An not quite interesting day

Did you know bananas are really berries growing on herbs? Me and my mother do, thanks to the book of general ignorance.

Our new superhero:

Was a bit with my friend and her 'new' boyfriend. Been changing a bit back and forth, but I think she's settled now. The crappy thing is all the shit others throw at her for it. Honestly, don't people have any more to do? And there's lots of bigger whores to bitch about. Not that she's a whore, sorry if I gave that impression, it just seems that what everyone else thinks... They need to get laid, I think XD

*Snuggling noses.*

*I kiss her fast, barely hitting the lips.*

E: Hey, what are you doing?

Me: You asked for it!

Her boyfriend: Are you making a pass at my girl?

Me: She asked for it!

What was I supposed to do, we were laying on a bed with our faces not half an inch apart, I couldn't pass up the chance! All in good humour, anyway. Anyone starting to wonder how sane I am? Prob'ly not the only one...

*Barf*

I cannot count the number of times I've pretended throwing up over something sick on the net the last twenty-four hours... Had something else to say, but forgot it.

Oh yeah, I'm not altering my writing. Now it seems pretty stupid, cuz it would ruin the character and all relationships

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"The only way to get ideas for stories is to drink way too much coffee and buy a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it..." - Douglas Noel Adams

With you on that. Eventually not sleep and goof around on the net until your brain go "Ka-poof... Ptptptptptptffff... Pling!" will also be a good way.

And my step-father had a prett

y nice line here: "Did you mean to hit me or did you just miss?"

Leaves me many options, right?

And the final nail in the coffin for Twilight? Not even the cover, which have become a cult-phenomenon, is original. *Sigh*

Somethings tells me I should be sleeping

It's five am and I'm still up. Been reading about suggestions for freaky Harry Potter-relationships, the worst I came across was George and Percy with Fred's corpse. I mean, who sexually molests the dead body of their deceased brother? That's just NASTY! (Inset Brenda Meek from Scary Movie's voice.)

Yeah, I also bought Scary Movie on VHS a week ago. How do you get that today? Bought it used, of course! But it was in perfect shape, only flinched a little for a nanosecond two times at the end. Great movie, too hilarious! But I think some of it was edited out, or I'm confusing it with one of the sequels...

Things I regret:

- Getting sucked into the Potter-verse.

- Not flirting more.

- Being a spoiled brat.

- Not saying hello to that guy checking me out.

And I'm thinking about changing an important thing about one of the characters of my writing, which would mean reworking about 200 pages seriously. Two-fucking-hundred freaking pages! But I also see it as necessary, which buys me around a week of none-stop working. Know I have issues. Not only does it changes the story, it changes the character dramatically. I really don't know what to do... *Biting lower lip* It's to cry of, but maybe sleeping on it helps. 

Peace out! *Snore!*

A thought!

Taylor Swift's I'd lie could be seen as slightly stalkerish, right? Good song anyway!

Long day = long post

Yesterday was hectic... Was up at a little past eight (early for me) and took the bus to school at ten. That was, after I managed to get to the right bus-stop. Then I just had to check something in the Norwegian version of Deathly Hallows, something else than what I checked the day before... By the way, Bill is renamed Rulle, which literary means Roll, like a nickname for someone chubby and I hate it. No way you can call Bill Weasley, sex on legs, chubby! Buggestad (the fellow who's translated the books) suck at 'making' names, he could just called him Bill (or even Billy if it's so hard), but no, have to come up with a completely bogus name! And Bill's full name, William Arthur, that became Rolf-Arthur! I freaked when I read it! Honestly, ROLF-ARTHUR?!? I've never hated a name more. And that's not the only name Buggestad have fucked up, Charlie, that's suddenly Kalle. Kalle is a frickin' rabbit's name, not sex on legs v.2! 

Du skal ikke kalle Kalle for Kalle selv om Buggestad kaller Kalle for Kalle, for Kalle heter egentlig Charlie! (You shouldn't call Kalle Kalle even though Buggestand calls Kalle Kalle, cuz Kalle is really named Charlie!)

Pwetty boy wif scars!

