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Gender: Female
Status: Engaged
Age: 24
Sign: Capricorn

City: perth
State: Western Australia
Country: AU
Signup Date: 8/7/2006

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Monday, May 26, 2008 

Current mood:  inspired
With two and half weeks to go to the big day, I finally typed in the word "wedding" in google as I still feel that I have a very blurry idea of what a wedding actually should look like.

I'm so glad I did not turn to the internet for inspiration earlier or I might would've ended up with these invitations:

 
or


One of these dresses:



This hair:


And this groom:



You'd think that with so many gay men in my life I should have no trouble planning this wedding thing, but I have to admit that I am struggling. Hair, up or down? Flowers? Colours? When do we cut the cake (mmm.. cake.. We're having mud cake cup cakes, at least that was an easy decision to make)? Who will give speeches? And when? I'm starting to understand why people remarry. You need some practice before you get these things right.

And why do you always have to knock your head on your bathroom shelf so that that stupid nail polish bottle that you never use anyway falls, breaks and splashes all over the floor, just minutes before you have to go to work?

And why has Jack filled my computer with gay music from the 90's?

I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood


Aaah, Gary…

Although: "Got a fist of pure emotion"? that's a confusing and disturbing image. To take a leaf out of Ash Unicomb's book : battered women - sounds delicious…



And why can't I keep the both the english and the swedish words for "the recovery position" in my head at the same time. The second i remember in it one language I forget it in the other.

And, speaking of the English language - I watched the Eurovision song contest last night. First of all - I had no idea that they showed it in Australia. What if they think that this is an actual, prestigious music competition with the best music talent and fashion that we can muster? But, more importantly, here they show it with the British BBC commentators, and they are such bitter little bitches who keep saying that the reason the UK never wins is because all the countries vote politically and give their votes to their friends. Which might have a fair bit of truth to it (Sweden gave their 12 points to Norway..). But, shouldn't they be more worried about the fact that they have no allies in Europe, rather than bitching about not winning some ridiculous competition? And stop and think that it might have something to do with the fact that they sat there all night and laughed and imitated all the Europeans "funny accents" and linguistic errors. Sure, so did I, but I am allowed as I am a certified holder of a funny European accent myself. Right? It's not racist if a black person says it. Hmm. Anyway, Russia won. Our song was crap. I liked France.
 
C'est tout.


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Thursday, April 17, 2008 

Current mood:  argumentative
Woah, it's been a while. Getting the internet sorted turned in to quite the epic story as you are apparently not considered trustworthy enough to sign up to pay $39/month if you have moved house in that past year. Doesn't matter if you've had the same job for 20 years (even Jack's mum got declined when she tried to sign up for us) -  if you've moved house, you are obviously a junkie.

Anyhow, it's sorted now.

So, what's new? I've got two jobs, one that I can stand and one that I can't stand. I'll probably quit the second one tonight. I'm the best at quitting things. I was the queen of dropping out of and swapping classes in gymnastiet. Ah, the look on Sune's face every time I walked in to his office to let him know which subject I was fed up with this time.  Ah, hans norrländska suckar… (And no, that has nothing to do with sucking.)

I had the flue for about a week and a half, which was annoying. I haven't been sick at all since I left Europe, so I'd forgotten just how irritating it is. Specially as I couldn't afford to take any time off from work so I had to sneeze on people's sandwiches.  Whenever I wasn't at work I tried my best to get better by staying in bed with cups of tea, chocolate and crappy women's magazines.  I don't often read them (except for that time I got a free subscription of Cosmopolitan for six months many years ago),  but I sometimes manage to convince myself that I sorta enjoy them. But I really don't. At all. And I know that you are all already aware of why they suck and why the are hypocritical, but I'm just gonna go ahead and have a rant about them anyway. Here we go:

They all claim that they are trying to empower women and make them feel better, to make them love themselves. And, yes, they are (kinda) getting a bit better, because they write stuff like "learn to love your curves" and "accept your body the way it is" and "it's not about being super thin, it's about being healthy".  And it would be truly great of all women across the world, regardless of their size, shapes or facial features would feel amazingly happy about what they saw in the mirror. But that will never happen. And that's not the end of the world. Here's the thing that these magazines fail to realise: you can hate the way you look, but still be a happy confident person.
When I was younger I hated the way I looked. I was too skinny and had weird teeth that stuck out so much I couldn't even close my mouth. And sure, sometimes I had my low moments because of that. But overall I was a pretty happy kid. I had no problems talking to anyone and loved attention. I would say that my self-esteem was higher than most (better looking) kids. I just based my self-esteem on being considered the 'smart kid' in school and the fact that I got along well with most people. It wasn't until I was about 16 that this started to change. I had now had braces and gone through puberty, and started to get compliments about my looks, which I found quite confusing. Then I accidentally shaved my head when I was 17 which made me look like a lesbian/cancer kid and things went back to normal.
Being considered ugly or strange-looking can be quite liberating. The key is not to "learn to love the way you look" but to simply to not give a shit. When I didn't have any hair I pretty much stopped looking in mirror, because I didn't really like what I saw. I didn't wear any make-up, because I found it pointless (you can't polish a turd). But feeling ugly didn't stop me from feeling good about myself. I had other things going for me. I got together with my first boyfriend and fell in love for the first time, I made lots of new friends as this was the first year of gymnasiet, and I got good marks in school. And those things were all more important the feeling confident about the way I looked.
As my hair grew back I slowly started to feel better about the way I look, but as I got more confident about my looks, I also became more vain and shallow. I now feel good about my appearance, but I'm trying to not base too much of my confidence on that as I know that my looks will disappear as I grow older. I'm almost looking forward to letting myself go and going back to not giving a shit.
So why are these magazines writing about how to improve your looks, or what you should wear depending on which body shape you are, or which lipgloss will suit your skintone? As if being the best-looking version of you  is the only way to feel good about yourself. As if feeling good about your outside will automatically make you feel good about your inside. Do you feel fat and kinda ugly? Good, you're more likely to be a more interesting person. Now, stop looking yourself in the mirror/try to find a dress that will make your hips look smaller/spend money on make-up that won't make much difference anyway and go and do something useful and fun with your time instead.

That was my rant.

I'm gonna have a nap now. 
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Thursday, January 31, 2008 

Current mood:  calm
hej

so, first things first - sorry for being a bawbag as I have not kept in touch with my old palsies lately, but I don't have internet at my house anymore. to connect to the internet I have to go and sit in the park across the road from our house and connect to someone's unlocked wireless internet. which isn't really that much of a hassle I guess, but my laptop dies after about 40 minutes and I also don't really feel like sitting by myself in a park with my laptop in the middle of the night (that's when my need for internet usually creeps up on me). apparently it's a dodgy park with gays lurking around the public toilets. gosh.  

but yeah - we've moved house. we (jack, colin and I) now live in this great semi-detached house right next to hyde park (yes, perth has a hyde park too) with high ceilings and nice floor boards and no less than three fire places. we can now ride our bikes/walk most places and I almost feel like I can function like an independent person again, which is pretty great. the house is really way too good for us, so we cannot believe our luck and I quite enjoy rubbing it in the faces of the many despaired people currently looking for a place on perth's competitive house market *cough* kathrine *cough*

I've eaten so many djungelvrål today. and I can sort of see colin's point when he says that they taste like nosebleed. which makes me feel a bit yucky right about now.

and, I've painted a fridge again. I didn't have lisette to help me this time, which was a bit of a disappointment, but with jack's help we managed to get our fridge nice and turquoise (that's such a gay spelling for an equally gay colour) in the end. and we got some awesome fridge magnets from a garage sale a couple of weeks ago that  put that extra cream on the mashed potatoes if you know what I'm saying.

