hey Rod;

...
But then I was tagged! By missmorning_murder!
So I had to come back. Obviously.
Anyway, here it goes:

First: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ. Replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question

Second: Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do it. Don't tag who tagged you.

Umm yea, about those eight people ... let's just say thaaat... anyone who happens to read this, consider yourselves tagged! 

1. Lots of pillows or just one?
It's kind of funny. I used to be one of those crazy the-more-pillows-the-better people, but these days I only have one and I'm perfectly happy with that. I'd like to have one extra for when I'm reading, though, but I don't. So instead I'm just folding the one I have, which doesn't really work but I do it anyway.

2. What kinds of books do you read?
Famous ones! I'm stupid like that. I feel totally intellectual when I read old, classical stuff. And cute things that friends tell me I should read.<3

3. What are your most awesome skills?
I'm cute..? And I'm quite good at saying "AWKWAAAARD" whenever there's an awkward silence. But that's more due to my lack of social skills, I suppose. 

4. What's your occupation?
Student? Creative Writing FTW.

5. If you had to dress up for a costume party right this second, what would you want to dress as?
Oscar Wilde, obviously! Or maybe James of Team Rocket.

6. What's the last thing you ate?
Avocado. But it sort of tasted like soap... I think I need to have a serious talk with the people I live with.

7. What's been making you smile lately?
People.<3

8. Television or movies?
I guess I prefer movies, because I never remember when things are on TV. But both are great, yesyes.

9. What was the last thing you bought?
... beer, I think.

10. What's the cutest thing you've seen today?
my face in the mirror this morning umm, I guess the old graveyeard here? we went there at school today. they have these metal crosses from the 1800s that say "may your Dust be blessed" and stuff like that.

11. Do you get cravings? If so, what do you crave?
All the time. Anything. *insert pregnancy joke here*
*nervous laugh* 

12. Who would you go gay/straight for?
See, the thing is, I really don't have to go anywhere? I already like everyone. People are pretty.<3

13. What's your zodiac sign?
Gemini. Or not really, I guess, what with stars moving around and things, but it makes loads of sick sense. And I never liked Taurus anyway.

14. Do you want to learn another language?
Of course! Loads and loads of languages. But I don't think I'm diciplined enough to do it on my own, so yeah. (OMFG, I just understood something. Dicipline. Diciple. Oooooh!)

15. Soup or salad?
Yes, please?  ... I really like soup. But salad is nice too. 

16. Favourite place you've ever been?
Probably London or Edinburgh. Can I say Great Britain?

17. Shoes or barefoot?
Absolutely.

18. Say something to the person who tagged you.
Seriously one of the most amazing people ever. EVER. And awesome IN SO MANY WAYS it's not even funny. I love you veryveryverymuch.<3

19. What are you reading right now?
I'm actually trying to read some poems they gave us at school. They're quite, umm, eccentric. :'D

20. What's your favourite animal?
Cat.<3 and other cute things. GIRAFFES. 

21. What are your plans for the future tomorrow?
Getting stuff for my so-called apartment! From home! And from IKEA!
And then I guess watch Katzenjammer play at Kroa. Because they're all sorts of awesome. 

22. Would you say that you're responsible with money?
Not at all. It's horrible. But I guess I can be, if I make an effort. I've just never really... needed to. *is a spoiled brat*

23. Does the weather affect your mood?
Yes, but not in any logical way. Although it does make me extremely happy when the sun is sunny and everything looks pretty and colourful. 

24. What song is in your head right now? If the answer is none, what was the last song you had in your head? 
Bak et Halleluja by Kaizers Orchestra. It was stuck in my brain when I woke up today. Which was kind of traumatic, given the situation. But it's a brilliant song. 

I'm writing a fanfic! Yes. Me. A fanfic. That hasn't happened in ageees.
And I guess it's kind of stupid, you know with exams and everything I need to worry about. But what the hell. I'm going to be a serious writer, I have to enjoy fanficcing while I can. Which is probably not even a word. How am I supposed to become a serious writer?

Oh well.


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You know what? I'm starting to like Salvador Dalí more and more. And it's not because of that Little Ashes movie, either. Actually I think he's kind of a jerk there. I still haven't seen it, though, but I laugh out loud every time I read an interview with Edward Cullen about how much he hated doing the sex scenes and kissing scenes and god knows what. The last time he complained that he scratched his face because the other guy didn't shave before they kissed, and it was sooo painful. He's kind of cute.

I do not like electricians very much. They scare me. They're inside the house. MY HOUSE. Doing god knows what. IN MY HOUSE. And now I can't even get breakfast because judging by the strange noises they're in the kitchen now, and it was awkward enough when I passed them on my way to the bathroom. WEARING NEXT TO NOTHING, I might add. Nobody told me they were there. Sneaky, sneaky electricians. And they're messy. I do not like them very much.

I swear, all Norwegian boys are ugly. Or not ugly, really, but they're never entirely pretty either. I suspect it's because they simply simply CAN'T DRESS. I spend a great deal of time looking at strangers, thinking "Ooo he's totally hawt, shame about the terrible clothes". Why, why do I have to live here? I bet I'd be completely straight if I'd grown up somewhere where the boys actually look attractive. Like ON THE INTERNET. I wish I'd grown up on the internet. Yes.

