Todays head ache

Today I have had the most amazing head ache. It started at night, and I have a most profound memory of keep waking up several times as a direct cause of a persistent pain in my forehead. Then I still had it in the morning as my alarm clock woke me up. I tried to get rid of it taking a walk around the (so called) lake where I live, thinking that some oxygen should do it, but I still feel like my head was filled with brain-eating termites (and it is really eating me, hehe *sigh*). Well, I hope I get well until next time I get to meet someone because I can be quite touchy when I am suffering from head ache of this kind... Which can be quite entertaining though.

Just a second thought

Is there any rule that forbids me to blog twice in one day? Well, not in my world where I rule...

There is something affectionate about dry people. I really like them. These type of people possess the most delightful sense of humour, and they behave as if they have seen it all but still, modestly, get impressed by the small miracles of life. However, they look so totally innocent that they just got to have something to hide. This has been on my mind for some time, and gives me worries. Like this lecturer I had at uni, you would expect him to loose his face if you exposed him to an unlabled ketchup bottle. However, my unfailing instinct tells me that if there is anyone in this town who is the kind of person who spends his spare time by spreading butter on guinea pigs wearing a diving suit, it has to be him. The truth is that this world gives away nothing for free (I think I have touched upon the subject earlier), so the more stiff a person look, the more he has to hide.

Be aware...

Funeral of the scales

Today I had to make a coffin for my goldfish who passed away over the night. I made it out of cardboard and kitchen paper and put him inside. He had somewhat become a family member and flushing him down the toilet did not seem right. Problem is that there are frost in the ground and impossible to dig a reasonable grave for my little deadster. He will probably end up in the garbage can but I still think that it would be more honorable than flushing him down, lying there in a cardboard box inside a black plastic bag. I mean, if I was a fish... Never mind... At the moment he awaits the coming of the garbage cremation, which will send him to his eternal rest, outside in the blistering cold.

Sunday, bloody sunday

So, if my day has been mostly very straight, what the heck am I going to write about? Well, its sunday today for one thing. Sunday is normally church day, and it strikes me that songs containing physical exercise is very popular at this time of year. I think it is because the priest (or, he is not really a priest rather a semi-priest) is afraid that the parish will fall asleep. He might also want to increase his popularity among the youngsters.

And then the other day I spoke to the LandBaron who had heard that it is important to keep your socks dry when you're in the military. I spoke to a friend who is in the military right now and he affirmed that hygiene is very important. This, because you underestimate the consequences of neglecting the hygiene prescriptions, namely coldness, chafed feet and so on. I will remember this forever cause it will probably save my life some day.

And my goldfish is dying.

Ponnys, ponnies, Ponnyes, Ponnisar?

As there are snow everywhere I go when I am outdoors naturally my exercising is somewhat lacking. Since I (just like Sherlock Holmes) never or seldom exercise for the sake of exercising I have to found another way to loose some fat, or brain cells. Therefore, I have found this new exercise form which allows me to be very effective while exercising. My dad has an exercise bicycle, the kind you use indoors. While stepping along it is possible to do lots of other things at the same time. Like brushing your teeth, reading a book, watching a movie, play fetch with the dog or taking telephone calls. Let us say that I find this terrific! The only problem is that the gear makes the pedals much heavier to move as I go along (apparently because it was built and sold at the Surplus store or any something similar for 20 years ago). I promise that it has nothing to do with me being more exhausted after every pedal move.

... And there were much rejoicing...

Tiny traces in the snow outside my window revealed the return of the mice. I feared they had passed away in the cold weather.

Bad attitudes

I have just realised that I am the worst person to take decisions. Fast decisions that is. I had to apply for my future studies this fall before 12:00 today. I've had about one year to think and to organize, but I was still surfing the homepages of the universities five minutes to 12. It is so lame that the more you think of a decision and consider it, the more unrealistic it seems. I am the type of person who insist upon expecting the worst, since things can only get better after that. Honestly, who can prove me wrong? It is all about attitude. Some expect the best just to feel good as long as possible. Those people will decay in agony I tell yah!

