What does this say about me?
Someone just said: did you know that if you say "dumbass" in slow motion, it sounds like "gullible".
....And I actually said it in slow motion to check.
What the frigg did I do this year??
Well, here we are. We can't escape it.
It's 6 hours left 'til midnight.
This is the perfect time for reminiscing.
Wow.
This year was AWESOME!
Seriously, though, this year was awesome.
Happy New Year Everyone!
Go nuts!
It's 6 hours left 'til midnight.
This is the perfect time for reminiscing.
Best of 2010!
- Joining WeReadBooks
- Good Grades
- Graduation
- Dancing on top of truck/seeing classmate pee on truck
- George Clooney shooting a movie in my town
- Red hair
- Mortal Instruments
- Iron Man 2
- Starting my own channel
- Discovering honey with anis
- Discovering the joy of making pie
Worst of 2010!
- Senior Project Fail
- Not getting into college/university (whatever you want to call it)
- Unemployment
- Poverty
- General Depression
- Telemarketing
- Hair loss
- My town not credited in George Clooney's movie
- Drinking sewage water (=poop water)
- Getting sick because of sewage water
- Black hair
- First 3D experience
- Twilight craze continues
Wow.
This year was AWESOME!
Seriously, though, this year was awesome.
Happy New Year Everyone!
Go nuts!
I don't know.. Something about New Year's Eve.
My brain is screaming: get...off..your.... ASS!!
So, that's what I'm going to do.
Today I want to talk about New Year's Eve, because... it's tomorrow. (Actually, for some of us.. It's just in a few minutes.)
The Japanese don't celebrate Christmas. They think they do, just because they make some cake and wear red sweaters. But no. (They take down the Christmas decorations on Christmas -friggin- Day, like: "Oh well, that was a nice couple of seconds. Time to move on")
BUT! They DO celebrate New Year's Eve. Big time.
For me... It's the other way around.
I don't give a crap about New Year's Eve, simply because no one else I know gives a crap about New Year's Eve.
When I was younger we used to go down to the nearest football field and watch fireworks... But then people stopped using fireworks, and suddenly we had a holiday --that's supposed to be all about fireworks-- without fireworks.
The only thing left now is gratinated potatoes and a long boring-ass speech on TV before midnight. (I know it's tradition, but it's the same speech every single year. We all know it by heart by now.....)
Of course, New Year's Eve is a party holiday. And therefore a girl like me --(a girl not very fond of getting drunk in front of strangers... or even at all)-- isn't supposed to get this holiday. But after talking to a few ex class mates, I have come to the conclusion that no one I know actually enjoys New Year's Eve. (Not even the drunks)
We must change this!!
We must turn New Year's Eve into something special!
Let's eat bacon and invent a new game called "48 hours sleepless." The losers have to walk around pant-less for the entire first week of January. That'll be tough for the colder countries.
*sigh*
Really, I'm just talking for the Swedes here.
I have no idea if other countries surrounding me have learned to enjoy this strange holiday.
.....
Well... I suppose there is one thing I like about New Year's Eve...
And that is Dinner for One, a british comedy sketch from the 1920's.
I heard most british folk haven't even seen it. And to scandinavians it's an annual tradition, more important than getting drunk.
Strange.
So, that's what I'm going to do.
Today I want to talk about New Year's Eve, because... it's tomorrow. (Actually, for some of us.. It's just in a few minutes.)
The Japanese don't celebrate Christmas. They think they do, just because they make some cake and wear red sweaters. But no. (They take down the Christmas decorations on Christmas -friggin- Day, like: "Oh well, that was a nice couple of seconds. Time to move on")
BUT! They DO celebrate New Year's Eve. Big time.
For me... It's the other way around.
I don't give a crap about New Year's Eve, simply because no one else I know gives a crap about New Year's Eve.
When I was younger we used to go down to the nearest football field and watch fireworks... But then people stopped using fireworks, and suddenly we had a holiday --that's supposed to be all about fireworks-- without fireworks.
The only thing left now is gratinated potatoes and a long boring-ass speech on TV before midnight. (I know it's tradition, but it's the same speech every single year. We all know it by heart by now.....)
Of course, New Year's Eve is a party holiday. And therefore a girl like me --(a girl not very fond of getting drunk in front of strangers... or even at all)-- isn't supposed to get this holiday. But after talking to a few ex class mates, I have come to the conclusion that no one I know actually enjoys New Year's Eve. (Not even the drunks)
We must change this!!
We must turn New Year's Eve into something special!
Let's eat bacon and invent a new game called "48 hours sleepless." The losers have to walk around pant-less for the entire first week of January. That'll be tough for the colder countries.
*sigh*
Really, I'm just talking for the Swedes here.
I have no idea if other countries surrounding me have learned to enjoy this strange holiday.
.....
Well... I suppose there is one thing I like about New Year's Eve...
And that is Dinner for One, a british comedy sketch from the 1920's.