so, I had my first australia day on Saturday which was an exhausting experience as I was at work for nine hours and then went straight to the celebrations. the basic idea of Australia day is quite similar to swedish valborg - get pissed and then get a bit more pissed. only add some barbeques and paddle pools to the picture. the party I went to had all three of these elements so I guess it was quite the success.  it also had a rank smelly carpet (all the water from the paddle pool went all over the dance floor), water balloon fights, cupcakes, an old canoe, an abundance of old TVs (some of them hooked up to Nintendo 64), a roof to watch the fireworks from, random kids that made you feel old, and some sort of bacteria that made its way into my body and gave me food poisoning. not very surprising, I guess, considering that the general hygiene at the party was equal, if not worse, to Indian standards, which have given me many interesting internal fits of pain and agony in the past. at least, this time, it was not accompanied by sitting for hours in a rickshaw surrounded by hindu music and strangly calm and laid back cows.

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but hey, come check out our new house. housewarming/engagement/jack's birthday party on the 16th of Feb.

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Tuesday, January 01, 2008 

Current mood:  contemplative
2008

so futuristic, don't you think?



so, this is the time of year when you're supposed to reminisce about the year that has gone, say some profound words about what we have learned, and make some guesses about what the coming year might hold.

so here we go:

this year. this has been a pretty long year for me. or at least, the beginning of the year feels really far away. when 2006 (another long year) turned into 2007 I was at a party at gay-chris' house worrying about his strange flatmate and interfering with the dramas of the scottish cinema (not the movies, obviously, but the staff of the cinema that I hadn't been working at for a while at the time). I think I'm just going to be a bit of a copy cat and do this a bit like colin did it in his blog. colin is unfortunately also the one person in this world who had the most simular 2007 to me, but hopefully I'll be able to make my list a little bit different. I think, just for the sake of being different, that I'm going to divide the year into two parts, edinburgh and perth.  


edinburgh
"thank you for contacting *blah* technical support, my name is maja, how can I help you?" / just a wee dochin' doris / the bongo van / antm / salmon pasta / walking to sainsburys every sunday / bus 25 to shitehill / camera obscura / ryan air / minimising windows every time someone approached my desk at work / peptalks / the meadows / dancing to five live dvd and feeling sorry for shaun / grape fruit salad / the elephant house / the smell of the elephant house / sofa bed / dublin / 24 hour scotmid / Leith walk / the word "well" said in a french accent / mark / myspace / annoyingly cold showers in the morning / the brass monkey / detective musgrave / catering gigs / running for the bus at 7:57 every morning / spastic dancing at bannermans / drawing a penis on the gingerbread house and not being able to stop laughing about it / arthurs seat / the dragon lady a.k.a linecke / learning italian/french/finnish/spanish (not really) / number 55 from the vending machine / heroes / new dehli / nadja's tits and growing belly / photoshoots with colin /clay movies



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perth
fancies / choc bombs / waiting for the bus / theme parties / comedy / bremer bay / mr manly cocks / the long blondes / fresh provisions / skimpy of the week / rottnest  / max headroom / the moon / FLB / arrested development / 80's dance off / subway  / jack / timtam / the pursuit of air-con / bush fire / havanianas  / brown st / breaking in to houses / cockroaches / customer specials / nerd stock / buttercake / upholstery plans / sushi / scrubbing walls in miles' new house / the super pit / the deck / finding free bikes everywhere / terrifying death trap of a playground somewhere between perth and bremer bay / beth ditto's boobs and shoes / fixing the wireless internet over and over again / spice girls / getting engaged / the brass monkey / gay dancing / how you going? / pissing australians off by pointing out that it's not "koala bear", as a koala actually isn't a bear / caramel sundaes from hungry jack's / fixing josh makinda's hair / getting used to calling burger king 'hungry jack's' / windmills / facebook / getting ripped off at the royal show





 

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ok, so now it's time for some profound words about what I have learned this year:

- just because a guy dances like a gay doesn't necessarily mean that he is gay.
- if you double dip a choc bomb it is more likely to crack.
 
