mr brightside - the killers

Now they're going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it's all in my head

But she's touching his chest now

I know what a few of you - if you're part of a certain sect in TX, USA - thinks: Friggin' gay band, stop listening to them or you'll turn gay yourself!

http://www.lovegodsway.org
http://www.lovegodsway.org/GayBands
http://www.eveningservice.com/Video

Reading this shite makes me not to say frustrated, but also slightly scared. "God hates fags; Listen to the music video here". I mean... what the fudge? What's happening?

For thou honorable people that refuses to read anymore of these sites after seeing what they contain, I can give you the content in short.

An American sect, another of many based in Texas, is pumping out their message to the world: God hates faggots, homsexuality is a sin and a choice, and homosexuality shall be fought.

Bullshit. Shoot me in the foot and send me to Lucifer, but it's plain bullshit and nothing else. This whole site is proclaiming hate and narrow minds, and honestly: It makes me sick. I honestly feel nauseous while reading it, but in a more or less angry way. If I one time would have the "privilege" to meet that Reverend Donnie I'd sincerely poke him in the eyes.

Just for fun, I'd like to present the following bands from the "gay warning-list" that I listen to:

Cole Porter
The Doors
Queen
The Strokes
Morrissey
Pet Shop Boys
Judas Priest
Rolling Stones
David Bowie
Elton John
Eminmen (if the twat is talking about "Eminem", then yes)
Nirvana
The Killers
Motörhead
30 seconds to Mars
Frank Sinatra
Nickleback (but ain't it spelled "Nickelback"?)
Audioslave
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Panic! at the Disco
Elton John (really gay!)

Please observe that Sir Elton John is mentioned not once, but twice.

What does this mean? Am I gay? Am I going gay? Should my parents send my mp3 to the moon and kill my computer?

Tell you what, it doesn't mean shit. It's bullcrap. The only thing it states is that I'm listening to artists that some manic Christians somewhere consider to be... satanistic? Or gay for that part. Don't ask me how someone could proclaim among others Sir Mick Jagger or Eminem to influence homosexuality. And if they would, should we bother?

Before starting with the mainpoint, I'd also like to comment the totally horrible music video. That's the one making me sick, yes.

Sick with worry, sick with disgust. Sick with despise, sick with astonishment.

That blasted Reverend, that looks like a caricature, is more or less jumping around there plinking on his guitar and singing his foul message. I'll now give you the lyrics:

Mmmm ... yeah, yeah
(Rofl... is he moaning?)

Give me strength to fight temptation
Lord, lead me to your salvation
The Bible says as plain as day
With a man you shall not lay

Lord, you are my strength
Fill me with your love
Help me fight these feelings
Help me rise above

Lord, help them hear me and make clear my voice
'Cause being gay is nothing but a choice

CHORUS
God hates a fag
God hates fags
God hates fags
So if you're a fag, He hates you, too

Read the Bible and you'll be sure
To enter heaven, there's no back door
Righteous man, get on your knees
There lies no virtue in sodomy

Lord you are my shield
Sustain me through the fight
A shelter from the urges
And help me see the light

You filthy sinners should just let me be
'Cause Jesus my savior's the only man for me

REPEAT CHORUS

Lord, you are my strength
Fill me with your love
Help me fight these feelings
Help me rise above
Lord, help them hear me and make clear my voice
'Cause being gay is nothing but a choice

REPEAT CHORUS

Tell you what Reverend, fuck off. Just, fuck off. Go burn, jump down the Niagara Falls to feel the wind rushing through your hair, kick a bull in the nuts, try flying from Empire State Building. I honestly don't care, but I'd as sure as anything be happy if you'd earn yourself a Darwin Award for removing yourself from the planet in an utterly stupid way.

The thing that this song is implying is that if you believe in God and follow his rules, you'll have a nice time in heaven after you're dead. If you don't however, you'll burn in hell forever more. Which I think isn't really the way that most Christians believe, at least not the ones that I've met. In any case it doesn't sound as the vision of an all-loving God to me.