So if this was my first attitude problem, my second is that I can not help going against as many people as possible. Every single opinion that is different from that of my verbal receiver is a victory in itself. It is almost some sort of hybris. If I state another opinion it means that the other person is wrong, because if he or she wasn't I would agree, would I not? I really have to work on my agree policy. I should sit down, being very nice and agree. Ordering the same chocolate ice cream as the rest of the family, although I think vanilla ice cream is so much better.

Snow - Not overrated

It is so cold outside these days that the air freeze inside your nose when you breathe. The car is a total mess every morning and the dog has to be dragged outside. I kind of like it, but only because it's better than constant rain mixed with wind, or melting snow that sort of consume your feet in a messy way as soon as you step outside. The car I get to borrow has this interesting button that will disable the anti-spin system if pressed. I gonna press it anytime now...

Something funny happened today. My dad appeared in the newspaper. He together with lots and lots of other people where mentioned as being very powerful, and they meet in closed secret rooms and exercise their power over the society. It's freakin' hilarious! My dad is one of the most modest persons I know. I bet he feels flattered.

Force Majeaure! Oh, wait where are my green socks?

I have just finished my photos-of-the-house-for-insurance-reasons-photo-session. In answer to a comment on my last blog entry (yes, I think I can let my blogging be dependent of the comments of the Land Baron, since that blogger is the main reason why I keep a blog of my own at all), the point of taking pictures of insurance reasons is of course to keep the pictures as far away from the insured object as possible. I have worked out this splendid plan on how to make this as efficient as possible, without being a square. Normal people place these type of pictures in a safe-deposit box, but I detest the normal. My first plan is to place the CD in the car, since it is never at home anyway, not even during the nigths :). Next step is to bring them to Frank's house when I get there, or grandparents house, or friends house or whatever. I will keep them in the computer hard drive as well, in case something happends to the car/Frank's house/granparents house/friends house. The ultimate Force Majeaure would be if something would happen to this house and the "host" at the same time. That would be soooo interesting. About insurance companies, they are the worst antagonists of this world. "No, the insurance is only valid if you wear green socks at the time of the accident."

Anyhow, today's blog was actually going to be about snow and other things falling from the sky, but I reckon it ended up more interesting this way :)

Chapters of a life time

I have started to fall asleep on the bus. For 6 1/2 year I thought I couldn't since I never did. But today it happened! Not like I slept the whole trip, but I was definitely gone somewhere between the country side and the urban hell. I am not sure what this means, or if it means anything at all, but I think it might be a very important chapter in my life after all.

To prevent another important chapter to become even more important (or something like that) I started to take pictures of the entire house yesterday. I heard that is something you have to do for insurance reasons in case of a fire or any kind of force of majeaure not excepted by insurance companies. Thinking of the very evil nature of insurance companies, I don't think they approve any force majeaure at all, but I thought: Just in case... Anyhow, it is quite hard to decide what might be of any economic value, so I better take pictures of most things to be sure. 4 EUR/Goldfish? 20 EUR/signed Steve Vai-CD? 450 EUR/samurai sword? What the heck do I know?

The game is afoot

Today I lost playing scrabble, I feel like so... Not... Clever... Ehrm... Scrabble is one of those games based on luck only. That is at least what all the losers say. But I would like to see someone construct a word with four t:s in it under pressure. The idea of sitting with four t:s in front of you at all should be bad luck and nothing else. Furthermore, I can mention that I am not a big fan of games really. To start with, I dislike games that involve strategic thinking (Settlers, Risk, Monopoly) and secondly, I dislike games where you are suppose to learn to know each other (Newspaper game, My-name-is-and-I-like-to-game).

Todays musical heroes are Guano Apes for their outstanding song "Dödel up", which is a title I wish I had thought of before them.

