Read this and tell me that I am not mad: on a nightmare
I'm scrolling through the news feed on facebook when A suddenly talking to me on the chat, we have not talked for many months, but he talks as if nothing has happened, send me links to fun on the internet, to apologize for something I do not remember. Suddenly I'm there, next to a train line, I have on winter clothes, hat mi get caught in the fence, and suddenly it is very smooth, I'm slipping into the bottom of the hill, making one hundred attempts to get up the hat, slip and fall, people laughed. In desperation, I call B, he invites me for coffee, the next thing I know is that I go into the kitchen to Z, it's smoky and people yelling, I ask for B, "he is in the cupboard and play, "I hear the high, thumping bass from the cubbyhole, moves me toward the door, but it is locked and not open when I knock on. I'm wandering around the apartment, it is thick of people everywhere, lots of noise, all are full, all rooms are smoke-filled, my glasses are greasy and impossible to see through, I do not see anything without glasses, either. Every other person I see is similar to B, I grab hold of them, but they disappear. Suddenly, I lie on the wooden airwaves in my own living and sleeping, waking of the M and R is the two-seater and teeth in their smoke, I'm crying in the fistula that they get the pellets out, panicked at the thought that my mom will notice smoky smell, Dei back in the apartment to Z. I tear up the door to the cubbyhole, B looks at me and smiles like nothing, suddenly he's gone, I'm angry, scared, sorry, I should just have a coffee, everyone here is completely fucked , alcohol and drugs flowing over all, I just want to home, but I need help up the damn hill, I'm talking to Oh, "A stack, he did not bother to wait for you anymore," I rudely awakened by the heart in the neck of the wood airwaves in my living room, kaver me off the couch and into the kitchen, put a cup of coffee and tells me that this goes well, it was just a bad dream. Relax.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Catchy Phrases With Back
sexyblake @ 2011-02-27T22:21:00
Film no: 112
"Arsenic and Old Lace" (44)
Director: Frank Capra
Actors:
first Cary Grant (Mortimer Brewster)
second Priscilla Lane (Elaine Harper)
third Peter Lorre (Dr. Einstein)
4th Raymond Massey (Jonathan Brewster)
Best Actor: Peter Lorre.
Best scene:
first Torture scene with Peter Lorre as deadens guilt with alcohol and tormented at the thought of murder in Melbourne.
second The opening scene, even if the story did not lead me anywhere.
third When the question of who built the Panama Canal came up that question in "On the track" in the evening the same day we began to look the movie (which was completed today)!
General appreciation: It was as if the script was the result of one of those games where you type the beginning of a story and folds the paper and send it around the table and letting everyone contribute. In this case contributed to the author, in turn, cynical love comedy a la Woody Allen, Agatha Christie-screen version, HAM ACTING, confusion, comedy, meta-fiction, horror, gore, slapstick and a contribution to the debate on euthanasia. It can also be seen as some kind of processing of Fritz Lang's "M".
Rating: 3 + of 5
Film no: 112
"Arsenic and Old Lace" (44)
Director: Frank Capra
Actors:
first Cary Grant (Mortimer Brewster)
second Priscilla Lane (Elaine Harper)
third Peter Lorre (Dr. Einstein)
4th Raymond Massey (Jonathan Brewster)
Best Actor: Peter Lorre.
Best scene:
first Torture scene with Peter Lorre as deadens guilt with alcohol and tormented at the thought of murder in Melbourne.
second The opening scene, even if the story did not lead me anywhere.
third When the question of who built the Panama Canal came up that question in "On the track" in the evening the same day we began to look the movie (which was completed today)!
General appreciation: It was as if the script was the result of one of those games where you type the beginning of a story and folds the paper and send it around the table and letting everyone contribute. In this case contributed to the author, in turn, cynical love comedy a la Woody Allen, Agatha Christie-screen version, HAM ACTING, confusion, comedy, meta-fiction, horror, gore, slapstick and a contribution to the debate on euthanasia. It can also be seen as some kind of processing of Fritz Lang's "M".
Rating: 3 + of 5
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Bell's Palsy Lack Of Energy
Sandwich cake and shaggy
Just returned from above with little brother with the pears.
Very nice. It was so good to see little brother again, it was very long ago.
Fine, he had also, many new pillows, rugs and china.
Otherwise I informed clearly a bonus mission, and played Sims lääääänge.
Tomorrow will be the household services and treasurer of
/ m
Just returned from above with little brother with the pears.
Very nice. It was so good to see little brother again, it was very long ago.
Fine, he had also, many new pillows, rugs and china.
Otherwise I informed clearly a bonus mission, and played Sims lääääänge.
