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Good evening!
Since my last entry, not much has changed in my life. School hasn’t started, politics has not picked up (as I am as of writing this without any positions or duties), and I am starting to.. STARTING TO! Get bored. Wow, understatement of the year. Well, it’s early in the year so I shouldn’t gamble about. At least understatement of the week.
So what have I been doing? Well, I have read the first book in the Emperor-series by Conn Iggulden, which tells the story of Julius Caesars life as a series of novels. It is historically accurate, and where it isn’t the author lets you know what he had to change and why (usually for story-telling purposes, like fictional characters to fill the voids that history has left open, or wars changed to fit with the storyline of the book and stuff). It is awesome! I have learned stuff, like how both the title Kaiser and Tsar derive from Caesar. What a magnificent man he must have been, to have his very surname come to be synonymous with king. Dude!
Yes yes. I have also played a good deal of GTA IV, seen the entire 10 seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and today i spent 3 hours organizing my music folder. See, my girlfriend is, to put it lightly, more into music than me. So she gave me all the music she has on her computer. My 6.6 gb library suddenly exploded into a messy 82 gb one!! Well, I have yet to listen to half of the music, and yet I have already found several artists to love. But the folders were uncategorized and messy!! I fixed it. Neat and orderly. Very nice. Mjes.
Actually I am listening to Bob Dylan right now, but I googled "bored" and found this frog!
I have also watched all the seasons of Black Adder (awesome!!), the first season of My Name is Earl, a few episodes of seinfeld and a bunch of other movies. I really need life to pick up! Give me studies and politics before I go insane!! Sorry about the long entry about boredom. That couldn’t have been fun to read.
Vegard
I got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, so I’m in a state of nostalgia that makes me mull over quotes. So… here are some quotes!
We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know? So this is what we’ve chosen to do with our life. We could be sitting in a monastery somewhere in Japan. We could be out sailing. Some of the [executive team] could be playing golf. They could be running other companies. And we’ve all chosen to do this with our lives. So it better be damn good. It better be worth it. And we think it is.
–Steve Jobs
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.
–Eve Ensler
Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.
–Chuang Chou
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
–Aristotle
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
–E.E. Cummings
That Harry Potter is a true American hero.
–My Daddy
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
–Alexandre Dumas
Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… and you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do 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 a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be 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 body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
–Neil Gaimon; The Sandman
I’m on the move, people!
I started cleaning out my apartment, but it’s taking forever. Mostly because I’m trying to get rid of as much stuff as possible, which means I have to go through everything, and that takes time.
But the moving feels good. Real good! Today I got rid of my living-room table (I gave it to a friend who wanted it…), in two days the charity-shop will hopefully come pick up my fridge, television, 4 chairs, some kitchen-stuff, and whatever else I’m throwing up. I’ve sorted through all my clothes (I have A LOT of clothes) and I’m sending about one fourth of it to the local refuge-asylum. And my plan for the night: Sorting through all my shoes. And actually giving some of them away. And it hurts!
Another thing that hurts is my body after working out today, so I decided to reward myself with a glass of whiskey while cleaning out my apartment. Result: I’m sitting in front of the computer with a glass of whiskey NOT cleaning out my apartment… And I got paper in my mouth! Apparently there was paper in the glass. It tasted dry, in spite of the liquor being wet. (Duh, I know!)
I will now continue my cleaning, and you can enjoy this picture of Blonde-Frida in a near-empty apartment:
I know, I look awkward and uncomfortable. The floor was cold, and I dislike posing for a webcam rather than a real person with a camera.
-Frida
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I have a hard time trusting people sometime. Why? I guess due to disappointments in the past. But I’m trying to be less manic, paranoid and sceptical.
When I was younger I always figured that long-distance relationships had to be the best kind. It would be so great to have the time I needed for myself and my friends and still having that one person I really cared for. It would take commitment, but I’m the commiting type. And it wouldn’t have to affect my life that I had a boyfriend. That was the best part.
Now; I don’t like the idea of long-distance. I will do it for the person I’m in love with, and lord knows I have done it. But it sucks. Paranoia eats me up, I worry that I’m not interesting enough, I worry that people are out to hurt me, to cheat on me. I guess experience can ruin any optimistic romantic.
I guess it’s all about finding the right person, and then the distance and time won’t matter. For some people 6 days away is enough to lose feeling, others can take 6 months of distance. If the feelings are still strong after 6 months, and the wait seems worth it, then maybe you’ve found someone worth it. Right?
-Contemplatingly yours,
Frida.
Title-track: I think I’m Paranoid-Garbage
New years eve:
In spite of the party going well and having fun I didn’t feel too good, and went to bed early.
January 1st, 2011: Praying for death or morphine.
Waking up at around 6 (while a part of the party was still partying in the room outside my apartment), sick and in a really bad shape. The hours that followed included me living on the bathroom floor with a fever and a head-ache, and constantly, accidentally waking my brother (sleeping on my couch) due to a very involuntary and forceful expulsion of the contents of my stomach through my mouth. (Sorry for the graphic nature of this description, I tried to Wikipedia “vomiting” to find a word that sounded less gross… I failed.)
I listened to my friends gradually waking up/sobering up and arriving to make the most epic breakfast ever. Which I didn’t even manage to eat.
The rest of the day I spent with my family, hardly eating and feeling sick.
January 2nd: The evil takes a short break to allow me to savour the smell of stale alcohol and cleaning supplies.
I felt sick, but well enough to go home and clean up after the party. Due to awesome friends there wasn’t much left to do, and even that I got good help with.
Drove home (Oh, yeah, by the way: I got my drivers license last week…) and had dinner with family. Feeling better, but stayed the night just in case.
January 3rd: The evil returns.
Went home as my mother went to work, confident that I would spend the day preparing my move. After attempts to clean out my closet I realized I needed some sleep. Woke up 2 hours later with a fever and feeling sick. Again.
Read an entire book. Slept some. Sorted through some clothes. Took a break to write this.
How are you impressed with my new year? Wishing you could be me right now?
I know, my life is glamorous…
-Frida
Also: In celebration of the fact that I’m leaving in 9 days I tried finding a song with the title “9 Days”. This is one of the songs I found, and it reminded me of Five for Fighting, which is a good thing in my book.