This Will Be Quick

Imma see Eddie Izzard in December!!!

*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~*

O.M.G.

I love The Sandman. I'm sure of it now. I love it.

I'm going to start collecting the whole series. All doubts have gone out the window.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

- Rose Walker, SANDMAN #65: "The Kindly Ones:9"

Achievement: Unlocked

OMG!

I did it! I did it!

I solved the shiney shiney!! I solved the Rubik's cube! Through twisting and turning alone!! I did not have to resort to destroying it!!

Granted, I did it with instructions. But feck it!

Now I must depart, for I must mess up the cube again and start anew. This I shall repeat until the moves have finally etched themselves into my memory.

I bid you all a good day/night.

PS: I bloody love House.

This is my office, I'm talking, there are people here who work for me, but not listening. Explain this to me.
- Dr Gregory House

And When The Cheeks Hurt

I read, I wrote, I conquered.

It takes 17/22/10/4 muscles to smile (no one's really sure), and it hurts when you overdo it. xD

But I can't help it. I'm too happy. I just have to smile!! I can't stop!!

Oh my Elessar.

Main reason for this happiness? Well, it's the same one as in the Smile Explosion post. Multiplied by two. I ___ a ___. Twice. I can't give you any more details because of that aforementioned mantra, but heh - enjoy this. This is the closest thing to a clue you'll ever get from me!

Now that I have sufficiently calmed down, I can start telling the other part of this story.

*squeee* *cough*

So in my school, there's this traditional closing christmas "celebration" of sorts. Not really a celebration, more like a bunch of students performing - dancing, singing, whatever. And every year, there's a writing contest. Last year, I regretted so bitterly that I did not join, so I vowed that this year, things would change. So I joined the contest. I had previously written a horror story in 10th grade, so I took that, edited, and entered the competition.

And I won. 2nd place. Mwahahahaha. Prize: A Norli (bookstore) gift card worth 300 NOK.

Oh yes, mommy is indeed very pleased.

Particularly because later on, I was smothered with hugs from people I love. And also received various congratulatory remarks. :D

Now I must go book shopping tomorrow! Ha!

Closing quote: Remarks from the jury (translated, of course, so some parts don't really make any sense xD)

About the text that won 2nd place, the jury observes:

This is a mystery story that grows stronger with every sentence. The story is very well thought-through and has several different plans of action. It switches between dream and reality, and events and details are given increased importance in the course of the story until the climax towards the end. The reader is nevertheless left with some unanswered questions, as it should be after reading a good story. Conscious language control and use of literary tools also notes that this is a writer who masters the genre well.

A Smile Explosion

I am sitting here in the library. It's cold, my pants are wet, I think I have a fever, my arms feel dead because they've been battered and bruised by an evil volleyball.

And yet a goofy smile graces my features.

Happy, happy day. One of the, if not THE happiest day in my life.

ZOMEH! I cannot believe that really happened!!!!!!

(Post might be updated when I get home and have had the time to think. Or maybe not.)

The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
- Allan K Chalmers

[UPDATE:

I'm home now. Have been for nearly 5 hours now. I think I may come down with a cold, so I'm sipping tea with lemon to make it go away. Tea... what would we do without it? I'm also taking paracetamol - both for the cold symptoms, and for me aching body - courtesy of volleyball. There's a reason for my hatred of that sport, really.

A smile appears on me face every bloody five minutes. There it goes again. *squeeeeeee*

I go super-sonic when I squee xD. I asked my friend if she wanted to hear me go super-sonic, she said no. Wise choice.

I would love to post a song to express my emotions, because in keeping with my hardcore "leave-no-evidence-behind" mantra, I can't really bring myself to write what actually happened in here...

Sadly, I have discovered that I really DON'T have any happy songs in my iTunes... Even the catchy, upbeat ones bear an underlying message of melancholia. Suits my personality well, I guess. A fine example is the song currently playing on repeat in me head - 'Amazing', by High and Mighty Color (J-Pop/-Rock band). It's so bubbly and happy and upbeat... then I checked the translation, and it turns out that the song's really about someone leaving for some "neo universe", and the person left behind says "I'm not sad, because I know you'll be reborn." Whatever that means.

Oh wait, I have happy songs. 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada is happy, is it not? And I also have 'I Kissed A Girl' by Kate Perry, although in this case I did not kiss, and it was not a girl. I merely ____ a _____. Damn the mantra!

*squeeeeeeeeeeee*

What else do I have? On a completely unrelated note, I am listening to Mock The Week. Recommended by a friend, best show recommendation I've ever listened to. Frankie Boyle has won my heart, he really has. He's not helping with my swearing problem though. I think I've said "f*ck" a hundred times today. I shit you not.

