- When I was young (10-13 something...) my mother joked that when I was finished with 10th grade in school I would probably just lay on the couch and read Donald Duck for a year.
- When I was in third grade or something, our teacher read the three first Harry Potter-books out loud to us. Most said it was pretty boring and pointless, but I couldn't help but get captured of it, especially Ron.
- When I was twelve (or something,) my cousin gave me the first Harry Potter-book for birthday or Christmas. She was reading through the series herself at the time and thought it was a nice present. I laid in my bookshelf and didn't think any more about that children's book, as I put it for myself.
- In the summer break between eight and ninth grade it was a day where I was bored out of my wits and just to have something to look at I picked up that children's book and started to read. That changed my life dramatically.
And how do all that add up?
Done with tenth grade, now failing most classes as I am too wrapped up in the Potter-verse.
I'm probably the only one who thinks it's ironic...
"How much did ginny weasley change throughout the harry potter books?"
Best Answer - Chosen by Voters
"Well, I always thought she became a sort of Super Ginny. Really, her Bat-Bogey spell kept getting over-rated. Also, I don't get how Harry suddenly has an attraction for Ginny. Ginny turns from this shy timid girl, to a boy-magnet, to Harry's tongue cleaner." (Found here.)
Harry's tongue cleaner, yep, that's one way of putting it! :D
That meant I watched The Lost Boys. And it was painfully clear it was made in 1987! Anyway, vampires and stuff, cool actually.
And one of the main characters, David, looked so familiar to me. I used long time on finding out why and in the end looked it up on IMDb.com and it is Kiefer Sutherland (the name stood on the credits and everything without any bells ringing with me....) as in Jack Bauer in 24! Which I have seen enough to know what he looks like!
Anyway, strange to see him as twenty-year old. And do he knows how to rock a blonde mullet!
It just works with the rest of the film, okay? Then it don't look cheap-trailer-park-trash-hey-asshole-the-eighties-are-over. Cuz the eighties weren't over!
Back to the movie: someone on the net said The Lost Boys was a much better vampire-move than Twilight, and then I had to rent it. Still haven't got my lazy ass around to watch Twilight, though... But it can't be worse than The Lost Boys, it's not that it's so bad, it just was so very teenagerish. But again, what should I expect?
And favorite quote:
Grandpa (last line of the entire movie! The entire house is thrashed after fighting the blood-suckers.): One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach. All the damn vampires.
I started to think about the words on the pictures of the previous post, but I could remember the end! So I was like "keep calm and... keep calm and.... Fuck, what's the rest?! Keep calm and what?! Argh, what?!? Oh yeah, carry on..." Yep, I kept calm. Not.
And as a second thought, I'll rather take Rupert without the shirt. Or he can come in in that shirt, but he won't be allowed to keep it on for long! x3 I'll stop whoring now...
But being famous have to be scary, think about all the traumatic things written on the net and papers and Spaghetti Monster knows where else!
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Just read here that Erik & Kriss actually thanks the net and illegal file sharing for their success. And I agree, the CD companies should stop counting money and think about why people download. Because they like the music! What about focusing on quality! And Erik & Kriss makes enough money on concerts, they aren't all that nitpicking on the CD sale. Which I think is cool, they make music because they like it, not to get rich!
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Hey, Alan Rickman turns 63 today! Old prick... Kidding, he's a pretty awesome actor.
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Know what made me cover my mouth and moan in astonishment?
Okay, I want that shirt! With him still inside it!
I've seen it a millions times before, but got reminded by a picture on Smokebleu:
Maybe a good advice?
I've been hyper today, to the extend of scaring my mother and step-father. Me thinks I needs me friends.
And I just put on a movie yesterday (Far and Away) without really remembering what it was about, except a lot of half-naked Tom Cruise and that they moved to America. Then I start it and BAM! Ireland! The story started out in Ireland in 1892! It's fecking following me!
It really is, before I was properly awake today it convinced me I would get to see Bill if I hurried and got up right away. And Charlie after a while. But I had to get up right away, before Bill left!
Yes, I'm talking about Weasley, in case there were any doubts.
And I saw parts of PS: I love you again yesterday, which caused me to dream I was out fishing with two friends. But the guy we met was far from as hot as William, and he was fishing me... Yeah, I got caught on his hook twice, the second on my bikini top. And he had to help me get it off again. The hook, that is!
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I need help... I thought I needed to take a shower, until I suddenly remembered I had this morning. Takes some time before I wake up.
And, and, and! *Breath* A friend of my mother looks like the older brother of Gaby's husband on Desperate Housewives! Eh.... Give it time, it'll make sense.