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and now, let's look into the future. what might 2008 have in store for me? well, if it is anything like
2007 and 2006 it will be pretty unpredictable. but hopefully I'll be moving in to a nice house next week. and in may/june I'll get married. other than that, I have no idea. 

(and, as I've had some requests about a photo of jack where he doesn't look like a clown, here's a picture where he is trying his very best to look sophisticated and handsome. ah bless.

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Monday, December 24, 2007 

Current mood:  hot
god jul

and so this is christmas. sure doesn't feel like it. at all. I'm trying though. I've been singing along to all the christmas songs we've been playing in the clothes shop the last couple of weeks. bless australia and their christmas songs. it's something rather contradicting singing stuff like "walking in a winter wonderland", "frosty the snowman" and "come on, it's lovely weather, for a sleigh ride together with you. giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, let's go, let's look at the show, we're riding in a wonderland of snow." when it's so hot outside that life without air-con is life not worth living.

luckily, for me, I am house sitting this week. in a house with air-con.

some of you might've heard some rumours about me being engaged. and yupp. it's true. even got a ring to prove it. I'm getting married in april/may. which is pretty soon. and I'm surprisingly calm about it. feels very right. the lucky guy is a jack tandy. and no, I will not be mrs maja tandy. I'm sticking with brydevall. it's good to have a surname that doesn't rhyme with anything. tandy rhymes with a million things. but, anyway.. I feel like I'm getting a bit sidetracked  here; we're getting married. in the cinema. so the guests can munch on popcorn and choc bombs. I think this will be the wedding of the year, if not the century. I'll keep you posted.


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Sunday, November 18, 2007 

Current mood:  bouncy
hi y'all.

so, lately I've been pretty nostalgic about the old motherland - sweden. it all started when I discovered the facebook group '80-talisterna på facebook', where they reminisce over old childhood phenomenons that everyone born in sweden during the 80's can realate to. here are a few of the many things that unite us (and I will not bother to translate it to english as it will not make any sense to you none-swedes anyway):

Vi som lärt oss räkna genom att räkna antal pet-flaskor som behövs pantas för att köpa 100 st 50-örestuggummin

Vi som var den första generationen som kunde zappa mellan Skurt och Björnes magasin

Vi som i våra egna dagböcker inte kunde undvika att använda samma fraser som i "Berts Dagbok

Vi som trodde att vi blev rika när guldtian ersatte papperstian

Vi som trodde att pins i stil med "Rör inte min kompis" skulle förändra världen

Vi som fick hjälpa läraren att trycka på play på videoapparaten

Vi som smaskade omkring med Jenka, Shake eller Hubba Bubba i munnen

Vi som läste Lyckoslanten

Vi som är de sista att komma ihåg movieboxen

Vi som var jäkligt skeptiska till MSN när det kom då ICQ faktiskt fungerade alldeles utmärkt

Vi som lärde känna Robert Gustavsson genom Björnes Magasin och inte Parlamentet

Vi som går igång på "När du hör den här signalen... *pling* ...när du hör den signalen, då vet du att det är dags att vända blad. Då börjar vi..."

Vi som vek alla våra nya tjugokronorssedlar till skjorto

Vi som fick onödigt mycket information om att vi skulle ringa 112 i stället för 90 00

Vi som kunde ringa in och få chansen att spela Hugo i direktsändning (och tycka alla andra var så dåliga) för att vinna sega råttor av Sofi Prop

Vi som spelade snake på datorn som små innan det dök upp på mobiltelefonen i tonåren

