I feel... strangely elated

I've got an exam coming up on monday.

Today I went visiting with my grandmum, to celebrate my mums birthday. Instead of the snipefest I had anticipated... it was quite nice. Then me and Rolf went on a small roadtrip to check on Signe, who is at an all-school gathering.

I've got an exam coming up on monday. For which I haven't really studied at all. And I've got problems concerning one of my other exams, which I have to figure out monday as well. Yet I feel strangely elated.



Guess the nerves will settle in as soon as I have to start actually writing.

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A sidenote

To my siblings; a small insight into my mind in and around my formative teen years, regarding the German side of the family. Listen to the album Stoosh, by Skunk Anansie. In particular the “Twisted” track.

Also a big help for me linguistically, regarding my British accent. Apart from that, a completely ahistorical album for me, seeing as when I listened to this initially, I had no idea where to place what in rock history, or in history in general for that matter. A very personal album for me, the track brazen (weep) was a great help in dealing with my feeling of social inadequacy at the time. Also the very track that made Mette enter my Oma’s living room, when I was blasting the song at full volume once upon a time, and attempt to talk to me about the “strange and peculiar” lyrics of the song. Which made me feel even more rebellious, even without any kind of knowledge as to what rebellion actually was.

Again, the title will be: Hmmmm.

For some reason, when I get drunk alone, and watch Jackass... I want to hurt myself in colourful ways. Did that sound pathetic? Yeah, well, it was supposed to. Still moderately sober.
Not, you know, all emo-teen like, just get upside down in a bush, wrecked, thingy.Yeah, that'd be fun.

Listening to Skunk Anansie's Stoosh, haven't heard that particular record since 1998 or so... the time of the CD. Reminds me of scandalising the entire german side of my family just by listening to music.
I just remembered particular mental images I formed many years ago, while listening to this record for the first time, that kept me going through the infernal visits to Germany.
Good times. Almost too easy really (the whole scandal thing). Maybe it's time to give my old Oma a call, before she leaves this earth for good. Then again, I haven't really visited with, or talked to my Mormor, even though I have no particular quarrel with her. Is old age a deterrent for youth?

hehehe...

Reverse Graffiti Check out this wikipedia article

And here's some of my own:

I feel much better

Why worry? Well, scratch that, lots of reasons to worry, the trick is to relax, says I.

I've been getting my creative groove on a bit, made a mock metal poster mock-up(!), as seen on the right. Also I finally loaded all the pictures I've taken with my mobile phone recently onto my computer. Only took me a couple of months... Yeah, I'd say I've been a bit preoccupied lately.

The upcoming exams, for which I haven't studied nearly enough, and probably won't get done in time either, have been weighing on my mind. That, and Cecilie's depression obviously.
But things are starting to look up, at least periodically. Which is fine by me, it indicates a slight upwards spiral.

On display today are my series of photographs, all of which I've entitled "Boo!". Enjoy.

Shit

I've just drunk 2 LITRES of 5% beer. I am at the moment finishing another pint. And I feel like more. It's getting... un-good. I had a bad feeling while I was buying the beer, while I was putting it in the fridge... at the moment my excuse is the whole "my wife is depressed". But that is, of course, not the one and only reason. I have an addictive personality, and will use any excuse to enforce it.

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Oh noes indeed.

Here's something i wrote while fairly drunk a while ago:

There was a time when I got so many blowjobs, I, in the end, got bloody well tired of them. Funnily enough, this was back in my alcoholic phase, when I was acting like a complete arse towards the love of my life, the one person who understands me completely.

I am not completely sure what the point of that particular post might have been. A shortage of the aforementioned act of lovemaking?



On a more serious note, I feel a depression coming on. Normally I switch between being fairly creative, intuitive, and not so much of either. Recently, when I'm not actively doing something, I can't see past the next hour. Not a good sign.



Just talked, well, messaged, with an old classmate of mine. My number one nemesis back in the old days. I feel quite fondly towards him these days. i must be getting old. He's still not really my kind of person, but now I know all his bravado is because of basic insecurity. It helps to know people are inferior :P



Also, I just shaved my head bald. My hair was getting relatively long, and I've been dyng it green. Felt like a change I guess.

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Beginning to feel it.

I am at my mom's, for the single purpose of finishing an exam essay. I wrote about 8 pages last night, nice, considering the assignment is for at least 10 pages, and I' not really going for the gold on this one.

At the moment though, I have the mother of all headaches, and instead of writing, am drinking vodka, and watching Jackass. That's university for you.

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1/4th Century!

My oh my, how the time flies. This is the first birthday I've had in quite a while, where I haven't felt melancholy. At all. All day long. Wow. Pretty much a first for me, since approximately my 15th birthday.
I am contemplating the tattoo that is to be my birthday gift. Blue Celtic whorls for a background... and a myriad symbols, of all origins to go over them. Damn difficult to decide. Indoeuropean, "wiccan", nordic, christian, and loads of other symbolic realms colliding. Classic rock'n'roll imagery has been considered too. An Ace of Spades, a flaming skull... All valiant contenders.

On that note, I and my brother went to see Ghost Rider yesterday. And I thought it ROCKED.
It has gotten very bad reviews for some reason. Which just shows how hard is is to get to be a critic. It's a movie, based on a comicbook, about a biker with a flaming skull for a head, his powers vested in him by the devil, no less. What the hell do you expect? I've seen some numbskull compare it to the Daredevil movie. Nimrod.
The Dramatis Personae enacted by Nicholas Cage is perfect. Has everyone forgotten about CONTEXT? Historical, cultural, not to mention satirical? This movie is 100% rock'n'roll! WHY do Metallicas lyrics have any apppeal? Because they are realistic? Because they describe present political dichotomies? WHY does Ozzy Osbourne still command respect when faced with metalheads?