What is really the sin in homosexuality? That some men prefer men (to focus on the male part of homosexuality, that is the one that gets most attention after all) and thereby has anal sex by logical reasons? Simply that they're not as everyone else, but follows another way? Who knows, perhaps the Reverend got raped by a big muscular criminal sometime?

Without involving religion, homosexuality is something generally seen with sceptism in society. "Faggots", what are they really? They're humans, and nothing else. Men that likes to sleep with men and falls in love with men and women that likes to sleep with women and falls in love with women. Are they anything less worth just because of that? Are they not as much human as you and me?

What's next?

We can state the following: Male gays are seen with more sceptism than female ones, generally. Is it simply that Average Joe is afraid of the fact that they're taking it in the rump?

The fanatics says that sodomy in itself is a sin, and sodomy actually means anal sex in that case. Are all the young (and elder for that part) couples trying anal sex commiting a sin?

Is BD/SM a sin?

Is bondage a sin?

Is any sort of sex rather than a male and a female in a missionary, with both getting their orgasms at the same time, a sin?

Think about it, can we really define a sin? Of course we can't! Because we all have different interpretations of the world, and not all of us are religious.

So what can we do? We can wake up, we can simply realize that we can't judge people from what they are or aren't, but by who they are. Personality, deeds and doings. People are individuals, and shall be judged from themselves and nothing else. You can't judge someone without talking to him or her, at least not in a fair way.

Are we really so narrow that we can't accept that the person next to us doesn't get turned on the same things as ourselves?

To end, I'd like to quote two really good things that Koc said, while discussing this with me:

*When I sent him the link with the gay bands*
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
Hahahahahahahahahahah
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
oh wait
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
Scissor Sisters,
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
I totally agree with that sect
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
What the fuck, The Doors?

*After having watched the music video*
- Interstellar Tsar
säger:
Sending him a mail would be fun
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
Hi
I'm a devout catholic, but when I look at the picture of David Hasslehoff (that
is hanging on my wall) I get this strange feeling. A feeling that makes me all
excited.
- Interstellar Tsar säger:
ETC. ETC.

I rest my case and thank Koc for giving me a few laughters, even though I was quite pissed off by then, I'm cooling down now at least.

I hope I'm starting some kind of debate here: It sure as hell is needed. Take queries or opinions with a comment if you want to, I'll answer if needed or motivated.

Cheers, now go out in the world and love eachother!

I would also like to add that I do respect religions and religious beliefs, I however have a hard time accepting or for that part respecting when they are proclaiming against a certain group of people or encouraging violence, as well as times when it demaddnds or proclamis missionaring. /Snugglie

a kind of magic - queen

It's a kind of magic

The waiting seems eternity

The day will dawn of sanity

Is this a kind of magic?

"This song is a tribute to my medicines"... Na, not really, but that medicine against the coughing is... niiiice.

I've most likely lost my mind since I decide to stay at home and cure my illness on a day without any Science-lessons for my part. If I'd stayed home tomorrow instead I'd have missed in total 145 minutes of Biology and 75 of Chemistry, not to mention a 80 minutes long Maths-lesson in the morning.

The fact that I couldn't speak this morning was however convincing enough for me to realize that I should get some rest. The following fact that I was also sneezing, not able to breathe through my nose and at the same time coughed my intestines up didn't make it better.

Yes, I am a fucking whiner and I'll try to stop with that for now.

However, the day's been spent in glorious Ystad in either the kitchen, my room or by the telly. I started the day with going to sleep again, which was both nice and utterly well-needed. Then I've... cleaned, cleaned more, read the paper, read a book...

Ah yes, I also watched The Cider-House Rules by Lasse Hallström. Totally wonderful movie, just like every Hallström. For my part he is without doubt the best director ever from Sweden, with titles like Shipping News, Chocolat and the masterpiece What's Eating Gilbert Grape. I gotta get those movies someday. Collecting ftw.