Vi som var de som började med lunarstorm och vi som tog jävligt lång tid på oss innan vi hade hjärtat att sluta med det


and then I went to IKEA and bought some julmust. they didn't have apotek-arnes, but spendrups was enough to take me back to christmas-the-way-it-should-be (which does not include sunshine and 35 degrees heat). I have to admit that I miss Swedish winter. I know that it's wet and cold and horrible and that the sun sets at four o'clock in the afternoon and that the bright sunny days with the city covered in white clean power snow are few if any. and I know the smell of wet scarves and gloves and how long it takes to get your winter boots on and off, and how your hair is constantly filled with static electricity and gets in your face and on your nerves, and I know what it's like to wait for your fucking västtrafikbuss forever whilst shivering from the cold so much that your muscles actually start to ache. but I still miss it. those clean, crisp days with the sound of snow under your feet and your breath condensing in the air. aaaah.
 
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I have now seen 4 cockroaches in my life. one in India and three in Australia. I think I prefer detective musgrave* any day.

I've had a pretty good weekend over all. in case you were wondering. I made up for all that sleep that I never got during the week (what with work, movies, plays and 80's dance offs) as I slept in till 13.00 on Saturday, saw some of the shittiest comedy I've ever seen, got an excuse to wear my new hot jumpsuit to a theme party (I'm longing for a theme-less party. what's so wrong with just being yourself, isn't that what everyone keep telling you that you're supposed to be?), watched a decent amount of arrested development.. and I've had a pretty domestic day today. I've cleaned the house, done the laundry, helped colin paint a chair and put up some wallpaper** in my bedroom. and here comes jack walking up my driveway***, yay!


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* the mouse that lived under my bed in Edinburgh
** not really wallpaper. just a big paper table cloth from IKEA
*** my cue to stop being a blog nerd.


we're rad!!



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Monday, November 12, 2007 

Current mood:  loved
every now and then I sort of step out of myself, take a look around, and think to myself "hm, how did you end up here, maja?". like when I've just started a new job somewhere and they give me a bag full of money and ask me to skip away to the bank with it, although all they know about me is my first name and my mobile phone number. or better yet, when someone hands me a key that will give me access to an entire public school and put me in charge of thirty 12-years olds, with them knowing neither my first name nor my mobile phone number. or when I find myself spending christmas eve with my friend's flatmate's brother's girlfriend's family somewhere out in the sticks in scotland. or when I give some guy in england road directions over the phone because his gps navigation system failed him (my knowledge of English geography could at best be classified as "limited"). or when I'm spending an entire evening with my great granddad's second wife listening to her telling the same stories yet again whilst I'm pretending to eat her strange cakes. or when I'm woken up at seven o'clock in the morning to come and look at and take pictures of a really long canoe somewhere in india and then pay money for it (but we felt guilty about pouring their palm tree sap beverage in the river and dropping one of their sticks in the water as well, the night before, so we played nice). or when I'm singing 'just a wee deoch an doris' in front of scottish people in australia even though I'm swedish.

or when I find myself in an attic in australia with three girls with dirty feet practicing a self choreographed dance to the song maniac. in 39 degrees heat. so that we can perform said dance on stage in order to win fairy floss. or equally useless price.

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so, today was the hottest day of my life yet. I was in my air-conditioned shop for 10 and a half hours of the day though, so I only really noticed when I walked from my shop to the food court. which is about a 40 seconds walk outside. it almost killed me. I'm getting a bit concerned.

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Friday, November 09, 2007 

Current mood:  sleepy
I hate it when a guy doesn't get the door,
even though I told him yesterday and the day before
I hate it when a guy doesn't get the tab
and I have to put my money out and that looks bad

ah, avril.. thank you. I mean it. thank you. finally someone who dares to tell it like it is. because, girls, honestly, isn't that what we really, really, reeeaaally want? deep down underneath all that feminist bullshit about us being capable of doing complicated tasks such as opening doors and earning our own money?




glad we sorted out that misconception, avril.

