But, this time something is different. I have been dating a girl for a while now, but things don't click between us. She's not my type. I found out after the 3rd date. Luckily, she probably doesn't have any feelings of THAT kind for me, if you catch my drift. But this still sucks.
Oh well, at least now I know that I have the guts to ask out girls. And let's say that she's not the ugliest girl og the bunch, to say the least. So I even earned some respect from the other guys. Me. The wuss. Hehehehehehe.........
And now for something completely different. A rant with eight legs and a bow-tie:
WHY MUST THE GIRLS THAT ARE MY TYPE OF GIRL LIVE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ATLANTIC??? FUCK!
Rant complete, proceed with normal.... Some sort of typing thing..... I think it might be called diary or something. Whatever.
Anyways, there's a Battle Of The Bands-gig coming up on thursday, and I'm in one of the two bands contending. We can win 30 hours in the studio. Cool, eh?
And yup, I'm trying to grow my hair and goatee out again, as you can see on the pic.
................I'm single again.
A few weeks ago I would have feared this situation like the plague, but now..... Now I embrace it!
Or something like that...... Anyways...........
Stars............ Nice shiny thingymabobs made of gas........ Far away....... Even the sun is far away....... Cool objects.
Lately I've been thinking about the many aspects of being human (no, not "A human", only "human") and it struck me that we are in fact a very complex species.... But still a very VERY stupid and uncivilized one........
Take WARFARE, for instance..... Lame! Ancient! Warfare has been around since the first territorial animals...... Ok, now we have nukes and what not, but still........ Warfare is just about defending your territory/claiming new territory (or possesions)........... We should be content with what we have.... However, we're not. It's a part of the nature of man kind, or even the entire earth's population (animals, bacterias amoebas)..... Just think about it for a while..... You'll see what I mean.
Oh, and JEALUSY! Fahkin' hell!!!!! I hate that feeling..... And there's allways someone/something to be jealous at/of........ For instance there's this dude that is going to Canada soon, and I'm not....... 'nuff said! :-P
Then there's STUPIDITY. As Einstein once said: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
Einstein was a smart dude..... He couldn't wash his own undies, though....
But yeah..... We're stupid..... We're practically killing our own planet just because we want to have cars that go slightly faster, or factories that can puke out slightly more junk that break whenever you use it......
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?
Anyways, what I'm trying to say here is that a truly advanced spicies would not pollute it's own planet to death, fight a fellow specimen over something as bizarre as a piece of land or a shiny object, or be jealous over some trivial matter.......
I fucking hate being human............
End of transmission..... [ZAP]
Yuppers, 2 days to Roskilde-festival, baby. The bud I'm going with is one of the first persons I got to know when my parents and I moved to the old appartement....... We were like 2 1/2 years old or something like that. No wonder why were so alike. We've influnced eachother since day 1....... Er..... 912. :)
And he will bring a digital cam too, so expect some pictures. And we will both bring our acoustics as well, so maybe we'll do a little stunt-playing......... If I can convince him, that is.
Anyways......... Coffee......... Good stuff.......... Tea........ Good stuff........... Coca Cola........ Good stuff. How come so much good stuf has caffeine? Is it because we humen are deeply in need of being awake all the time? Or very hyperactive? And speaking of being hyperactive, I just remembered something a few dudes from my class in junior high and I did when we were in England with my old English-teacher. He was a great guy, by the way. I seriously miss his classes.
Well, anyways, we were drinking red bull, just because it tastes really yucky, and because you become very hyperactive if you drink it, and we were staying at some airport (I think it was Gatwick) because we had been booked for the wring flight. (One week too early...... We were staying for 3 weeks, not 2.)
Well, my bud Nicolay suggested we had a race with the baggage-carts.... And since we were all overly tired, but hyperactive on too much caffeine, we thought it was a good idea. So we had a cart-race in the parking-house. And we found a airport wheelchair too, so obviously some people used that as well.
Well, after about 45-60 minutes of racing, bruises, splats and thuds, a security officer came down to us and said we should stop. Then he told us that he should've come earlier, but it had been too fun watching us in the security cams, so he and a few of the other officers had been too busy laying on the floor layghing. So then we walked off and played cards, slept (kind of impossible when you've had at least 4 cans of red bull) or played Time Crisis 2.
AC/DC are screaming out of the speakers of my (dad's) computer........... How the hell does Brian Johnson sing like that? And how does Angus make those solos? They're super.......... Seriously, Back In Black is one of the best old-school hard rock/metal albums EVER.