'Monster' by The Automatics? That's happy too...
Hehe... and some various crimps from The Mighty Boosh xD
'We Will Rock You', Queen?

Nah. Screw this.

Enjoy:



Amazing~ Afureru omoi kimi wa kitto koraete
Amazing~ Kanaetai kara wasurenai yo zutto

Kimi wa dokodemo
Like I'm in the bottom of the world
Mae wo mu iteita
There's nothing of the protection
Hikari kagayaku
Even this conflict is wasting time
Yoake wo motomete mada tookute

Kibou ni tsukareta kokoro was mou nidoto sugata nakimono motome
Sora e

Amazing~ Afureru omoi kimi wa kitto koraete (You'll remember)
Amazing. Kanaetai kara wasurenai yo zutto
(You'll remember)

Nami wa shizumari
My emotion is already burst
Muon no kanata e kieteku

Tsukiyo ni ukabeta omokage mada ima mo
sugata nakimono motome
Sora e

Amazing~ Afureru omoi hitori namida wo koraete
(You'll remember)
Amazing~ Kanaetai kara wa surenai yo zutto
(You'll remember)

Believe in yourself and the present
Whatever happened you can get away
You said, so I can believe myself
This environment and this moment
Ready go! I don't wanna anymore
You have gone away to the neo universe
Like a bomb, everything is already burst
But I don't cry, cause you will rebirth

Amazing~ Itoshiki tomo yo kimi wa kaeranu tabibito
Amazing~ Deaeta koto wasurenai yo Ahh
Amazing~ Afureru omoi kimi ni sayonara tsugetemo
(You'll remember)
Amazing~ Kanaetai kara wasurenai yo umarekawaru darou
(You'll remember)

You'll remember x2
Ready go! I don't wanna anymore
You have gone away to the neo universe
Like a bomb, everything is already burst
But I don't cry, cause you will rebirth

Of Pride and Prejudice

Aaaand I finished watching the 1995 BBC Pride and Prejudice miniseries.

All 6 episodes... I started watching at 4:30 pm and now it's 10:10 pm.

Just allow me to say this...

Colin Firth as Mr Darcy is sooo fucking hot.
Dashing, sexy, charming, etc.

It totally did not help matters much when he started displaying the mannerisms of The Sun I've been gushing on about lately.

A friend of mine is going to pay severely for this. >_<

Jane Bennet: No, seriously, Lizzy. When did you first know you were in love with Mr. Darcy?

Elizabeth Bennet: It came on so slowly I hardly know... but I believe I must date it from the time I first saw his wonderful grounds at Pemberley.

The Dangers of Sexy Hair

I wanted to do this today. Oh, how I wanted to...



What I wouldn't give to have been able to do that!

FRIGGIN SEXY HAIR!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

You've turned me into an addict
You're the object of my obsession;
My unhealthy, unrequited love affair
You've turned me into an addict

- 'My Human Meth', The Crazy Authoress

Of Tests, Thoughts and Bedheads

I just drank another packet of iced coffee. I'm waiting for the effects to kick in, then I'll start reading for me history test tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm watching The Daily Show. Or at least, listening to it.

I had a math test today. Never did I think that I'd ever take another test that would make me want to cry. Screw that subject!! My mother was very gracious about it though. I talked to her about it, and she made me realize that it is a part of the whole human experience to make mistakes. I love my mother.

And this thought entered my mind a few moments ago. I realized that right at this moment, something horrible is happening to someone, somewhere else in the world. Someone could be murdering someone, or being murdered, or waking up in a puddle of blood, or being rushed to the hospital with terrible injuries.

My mind comes up with these things when I am completely tired. I should start painting them sometimes.

And today... oh Elessar... the bedhead. The BEDHEAD!! Me thinks there is no sexier hairstyle a man could have than the bedhead. Oh dear Elessar. Oh Elbereth!

I should go and start reading now.

In the '60s and '70s, people used acid to make the world look different. Now today, people take Prozac to make it look normal.

-Joe Bonewitz

I Haz A Crush

[December 21, 2008 EDIT:

After careful consideration, I have decided to edit this post. Yes. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth on my part, because I absolutely hate it when bloggers go back to old posts and edit what's been written. But in the end I came to the conclusion that it's all for the best. I have divulged too much information here... *incriminating* information...

The thing is, I feel that very, very soon, I might have to let other people - people who know me personally - read this blog. And sorry guys, whatever I've previously written here; you'll have to personally pry it out of me.]

I haz a crush.

I'm in the early stages, so I feel quite giddy.

[This part is now gone. As I pressed the delete button, I felt as though I had also pressed a knife into my heart.]

A witty saying proves nothing.

[Damn this fucking mantra of mine. It's nigh impossible to get over years of training drilled into your head, I tell ye.]