Back to my day: after chit-chatting for a while I found the gym! Yay, move my carcass a bit. Was actually fun, I spend two hours there and today I'm pretty soar. My poor thighs... Anyway, gotta brag a bit; took two thousand metres (that's two km I was informed today,) on the rowing machine in exactly eleven and a half minutes! Gonna slam that in the face on everyone 'til I can beat myself. XD

Then, after exhausting myself, I took the bus again, to the cinema! Watched Män som hatar kvinnor. It was good, they have interpreted the book great! Five dots on the dice :) and it's wrong for me to drool so much over Michael Nyquist, he's older than my mother! And so fine. I got problems, I know. They also did a good job with Lisbeth Salander, made her a bit more human which worked nicely. The rape was... Not fun to watch or listen to, *shudder*. And they showed a bit of what's important for the next movie, which I also liked, but I was not pleased with how Zalachenko was cast, but I guess that too will work out...

After that again... Went home and collapsed in front of the telly.

Plus, I've geeked out on Wikipedia again and to all you women; Yes, we have to put up with periods, birth-giving, having a ten-pound nipple-sucking monster and all that shizz, but we also have longer orgasms than the guys! Hehe.

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And now the cat is sitting up in the middle of a fir out here. (And a partridge in a pear tree, lala...) He won't come down and is pretty stuck and will stay that way 'til tomorrow, most likely. Plus, sister of a friend of my mother had her car surrender around here, so we had to help her and... Well, she got going again. Probably have to rent a lift tomorrow to get the damn cat down tomorrow, and I'm going to the hospital to get the result of the test... Everything have to happen at the same time. Sigh....

It's expensive to have a wife, I have experienced. No, we aren't really married or a lesbian couple or anything, just kidding around. Anyway, I'm her bank, giving her money when she needs, which is often... Getting them back in the end and I have enough for myself at the time, so... *yawn* 

Did I make you yawn, now? How 'bout now?

ARRGHH!

I haven't read New Moon and are not planning on, but after reading a tiny bit of who Jane is and what she can do, I just... ARRGH! Why do Special Isabella Swan/Bella-Sue/Please bend over so I can give you the kick you deserve have to be non-affected by every 'weapon' the 'vampires' have? That Edward can't read her thoughts, fine, she doesn't have any, but that Jane can't hurt her? Smells Mary-Sue MILES away!

Everyone who knows what I'm talking about and agree, say AY!

*cricket-chimes*

Like I feared. -.-

Well, on the upside: It's my birthday, yaaaay! Seventeen... Which doesn't mean shit in the muggle world. (See what the first thing I thought about?)  Just twelve months 'til I can legally drink and smoke. Oh, ye irony.

Had the family over yesterday, uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents... (scratch the plural-part.)

So now we have lots of leftover food and cake! Yeah. And that cake is heaven! Should be, me and my friend was chocolate-cake-bakers! And chocolate-cake-dough-bowl-lickers! And a lot of other things, bottom line: we got enough sugar!

E: Where are you going? *twists her hand in between my knees.*

Me: Just putting this away. *Tries walking, but is held back.* If you have a great need to have your hand between my legs...

E: No... *lets go.*

Worst or best thing may be that my parents was sitting with us, so... Yeah, could be awkward.

And I had a rather... Peculiar experience with a boy: He was stretched out on his back and I rubbed his hairy stomach (I like it, okay, don't tease me!) and soon enough his dick was shooting straight up. I kept going on his stomach, even though he wanted me to go lower. Poor bugger, doesn't know he's getting neutered tomorrow... I'm talking about my cat, in case you started to wonder. XD

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Going to watch Män som hatar kvinnor tomorrow, looking forward to it, but they miss-cast Lisbeth Salander by miles, I mean, she actually looks like a woman! Or, my second thought when looking at the poster, she looks like Bill Kaulitz! Burn.

Anyway, I know you can't be too peckish when looking for a Swedish actress, but a hair-cut could have done a lot, the long, black hair actually makes her look more mature, to me.

Something accoured to me

And it only took one and a half month!

On the bus, when I was passing the time with writing, the guys were interested in me, not my two friends behind me. Strange? Maybe brains count for something after all?

No, really I think it was a lot of coincidences and stuff... Well, that's all, folks.