Conquer, or die!

Yesterday my ordered cd:s arrived, and one of them were "Cosmic Troubadour" by Billy Sheehan, the most outstanding bass player I've ever heard. Making a misstake on a bass is often expressed by missing tones because you play sloppy. Mr. Sheehan never misses, and is therefore my whole life at the moment. The bass guitar, by the way, is the sort of instrument that screams out loud that it will do everything to defeat you. It has strings that are so thick that you have to force them with all your muscles (oh, well...) to move. A distorted electric guitar, on the other hand, is the kind of instrument that almost plays itself. You just have to sneeze on it and it will make a sound. But the bass guitar never plays itself and it gives away nothing for free. No wonder most bass players started out because it was the only vacancy in the band.

Moreover, I am trying to engage my friends in a most pleasent event taking place in may. They seem somewhat reluctant to the idea of riding Icelandic horses in the woods, but I know they will thank me afterwards.

Satisfaction

Yesterday I bought myself a new mobile phone, since the vibrator on my old one gave up on me. I've been longing for something important to break on my old mobile phone so that I could buy this new one in a good mood. Lets face it, this mobile phone has everything I've ever wanted. At least that was what I thought when I first saw it. So now I have satisfied a need I did not know that I had. You just have to love it. I mean, in which other culture than the one I live in is this socially acceptable?

Also, there is a bank robber in the neighbourhood. They found his car less than a block away from where I live. I hope he is not still around. If he is, he got to be stupid with all the police cars driving around.

Avoiding useful information

Young animals is much more cuter than grown ups. I read it has something to do with their unproportionate size of head, the extended space between their eyes and their clumsyness. My goldfish looks somewhat like that, but Frank thinks it look stupid rather than cute.

My assignment buddy got the flue, the one when you puke, and therefore the assignment work is suffering some stagnation. Making up lots of spare time I went to see the Goblet-of-Fire-Harry-Potter-movie together with Frank. Unlike Frank I am not very fond of those sort of fantasy-stuff, but I managed to persuade myself arguing that most movies are fiction anyway so why don't make the most of it? Besides, Professor Snape rules!

Last kiss goodbye!

It is very fascinating how some people can kill a joke totally without blinking. It dies and disappears instantly leaving absolutely nothing behind. In my world, where I am the goddess of everything and where I rule, sense of humour is cynicism, irony, sarcasm and insinuations. Because "no one dies a virgin, life fucks us all"? No, not really but I shall explain what I mean. It is hilarious when someone says something normally very serious using the most serious way ever, but the circumstances are so dull that the suggestion is totally unbelievable and impossible. Some people however, is not very fortunate to possess that kind of sense of humour, they recognise something else as hilarious.

Example: 18 years old girl, modest, well-behaved with great sense of humour enters the driver license school teachers car, somewhat out of breath from running. "Hi, you look tired" "Hi, yes one should use amphetamine" "No, no, don't, that wouldn't be good for you." (Mission completed)

People like that can make me totally loose my concept placing me in a very awkward situation, as if it is my fault that they lack a sense of decent humour.

Visitors

Yesterday I noted that there are two mice living outside my window. They were digging tunnels through the snow trying to find something to eat. The balcony where we feed the winter birds with sunflower seed is locted over my window. I think the mice had paid attention enough to understand the consequences. They were very cute looking and I hope they'll come back. I thought I would "accidently" put some seed there to make them come back. However, there is a great chance that someone in my family (not so found of mice) will beat them to death with a spade if they come closer. Life I suppose...

Trading traditions

New years day is such a disaster, and nothing else is for sure. No vows for me. I'm sure I wouldn't break them, that is why I don't make any. Breaking them would be tradition, and tradition is important, or so they say. Traditions are so tempting. Once is just an accident, twice is a tradition. Making a fellow friend miss the bus on new years eve is nothing once, but tradition twice. Being the driver on new years eve is definitely my best tradition...