Oh, and I think about this every time I write the word boys:

I don't really have much to say these days. It sort of scares me.

HERE I AM BABY, SIGNED SEALED DELIVERED
... that stupid song keeps sticking to my brain because of the Motown commerical thing on TV.
Oh oh, but I finally figured out how to do the LJ cut! *dances*


( I'M YOUURS )

I sortofkindof love Pocahontas.

In other news ... nothing much. haha :D

I'm going to watch the beginning of V for Vendetta again. Just the beginning. I need to see the Prothero TV speech again. And again and again.
Immigrants. Muslims. Homosexuals. Terrorists. Disease-ridden degenerates. They had to go. Strength through unity. Unity through faith.
It gets to me every time. Makes me think that it could really happen. You know, right now. Right here.

When we discuss things in Religion, this blonde girl in my class is sitting there, completely unashamed, saying things like they can go back where they came from if they don't like it here. Saying they must be stupid to believe that. Saying it's wrong. Saying it's gross. Using words like us and them, right and wrong. Saying all those things about real people sitting in the same classroom. People who never defend themselves. I always let her know her opinions makes me sick, though. She seems to take it as a compliment.
Sometimes she gives me these angry looks, completely out of nowhere. I guess that means she thinks I'm one of them. I guess I kind of am.


I honestly believed that people like her didn't exist anymore. But they do. That scares me so fucking much.
And now, V for Vendetta! <33

I once promised myself I'd never listen to David Bowie. I have no idea why. He's amazing. Or he used to be, back when he was bi. haha.

My hair looks good today. Yesterday I had a long fight with my dad that was very obviously not about my hair. We just pretended it was. It's easier that way.

I'm eating cold pancakes. Instead of doing homework I'm drawing a longggg comic that's not even funny. I could show it to you, but it's not like anyone cares.
In about three minutes I'll go upstairs to watch Gossip Girl. Actually, I should go now. Get hold of the remote before anyone else does.

This house is so huge, I don't understand how it can feel crowded. There's always someone. I always feel watched. God, I can't wait to get out of here.

...

I just noticed, the jam on my pancake spells G-O-D. That's weird.
... do you want anything?

I still can't believe she stole my necklace. without giving it back, no less! and she's still wearing it.
I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, and it probably isn't, but I just. that's weird. like her still having my clothes. but it's not like I can ask for them back. that'd be awkward. I don't want to, either. the necklace thing really bothers me, though. I'm such a spoiled brat. but the principle! she still has my... oh god. she still has my bloody scarf. never mind that I have a million of those, SO DOES SHE. and it was MY FAVOURITE. and it's BLUE.
Woah, I sound like a terrible person. materialist. bad commie. baaad commie. I'll just stop right there, I think.


in other news, my camera is dead. you know, really dead. not just temporarily-dead. that sucks.
however, I have smoothie! :D

("You mean a bagel?"
"No, a beagle! I demand my money back, and a beagle!")

I keep thinking I should add more friends. But on the other hand... it's sort of liberating, knowing that only a handful of people (who probably couldn't care less, I might add) will read what I write.

I think I would be able to sleep if I tried now, but I sort of don't want to. I've finally gotten the motivation to work on some school stuff, and I don't want it to go away because it could be AGES till next time I feel like this. And if I don't get everything done now, I will very likely spend the next couple of days staring at the ceiling, "waiting for Inspiration", and I really don't have time for that. Ah, my exciting life.

A cup of pie, please ...
(And I really, truly, genuinely love Lord of the Flies. It's ... crazy. Deliciously morbid. I can't believe it was written back in the fifties. And there's choir boys!)

(ONE NIGHT AND ONE MORE TIME
THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES
EVEN THOUGH THEY WEREN'T SO GREAT)

I think I could grow to love Pete Wentz. If I let me. Probably shouldn't. Fall Out Boy is like, sooo 2006.
But I really don't like him for the music (even though their cover of What's This is perfect and awesome and I love it very much), I just .. what's not to like? Judging from his tattoos (HAURU!:D), wife, kid's name, interviews, blog etc., he's like the perfect guy. Great taste. Funneh. Pretty.
Remind me again why we hate him?

(today I had a very symbolic conversation about pens. I didn't realise the symbolism of it until I thought about it right now.)

I seriously have to see a doctor about the insomnia thing. Or maybe a shrink. Not trying to be a melodramatic shitkid (love that word!) or anything, but I really can't take this anymore. I BECOME SRSLY MESSED UP WHEN I DON'T GET MY SLEEPZZZ.

On the bright side, though, not being able to sleep means I get a lot of stuff done! So it's not all bad.
Well, I get creative and fun stuff done, anyway. Since in the middle of the night is the only time I can sing at home without my family hearing me (they're SCARY. I SWEAR), I've made like a billion songs over the past few weeks. Well, a billion bits and pieces of songs. Three finished ones. But still, that's quite ... impressive. I mean, that's about the amount of songs I usually make in a year. Crazy shit, I know. And some of them are actually, you know, not that bad. I-could-totally-play-that-in-public-in-front-of-lots-of-people not that bad.
I really like the Hamlet one. And look, I'm being positive and everything!