My mother and step-father knows that I smoke now. Really it's my own fault for taking one late last night while he was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and stuff.
So he found me there, at four or something in the morning, but he wasn't angry, he gave me a hug. We had been sitting up and talking for half the night already, so... We talked some more.
And all that I can see, dip-dip, is just a yellow lemon tree!
It made me laugh, okay? Of all things to threaten with, pancakes!
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FREAKY PICTURE: At least if you know me. Is that Scooby, or is it? This cat, Sasuke (of all things. Wait, I have no right to complain.) is a bit rounder in the face, but other than that... Like twins!
Really freaky lingerie fashion now... Inspired by grandma-panties and colour-blind warthogs, I think... Check out this on KK.no. Horrible, right? And it's no better on H&M! Mostly pink/purple, black and white, and not in the nice way.
And instead of KK (Kvinner og klær) it should be KKK (Kvinner, klær og knulling). May not give the best associations, though.
Skillz, with z, don't we all have them? Especially when it comes to games, talking, walking without falling and not make a complete ass out of us selves. Please note the sarcasm.
My ultimate skill have to be typing without thinking. My fingers don't bother to check with my brain before making a word, which leads to hands becoming eyes, shoulders knees and lines like "He ran his hands through the hand and suppressed a yawn" and "he crossed his eyes" (during an argument).
Other than that... Meeting with teacher was Hell!
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More skillz: There's a subtle difference between 'exam' and 'orgasm', still I managed to read wrong. Says quite a bit about me, don't it?
My goal for today was to have P. E. I don't remember the last time I was present in one of those classes. The day started okay, of course I haven't slept enough these last two nights, but anyway. My cellphone alarm started at 06.30 as usual, giving me up to an hour to snooze. The text I have put on it is simply "Charlie", that way I'll get some time 'with' him. Not really a clever move if I want to get out of this emotionally swamp, but I need it. At half past seven my friend called to drag me out of bed, as she said she would. Then I had had almost sixty minutes with him, half asleep. I think I had him a bit before the alarm started, too.
At school I was prepared to go to the first class, but I chickened out. Instead I used the time to read. Second class, same procedure, more angst. Spend lunch with friends. After that, I should get to P. E. but didn't, took the bus home instead. I just couldn't be around people anymore.
Today's diet have been two slices of bread, two glasses of juice, a cup of coffee and some cigarettes. Not good.
Now I just want to sleep. Get away from my real life and back to him. And I know what it is; stupid and pathetic.
It's half past one, in five hours I have a parent-teacher meeting. (Not really the right term...) I'm not looking forward to it.
Forgot to write it yesterday, my friend did a knock out on her laptop. She slammed her fist down on it and it went into sleep-mode. Very good, indeed.
First I have to tell you about my friend's new curse word: Mommy! With variations like "Mommy, I'm gonna die!" and "Mommy's gonna kill me!" The reason? She's addicted to playing Super Mario on the pc, as is the rest of her class. And when she dies on the game, a smack on the head is appropriate. When she almost dies or thinks she'll die, it's usually "Mommy!" Yes, we're like in (the equal to) high school.
Or, another funny ejaculation (pun intended): Lordipants! When she said it the first time, my mind instantly went to this:
By the way, I'm not wearing underwear now. Not that you prob.... Stopping quotation now. Anyway, it was a combination of not having done much laundry lately and lot wanting a string up my arse while I sleep... (Yes, I'll go to bed soon!)
While we're at it:
Well, on to the rest of the day:
- Dentist-appointment at 8.15 in the morning. Fun...
- Fell asleep when I got home and was supposed to take a shower. Yes, I know my bed and the bathroom are on different floors.
- After extensive nagging in the form of fierce text messages from my friend I got up. The last I send was something like "can I get my trousers on first?!?". Then, when I'm on the bus, she wanted reports every five minutes, where I at last replied "Merlin! I'm stepping off the bus now." Too much Potter, I know. At last I got to school, so thanks to her the day wasn't completely wasted!
- I was supposed to go to class. I got to the hall outside the classroom. The rest of my classmates were there. I suddenly get what I would describe as an angst attack and can't go in, instead sneaks away. The bloody, fucky, stupid, screwed up reason? Charlie! I have serious issues...
- Goes home to my friend to help her with some homework, one of which was to write a story.
Quote 1:
Me: So, as a suggestion, you could put in a helpful father or older brother.
Friend: Then it's brother. What'll he be named...?
Me, thinking and almost saying: If you type Gerry now, I'll flip out. (You know, cuz that would be three.)
Friend: *Types Charlie.*
Me: Oh, you... *Grabs hold of her foot and tries to tickle* Be ticklish, then! *Moves up to her stomach and finally gets some response!*
Quote 2:
Friend: *types* "... Many other have had troubles with liking the same guy."
