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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

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?

depressed...

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.

An interesting day

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...

Once, twice, thrice...

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...)

EDIT: I'll soon learn it's GeraRd!

Babbling, bumbling band of baboons!

Yay for random title!

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.

But, quote:

Erica Berger: I'm happy.

Michael Blomkvist: And I'm going to the bathroom.

Random and nice, the way I like it!

Fuck me!

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.

Quote from the sauna:

E: Oh, the bench is hot here. Me ass!

Me: You know what I thought now?

E: Me balls!

Me: Yeah, when did you get balls...

E: Me ass! It's burning!

.... Well, pretty much.

That's all, folks!