I saw the sunset when going shopping at ICA. Some day when I'm slightly more deep I'll write something about this one of very few beautiful and good things with my hometown.

I've also spent some time putting some pics into my picture journal. I suggest you take a look:

http://www.snugglie.bilddagboken.se/

Totally painful Tuesday tomorrow... Maths, Biology x2 and Chemistry. Lucky I have Swedish at least. And it doesn't matter as much since I'll get to see the other fellows in any case. And that's good. That's always as good.

Cheers!

Cheers!

shuffling - snugglie

Found this slightly interesting thing somewhere on the Internet. Don't ask me where, 'cause I don't think I remember. Ah well. Variation's always nice, ey?

1. Put your music player on shuffle.

2. Press forward for each question.

3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. NO CHEATING!

4. Tag 10 people to play this game too. (Fat chance: I've got more important things than tagging people. Just do it if you feel for it. *Feeling rebellious*)

1. How are you feeling today?

I'm Ready - Bryan Adams

This recording's horrible, I gotta try to find a better version. However, Bryan Adams in good form on his breakthrough record, good song.

2. Will you get far in life?

Soul Kitchen - The Doors

Say what? Becoming a chef?

3. How do your friends see you?

Karate - Tenacious D

Fellers... I'm not that violent, am I?

4. Will you get married?

Reign of terror - Stratovarius

Holy hell... This doesn't seem to be my day, really.

5. What is your life’s theme song?

Love Over Gold - Dire Straits

"I choose love over gold..." Wonderful song, finally some luck.

6. What is the story of your life?

Salvador - Jamie T

Weird fellow from Wimbledon that sings about women from here to Salvador. No, I don't get it.

7. What was high school like?

En av alla dom - Lars Winnerbäck

Heehee. If it's about the gymnasium, I believe that I've got some time to change it, at least?

8. How can you get ahead in life?

I'm going slightly mad - Queen

Now this is weird. I simply can't, and will be driven insane trying? Or I might getting somewhere by getting mad. Who'd notice another madman in the world anyhow?

9. What is tomorrow going to be like?

It's Only Love - Bryan Adams

More Canadian rock from his break-through album.

10. What is the best thing about your friends?

Kom ihåg mig - Lars Winnerbäck

"Den vackraste stunden i livet var den när du kom..." I like this song. Nice choice.

11. What is in store for the next weekend?

Chasing Shadows - Stratovarius

Well, last time I tried this the answer got Running from the devil by Reverend Horton Heat, this is at least slightly better.

12. What song best describes you?

Working Class Man - Jimmy Barnes

Australian rock anthem? Cool.

13. How is your life going?

Ride the river - JJ Cale & Eric Clapton

Yay, two ol' druggie-buddies that recorded an album together are singing a song about me. "Rolling down that ol' river boy... all my worries far behind." Nice.

14. What song will play at your funeral?

Grease - Frankie Valli

Hell yeah.

15. How does the world see you?

Oh, Pretty Woman - Gary Moore

... sod off.

16. Will you have a happy life?

New Year's Day - Charlie Robison

A nice country-song about the new year, about a fellow by the border. It sounds happy at least.

17. What do your friends really think of you?

You're My Best Friend - Queen

Naaw... Seems like the shuffle-god has decided to be nice to me again.

18. What song describes the person you’re attracted to?

Sweet Lady - Queen

<3

19. What message would you like to tell the next generation?

Happy New Year - Rent

This is interesting... Kids, don't try to be actors. Get a real job!

20. Do you have a deep dark secret?

Only the Blues - Charlie Robison

Snugglie: It's getting symbolic by now, but no, I don't believe so myself.

Shuffle-god: Silence! Thou shalt think as I command and ignore thy own will!

Snugglie: Yes master.