Me: Is he talking from own experience?
Friend: No, he's not gay. Or is he, is Charlie gay?!
Me: Oh... *Turns away and squirms from the visions in my mind.*
Friend, stop laughing now or the teacher think'll you're having some kind of seizure! Yes, I know you a bit to well...
That'll lead me onto a completely different subject: fan fictions. The kinky kind. It's tons of Harry/Draco, Harry/Snape, Percy/Oliver and even Bill/Ginny and Bill/Charlie (excuse me while I throw up!), but it's a lot of cannon couples that are completely neglected!
Fine, few gets what I'm talking about and it's not gonna change...
As we know, once is an outlier, twice is a concidence, thrice is a conspiracy. Where this fits into anything? Saw a trailer for P.S. I love you on the telly earlier today, they're sending in on Tuesday I think. (That's one!) Stumbled into IMDb.com and clicked on todays truly trivial, where I learned Gerard Butler (that's two!) played in a rock band while studying to become a lawyer, (let me just say, SQUEE, he have the looks, the charms and three possibilities of getting filthy rich!) and that his nickname is Gerry. I get a major kick out of that, just so you know.
If he pops up one more time in the next couple of days I'm probably gonna self-ignite. (That is, more or less unwillingly fake and orgasm. Which is really fun. I need a life...)
So, over at deviantArt (my life!) it's a virus going on. It's putting links to fake login-pages and steals IDs just to be bastardist. Pointless of people to use time on developing those things. Anyway, many peoples warn about it in their journals, and one of these made me sit and laugh, almost crying 'til my stomach hurt. The reason: First she warned everybody about not clicking any links, and a couple of lines below she placed a link! (To a news site at dA, but still...) It seemed a bit... not to well thought about. But I don't blame her or try to make fun of her, I'm as good as in love with her.... Okay, that sounded wrong and pathetic, forget it. Well, I admire her works, just so you know!
And in my real life: Not much going on, besides that I'm doing an excellent job of flushing it down the toilet... And I've started smoking again!! On a daily base. I'm sorry, but I'm addicted. Which is really sad.
And me friend here read last post out loud for me and when she got to "snotty brat" we got like "Yeah... What part of Ireland did you say you were from?". She suddenly outdid herself on the Irish accent. Where she have got it from, none of us understand, but it is there!
And I've finished the Stig Larsson-books. They were... Books. Lisbeth Salander, nice girl, lives her life exactly the way she wants to. Michael Blomkvist, charming guy, works hard and do as he wants to. Monica Figuerola, nice as a cop, okay as a person, hate her as a woman. When she and Michael slept together, oh it made me so mad I hardly managed to read on! What do they have in common? He don't fit with her at all! I'm not saying he should have ended up with Lisbeth, or Erica Berger for that matter. He could have gone on as a bachelor, seeing a girl every now and then.
Pre scriptum: I shouldn't write any of this, it's supposed to be 'secret' and I could get in serious trouble for admitting it!
Yeah............. "Girl"-weekend at my friend's cabin, twice as many guys as chicks. Still we were only nine, not as bad as it first sounded.
And... Well, I found out I'm the loud kind of drunk. Not to say the horny and childish. Things that happened these last two days:
- I had to buy all the drink, even the beer for my friend's boyfriend. Fake ID and stuff. Shh! Got my money back, but it was kinda a when-are-you-going-to-grow-some-balls?-moment.
- We got kicked out of two pubs. The first was because one of us could have been a bit more subtle when taking the drink from the guy that was supposedly drinking it. You see, we weren't even allowed in, but a bit of this and that and... He was the only one who 'was' old enough to buy anything strong. The other pub was a bit more party, but the stupid guy caught one of us with fake, and that was that... We were pretty pissed (off) after that and I slipped when I tried to take a cig and ended up laying there on the snowy/icy sidewalk, kicking with my feet and yelling. Some other girl there told me to calm down, and I understand her, I acted like a snotty brat!
- Both me and my friend (who already has a boyfriend!) wanted to get to bed. With one of the guys. The same guy. When we woke up this morning we were like "Damn, I wanted to fuck him! Why didn't I try harder?" Yes, we are whores....
- On the bus back we met some nice fellows. *Big grin* They were really fun and good at imitating different accents, me likey that! They wanted to read what I had written (I sat with my MacBook and tried passing the time by writing some fan-fictions. Shut up!), but I didn't feel like sharing my geekyness. But if, by some odd chance, one of you are reading this, contact me, please? Okay, grasping at straws here. Less than straws.