Tomorrow will be the household services and treasurer of
/ m
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Hot To Build A Snowboard Rail
06 - If it had been my last day
I like to think that if this had been my last day, so had I took me time to take all the people who matter to me and said thank you for everything, good day and goodbye. Reason for me tells me, however, that the reasoning is quite utopian, I am no expert on geography or math, but I can think logically enough to realize that it would become difficult to travel halfway around Oslo, and since, for example, both Bodo , Tromso and Australia in one day. Maybe it had gone, just like that, but I had certainly not had time to actually talk to someone at every stop, so here is what I actually think I would, if this was my last day:
I'd spent a good part time to throw all my things that are a little secret - I would not want anyone to read my diaries from when I was fifteen, no matter how dead I am. Also, I would empty my hard drive for any text that does not require publication, I would have deleted a lot of mail, empty the message memory on your mobile phone and posted a dramatic thanks for my status on Facebook. There is also a risk that I had written a tear dripping resignation letter, as compensation for that I can not travel far and to say have a good person to everyone I am happy in. I would have taken a long and good shower, shaved legs one last time and rubbed in the body with the Strawberry Body Butter, for it would be nice to die in as little messy as possible. I would written down a no-fyliste to the funeral (when I first should be buried, I think it is about me and not about a god I do not believe. I will also like it to play good music, not hymns, and otherwise people could made just the way they thought it fit that they did when they were going to have a day to honor me.), and make sure that my organs could be donated to someone who needed them more than me. I think also I would have taken me a beer or ten, smoked one twenty Grint gasket and a whole lot, unless I actually was old and had nothing more left to live for. Currently, I enjoy the best that life.
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting Bachelor of whining over and lack of motivation, I mimic after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list . (I'm skipping over some issues. I have, for example, not so much the sane to say about food, and I'm no expert on love, so I see no reason to write all too much about it.)
I like to think that if this had been my last day, so had I took me time to take all the people who matter to me and said thank you for everything, good day and goodbye. Reason for me tells me, however, that the reasoning is quite utopian, I am no expert on geography or math, but I can think logically enough to realize that it would become difficult to travel halfway around Oslo, and since, for example, both Bodo , Tromso and Australia in one day. Maybe it had gone, just like that, but I had certainly not had time to actually talk to someone at every stop, so here is what I actually think I would, if this was my last day:
I'd spent a good part time to throw all my things that are a little secret - I would not want anyone to read my diaries from when I was fifteen, no matter how dead I am. Also, I would empty my hard drive for any text that does not require publication, I would have deleted a lot of mail, empty the message memory on your mobile phone and posted a dramatic thanks for my status on Facebook. There is also a risk that I had written a tear dripping resignation letter, as compensation for that I can not travel far and to say have a good person to everyone I am happy in. I would have taken a long and good shower, shaved legs one last time and rubbed in the body with the Strawberry Body Butter, for it would be nice to die in as little messy as possible. I would written down a no-fyliste to the funeral (when I first should be buried, I think it is about me and not about a god I do not believe. I will also like it to play good music, not hymns, and otherwise people could made just the way they thought it fit that they did when they were going to have a day to honor me.), and make sure that my organs could be donated to someone who needed them more than me. I think also I would have taken me a beer or ten, smoked one twenty Grint gasket and a whole lot, unless I actually was old and had nothing more left to live for. Currently, I enjoy the best that life.
-
order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting Bachelor of whining over and lack of motivation, I mimic after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list . (I'm skipping over some issues. I have, for example, not so much the sane to say about food, and I'm no expert on love, so I see no reason to write all too much about it.)
Monday, February 21, 2011
Prooe4bs Remote Start
sexyblake @ 2011-02-22T01:20:00
Film no: 111
"M" (31)
Best Actor:
1st Peter Lorre (Hans Beckert)
second Otto Wernicke (Inspector Karl Lohmann
third Gustaf Gründgens (Safe Break menu item)
fourth Friedrich Gnaß (Sneak-Franz)
Best Actor: Peter Lorre.
Best scene:
first Beckert monologue.
second Blind Justice gives Beckert a balloon in the form of a girl.
third mob mobilizes beggars.
General appreciation Pelle writes essay and sympathize with the police who slept 12 hours a week. And Lorre! His name shall be Peter, the rock, and his will be the keys to Hollywood!
Rating: 4 + out of 5
Film no: 111
"M" (31)
Best Actor:
1st Peter Lorre (Hans Beckert)
second Otto Wernicke (Inspector Karl Lohmann
third Gustaf Gründgens (Safe Break menu item)
fourth Friedrich Gnaß (Sneak-Franz)
Best Actor: Peter Lorre.
Best scene:
first Beckert monologue.
second Blind Justice gives Beckert a balloon in the form of a girl.
third mob mobilizes beggars.
General appreciation Pelle writes essay and sympathize with the police who slept 12 hours a week. And Lorre! His name shall be Peter, the rock, and his will be the keys to Hollywood!
Rating: 4 + out of 5
Crunchy Butter Toffee Popcorn Recipe
sexyblake @ 2011-02-22T00:44:00
The film club has fallen into the constitution of a League of Actually Extraordinary Gentlemen (and Ladies), from filmer sedda i klubben:
1. Barton Keyes (Edward G. Robinson, Double Indemnity )
2. Hercule Poirot (Albert Finney, Murder At The Orient Express )
3. Lisa Freman (Grace Kelly, Rear Window )
4. Ben (Duane Jones, The Night of the Living Dead )
5. Alia Atreides (Alicia Roanne Witt, Dune )
6. Jocelyn Brando (Katie Bannion, The Big Heat )
7. Brandon Shaw (John Dall, Rope )
8. Leslie Benedict (Elizabeth Taylor, The Giant )
9. Michel Poiccard (Jean-Paul Belmondo, À bout de souffle )
10. The Queen (Helen Mirren, The Queen )
Would movie club members end up on a desert island are those relating to agree that like Ben from Night Of The Living Dead and Leslie Benedict from Giant to get there. How convenient! (Brandon Shaw from Rope has perhaps primarily other grades.)
The film club has fallen into the constitution of a League of Actually Extraordinary Gentlemen (and Ladies), from filmer sedda i klubben:
1. Barton Keyes (Edward G. Robinson, Double Indemnity )
2. Hercule Poirot (Albert Finney, Murder At The Orient Express )
3. Lisa Freman (Grace Kelly, Rear Window )
4. Ben (Duane Jones, The Night of the Living Dead )
5. Alia Atreides (Alicia Roanne Witt, Dune )
6. Jocelyn Brando (Katie Bannion, The Big Heat )
7. Brandon Shaw (John Dall, Rope )
8. Leslie Benedict (Elizabeth Taylor, The Giant )
9. Michel Poiccard (Jean-Paul Belmondo, À bout de souffle )
10. The Queen (Helen Mirren, The Queen )
Would movie club members end up on a desert island are those relating to agree that like Ben from Night Of The Living Dead and Leslie Benedict from Giant to get there. How convenient! (Brandon Shaw from Rope has perhaps primarily other grades.)
Spell To Turn Something Into Something Else
An update
I have officially been on my last compulsory lecture. In fact, it starts to get a few weeks ago already, and if we look away from the exam info and three hours subject next Monday, I have officially been on my last lecture period. It feels a little good, a little scary, a bit liberating, slightly numbing. My days now looks like this out, away clock rings at nine, I get up sometime between nine and half past nine, have breakfast, read the syllabus or writing notes to the course, until I notice that the concentration is gone, and when I take a break and do something else until I can concentrate again I spend days in cozy pants and cuddly sweater, drinking tea from the large cup of tea, listening to music ( this , for example) and wait for it to have been enough hours for me to put my school work without feeling conscience, and at night I see the Skins or the House season 5 season 7, or read something that is not reading in bed before I fall asleep sometime between twelve and one. If it's Tuesday or Thursday, I work at night, og hvis det er mandag, onsdag eller fredag hender det jeg trener for å få en avveksling. I helgene er det samme gamle rutine: snu døgnet på hodet, drikke vin eller øl med gode venner, le høyt og bekymringsløst, og gå på trynet i asfalten fordi det er glatt. Tilværelsen føles allerede ganske meningsløs, jeg er lei av mitt eget selskap, lei av monotonien, men jeg planlegger hyggelige ting (Tromsø-tur i mars, kanskje et par andre langhelgturer, Roskilde i sommer, drømmer om backpacking i Asia, fine kvelder) for å ha noe å se fram til i månedene med selvstendige studier. Jeg glemmer å dusje fordi jeg uansett ikke trenger å gå ut, jeg glemmer å spise fordi jeg uansett just sitting on my ass and fail to use up the energy from breaking bread I ate for breakfast, and when I eat I would end up with junk or crap or cardboard, so this summer I'm fat and certainly amiss. Now I complain bad, I realize it, but really, I have it pretty good, I look forward to being tasteful, I'm looking forward to leaving home, I look forward to the summer and I look forward to 6 degrees above zero this coming Saturday. When should I wear my skirt and tights too thin, too I'll regret it when the sun has gone down and it has been cold.
I have officially been on my last compulsory lecture. In fact, it starts to get a few weeks ago already, and if we look away from the exam info and three hours subject next Monday, I have officially been on my last lecture period. It feels a little good, a little scary, a bit liberating, slightly numbing. My days now looks like this out, away clock rings at nine, I get up sometime between nine and half past nine, have breakfast, read the syllabus or writing notes to the course, until I notice that the concentration is gone, and when I take a break and do something else until I can concentrate again I spend days in cozy pants and cuddly sweater, drinking tea from the large cup of tea, listening to music ( this , for example) and wait for it to have been enough hours for me to put my school work without feeling conscience, and at night I see the Skins or the House season 5 season 7, or read something that is not reading in bed before I fall asleep sometime between twelve and one. If it's Tuesday or Thursday, I work at night, og hvis det er mandag, onsdag eller fredag hender det jeg trener for å få en avveksling. I helgene er det samme gamle rutine: snu døgnet på hodet, drikke vin eller øl med gode venner, le høyt og bekymringsløst, og gå på trynet i asfalten fordi det er glatt. Tilværelsen føles allerede ganske meningsløs, jeg er lei av mitt eget selskap, lei av monotonien, men jeg planlegger hyggelige ting (Tromsø-tur i mars, kanskje et par andre langhelgturer, Roskilde i sommer, drømmer om backpacking i Asia, fine kvelder) for å ha noe å se fram til i månedene med selvstendige studier. Jeg glemmer å dusje fordi jeg uansett ikke trenger å gå ut, jeg glemmer å spise fordi jeg uansett just sitting on my ass and fail to use up the energy from breaking bread I ate for breakfast, and when I eat I would end up with junk or crap or cardboard, so this summer I'm fat and certainly amiss. Now I complain bad, I realize it, but really, I have it pretty good, I look forward to being tasteful, I'm looking forward to leaving home, I look forward to the summer and I look forward to 6 degrees above zero this coming Saturday. When should I wear my skirt and tights too thin, too I'll regret it when the sun has gone down and it has been cold.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Watch Movies Off A Usb
We live in a strange time
Lovely, tragic excited insurrections in the Arab world and Wikileaks, it is fun to live in the present.
/ m
Lovely, tragic excited insurrections in the Arab world and Wikileaks, it is fun to live in the present.
/ m
Christina Aguileraboobs
Semeldag and Philosopher Spex
Yesterday was both semeldag and Philosopher Spex, fun, horseplay, mkt, Bathory Monster.
100 pages into The Silmarillion and I will soon begin on the fourth story in the Tiptree Her Smoke Rose Up Forever . I have read discussion threads on the previous morning.
Tiptree adore!
Today I have updated the club website. It had a couple of big errors in the calendar, which came to light yesterday when I was going to advertise our upcoming activities: S
Now is better!
And with pictures ...
Not much done here otherwise, I just sit and ashamed.
fixed under GP it is something that everyone does in Sweden, no excuse in itself.
/ m
22:22 (hahahhahahahaaahhahhaha)
an update, now it feels a little better, has informed the various tasks and thinking about life, the universe and everything.
Just now, I have showered, eaten and seen clearly at Fringe 3:11
Yesterday was both semeldag and Philosopher Spex, fun, horseplay, mkt, Bathory Monster.
100 pages into The Silmarillion and I will soon begin on the fourth story in the Tiptree Her Smoke Rose Up Forever . I have read discussion threads on the previous morning.
Tiptree adore!
Today I have updated the club website. It had a couple of big errors in the calendar, which came to light yesterday when I was going to advertise our upcoming activities: S
Now is better!
And with pictures ...
Not much done here otherwise, I just sit and ashamed.
fixed under GP it is something that everyone does in Sweden, no excuse in itself.
/ m
22:22 (hahahhahahahaaahhahhaha)
an update, now it feels a little better, has informed the various tasks and thinking about life, the universe and everything.
Just now, I have showered, eaten and seen clearly at Fringe 3:11
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Cervical Music Before Menstruation
sexyblake @ 2011-02-17T14:58:00
film club has recently been held at the home of Jennifer, who has no internet connection. Reviews are, however, that in the good old days, preserved in a Word document.
Film no: 108
"Murder on the Orient Express" (74)
Director: Sidney Lumet (the small surfaces to be!)
Actors:
1st Albert Finney (Hercule Poirot)
second Anthony Perkins (McQueen)
third Lauren Bacall (Mrs. Hubbard)
4th Ingrid Bergman (Greta)
Best Actor: Anthony Perkins.
Best scene:
first A hearing Norman.
second The scene at the restaurant in Istanbul.
third The scenes in the restaurant car before the murder, such as Poirots talks with Ratchett.
General appreciation: The actors could provide the kind of old-fashioned gentlemanly polish to his acting, which in all cases Pelle am sure not easy being freed today. And no actor today has the same kind of je ne sais quo by Anthony Perkins. But Jennifer prefers the book.
Score: 4 - to 5
Current music: "There Is A Darkness" (Bonnie Prince Billy), to Perkins' honor.
(04:02:10)
******
Film no: 109
"The Maltese Falcon" (41)
Director:
Actors:
first Humphrey Bogart (Sam Spade)
second Mary Astor (Brigid O'Shaughnessy)
third Peter Lorre (Cairo)
4th Sydney Greenstreet (Kasper)
Best Actor: Humphrey Bogart was Humphrey Bogart and Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre. It may be regarded as an impossible choice.
Best scene:
first To break it down: Lorre becomes first slapped by Mary Astor (Which is a head taller than him), then by Humphrey Bogart. Next, Astor kicking him in the shin and then she attacks him with a high-heeled shoe. When he calls for help succeed Humphrey get him arrested, and he obliged during a day-long hearing to repeat the absurd story that Humphrey invented. When he claims to have made a mockery of mocks him Humphrey. He is also on the recieving end of this note: "When you're slapped you take it and you like it."
second All fade-to-black scenes with Humphrey and treasure hunters, especially when Lorre insists on having EXAMINE Humphrey.
third Humphreys replicated at the end of all things FUTILITY.
General appreciation Characters without surplus, taxes, counterfeit, deceitful men and women who turn gay men unconscious and selling women to the gallows, a disillusioned final reply. In a word, hard-boiled.
Rating: 4 out of 5
Current Music: "He Hit Me" (Grizzly Bear)
(09:02:10)
******
Film no: 110
"Double Indemnity" (44)
Director : Billy Wilder
Actors:
first Fred MacMurray (Walter Neff)
second Barbara Stanwyck (Phyllis Dietrichson
third Edward G. Robinson (Barton Keyes)
4th Jean Heather (Lola Dietrichson)
Best Actor: The unfathomable MacMurray.
Best scene:
first Intro.
second Robinson elaborate on the suicide statistics.
third Love Declaration. "The scene was so good music," says Pelle.
General appreciation: "HIS BOSS'S ONLY LOVE WAS WORK SO HE HAD TO BECOME WORK!"