21. Do people secretly lust after me?

Tunnel of love - Dire Straits

Haha, not that it matters too much to me...

22. How can I make myself happy?

Summer Nights - John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John

Hell yeah.

23. Will I ever have children?

Kom Hem Till Mej - Lars Winnerbäck

"Så kom hem till mig, så gör vi nåt ihop..." ^^

24. What’s some good advice for me?

Break On Through - The Doors

Alas Jim Morrison, are you trying to say something to me? Ah well. I interpret it as "Survive IB!".

25. How will I be remembered?

Wearing the inside out - Dire Straits

Now this's interesting... x_x

26. What is my signature dance song?

Down Under - Men at Work

Yes, I really do love this song.

Traveling in a fried-out combie

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie

I met a strange lady, she made me nervous

She took me in and gave me breakfast

And she said,

Do you come from a land down under?

Where women glow and men plunder?

Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover.

Well, that's all for me for today, I guess. I'm having my first TOK-lesson tomorrow (Theory of Knowledge that is) and then I have P.E. in the school gym. Wonderfulness. And then I'm probably going to spend the evening with dearest Ems.

Cheers!

ta undulaten - martin stenmarck

För jag har det så bra som en man någonsin kommer att ha det
Luften är fri och jag älskar att va de men du, ge fågeln mat
Ge undulaten mat

New blog-domain, as most of you might notice. Otherwise you are either a new reader, suffering from amnesia, blind, or simply slow thinking.

Today went from a long day of hard work to a day where half of the time was spent relaxing in some way. Cancelled Spanish, no Physics for Group B, and more or less voluntarily Swedish lesson due to the lesson being spent reading Ondskan, which I'm already finished with.

What is the deal with using a whole lesson for reading anyway? I mean, people are able to read outside of school too, aren't they? Well, guess I shouldn't be so narrow-minded: most people actually don't have a 75 minute bus ride where it's most enjoyable to read a good book.

It's still cold as the Finnish version of hell.

Yes, in Finland, at least in old times, the vision of hell was a placed constantly covered in ice, cold and barren. Slight difference, and I guess it's more horrible than the inferno that we're talking about. But who knows, it might be my frozen brain talking and longing for summer.

New day tomorrow, thereby I need to be off.

Cheers!

telegraph road - dire straits

Then came the mines - then came the ore
then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river. . .

I do without much doubt consider "Telegraph Road" as one of the best songs ever made. When the guitars, the bass and the drums reach total unisonity and Mark Knopfler sings the line "telegraph sang a song about the world outside" I can't do anything but smile and enjoy a pure masterpiece, something that together with Money for Nothing and Brothers in Arms has to be considered as the magnum opus of both Knopfler himself, and Dire Straits as a band.

Our new schedule seems to be at least slightly fubar. Every second Tuesday afternoon will be nothing but painful for my poor mind... First Biology, then Chemistry, and then Biology again. I tell you, it's bleedin' silly. I don't even care about it, and then having a whole afternoon with it? Urk.

We've got snow here. And lots of it. Bloody, it's not supposed to be snow by now! Snow my Christmas equals very good, but this time a'year it's only disturbing and a slight safety risk. Not only the risk of slipping and not only humiliating but also potentially hurting yourself with the fall, but also that your walks over the weirdly shaped schoolyard of Katedralskolan might get suddenly interrupted by flying projectiles of compressed, frozen rain.

All for today, I've got English-homework to do, and a promise to myself to actually take my studies seriously from now on. Or at least try. I don't want to end up with a G. I'm sure I will get it in some subject anyway, can't tell which though...

It doesn't matter that the grades in PDP doesn't really count. I want good grades, if not else for my own sake. To actually show to myself that I'm as good as I'm supposed to be (comparing to earlier standards, that is) even if it's a completely despicable subject that I don't care about at all.