In addition to this, I have coffee. (trying to start a sentence with something other than "and" or "also" here ... didn't work too well.)
I quite like that. Now I have to go jump up and down or something so I don't fall asleep.

(I've got to write something with that title. It's fucking genius. Eject. Before. Disconnecting. HAHAHA. Love my iPod.)

...
I'm kind of a mess. I mean, I just woke up, and it's like, 8 PM. Of course, I was awake earlier today. But then ... I don't even know what happened. I was supposed to do something vaguely resembling social interaction today, but it's kind of too late now. Oh well. At least I'm sleeping again. And I don't know what else to say. I just feel like I should say something now that I have a LJ.

It greatly annoys me that I can't figure out how to make those fancy links in your post that leads to the rest of your post.

You know, living in a small cabin in the woods for two years. All alone. Like that Thoreau guy did. We talked about it in English class today, and it sort of made me think... well, honestly it made me think that I should reconsider my plans for next year and move to some faraway place all alone. In a cabin. In the woods. For a year.
To sleep. To breathe. To fucking have time to eat breakfast in the morning.
I think it sounds like heaven, especially if I was allowed to bring some stuff. Like some books, musical instruments, a camera, drawing equipment etc. That would be so. incredibly. amazing. But then again I'm a freak.


Also, I stole this meme thing from my only friend... haha<3

SIX PAIRINGS I LIKE:

1. Harry/Draco (THE ULTIMATE PAIRING)
2. Bella/Alice
3. John Lennon/Paul McCartney <33
4. Remus/Sirius
5. Luna/Ginny
6. Holden Caulfield/Stradlater :D

THREE SHIPS I'VE ABANDONED:
7. Lyra/Will

8. Harry/Luna

9. Miguel/Tulio

THREE SHIPS I'VE NEVER LIKED:
10. Snape/Harry

11. Neville/Draco

12. Chuck/Blair

TWO SHIPS THAT HAVE PIQUED MY INTEREST:
13. Edward/Jasper

14. Vanessa/Rufus

1. Why do you dislike #11 so much?
I just don’t get it. They have NOTHING in common. They don’t even hate each other properly. And Draco belongs with Harry.

2. Who do you know that ships #13?
Umm… Valentina, maybe? She likes Jasper. Like, a lot.

3. What would be your ideal scenario for couple #3?
Can you say BACKSTAGE? :D

4. What is your favorite moment for #1?
The crying in the bathroom, obviously. That was hot. Or maybe the scene in the book where it says Harry became obsessed with Draco.

5. How long have you been following couple #6?
Since I read Catcher in the Rye for the first time. But mostly as a joke.

6. What's the story with #8? What made you stop caring?
I never cared that much in the first place, I think. It was just a phase. I mean, we all know they’re both gay, so…

7. Which ship do you prefer--#2 or #4?
#4 definitely, because I love HP much, much more than I’ll ever love Twilight.

8. You have the power to make one ship non-existent. Choose from #10 or #12.
12. And yes, I’m aware that I’m choosing Harry and Snape over a perfectly normal het pairing. But I really don’t like Chuck and Blair.

9. What interests you about #14?
It’s INSANE, but they have this weird chemistry … at least they had in the first episodes of the new season. They would keep showing up on the screen alone together, talking about life and laughing together and stuff.

10. When did you stop liking #7?
I still think they’re cute together, I just don’t SHIP! them, you know? And Lyra is a bit annoying.

11. Did your waning interest in #9 kill your interest in the series?
Never<3 I LOVE THE ROAD TO ELDORADO.

12. What's a song that reminds you of #5?
Draco and Harry by the Whomping Willows. Long story.

13. Which of these ships do you love the most right now?
Well, I quite like Holden and Stradlater … I keep drawing them together. Haha.

14. Which do you dislike the most?
Chuck/Blair. It annoys me so badly.

15. If you could have any of these pairings double date, who would they be?
Lennon/McCartney and Remus/Sirius ahaha. They would love eachother so much.

16. Have #2 kissed yet? Elaborate if yes.

Umm no, and they never will. But Bella did sit in Alice’s lap, like, NUMEROUS TIMES.

17. Did #4 have a happy ending? Do you think one is likely?
No, stupid JK killed them both -.-   but they’re probably happy in heaven as we speak, right?

18. What would make you start shipping #14?
A time machine? Uhh.

19. If only one could happen, which would you prefer--#2 or #6?
Ooh hard one. But I’d have to say Bella/Alice just to piss off teenage girls all over the world.

20. You have the power to decide the fate of #10. What happens to them?
Harry starts dating Draco and Snape secretly writes sad poetry about Lily and admire Harry’s eyes from afar. Which is basically what happened if you read between the lines : D

So, now I officially have no life. Which is quite sad. And so am I. And I'm lonely. Be my friend, plz?