he doesn't feel that way anymore but I don't believe he would tell me the truth if I asked. I wish he could have told me when it happened, when he stopped being in love with me. It would have been really hard to hear but not as hard as trying to convince myself to stop hoping.
The snow is falling, violently, like it's trying to punish earth, but earth doesn't notice. The snowflakes melt, die without a whisper, like tears gently falling to the ground. Like the softest touch in the world. A million tiny kisses.
I still can't regret anything. But I want to move on.
Listening to: Kings of Leon - Cold Desert
Like me.
Maybe every snowflake loves the ground, every one of them, hurling themselves to certain death just to get to be near it in the process.
I wonder if it's worth it... Sometimes I wonder if there was anything I could have done differently. If any action I could have done, or refrained from doing, would have changed anything. I can never see any different outcome than this one. Every crash that made me stronger, every heartbreak that made me grow, feels like nothing now.
I know he wanted to be with me, he used to, I made him happy and I was the one he wanted, and I think that has changed - I'm pretty sure - I want to say I know, I want to know that he doesn't feel that way anymore but I don't believe he would tell me the truth if I asked. I wish he could have told me when it happened, when he stopped being in love with me. It would have been really hard to hear but not as hard as trying to convince myself to stop hoping.
The snow is falling, violently, like it's trying to punish earth, but earth doesn't notice. The snowflakes melt, die without a whisper, like tears gently falling to the ground. Like the softest touch in the world. A million tiny kisses.
I still can't regret anything. But I want to move on.
Listening to: Kings of Leon - Cold Desert
Monday, 2 February 2009
where am I?
It's been snowing today. Real snow. Our bin still has a thin lacing of snow on it. And it's been pretty sunny today, apart from the snow (and occasional hail). Really, this is not like Cork at all. Strange.
I bought Treasure Island on my way home. Seeing Treasure Planet made me very curious of it. I like the basic idea, and pirates.
At the moment I'm making liver stew, after Mom's recipe. (Get well soon mom!!)
Listening to: Balkan Beat Box - albums Nu Med and self-entitled Balkan Beat Box.
happy ears
Best song right now: Balkan Beat Box - Joro Boro, from the album Nu Med.
Apart from loving that song I'm working, doing routers today. It's mind numbing.
I want to read. Lot's of books, right now, Robert Louis Stevensson's Treasure Island is pretty high up on my list.
Today the call center turns ten. Hooray. So does the carpet. Hooray hooray.
Nah, back to work.
Apart from loving that song I'm working, doing routers today. It's mind numbing.
I want to read. Lot's of books, right now, Robert Louis Stevensson's Treasure Island is pretty high up on my list.
Today the call center turns ten. Hooray. So does the carpet. Hooray hooray.
Nah, back to work.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
not sleepy enough
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of next week, and I will be starting work an hour earlier, which is pretty good since I get off work an hour early as well... Just hope I can sleep, and wake up in time.
Tonight I was dreaming a lot, just as stressful as usual. The only thing I remember is buildings, and that I could fly.
The weekend has been short but nice, A few beers at Shel on friday, Maria's birthday on saturday, with a nice lunch at Luigi Malones and a nice dinner at Casanovas (filled the quota of eating out for this month in one day). Today me and Ida had chinese and watched Disney movies, Alice in Wonderland being the strangest movie ever, probably... No real storyline, totally psychedelic, strange, nightmarish and quite scary. Very strange. If I ever would get the idea to do acid, I would watch that movie. Or... I wouldn't have to do acid if I watched it. Seriously. Extremely well made, though, great artwork, superb animation. Lot's of beautiful detalis. But yeah. Psychedelic.
Now it's past my bedtime, as usual. I wonder why I always get the urge to start writing when I should go to bed?
Listening to: Cocteau Twins - Five Ten Fiftyfold
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