A G feels like a failure, simply. I'm not afraid of many things at all in life, but one of the things I am slightly scared of is failure. Personal failure on any level, and to in the end be nothing but a nobody, someone that simply flushed his education down the drain. And it doesn't matter if it's just a crappy Biology test, it still feels like a failure. And it will still make the slight shame burn inside my mind.

As I stated two paragraphxs ago, enough for today.

Cheers!

romeo and juliet - dire straits

A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

"You and me babe, how about it?"

I might have the memory of an empty glass bottle from time to time, but I'm sure that at least a few of you readers have better memory than both me and the above mentioned glass bottle.

However, it's gone a week since I stated the folliwing in my blog:

Love? I'll have you a definition in a week.

Well, I guess it's been quite a week too. Tuesdays and Wednesdays aren't really friends of mine, Tuesdays are the worst ones. Two science-lessons in a row... Hoo-fuckin'-ray. Although I also had my last Drama lesson Tuesday, I got me VG as expected. I also got a very good comment for my CAS-diary, very, very good. And she more or less said that if I'd been there since the start I could have gotten a MVG... now that's cheering one up.

Well, as I said, a week ago I stated that I'd try to have you, my readers, a definition of the most peculiar thing in the human world: love, or as in Irish, [lu:v], which at least I consider more a charming word than the usual Anglo-Saxon one.

I can only speak from my own experience.

And even though that is a new thing for me it feels just as good. One week, two weeks, what does it matter? It's the fact that I today have someone to love that is the important thing.

Can onre really define love? Can one define feelings at all? It is like getting the question of how to define a colour.
Human bering 1: "Define green!"
Human being 2: "Er... the colour of grass?"
Human being 1: "'tain't no definition, you bastard you!"


Some thing simply aren't adjusted to the vocabulary of human beings. In this case, drawings are probably better, just as well as music. But still, the pictures one paints with letters and words can come to be so much more than the ones made with ink and lead.


Love, for the first it is something that you've got to be slightly lucky to experience. A tango takes two as you're aware of, and so does love. The most tragic, suppressing and above all desperate feeling there is, is the one of unanswered love. To feel attached to a person that doesn't feel the same is like trying to climb a mountain wall drenched in soap.


When one however actually encounters it, it's all different though. First the slightly awakening interest, only to have it escalate. For a while the two gets closer to eachother mentally, and feels together even when they're not even close to each other physically. In the end, there is a fork. Either the way where the two decides to leave it be, and let it pass.


And the other way being the one where two persons looks eachother in their eyes, and rather feels than says that it's for real.


Love is to think about a person every awake hour. Love is to long for someone every minute
of sense in a crazy world. Love is to every second feel your heartbeats and thinking that it actually beats for someone.

Love is a most peculiar thing. To feel and to believe, to care and to trust. To not only think, but know, that you would do anything for that one special person that is blessing you with her love. To, when you feel her head resting on your chest knowing that nothing in this world can be horrible or dangerous enough for you not protecting her against it.

To actually raise your head towards the sky and plead to God that even though you are a sinner and a heretic, even though you are a non-believer, can't He bless the one that you love and holding His protective arm around her.

Love is the sweetest thing on Earth, and the thing that can make even a humble human in a huge world feel like a king.


I know it's corny: I was born that way.

But I at least don't know how to describe a thing like this without being, or getting.

Wonderful evening yesterday. One of the most wonderful ones.


All for me. Tomorrow school, Lund, the world.


Cheers!

sunday bloody sunday - u2

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

Yes, I choose to quote a song like this today. A somewhat melancholic, dark and sad song from another great music export from the Emerald Isle. And one can say what one please, but well; U2 has definitely reached greater success than my favourite, Gary Moore.

I actually try to have some meaning in the songs and quotes from the same that I use. To have it symbolizing something that's happened during the day, or whatever the blog post might be about, or what I'm thinking of or feeling like at the moment. Believe it or not, but I actually try to say something with these introductions. Just thought you should know. Now, back to the show.