I heard most british folk haven't even seen it. And to scandinavians it's an annual tradition, more important than getting drunk.
Strange.
<3
It's never as great as it's supposed to be, is what I'm saying, mr man.
Today's the kind of day where.. my nail polish looks like crap. I can't bring myself to put on a bra, my hair is messy, and all I really have to do to fix it is find a brush, but I can't form thoughts for long enough to figure out where we keep the damn hair brushes.
It's a miracle that I'm writing this right now.
It's Christmas Eve in two friggin days, and I don't know what to do with that information.
Like, why does that have to effect my life today?
It's like someone telling you you're gonna die in a week. That sucks. Now they've ruined your week for sure.
Oh, and I'm not comparing Christmas to the tragic act of dying. I actually love Christmas. I'm just comparing the pressure of Christmas and how it's gonna be "the best day ever" to a very painful death--- perhaps in traffic.. or in front of a harvester.
What was I gonna say?
Oh. I decorated our Christmas tree yesterday, together with my brother... And of course, I had to film all of it. So then I asked myself: do I upload this? If not for the people that don't give a shiz about our tree, what about doing it for my christmas-spirit-less sister in Australia?
I'm sure she'd love to watch us pointing and sighing.... in super speed... and in complete darkness.
I don't know.
I should go poke my belly button.
That sounds important enough.
It's a miracle that I'm writing this right now.
It's Christmas Eve in two friggin days, and I don't know what to do with that information.
Like, why does that have to effect my life today?
It's like someone telling you you're gonna die in a week. That sucks. Now they've ruined your week for sure.
Oh, and I'm not comparing Christmas to the tragic act of dying. I actually love Christmas. I'm just comparing the pressure of Christmas and how it's gonna be "the best day ever" to a very painful death--- perhaps in traffic.. or in front of a harvester.
What was I gonna say?
Oh. I decorated our Christmas tree yesterday, together with my brother... And of course, I had to film all of it. So then I asked myself: do I upload this? If not for the people that don't give a shiz about our tree, what about doing it for my christmas-spirit-less sister in Australia?
I'm sure she'd love to watch us pointing and sighing.... in super speed... and in complete darkness.
I don't know.
I should go poke my belly button.
That sounds important enough.
We decorated the real tree today, but all I'm gonna give you is the plastic mini version.
Today... I bought tons of candy. And not even for myself.
Why is candy so expensive?
It took me 2 days to upload these book tour videos, so I really hope it was worth it.
I've said this before, but whenever I try to upload something onto youtube, our internet connection crashes... Completely.
So, I'm not exactly popular over here.
CHRISTMAS CLEANING!!!.... oh, maybe that's not so exciting.
So I finally got off my arse to go borrow The Great Hunt at the library. To all you folks who don't know: it's the sequel to The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan.
I can't read it yet though, because I'm not done with Nightlife.
And ----> Nightlife is still awesome.
I want to read Crank by Ellen Hopkins.
I just got that sudden feeling, where you go: I have to read it now, IhavetoIhavetoIhaveto.
Of course, we don't have it in this town....
So I'll have to wait until I can afford to buy it.
THE QUESTION IS: will I want it then?
Tricky.
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My father has a huge friggin bookcase filled with books I've never heard of, OR(!!!) heard of, but only in swedish/english class.
Every christmas that bookcase has to be cleaned.... And no one wants to do it.
Obviously, since I'm the only child in the family who still cares about Christmas, I had to take on the bookcase today.
It took me 3 hours. But I did it.
I can't feel my limbs.
For some reason though, I've started to appreciate that gigantor monster of a bookcase. I even found myself thinking: "oh, I should read this book" on several occasions.
I don't want to tell my father this, though, because I have a feeling he'll break out in song and shout: I GOT YOU NOW!! (which isn't the most reasonable thought to have, I admit)
Anyway, the house is being cleaned, as I meant to say to begin with. Tomorrow we'll bring in the christmas box, (and with it: my personal little plastic christmas tree) the christmas carpets and finally.... The newly bought real, awesome Christmas Tree.
We're very early this year.
We usually don't get the tree in until the day before christmas.
SUCCESS!
Thank you to Robert Pattinson for helping me with the background music.
I can't clean anything without music.
I can't read it yet though, because I'm not done with Nightlife.
And ----> Nightlife is still awesome.
I want to read Crank by Ellen Hopkins.
I just got that sudden feeling, where you go: I have to read it now, IhavetoIhavetoIhaveto.
Of course, we don't have it in this town....
So I'll have to wait until I can afford to buy it.
THE QUESTION IS: will I want it then?
Tricky.
---------
My father has a huge friggin bookcase filled with books I've never heard of, OR(!!!) heard of, but only in swedish/english class.
Every christmas that bookcase has to be cleaned.... And no one wants to do it.
Obviously, since I'm the only child in the family who still cares about Christmas, I had to take on the bookcase today.
It took me 3 hours. But I did it.