Because those exact characteristics are idiosyncratic to rock! A flaming skull is cool, because it's a fucking flaming skull! The Ace of Spades an ever present symbol of chance, and laughing in the face of the devil. Hello? Do any of you people keep informed further back than 6 months?

Rock on.

Edit: 25. april 2008. Okay. I bought the movie, and it really wasn't all that good. In hindsight, the villains aren't meant to be that satirical, the filmmaker actually thinks they're badass. Sigh. I blame the beer I drank before seeing it at the movies!

Once again...

Disease rears it's ugly head. This is at least the third or fourth time I've been sick this year alone. Excellent.

I'm getting worried about my studies, I do quite well at them, but faced with lack of reading, going to lessons, any studying at all really, even inborn intelligence withers to a husk.

Cecilie has been wonderful though :)

Degeneration

Why is it any individual possesing more than half a brain, is complaining about the youth of today?

No, not because they are old before their time.

I felt like I was sixty years old back in seventh grade. The people in my class were trying to fabricate cigarettes out of A4 paper. And they smoked them. Because that's cool. No, there wasn't any tobacco in there, just the paper.

And I'd sit in class, reading a comic or something similar. Being a geek. And already then, my sexual inclinations still unformed, wishing one of the girls would think I was cool, and maybe kiss me or something, I thought they were idiots. Not unintelligent, by no means, just idiots. For following the crowd.

What is it in man, that makes him strive for homogeneity? To want to look, smell, think, be like everyone else?

And it is not just in popular culture you see this phenomenon either. Amongst nerds, metal-heads, every imaginable sub-culture, whether it actively detests the mainstream or not, there is a set of defining rules. To make us us, apart from them. I used to wear my military boots and long black trenchcoat with pride back in my late teens, because I wasn't just another follower. When found out I was being quite fashionable by the standards of the goths/metalists back then, I... panicked. It felt good to belong, and I got... well to be honest, a lot of pussy from metal/goth girlies, but... I was a part of the crowd. And it felt, ultimately, fake.



Might just be me, being my own asocial self of course.



But I am me, you, and everyone else, isn't. Who doesn't think like that?

Harebrained

I've been very worried about something, for quite a long time now. My creative urge seems to have... evaporated.

Normally I'd find inspiration in... everything really. And I'd have to draw, sketch, paint, play, photograph, digitally manipulate.... Not so now.



As I am writing this, Cecilie is off with her colleagues, celebrating, Andreas is sleeping at his grandmums, and Clara is, of course, sleeping.

I am listening to Tool, a band I've heard of before, but only just discovered for myself. Deep metal, would you believe it.

And I just did a rather good sketch, of my hand, pure soviet propaganda style. Out of the blue.



And I realised something. Apparently, what I need to be inspired, to get creative, is solitude. Sadly, when I am by myself, I have a tendency to get depressed, introspective, even more solitary, and I eventually go insane.

Not the most sensible of courses, seeing as I quite enjoy having a family. Not that the two things necessarily rule each other out, but as I am already a bit abnormal, I think it would, taking everything into consideration, be wisest if I did not actually go completely mad.

Ah well, the painting will have to wait for another time.

Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum

I was, as previously mentioned, riotously ill at the exact time I had to turn in my exams, and haven't contacted the university about it yet. Which makes me, neurotic that I am, a bit nervous. I have a marked tendency to overreact to matters pertaining to higher education for some reason. I feel I need to prove myself somehow. I did say neurotic.

I've just downloaded some study plans for the following semester. Suddenly I feel much more secure. Ah, stone off my shoulders, acid seeping away from stomach... aaaaaah.

We who are about to shop, salute you!

Fisketorvet.

Hey, jeg fik lige logget ind på
et trådløst netværk der ikke var sikret overhovedet... spader.

Jeg er gået rundt på fisketorvet
siden omkring klokken ti, klokken er nu halv to. Et hjernedødt miasma af
shopping.

Man kan ikke fatte en tanke, der
er for mange indtryk, lyde, larm... perfekt og diabolsk i sin enkelthed. Jeg
har brugt... uha, over 500 kroner. Hvis ikke nærmere de 1000. Jeg har købt et
par bukser... og så ellers ikke rigtig andet end luft. Et spil her, et magasin
der... man køber noget for ikke at gå ud af butikken med blussende røde kinder.
Hvis jeg ellers var typen der rødmer. Øh. Man er ikke tvunget til at købe
noget, men alligevel... jeg ved ikke, pengene forsvinder bare.

Og hvilken underlig måde at
fordrive tiden på, bare at bruge løs af sine penge... tid er i varlighed penge,
det er uomstrideligt.

Så... hvis jeg ingen penge har,
har jeg så heller ingen tid? Eller kommer jeg over i den anden symbolske grøft,
og har pludselig masser af samme?

Og hvis tiden er den fjerde
dimension, og der bliver trukket lighedstegn imellem den og monetære enheder...
er penge så en dimension i sig selv? Optager de samme dimension som tiden?
Gælder relativitesteorien for dem også... Og i så fald, på hvilken led? Når jeg
rejser nær lysets hastighed, og tiden går langsomt for mig, er min femmer i
lommen så pludselig blevet til fem millioner kroner, via tidsinflation?

Nåh, Cecilie kommer snart, jeg vil drikke min øl færdig.

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