Just a link:

Corbin - Woman Next Door

Just cuz it's an awesome song! 

And it makes me think of Ron in GoF with Fleur and all that shizz. "Fuel for young desire..." Mmm... Now I want chocolate!

Return of Dorky

Yeah, I had an urge to look up bed wetting on Wikipedia, please don't ask me why.

Anyhow, I must have been an unusually early developed child, cuz the hormones and abitity to control the bladder don't usually develop before the age two to six years. When did I stop peeing at night, you ask. Eighteen months? Twelve months? Nope, the correct answer is six months.

Don't know why or how, but my diaper was dry in the morning from then... Weird fact no one cares about. I'll stop nerding now.

Little kit-kitty....

I know that's exactly what makes it so grat, but this reminds me very much of my own cat! I'd almost forgot about it until I stumbled up on it now... And this guy's apartment ROCKS! Don't ask me why, it just does!

And his 'safety gear' doesn't include socks.... Uhhh, smart.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't get a kick out of this! I dare you! XD

Of boredom and green socks

Just for kicks I googled "short Weasley club" and upon reading one of the results, I was like "hmm... Sounds familiar. *Enters site* *sees it's one of my own comments on deviantArt* That's... That's... That's... *stares blankly at screen* That's strange!" Yeah, I'm a total dork.

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Kinda geeky of me, but I googled it again (yes, I have issues!) and now this blog is on top. Which caused me to utter "that's even stranger!"

Genius

*watching movie on lap-top*

Me: I'm gonna go and piss.

E: Why? ( :D )

Me: Because my bladder is full...  -.-

I mean, what kind of question is that? A funny one, at least. Probably something more I should write, but I don't remember, so...

Oh yeah, that dude in the movie looked so familiar cuz he looks like William H. Macy, who have birthday today. Let's all remember to send him a card!... Next year.

Kinda creepy that I should stumble upon him now just after seeing his 'twin' in Baby Mama (yep, that was the movie we rented (but we could have watched something we already own (this is fun!)))

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Eehhh... About to freak out. I watched That '70s show for the first time in forever today and know who else have birthday today? Danny Masterson! As in Hyde! As in I can't believe I forgot he had birthday in March! Then again, I think I forgot my own birthday one year... XD

Some coincident, though.

Scarred for life

Read this if you got the guts to it... Freaked me out, but I guess no one else gets it. Honestly, I don't want to think about how those twins came to be! Yet I did... Who do you think was the pregnant one? Oh, Goddess, Charlie with a bun in the oven! XD   >,<    :'D   *puke*   I don't know how to react...

Random dream converts to random post

It all started in my grandma's garden, I think, with my cousin eating a cereal she didn't like parts of, so she left and it turned into a wedding-party. Mostly it reminded me of the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral and Hugh Grant was there somewhere, without really showing himself, but he wasn't the important part, I kept pulling pieces of eggshell from between my teeth, until I said "You think it's all just a nickname until you kiss her!" that being a pun on Duckface in the movie, who in my dream was some freak called Eggshell who ate her eggs whole. It would also sounded better with "french her!", but that wasn't what my imagination decided on. And it gets weirder, Michael J. Fox was there, '80s style, complete with mullet. He tried getting laid, without luck, and well... Then it's a hole, but sometimes later we met up with Doc (aka Christopher Lloyd) and we involved in some kind of war where I ended up hiding in an old, red BMW while Michael popped up and ran up a hill to get something/help someone, whereas a new Michael would pop up a minute later, something about time-travelling. When he's done that enough times I grabs his arm and says "you're dying up there, aren't you?" and begin crying. He and Doc begin dragging me with them, and I am suddenly soaking wet for some reason, to the extend my jeans falls off. They get me back to my grandmother's for some reason and then... Then I woke up.

Another update from Snore

Yep, that's what my friend call where I live (cuz it rhymes, whee!)... Anyway, pretty uninteresting day, was at home because I woke every five minutes during the night and thus missed a trip to the water park. Wait, that doesn't sound right, but what other word for a bunch of indoor pools? 