I can't feel my limbs.
For some reason though, I've started to appreciate that gigantor monster of a bookcase. I even found myself thinking: "oh, I should read this book" on several occasions.
I don't want to tell my father this, though, because I have a feeling he'll break out in song and shout: I GOT YOU NOW!! (which isn't the most reasonable thought to have, I admit)
Anyway, the house is being cleaned, as I meant to say to begin with. Tomorrow we'll bring in the christmas box, (and with it: my personal little plastic christmas tree) the christmas carpets and finally.... The newly bought real, awesome Christmas Tree.
We're very early this year.
We usually don't get the tree in until the day before christmas.
SUCCESS!
Thank you to Robert Pattinson for helping me with the background music.
I can't clean anything without music.
....
Winter is nicer when you've got a good book to read.
So, I told a certain someone that I would take pictures of snow and post it on here. And..... here you go:
I think I might have already done this, but whatevs. It's for a good cause. The cause being: SHARING SNOW WITH SNOWLESS DANES!
Are these masterpieces? No. They're more like rushed images of white on my way to the bus stop.. (In fact, you can see the actual bus stop in the last picture) But who cares?
Enjoy my genius.
Today I had to do the impossible.
I had to buy a christmas present for my grandmother.
What the hell do you buy an old sweet lady who likes nothing but cakes and lottery tickets? Buying cakes doesn't actually count as a gift, and buying lottery tickets is the same thing as condoning gambling.
Gambling is bad.
I started looking at jewelry in five different places. But I'm pretty sure that grandma doesn't like wearing golden frogs around her neck. (Seriously, what is UP with necklaces now a days???..... Just kidding, I like bling bling frogs)
In other (good) news, I got a book in the mail yesterday.
----------> Nightlife by Rob Thurman <-----------
This book was recommended to me on a Supernatural fan podcast. The lady said that the main character was very much like the Sam Winchester of season 6. I thought: hmm, sounds interesting.
And now I'm hooked.
It reminds me of Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan. And I loved that book.
Google rules the world.
Ugh, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy!!! >.<
*hits self with shovel*
Why do I have a shovel in my room?
*confusion*
Look, I don't know what to do with this blog. I really don't. I mean, what is this? Who am I? Where am I?
---- *gibberish, gibberish*
*hits self with shovel again*
-----------------------------------------
*shrug*
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Let's start over.
I started this blog because I missed my old blog. I wrote in english because I wanted everyone to be able to read it. But then I got lost, because ... writing in english made me connect it to all my other sites. And doing that made me think I had to write about books. But then I didn't write about books, and I started thinking: why have this blog at all?
I know that if I didn't have a blog, I'd want one. So I have to write about something.
...That "something" will have to be everything.
Are we all cool with that?
Maybe I'm the only one having these thoughts. Actually, I probably am.
Dudes and dudettes, I love you all.
...... Oh, and speaking of connecting sites,
I'm starting to feel this burning hatred for google.
Of course I love the search engine, but why does google have to be everywhere? Why do I have to comment with my blogger account when on other people's blogs, even though I don't use blogger? And why do I have to get logged out of youtube whenever I switch email accounts? And for that matter, why do I have to create a new email account just because I want a new youtube account?
This entire inter-connectedness is starting to piss me off.
Oh, and just because I visited a website does n.o.t. mean I want to facebook or twitter about it.
Stupid buttons. Buttons everywhere.
You - Uhm, people are starving in Haiti?
Me - Ugh..... Fine, you win.
New video:
*hits self with shovel*
Why do I have a shovel in my room?
*confusion*
Look, I don't know what to do with this blog. I really don't. I mean, what is this? Who am I? Where am I?
---- *gibberish, gibberish*
*hits self with shovel again*
-----------------------------------------
*shrug*
-----------------------------------------
Let's start over.
I started this blog because I missed my old blog. I wrote in english because I wanted everyone to be able to read it. But then I got lost, because ... writing in english made me connect it to all my other sites. And doing that made me think I had to write about books. But then I didn't write about books, and I started thinking: why have this blog at all?
I know that if I didn't have a blog, I'd want one. So I have to write about something.
...That "something" will have to be everything.
Are we all cool with that?
Maybe I'm the only one having these thoughts. Actually, I probably am.
Dudes and dudettes, I love you all.
...... Oh, and speaking of connecting sites,
I'm starting to feel this burning hatred for google.
Of course I love the search engine, but why does google have to be everywhere? Why do I have to comment with my blogger account when on other people's blogs, even though I don't use blogger? And why do I have to get logged out of youtube whenever I switch email accounts? And for that matter, why do I have to create a new email account just because I want a new youtube account?
This entire inter-connectedness is starting to piss me off.
Oh, and just because I visited a website does n.o.t. mean I want to facebook or twitter about it.
Stupid buttons. Buttons everywhere.
You - Uhm, people are starving in Haiti?
Me - Ugh..... Fine, you win.
New video:
