Oh really?

So!

I need to go to Berlin.
On the 12th of November.
A Thursday.
And it needs to be after noon because I have class 'till then.
And then I need to go back on Saturday the 14th.
For free, if possible, since I don't have any money whatsoever.

...

Yeah, not going to happen, is it.
The cheapest I could find is a lot.
Ffs.

Fuck Don DeLillo.
Seriously, fuck that motherfucker.
And fuck an entire course containing solely his work.
The end.

I
am
SO
excited
about
this.

So I'm back from Roskilde Festival, one nosebleed, a couple of fucks, a cold and a lot of amazing gigs and experiences later.
I'll post some phone pictures later when I can find the time. Right now I need to drag my snot infested self to bed before I cough my lungs up. Don't want to mess up my laptop.
See you around, assholes.
Peace and fucking x

Alison, Nadia and co. tonight.
Then beers.
Sleep.
Work.
Gig.
Beers.
Sleep.
Chilling.
Sleep.
Work.
Goodbye to Alison and Nadia.
Party.
Beers.
Break boy from Greenland's heart again.
Sleep.
Pack.
Pack.
Unpack.
Pack.
Sleep.
Roskilde Festival.
...
Chaos.

I HATE this week.
It has been so UNBELIEVABLY shit and if it doesn't fucking end soon, I'm going to through myself in front of a very big truck.
I can't fucking believe how bad it's been and how fucking horrible my mood has been. I'm not even depressed, I'm fucking WAAAAAY beyond depressed - I'm ANGRY! Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, everything I come across makes me angry, angry, ANGRY!! I feel like yelling at everybody, I sigh loudly at almost everything and I don't want to be anywhere, not even where I am. I could murder someone. Or something. A small animal would do, a worm, a teddy bear, anything as long as I get to rip its fucking heart out, poke its eyes out with scissors and choke it till it no longer is.
I AM ANGRY!
So don't fucking come near me today.

I'll go into yesterday's gig when I'm able to take my arms down for more than a minute at a time.

So many things have happened and I wanna write about 'em all. Unfortunately, I don't the time to tell everything so I'll say this: tomorrow is Manics day and I haven't been this excited in 10 fucking years.

I want this

http://www.postgraduate.bham.ac.uk/prog2009/combined/arts/playwriting-studies.shtml

I really, really want it.

So I click on the International entry requirements link and lo and behold

http://www.international.bham.ac.uk/prospective/countryinfo//

Do you see it? How the D in the little alphabet there isn't an active link? How when you casually scroll down the page it goes from Cyprus and the STRAIGHT to Egypt?
Wtf, man?

Great, LJ just deleted my entire post.
Well fuck you then, you can't have my words now.

Aaah.
Lazy Sunday.
Sitting here, sun blazing through my window, Tom Waits on the stereo, smoking a cigarette. Life's good.

The end.

So I get a FB message from Dan (who's in Atlanta), saying 'Manics, Broen, when? How much? Can you get me tickets?'

And I'm thinking, 'Broen? That sounds an awful much like a short version of the 1-day festival Rock Under Broen, which is held in my good old home town, Middelfart. Surely, he must mean some other festival...right?'

No. The Manics are playing my home town.
I've been waiting for this for 10 years.
10.
Years.

....

I am so confused right now.
And happy.
I'm so happy.
Even though they're horribly late, to the point where I'm not sure I even like them anymore, they made it here.
Thanks guys.
<3

When 2008 turned into 2009 I was worried. Musically.
See, the last 3 or 4 years I've had at least a couple of gig tickets waiting to be used in the new year and this year, I only had one. A good one, Depeche Mode, but still, it's not till late June and I need more than one gig to look forward to!
Normally I get at least one or two exciting gigs in March and April, but this year there has been none. My favourite venue, Vega, has proved unable to excite me at all. No, I DON'T want to see Franz Ferdinand play live one more fucking time, thank you very much.

However, it seems that Roskilde Festival is making up for the lack of Spring gigs; first they announced Mars Volta and now *drum roll* Nine Inch Nails. And if that wasn't way more than enough (and it is; Nine Inch Nails live = amazing), Gogol Bordello are playing Vega a couple of days before we march forward to Roskilde Festival. Yay!

So now I just need the following things to happen:
- I need Portishead, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, PJ Harvey, Devendra Banhart and My Vitriol to play Vega
- I need Interpol, The Kills, Deftones, QOTSA and Manics to play Roskilde Festival.

There. I'm just leaving it out there, you know, in case the God of Music is watching or something.

Hello!

Today was odd.
I went into work at 8.30 AM and did very, very little, less than usually. It's a slow month, to say the least, and everyone's running around looking a bit frustrated with this fact. Understandable, of course, but only half of me cares. The other half of me is happy to be getting paid for surfing Facebook. Today I got to do a bit of translating, however, so that was nice. I like being the go-to girl on this one.
My boss pissed off already at 10.30, though, so the rest of the day was spent studying for class.

Trust me to run into the fucking snow on my way from work to uni. So soaked and unhappy I sat with one man with a severe case of Tourette syndrome at 6 o' clock, an extremely loud-mouthed man-of-the-world-wise-cracking-idiot at 9 o' clock and some semi-retarded lump of a cunt who kept blowing his nose REALLY, FUCKING LOUDLY every 10 minutes. So that was fun. Luckily, the class was excellent, but I knew it would be, because the teacher is excellent. Funny how you after a few years of doing this university stuff, end up picking classes on the basis of who's teaching them.
Went home, had too long a nap, ate home made sushi and now I'm watching TV. My knee's bothering me, the cunt.

Oh, did I tell you? I've quit smoking. Didn't plan to, just sort of happened when I was ill and simply couldn't smoke. A week went by and it just seemed pointless to start up again. I've had a couple since, but they tasted horribly and made me feel rather queasy, so I doubt I'll be trying that again. Now I just need to test myself on a big and drunken night out. If I can survive one of those, I'm cured. But I'm not going to go all weird about smoking or anything, it's involuntary so it's not 100 per cent heartfelt, so if I fall, it's okay. I just don't want to be smoking all day every day any more, it really, really bores me. Anyway, just wanted to slip that bit of news in. And now you can act shocked.

I've got mucus, phlegm, snot, headaches, an aching body and absolutely no energy. What am I? Oh yes, that's right, I' super-mega-monster ILL!

Sigh. I've got the flu. Not even a common cold, no, of course not, I've got the flu! And a nasty one too. You know the one where no matter how many layers of clothing you put on and how many duvets you hide under, you're still shivering because there's a layer of flipping frosty sweat on your back. Yes, had that for a couple of days, now I'm hot all the time. Even my top lip split. It hurts like a motherfucker.

There. That was today's moan.
Now I'm going down to see if my Monty Python box set has arrived, then I'll go to the pharmacy to get a fresh supply of drugs and then I think I'll go and buy some food that isn't bread.

Happy birthday to me.
I've had one of the best birthdays ever. I didn't even know it could be such a pleasant experience. And no, I'm not kidding, the date of my b-day has always (and will always be) shit, but somehow, everyone I know and care about managed to come together and make it great in their own way, friends, co-workers and family members alike. I'm impressed.

I love you and I don't tell you that as much as I should.

Ooh poor Kristoffer's just been evicted.
Him and his roommate have to be out by the end of the week.
He's in shock, I think. He just called me and sounded totally... off, you know. I had to tell him to be practical and begin to think about what he wanted to bring with him. He's moving in with his big brother, so that's good at least, that he has him.
Still. What a fricking mess.
:-(