My new favourite cover version.

It must be so much fun to play in The Arcade Fire.

One of us misread ...

Attention, this song might be misleading.



Who randomly books flights to Stockholm after thinking about it for only 5 minutes?

Oh yes.
Me!
If only I could shake off that distinct feeling of history repeating itself. Put me on the waiting list for a brainectomy.

I'm kind of tired cause you wouldn't let me sleep last night.
I'm a reasonable man but I can't believe whats on your mind,
and the past three weeks were the sadest weeks and the words you said oh made me weak.
I'm out of my mind, I'm about to crack.
So lets call this the comeback

I've been pushed around and I'm not gonna get pushed this time, yes this time is mine,
and I can't believe whats on your mind
and the past three weeks were the sadest weeks and the words you said oh made me weak.
I'm out of my mind, I'm about to crack. So lets call this the comeback

(Wait!) They don't love you like I love you.

Merry Christmas Happy Birthday Condolences.

I surround myself with beauty, I surround myself with you.

(stolen from Liz Wolfe's website.)


Ups and downs, ups and downs.
I wish things didn't make so much sense all the time.

With a humming in our ears, we play endlessly.

It's Sunday.
Sundays are generally thought more depressing than other days. Possibly because it's the end of another week, and you look back on what you did, and are underwhelmed. Possibly because most of your friends are unavailable, either asleep because they've been out partying on Saturday night, or they're somewhere doing things with their family or their boy- and girlfriends. You are surrounded by a vacuum of activity, and you don't have anybody to drink tea and light the candle on the Adventkranz with.* You don't even have an Adventkranz. Tomorrow is Monday and you don't quite feel up to it. If Sunday's weren't so awful you'd like another one between today and tomorrow. But in fact that would solve the problem, because it would turn today into a Saturday, and that would be fantastic.

To be honest, I don't feel like that now, and I haven't felt that way for a long time. Recently, I've found Saturdays more distressing that Sundays.
But then again, most of my distress seems to happen in a faraway country which I observe with the attentive but detached eye of a scientist.
Is this good?

I've been listening to this:
And I want to own it.

*HAHAHA ambiguity.

How can someone so young sing words so sad?

Today, on my way to university, I saw a woman with a knitted hat resembling a tomato. Now, I'm sure, some people can pull that sort of thing off, but it was infuriating on her. The rest of her outfit was really normal and dignified, and the tomato hat was a sort of what-the-fuck-element, in the negative sense.

Examination about Runes yesterday: A!
I'm finally getting some things done, it feels so fabulous.

I had actually planned to go to the shopping centre (mostly IKEA) today, to enrich my life with purchasable beauty, but Julia, who wanted to come with me, didn't have time.

Nevertheless I ended up having a sort of fabulous Thursday. So far I've only done things that felt worthwhile and that is ALWAYS a good thing.
Later today I will learn whether Kevin got the topshop dress in my size or whether I'll have to go on a diet. Meanwhile I'll either finish Madame Bovary or watch Nightwatching by Peter Greenaway, which is a film about this painting:



And I'm really curious about the story the film will make up for this painting, because it mentiones that title, which is completely misleading and not original. The painting actually didn't have anything to do with night. It was set in broad daylight (the members of this compagnie stepping out into the rays out of the shadow of some architecture). Over time the veneer darkened so much that it now looks like it is indeed a "nightwatch". (Isn't that exciting?)


Unrelatedly: The Smiths! !!!

Well, God, it's like this:

1. All of its short life it gives of itself ... giving and giving, and slowly diminishing.

2.

God, let me tell you one thing: this Topshop Beauty must be mine. It must never be hers!

3. I have one request, concerning my own death. Let it not be in winter, and let it come unexpectedly.

Love or a stomach disorder?

"Snow" by Emmy the Great


I created a language today
To describe how bored I am
It's been zega and dogging
For mena, wish, shan

As the pleasure grows I understand
I won't see the ground again
I thought that respite was at hand
Winter chokes the daffodils

I ate the neighbour's cat last night
But I had to, darling
If I leave this room, my bones will shatter
Do you want to see me starving?

I made a macaroni necklace
I played with my toolbox
I found a firework in the basement
I set it off.

If you had a heart, you'd call me
And let me know the time
As I would try and sleep if only
I knew that night was nigh.

Will you come and read to me soon?
I can't see a thing
Sometimes a breeze will shift the blinds
Wretched light creeps in

But mostly I am alone with the shadows
And I think my great dead aunt as well
I've been talking to a pencil
I think I love him, please don't tell him.

I created a language today
But it's not for you to know
I used it to write you
This letter, which I buried in the snow

And when you find it all
The daffodils will be free
Say hello to them for me
As I won't see the ground again

Fuzzy around the edges.

There, there is no one.





Badhead always was the one that made me cry.

The Snow

Well, you should have said something.

Friends. The people you pay in cake to disappoint you.

I don't actually feel this.
I am just sad. And absolutely nobody is here.

Happy face is allowed.

Whilst Coldplay are retiring ...




Something stirs in my midriff, seeing that. Is my soul, perhaps, not quite dead yet?

Catch fire, toaster!

"satisfired", the state of being happy and content even though your work situation has just been terminated without your consent




Wa-fucking-hey! About time you smelled the stew. This is not an idiom but it should be.