AND, of course I like cheesy metal. :) Er...... Why is it called cheesy? Does it smell like cheese? 'cause it doesn't look like cheese. Actually music doesn't look like anything unless you put it up as notes on a sheet. Then it looks like flyshit spread out on a sheet.
I like sheets, by the way. The kind of sheets that separate my body from my bed. There's something special with the feeling of having a fresh sheet on my bed. Putting on the sheets, on the other hand, is frustrating. I'm finally starting to get the hang of it now, though. Only took me 5-6 years.... :-P
I wonder what I was doing 5-6 years ago....... All I can remember from that period of my life is loads of loneliness and frustration.
Oh god....... Just remembered something..... I listened to Queen....... Classical rock. :) And Hendrix, of course. And Clapton......
Anyways, bedtime, suckazzz! I AM...... TROGDOR!!!!
Today I'm just going to use this page as a place for placing my thoughts somewhere safe.......... I feel they might rot a bit if they stay in my head. And that wouldn't be too good for my mind, I guess........ Actually, it could maybe be good for my mind, 'cause it might work as fertilizer, and then maybe my grades would improve. But on the other hand, maybe not. I suppose I can let half of the thoughts stay inside my head, and then let the other half hang out of my left ear or something. But maybe it'll degrade my hearing or something..... You never know.
Anyways, don't you (the reader) think that live can be a bit TOO colorful every now and then? I mean, when you walk though a grocery store and you get all the shades of the different yellows, reds and blues, and all the mixtures of them right in yuor face, they can get a bit overwhelming...... I almost always get a minor headache whenever I'm in a VERY colorful place. I like places that are slightly gloomy.......... Because of that, I actually enjoy a little drizzle evry now and then. It's the best weather for listening to Opeth, especially Blackwater Park or Damnation. I guess melancholy fits my personality better than having a bloody circus in my head all day long.........
Now, there's nothing wrong with a circus coming through town every now and then. I actually enjoy going to circuses once every second year, but there's something I dislike about it........ I'm not sure what it is, but it COULD be that I'm a little disappointed with the fact that the lions and tigers NEVER get to taste any clowns, even though they clearly want to. Poor little beings.......
I like tigers. In fact, I'm born in the year of the tiger. There's something with them that really fascinates me........ Maybe I'll find out what it is that is so damn fascinating if I list up all the shit I know about tigers.
Ok, here I go:
Concerning tigers:
-They have big, furry paws. (Hey, that's kind of cool...... I have long, hairy legs.)
-They have claws. (That's supercool..... I wish I had claws... I think.)
-They are large and heavy. (I'm just tall......)
-They can eat people. (I DON'T want to eat people.)
-They're like a materialisation of pure carnivorism. (Hey, I like nice, juicy steaks!)
-They've got nice black stripes on their yellow fur. (I've just got white skin.)
-They are often agressive. (I'm not.)
Hmmm......... Could be the claws-thing........ Could be all of the points, in fact.
The latter is the most likely..
Hello...... Due to my bizarre boredom/weird brain-waves, I figured I could make this section. I was in fact planning to make a philosophical section here, but I'm a bit lazy, so I'm just going to mention that I was evaluating one......... Right. Have you thought through what I just said? Me neither.........
Hmmmm..... I might as well try to make it philosophical anyways, since I need to change my lifestyle....... Anyways, do you think fishies think like us humans? Like, if they have to make a long brown one, do they actually think "Hmmm... I have to make a long brown one." Imagine if they suddenly find out they're eating worms, and think "Yuck, I'm eating worms." That would've been kind of bad......... In fact, I would've hurled if I realised I was eating worms for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Which I don't, of course.
Oh, and can fishies hurl? I mean, they've got a stomach, right? And a mouth..... And a throat. And what if something gets stuck in their throat.
And worms! Do THEY think? That would've been weird......... "Yeah, I'm a little, brown, disgusting worm. I eat dirt...... Fear me, motherfucker!" Hmmm....... Maybe a worm wouldn't have thinked motherfucker, but have thought "Fear me, hermaphroditic being."
And what if humans were hermaphroditic? That would've been rather boring....... No boinking, no bedside waltz...... BORING! I think I'm finished for today now..........
Being finished is a cool feeling. It's like you suddenly get a feeling of having REALLY done something. Like when you're done writing a song/riff, and play through it........ Those last two things is of course something that only apply to people that play instruments, but still...... People have imagination, right? At least people used to have imagination.
Ok, now I'm done.