I went out for a walk, wearing a brown leather jacket, black boots that reach about halfway up my calves and a long t-shirt. Wasn't cold, actually, but my thighs got pretty pink... Aren't I the smartest! >.<

A small review of the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian: The movie, that is. I've read the book and the film was... Not a disappointment, they had gotten in more or less everything, which may be why it got kinda messy and hard to keep up with. It lasted for TWO and a HALF hours, I got tired halfway through and saw it in two 'leaps', even then I got worn out. Yes, I got tired, cuz I was trying to keep up while remembering what happened in the book. They tried getting as many characters as possible with, even Reepicheep, the mouse, voiced by Eddie Izzard, which I thought was completely wrong. I imagined the annoyingly brave and full-honoured (okay, that isn't a word, but you get me?) mouse to have a kind of dry and rasping voice, not the fun and Timon-ish they gave him. The entire character was defined by the voice for me and didn't seem like the one in the book.  And the centaurs there were spot on like the ones in HP & OotP movie, not that it matters. 

Did you know that none of the Narnians have blood? I get it, it's a kids' movie!

Hey, Chuck Norris' birthday is today! Yay!

Re-discovering music

You know how you can suddenly hear a second or two of a song or even just randomly remember it, and you know you have heard the song before, just not the name/artist?

Well, a dude in the book I'm reading mentioned 'Oh, Carol' By Chuck Berry, which sent me to youtube. But that was a completely different song than what I remembered. So a quick google on the scarce lyrics I remembered showed it to be Smokie. "Of course it's Smokie!" I said out loud at once, it was only the most played CD before we moved. My step-father has it and, well, it just seemed to fit neatly in the stereo. XD

That's what I'm listening to now, legs crossed and rocking back and forth like a total dork. Hey, it's rock 'n' roll!

Now the remaining question is: who the fuck is Alice?

More bitching

You know what occured to me a couple of days or weeks ago?

The Phelps twins are tall, thin and not to mentioned brunettes. The Weasley twins are short, stocky and with flaming red hair.

Rupert Grint is not that tall (1.78 says IMDb which probably haven't been updated in forever!), have the potential of being stock-ish and is definitely ginger. Ron Weasley is tall, thin and gangly and with red hair.

See where I'm going? Grint and Phelps should switch places, looking past the whole issues with age and twins/non-twin. Just based on their looks. And they're all passable actors and comedians.

 *Sigh* Why can't movies do anything right?

Well, maybe... WWW seems to live up to my expectations somewhat. But that hair-colour annoys the hell out of me.

Nothing really...

Was at the mall yesterday. Didn't really need anything, just had to kill some time while waiting for the bus. I came out with three films and three books. It's sale and stuff, do that help?

I've already read one of the book and seen two of the movies. Which relates to only being at home today.

That was the positive, now the negative:

- My step-father wants me to stop smoking because I got a cold, claiming I've been that way ever after I started. The fact that I was sickest somewhere in my two-month "break" didn't seem to bother him.

- My psychiatrist (damn, that's hard to spell!) wants me to cut down on Charlie. Yeah, that sounded weird, but I'm PP! (Positively Pathetic.) I have more chance on cutting out smoking, eating and breathing at the same time than draw myself out of the fantasies.

Discriminating?

If a guy says to you "Wow, I'd love to do Emma Watson!" you'll naturally assume it's just because of her body, i.e. he's a pervert.

If a girl says to you "Wow, I'd love to do Rupert Grint!" you'll assume it's because he's got charm and humour, i.e. making her genuine interested in him.

Okay, those to may not be the best examples, but I was fooling around on certain sites. Let's take Angelina Jolie and Brad Pit instead, then. Still applies.

Conclusion: men can be genuine interested in someone even though expressing it in odd fashions and girls can be just as driven by pure lust...  -.-

Evolution of dance!

You owe it to yourself to see it! If you already have seen it: do it again!

And it's so wrong for me to get slightly turned on, but a man moving like that... It takes some skills!

Other than that: watched Juno with my friend yesterday, but the DVD player fucked up, so we heard the start of chap 8 (all babies want to be borned!) a million times cuz we tried to scan back to the end of chap 7... In the end we got the lap-top, then it worked fine.

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Hammer time! Scrubs style!

Mmm! Yummy!