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so. now. I just have to tell everyone - I've won a very prestigious competition. I was crowned the Nerdiest and Best of Nerdstock 2007 last weekend! which deserves two thumbs up and a retarded smile if anything. I was very pleased as I felt as if I've fallen out of touch with my inner nerd since I stopped doing tech support. but, as these pictures will show, she is still in there, and she's hotter than ever:





colin's inner nerd isn't half bad either:





this is the painting I won! and it's not just any painting - it's actually painted by myself, miles, colin, jack, naomi and some random nerdstock enthusiasts. miles did the outline of the face (max headroom) and divided it in to patches and gave each patch a number which represented a colour, and we filled them in. painting by numbers basically, only on a pretty large scale. I was colour number 6.





over all, it was a pretty great day.

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and the headline is referring to my-wittiest-moment-yet that I had earlier tonight.
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Monday, October 15, 2007 

Current mood:  cheerful
yup, today's blog is going to be a boring one. mostly just a big, long survey.

but, before that, I can tell you, loyal readers, that I have now managed to NOT give my phone number to a Public Transport Random. he asked for it, and I said NO. I felt pretty bad though, because he was a rather nice one, I think. although he started his conversation by pointing at my self-indulgent pin and asking "so, what does madja mean?". big mistake.

now it's spring here. I've been to the beach twice already, and my shoulders have been taught their first lesson by the australian sun and the lack of ozone layer. ouch. my poor wee head is a bit confused by the concept of going to the beach mid-october, and the fact that they've already started to put up christmas decorations makes everything slightly surreal.

now, let's hear it for big, long survey!

1. Do you smoke weed?
no. but i'll trust anything chocolate with sprinkles.

2. Have you kissed somebody in the last 2 weeks?
yes. yes I have. *looking like a casanova*

3. Who are the last people that came to your house?
colin. but he lives here. miles was here yesterday.

4. Last alcoholic beverage you had?
hm. honestly cannot remember. I think someone said not long ago "woah, that's the first time I've seen you have a taste of alcohol", but I can't remember who or where.

6. Is there someone you want to fight?
not in a physical fight, no - but I quite often have daydreams about having arguments with people (where I am superiorly intelligent, knowledgeable and witty, obviously).

7. Song playing?
none. the intro to arrested development was on a minute ago, but now all I can hear now in the background is colin being creative.

9. What are you doing tomorrow?
working in the ol' cinema,

10. Do you know what a tragus is?
I misread it and thought it said targus, which is a laptop accessories company who's tech support team I used to steal buffet food from back in the day. but it said tragus, so now I'm lost.

11. Name all your piercings.
by the power invested in me by some dickmunch, I hereby name them mary and michael.

13. Have you ever watched the Britney Spears movie, Crossroads?
yes. I downloaded it and watched it by myself one boring night many years ago. can't really explain my behaviour. the next day I re-enacted the entire film to my sister whilst my mum and stepdad were packing up their flat to move to the east coast.

14. What did you do today?
I woke up early from being warm and worried about cinema money, fell asleep and woke up again when jack's wee wifey ryan called about a million times. had a nice morning, got to work late, got pissed off with the state of things at work (clothes shop), applied for another job in a place I don't really know if I want to work (but no dress code! yay!), caught a train (we've got trains again, yay!) and a bus home. had a shower, took pictures of colin checking out his own behind, ate some of colin's curry, watched arrested development, and now I'm here.

16. Are you tired?
not really. was tired about an hour ago, but I just ate half a showbag and the sugar is starting to kick in.

18. What color socks do you have on?
skin coloured.  

19. What color is the shirt you are wearing?
white. with black print. I think I might be able to see my nipples through it.

20. Are you a predator?
no. not even close.

24. Do you love anyone?
I don't love anyone. not even christmas. especially not that.
no, I do love people. quite a few, come to think of it.

25. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
in school helping amanda set up her lunarstorm. gah, how time flies.

26. How long does it take you to get ready?
in the mornings I usually want a good hour so I can walk around like a retard whilst my brain is still asleep.