Score: 2 instead of 2 - to 5 because the final scene.
Current Music: "Devil in Disguise" (Elvis Presley)
(15:02:10)
******
film club has recently been held at the home of Jennifer, who has no internet connection. Reviews are, however, that in the good old days, preserved in a Word document.
Film no: 108
"Murder on the Orient Express" (74)
Director: Sidney Lumet (the small surfaces to be!)
Actors:
1st Albert Finney (Hercule Poirot)
second Anthony Perkins (McQueen)
third Lauren Bacall (Mrs. Hubbard)
4th Ingrid Bergman (Greta)
Best Actor: Anthony Perkins.
Best scene:
first A hearing Norman.
second The scene at the restaurant in Istanbul.
third The scenes in the restaurant car before the murder, such as Poirots talks with Ratchett.
General appreciation: The actors could provide the kind of old-fashioned gentlemanly polish to his acting, which in all cases Pelle am sure not easy being freed today. And no actor today has the same kind of je ne sais quo by Anthony Perkins. But Jennifer prefers the book.
Score: 4 - to 5
Current music: "There Is A Darkness" (Bonnie Prince Billy), to Perkins' honor.
(04:02:10)
******
Film no: 109
"The Maltese Falcon" (41)
Director:
Actors:
first Humphrey Bogart (Sam Spade)
second Mary Astor (Brigid O'Shaughnessy)
third Peter Lorre (Cairo)
4th Sydney Greenstreet (Kasper)
Best Actor: Humphrey Bogart was Humphrey Bogart and Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre. It may be regarded as an impossible choice.
Best scene:
first To break it down: Lorre becomes first slapped by Mary Astor (Which is a head taller than him), then by Humphrey Bogart. Next, Astor kicking him in the shin and then she attacks him with a high-heeled shoe. When he calls for help succeed Humphrey get him arrested, and he obliged during a day-long hearing to repeat the absurd story that Humphrey invented. When he claims to have made a mockery of mocks him Humphrey. He is also on the recieving end of this note: "When you're slapped you take it and you like it."
second All fade-to-black scenes with Humphrey and treasure hunters, especially when Lorre insists on having EXAMINE Humphrey.
third Humphreys replicated at the end of all things FUTILITY.
General appreciation Characters without surplus, taxes, counterfeit, deceitful men and women who turn gay men unconscious and selling women to the gallows, a disillusioned final reply. In a word, hard-boiled.
Rating: 4 out of 5
Current Music: "He Hit Me" (Grizzly Bear)
(09:02:10)
******
Film no: 110
"Double Indemnity" (44)
Director : Billy Wilder
Actors:
first Fred MacMurray (Walter Neff)
second Barbara Stanwyck (Phyllis Dietrichson
third Edward G. Robinson (Barton Keyes)
4th Jean Heather (Lola Dietrichson)
Best Actor: The unfathomable MacMurray.
Best scene:
first Intro.
second Robinson elaborate on the suicide statistics.
third Love Declaration. "The scene was so good music," says Pelle.
General appreciation: "HIS BOSS'S ONLY LOVE WAS WORK SO HE HAD TO BECOME WORK!"
Score: 2 instead of 2 - to 5 because the final scene.
Current Music: "Devil in Disguise" (Elvis Presley)
(15:02:10)
******
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
What To Wear To A Sorority Induction?
snowing make it, again.
As usual, just when I dared go out without spikes ...
/ m
As usual, just when I dared go out without spikes ...
/ m
Pinnacle Tv Center Seriennummer Finden
shoemaking and the Silmarillion
Today I got together and sewn-in key races and orderly bläteshål. I was invited to tea, nice, not so nice to know that the last time it was offered tea was shoemaker accused of having poisoned tea drinkers ...
Ikea to work today, great!
Two good days before winter vacation also.
Group Therapy.
weekend on the island, Melodifestivalen, clichébingo and sing star.
Sunny and lovely on the porch!
On Monday, I met a cheerful and sassy Vanessa, yesterday a talkative and lovely princess.
had coffee at Le Pain Francais both days.
On Friday, it will be lunch with Paro at Maharani.
On Saturday it semeldag and late student horseplay with the princess.
Media Update:
Escape from New York , the 80 - century it was different, simpler in some way, at least in terms of the science fiction films that have survived until today.
fine effort from Kurt Russell and Lee Van Cleef.
Queen and I , knasbra, made me ready to cry for different reasons.
Regarding X-Files I'm done with season 5! So now I'm on the extras.
Then it's time for Fight the Future movie!
On bokfronten I'm done with Dust , it was great and I'd love to read nose book in the series.
group discussion around the book was also helpful. Next bokklubbsbok is Leguina The Dispossessed , I've read, I remember, so instead I have that one incident started with
Silmarillion !
Martin Shaw makes a wonderful, magnificent effort, and when I listen to the book on the tram feels all the little life just so small and meaningless in comparison to Tolkien's world of creation and the war between good and evil.
But I am math on the patriarchal, heteronormative, Eurocentric tone ...
I have about 60 pages.
I'm very happy to hear all the difficult words pronounced in what I assume is correct.
/ m
Today I got together and sewn-in key races and orderly bläteshål. I was invited to tea, nice, not so nice to know that the last time it was offered tea was shoemaker accused of having poisoned tea drinkers ...
