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.

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!