27. Have you been outside of Australia?
not since I got here.

29. Last movie you watched at the theaters?
death at a funeral. had to go to this pre-screening for important people from the industry. you know.

30. Why do girls say they aren't going to cheat then they really do it anyway?
well, of course they wouldn't say that they ARE going to cheat. no one plans to cheat, do they? and if someone plans to cheat, but tells the cheatee, its not really cheating, now is it?

31. Do you wish at 11:11?
no. but 22.22 will always be the magic number.

32. Do you wear contacts or glasses?
yes. contacts. one of them (the right one) fucked up my eye the other day, so I took it out, and spent two days with just one contact lens. that fucks with your head, I'm telling ye pal.

33. How much does your cell phone bill average?
$29/month. or £10/month. or 69:-/month. depending on which country I'm living in. I'm a *cough* world traveller, you see. I'm so awesome I wish I could make out with myself. I try sometimes, but I keep banging my teeth into the mirror.

34. What was the last rumor you heard about yourself?
I don't think I've ever heard a rumour about myself. hm. I think martin bornstein was trying to make people think I was pregnant when I was 17. so I'd like to take the opportunity to point out that it was untrue, made up, and completely bogus.  

35. Happy?
yeah. because I just had a good phone call.

36. Who is the last person you hugged?
jack, this morning? I guess. or, I think it was more him carrying me around upside down.

37. The last place you went out to?
the rosemount.

38. Who/What made you angry today?
my job.

39. Do you sing in the shower?
in the shower, in my shop, on the bus, in the streets. I'm not that fussed really.

40. Has anyone ever sang or played music for you personally?
yes. on more than one occasion. last time I had a lovely drum-serenade in my honour.

45. Do you find yourself loved?
yes.

46. Has anyone you were close to you passed away recently?
no.

47. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?
good question. I don't know. the other day I fell asleep in the parking lot outside red rooster on my way to work.

48. Whats orange near you?
a grape fruit, confusingly enough.

49. What is your natural hair color?
boring shade of dark blonde.

50. Where was your default pic taken?
in the queens, a looong time ago (a month AND a bit, even!)

51. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
some other place.
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Wednesday, October 03, 2007 

Current mood:  calm

I'll tell you what I like. I like to confuse people with kindness. like when they are expecting some sort of conflict and they are in defense-mode. when I worked in my shop back home in sweden we had the policy of accepting anything that the customer claimed was damaged. even if we knew it was just a load of rubbish and they just didn't want that top anymore and wanted to get their money back. so they were all ready to get into some sort of argument about whether the top was faulty or not and I would suprise them by being insanly nice to them.

or when people come in to the cinema to use the toilets and try to sneak past me. so, I go up to them and ask them if they need any help, and they look all guilty and defensive and are trying to come up with something clever to say. then I just say "you just want to use our toilet, don't you?" and then give them a big smile and say "go on then!". aaah, to see them hesitate for a split second, and then switch from their defense-mode to a big relieved smile and skip happily towards our toilets. that just makes my day.

another thing that makes my day: you're at a pedestrian crossing and there's a red light, but the cars are all standing still and you're not sure whether it's because you are about to get the green man, or if the cars are about to. we've all been there. so, you cross the street anyway, and when you are almost safely across, you give the people still standing still a really smug smile. a smile that will tell them that "yeah, that's right! i'm one tough motherfucker, and you are nothing but a flock of sheep. A flock of sheep that people like I would eat for breakfast-had-it-not-been-for-me-being-a-vegetarian.". that just kills them.


 

I'm working 14 hours today. and my two jobs are clashing into one really bad outfit (clothes shop skirt + cinema shirt + me delibirately trying to look like shit because i called in sick to the shop yesterday (because I had to work at the cinema, so I'm not that much of a bad person, right?), and I want to look as if I am still a bit sick = not very pretty).

I want to sleep now. just crawl up in the popcorn mashine. but then i would have to add 'smelling like fake butter' to the equation above and then no one would want to be friends with me.

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