Ikea to work today, great!
Two good days before winter vacation also.
Group Therapy.
weekend on the island, Melodifestivalen, clichébingo and sing star.
Sunny and lovely on the porch!
On Monday, I met a cheerful and sassy Vanessa, yesterday a talkative and lovely princess.
had coffee at Le Pain Francais both days.
On Friday, it will be lunch with Paro at Maharani.
On Saturday it semeldag and late student horseplay with the princess.
Media Update:
Escape from New York , the 80 - century it was different, simpler in some way, at least in terms of the science fiction films that have survived until today.
fine effort from Kurt Russell and Lee Van Cleef.
Queen and I , knasbra, made me ready to cry for different reasons.
Regarding X-Files I'm done with season 5! So now I'm on the extras.
Then it's time for Fight the Future movie!
On bokfronten I'm done with Dust , it was great and I'd love to read nose book in the series.
group discussion around the book was also helpful. Next bokklubbsbok is Leguina The Dispossessed , I've read, I remember, so instead I have that one incident started with
Silmarillion !
Martin Shaw makes a wonderful, magnificent effort, and when I listen to the book on the tram feels all the little life just so small and meaningless in comparison to Tolkien's world of creation and the war between good and evil.
But I am math on the patriarchal, heteronormative, Eurocentric tone ...
I have about 60 pages.
I'm very happy to hear all the difficult words pronounced in what I assume is correct.
/ m
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Hack Sidekick 08 For Minutes
03 - Mom and Dad
mom and dad met when my mom started working on the job to the dad. They moved together, got me, bought the apartment, got married, got a little sister and when I was three was the sign, and I was one of the privileged kids who grew up with two bedrooms, a double set of Christmas and birthday gifts and the opportunity to say to dad that "I am allowed by my mom," and vice versa.
Mom and Dad taught me to love books, and I learned how to read long before I started school. From Mom I got the same genes, freckles and the toe next to big toe, and from my dad I've got Portuguese genes, the body of the grandmother and the last four toes. My mom taught me the value of playing Foo Fighters loud every time you do housework, she learned me of Leonard Cohen when I still wore diapers, and she is jealous when I go to a concert with, for example, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Patti Smith and Neil Young. Daddy is jealous when I go to a concert with Neil Young and Patti Smith, and it is his fault that I adore the Beatles. He is also responsible for that I love Star Wars, Final Fantasy and WarcraftIII, and my mom is partly responsible that I study what I study. When I can not find more unread books in my bookcase I tend to look at mum's and dad's bookshelves. Where can I find such Ingvar Ambjørnsen, Wassmo, Lars Saabye Christensen, Erlend Loe and Tove Nielsen, and if I pop a little extra care can I find books of writers that I've never heard of, but I am madly in love after reading two pages.
mom and dad my have done a good job, and now that I'm old enough to realize how cool they are, it's not very difficult to understand how I have been so cool!
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting of whining over the bachelor and lack of motivation, second I am after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list .
mom and dad met when my mom started working on the job to the dad. They moved together, got me, bought the apartment, got married, got a little sister and when I was three was the sign, and I was one of the privileged kids who grew up with two bedrooms, a double set of Christmas and birthday gifts and the opportunity to say to dad that "I am allowed by my mom," and vice versa.
Mom and Dad taught me to love books, and I learned how to read long before I started school. From Mom I got the same genes, freckles and the toe next to big toe, and from my dad I've got Portuguese genes, the body of the grandmother and the last four toes. My mom taught me the value of playing Foo Fighters loud every time you do housework, she learned me of Leonard Cohen when I still wore diapers, and she is jealous when I go to a concert with, for example, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Patti Smith and Neil Young. Daddy is jealous when I go to a concert with Neil Young and Patti Smith, and it is his fault that I adore the Beatles. He is also responsible for that I love Star Wars, Final Fantasy and WarcraftIII, and my mom is partly responsible that I study what I study. When I can not find more unread books in my bookcase I tend to look at mum's and dad's bookshelves. Where can I find such Ingvar Ambjørnsen, Wassmo, Lars Saabye Christensen, Erlend Loe and Tove Nielsen, and if I pop a little extra care can I find books of writers that I've never heard of, but I am madly in love after reading two pages.
mom and dad my have done a good job, and now that I'm old enough to realize how cool they are, it's not very difficult to understand how I have been so cool!
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting of whining over the bachelor and lack of motivation, second I am after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list .
Monday, February 7, 2011
Cervical Spondylosis Golf
02 - My first love
I've had many first loves. I can write about Mats, who was my girlfriend when I was two, we had the sticky hands of children and mom and my mom got us his to hug and cute. I can write about Andrew, who was my girlfriend in kindergarten, my mom says we used to sit behind the couch and Kline, but that's not true, for there was no room behind the sofa, and besides, snogging, we do not, you making out not when you is five. I can write about all the boys in first grade, because I was in love with everyone, a new one every week. I can write about all avstandsforelskelsene, Zack Hanson, Aaron Carter, Ron Weasley, Amy Lee. I can write about Benjamin, I can write about Khalid and I can write about Betty, she with the blue hair and contagious smile.