We had Civics today for last lesson. That's nice. We actually had a smaller argument down in the basement (PDP-land), since a few people seemed to be tempted by the thought to skip Civics in order to get a long afternoon instead. Me and a few others quickly despised the thought as totally unreasonable: Civics, together with the two History-lessons a'week makes one being able to stand the horrific hours of Chemistry and Physics and slightly also Biology.

However, Civics also manage to hit my mood downwards sometimes. Not the subject itself, heck no, and it's not the same way of being down as when sitting in the back of the Chemistry classroom, trying to stay awake even because of the sound of the air-conditioner, a boring teacher and a totally dull subject. No, more the mood of "What the bloody is happening to this planet o'ours?". Some things are just too much.

Yes, some things. Examples?

• Pictures I saw from the Vietnam War. Yes, way back in time, but still something that shouldn't ever, ever be forgotten.


• Russia's terror in Chechnya, that's been for the gods-knows-how-long, and that doesn't seem to have an ending. And dammit, don't even try to report from it! Remember what happened to Anna Politkovskaya of the Novaya Gazeta, murdered outside of her apartment. There's something rotten in the state of Russia.


• Iraq. Iraq, Iraq, Iraq... What where they thinking, the USA, when they invaded it? Hopefully of the oil, because if they really intended to create a permanent state of peace and calm, and revive a working and democratic state of Iraq, the fellows in the governing group's got to count as all too overambitious and obsessed with their own abilities, not to mention as a bunch of quite sorry losers. If you've got to experiment with countries, why not keep to your own?


• The current situation in parts of Africa. After once again being reminded about the genocide in Rwanda of '94 (that by the way is portraied in the movie Hotel Rwanda, on of the best movies ever made and a movie that changed my way of looking at the world totally) and also listening to stories about Idi Amin, the psychotic dictator of Uganda that had enjoyments like feeding alive humans to crocodiles and walking into classrooms and shoot down every single pupil just for the fun of it, I'm quite desillusionated. Not to mention that nearly all of the problems in Africa (or parts of Africa, to be correct: not all of Africa has problems after all) has its roots in the aftermath of the European colonization.


• The Gulf War, China's occupation of Tibet, the guerilla wars in Kongo, Sri Lanka, the chaotic situation in the Middle-East...

Listening or reading to this kind of things could probably make a whole lot of people to feel totally hopeless and wonder why we even try and want to keep the world in one piece. Is it really worth it? Is it worth to keep a hell-hole like this, when we can't (or at least doesn't seem to be doing) something better of it but just makes it worse?

The damn do I know, I'm just another slightly messed-up teenager trying to find his own way in life. But then again, what if the way of the reformer actually is my way? What if I should follow my instincts and go into international politics and dedicate my life in trying to make a difference for the world, trying to make at least some place a better one?

It is a thought, but nothing you really find at AMS.

I do however enjoy this Earth a whole freaking lot, and as an international citizen I of course would appreciate if people would please stop destroying my home planet. After all, we don't have that many to choose from.

Difference people. Difference. We are the generation of tomorrow (I sincerely doubt that I have any readers that are older than gymnasial age, if I would have I apologize and kindly asks you not to send Russian hitmen after me because of this o'horrible mistake) and we are the ones that can do something about a planet that's bad, and that seems to be in a quite negative trend.

I don't know what we can do, I'm not Martin Luther King or anything alike. Infact, I'm quite pale. But that's the good thing with being able to talk, and if not, to write: You can discuss it with people and compare their experiences and thoughts to you' own.

I am quite assured that we can do something if we just get somespirit into it. Y'know? Noone can do everything, but everyone can do something.

By this time I am slightly unstructured, so I believe I'll return to the subject when I'm more awake some time.

Cheers!

more than i can say - leo sayers

Wow wow yea yea

I love you more than I can say

I'll love you twice as much tomorrow

Oh love you more than I can say

Okay, now I'm finished whining, at least for a short while.