But I do not write about it. I write about her I got to know the Gaysir when I was sixteen, she with the beautiful eyes, she who had a scarf in pride colors the first time we met, when we drank coffee and smoked Luckies at Garage. Martin was the first my boyfriend, we were together in exactly three weeks, and during the three weeks did I have my first (negative) face of Sambucca, get sunburnt, drink beer and barbecue in the park, I managed to eat ice cream , and Martin managed to start the tradition that says that it is not summer before Ms. Stokkefot face in the water. It was three weeks of sunshine almost every day, followed by three weeks of tears, for all know that first love does not last forever. It was summer, I got over the defeat and the fall was Martin's best friend, I drove her with tram from the station to end station with smoke breaks between departures from the stations, too much caffeine in the blood. Martin was to blame in that I love my Roskilde festival, she is responsible for much of my taste in music, she is still one of the very best friends, and in March I will visit her in Tromsø.
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting of whining over the bachelor and lack of motivation, second I am after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list .
I've had many first loves. I can write about Mats, who was my girlfriend when I was two, we had the sticky hands of children and mom and my mom got us his to hug and cute. I can write about Andrew, who was my girlfriend in kindergarten, my mom says we used to sit behind the couch and Kline, but that's not true, for there was no room behind the sofa, and besides, snogging, we do not, you making out not when you is five. I can write about all the boys in first grade, because I was in love with everyone, a new one every week. I can write about all avstandsforelskelsene, Zack Hanson, Aaron Carter, Ron Weasley, Amy Lee. I can write about Benjamin, I can write about Khalid and I can write about Betty, she with the blue hair and contagious smile.
But I do not write about it. I write about her I got to know the Gaysir when I was sixteen, she with the beautiful eyes, she who had a scarf in pride colors the first time we met, when we drank coffee and smoked Luckies at Garage. Martin was the first my boyfriend, we were together in exactly three weeks, and during the three weeks did I have my first (negative) face of Sambucca, get sunburnt, drink beer and barbecue in the park, I managed to eat ice cream , and Martin managed to start the tradition that says that it is not summer before Ms. Stokkefot face in the water. It was three weeks of sunshine almost every day, followed by three weeks of tears, for all know that first love does not last forever. It was summer, I got over the defeat and the fall was Martin's best friend, I drove her with tram from the station to end station with smoke breaks between departures from the stations, too much caffeine in the blood. Martin was to blame in that I love my Roskilde festival, she is responsible for much of my taste in music, she is still one of the very best friends, and in March I will visit her in Tromsø.
There are no pictures of me and Martin from when we were together, but here we are in September the same year, when Martin turned 18
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting of whining over the bachelor and lack of motivation, second I am after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list .
Friday, February 4, 2011
Colloidal Silver Solutions For Bv
“it’s not a kissing scene — it’s a ton of kissing scenes"
In fact, the closest Leo play FBI Director Edgar Hoover in "J. Edgar". Clint Eastwood directs, Leo plays transvestite, Leo's lover played by the man who was Winklevoss twins in "The Social Network" and the sex scenes are in 3D!
The disease is that it's true!
(Kevin Spacey in mind:
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In fact, the closest Leo play FBI Director Edgar Hoover in "J. Edgar". Clint Eastwood directs, Leo plays transvestite, Leo's lover played by the man who was Winklevoss twins in "The Social Network" and the sex scenes are in 3D!
The disease is that it's true!
(Kevin Spacey in mind:
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Play Online Simpsons Hit And Run
01 - About Stokkefot
Hi, my name is Stina, and in April I fill 22 years. I'm on my third year of a Bachelor's degree in social work and works part time at a leisure club. I have been since eighth grade school tired, and you can probably discuss how smart it was to start studying as soon as I finished high school, but now I'm almost done, and my days as a mediocre student will probably not be missed except when I suddenly one day sit there and feel like in two months summer vacation.
Anyway, let's start with Ms. Stokkefot. She has followed me since eighth grade, and is the one who is to blame every time I give a shit me out. I could probably have written up more books about all the stupid I've done. I am a perpetual klutz, and the only reason I to date have never broken a bone in the body, is that I am born with Goldilocks in the ass. Besides, I'm equipped with a good dollop of self-irony, and without that ability I would probably have died of shame for many years ago - namely, to look far for someone who is better at making things difficult for themselves. On the other hand, I do with a good dose of entertainment for those who hear about pinlighetene mine, and it's always good to know that you can make others laugh, if nothing else.
I like to laugh, and if I laugh a little extra lot, it happens that I grunted a little in the process. The I laugh the most is: to see people go on the face, myself (not with me, but of me. see previous paragraph.) political inaccuracy.
Once upon a time I was very creative, and used all the free time writing, drawing and painting, but then I started on media and communications, lost all faith in myself and gave up his dream of becoming a writer. Once upon a time I was also convinced that I could very much about politics, I used the Palestinian scarf and had both purse, belt buckle and hat with Che Guevara, but then I found out that I really can not anything about politics, and that there is no point in getting involved, for peace on earth After all, a bad project, and it will be limits to what one should expect to have to expose themselves to. At one time I read fiction all the time, but then I started studying, and now I read the curriculum of public transportation, reading in his spare time, reading in bed, and only occasionally fiction in the breaks, I'm tired of reading, and I excited like a kid on Christmas Eve until I can sell all the books and curriculum to fully concentrate on Ambjørnsen, Bjørneboe, Loe, Renberg and Wassmo again. At one time I saw a movie the other day, but I do not have time anymore, and now gathering dust dvd my collection down while I fill up all hard drives mine with Six Feet Under, Rome, Dexter, House MD, Skins and OZ.