Thereby I'd like to point out that me and Ems celebrated one week yesterday. Now that week truly went fast.

One week and I'm still feeling dizzy. I'm just another confused teenager without any knowledge about what life really is or anything, and I can't define love. But what I do know is that I feel for you as I have never felt for anyone before.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty 'till this night. -Romeo, Romeo and Juliet.

I love you.

nothing to lose - gary moore

You never stop for a red light
You never even try
You're on the wrong side of midnight
Too fast to live, but too young to die

Ah. Gary Moore, guitar riffs, a voice of one of the greatest artists ever to get from the Emerald Isle out in the big, dangerous world. He's a good company after returning from one of those days that just seem to start in order to end again.

You know the feeling, some days you wish you never got out of bed. Just lying there slightly dead to start with, feeling incredibly tired and definitely not wanting to go out in the cold, get the bike and then get fast as hell to the bus stop in order to not miss the bus and thereby be an hour late too school. No, commuting ain't fun and never will be, I knew that when I started and I know that the shite will continue as long as I want to get into town at all. And since I do want that, the Line 6 it is.

It's these afternoons you know. A few times going to the café after school, but apart from that it's the Line 6 home, eating, some time on MSN and then sleep. Only to repeat the procedure of waking up and being in a hurry to the bus next morning.

Yes, I lack discipline. And yes, I lack good things to spend my casual time with, apart from when I get to see the others. That is incredibly nice, and is one of those things that lights up the whole week.

But the rest of it, the rest! It gets so incredibly dull so incredibly fast nowadays. I don't have any activities or anything, I only stay at home to chat, sleep and eat. Which lowers my mood even when in school, since it's nothing I'm that happy with.

I can't move, I've more or less accepted that. What else can I do? It can't really come up to question 'til I'm 18 at least, and there's the end of that discussion.

When others do things in the afternoons, different activities, going downtown with someone to eat in town on the evening, hanging out for a whole afternoon with people, spending time with the ones love...

When others do that I board the Line 6 to get home and to once again get locked into my own sphere of non-happening.

Yes, I am a total whiner for the moment. One of those days you know... Luckily people seem to stand me anyway. That's nice.

Cheers!

sailing to philadelphia - mark knopfler

Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...

I hate Sundays. Always have, prolly always will. It's so totally dull usally.

Not that dull today though, we've had one heck of a storm here. Up to 39 m/s out on Österlen from what I've heard. Now is that fubar? Totally. Although extreme weather rocks, noone can deny that. Spices up this place of non-happening a little, huzzah!

The thing that blows though is that it means that I couldn't meet Ems as decided. Alright, I would find whatever god is responsible for the weather, kick his nuts and demand a weather change for the better, but I can't find the bastard in the yellow pages. And well, even if I think that I could go to Lund, Skånetrafiken doesn't really seem to conclude.

This morning I decided that I during some part of the day would go to ICA, buy loads of candy and drinks, and then park myself in front of the telly in order to watch The Aviator. Guess what? I didn't. Why? Well, ICA has more or less been blowing away, these winds are mental...

Ain't it interesting, what a connection yet barrier a language can be? The connection if it's a lingua franca, uniting the world under one tongue, or a barrier if you don't understand it. Example:

I've downloaded a few Hungarian songs lately, inspired after I heard the song "Girl With Pearl Hair" (something totally different in Hungarian, of curse...) by Hungarian progg-band Omega. So I found some songs by a fellow called Egészséges Fejbõr (pronounciation? You've got to be kidding me), one called "Attila" and one called "Oh Magyarország". Now, I don't know much Hungarian, but Magyarország means "Hungary" anyway. Nice, melodic songs, one of'em was from a concert where a whole lot of people sang in choir...

After some research it turned out that it was Hungarian skinhead-music. So much for international understanding.

For something completely different: Love? I'll have a definition for you in a week.

Cheers!

Post scriptum: Here's the toga-pic. Enjoy.