Things I like: television shows, movies and books that make me laugh, cry and race with the characters, kitty, being awake at night, sleeping by day, dancing, the peace I get when I occasionally find the motivation to draw, summer, festival, Roskilde, long hug and kiss even longer, to sing out loud to loud music while driving on the highway, music, general, I love music, all genres from rap to metal to punk to pop to the mental to the singer, to dress me a dress that makes me feel really nice, and then flirt uncontrollably with all that bothered, body butter from body shop, wine, beer and strawberries, to sleep in someone's arms, even grilled cheese with hot dogs in the park in the sun, and wet wipes at Roskilde.
What I do not like: insomnia, spiders when I'm not prepared to wake up the next day and think "fuck," not to have any more pussycat, when I fall asleep at inappropriate times completely because I just did not manage to leave, racism , to sit with a pencil over the paper, thinking "Blowing It," and give up because I do not know where to begin, caffeine shock, alarm clocks, the smell of gasoline or newly laid asphalt, not to afford to buy cds because I have to buy textbooks and pay the bills, my inability to refrain from exposing to do the things I do not want to do, leader of the Møller and the feeling you get in your body when you get that one has forgotten to taking birth control pills.
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting of whining over the bachelor and lack of motivation, second I am after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list .
Hi, my name is Stina, and in April I fill 22 years. I'm on my third year of a Bachelor's degree in social work and works part time at a leisure club. I have been since eighth grade school tired, and you can probably discuss how smart it was to start studying as soon as I finished high school, but now I'm almost done, and my days as a mediocre student will probably not be missed except when I suddenly one day sit there and feel like in two months summer vacation.
Anyway, let's start with Ms. Stokkefot. She has followed me since eighth grade, and is the one who is to blame every time I give a shit me out. I could probably have written up more books about all the stupid I've done. I am a perpetual klutz, and the only reason I to date have never broken a bone in the body, is that I am born with Goldilocks in the ass. Besides, I'm equipped with a good dollop of self-irony, and without that ability I would probably have died of shame for many years ago - namely, to look far for someone who is better at making things difficult for themselves. On the other hand, I do with a good dose of entertainment for those who hear about pinlighetene mine, and it's always good to know that you can make others laugh, if nothing else.
I like to laugh, and if I laugh a little extra lot, it happens that I grunted a little in the process. The I laugh the most is: to see people go on the face, myself (not with me, but of me. see previous paragraph.) political inaccuracy.
Once upon a time I was very creative, and used all the free time writing, drawing and painting, but then I started on media and communications, lost all faith in myself and gave up his dream of becoming a writer. Once upon a time I was also convinced that I could very much about politics, I used the Palestinian scarf and had both purse, belt buckle and hat with Che Guevara, but then I found out that I really can not anything about politics, and that there is no point in getting involved, for peace on earth After all, a bad project, and it will be limits to what one should expect to have to expose themselves to. At one time I read fiction all the time, but then I started studying, and now I read the curriculum of public transportation, reading in his spare time, reading in bed, and only occasionally fiction in the breaks, I'm tired of reading, and I excited like a kid on Christmas Eve until I can sell all the books and curriculum to fully concentrate on Ambjørnsen, Bjørneboe, Loe, Renberg and Wassmo again. At one time I saw a movie the other day, but I do not have time anymore, and now gathering dust dvd my collection down while I fill up all hard drives mine with Six Feet Under, Rome, Dexter, House MD, Skins and OZ.
Things I like: television shows, movies and books that make me laugh, cry and race with the characters, kitty, being awake at night, sleeping by day, dancing, the peace I get when I occasionally find the motivation to draw, summer, festival, Roskilde, long hug and kiss even longer, to sing out loud to loud music while driving on the highway, music, general, I love music, all genres from rap to metal to punk to pop to the mental to the singer, to dress me a dress that makes me feel really nice, and then flirt uncontrollably with all that bothered, body butter from body shop, wine, beer and strawberries, to sleep in someone's arms, even grilled cheese with hot dogs in the park in the sun, and wet wipes at Roskilde.
What I do not like: insomnia, spiders when I'm not prepared to wake up the next day and think "fuck," not to have any more pussycat, when I fall asleep at inappropriate times completely because I just did not manage to leave, racism , to sit with a pencil over the paper, thinking "Blowing It," and give up because I do not know where to begin, caffeine shock, alarm clocks, the smell of gasoline or newly laid asphalt, not to afford to buy cds because I have to buy textbooks and pay the bills, my inability to refrain from exposing to do the things I do not want to do, leader of the Møller and the feeling you get in your body when you get that one has forgotten to taking birth control pills.
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order to avoid that my blog will be a klagemur consisting of whining over the bachelor and lack of motivation, second I am after everyone else on the internet and blogs for this list .
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