Last night I had a dream. I dreamt about Barney from How I met your mother. Well, I didn't dream of his character on the show, I dreamt more about the person: Neil Patrick Harris. The weird thing was that we were very very much in love, although trough the hole dream, I knew he was gay! He was trying so hard to hide that he was in love with me, but we were drowning in each others eyes and holding hands! Very cute lovers stuff! Somewhere in the middle of the dream we were at a "gay center" (whatever that's supposed to be) and got trapped in a toilet (don't ask me why went in there and, No, we didn't do a thing) that didn't have a knob on the inside. Since there were no windows and I was apparently a lot more claustrophobic that I am in real life, I started screaming while he was trying to calm me down. After a while, I found a little hole that was covered with a metal plaque (No, I'm not making this up, I have really clear dreams) that I unscrewed with my finger nail! I can't remember the rest in details, but I remember something about 4 girls and wedding dresses. The thing that I'm wondering about now is why the hell on earth did I dream about this? I haven't watched "How I met your mother in ages", I haven't seen Neil Patrick Harris in a movie or on TV in an even longer time! Ok, I admit that I sometimes wish he was straight so I could have a shot with him (I know it's a bit unrealistic but only because we live a thousand miles away)!
Wow! What a show! It's about a group of people that don't know each other that get a call where they get a mission that they have to accomplish together. It probably doesn't sound so interesting when I describe it so just watch it here and you'll understand what I'm talking about! I, like probably every person on earth with a TV, have watched Reality shows and thought "I would never participate in something like that even if they pay" but of course when I think that, I'm probably watching Big Brother or Paradise Hotel but this is very different, I don't even know if it's right to call reality TV but I know that I would definitely participate. Anyway it's awesome! Watch it!
I was studying at myself in the mirror (my favorite hobby), looking at how my roots are coming out and thinking about how I need to go to the hairdresser when I discovered something awful, something worse then global warming and the finance crisis: a gray hair!!! I suddenly felt like a 100 years. I'm so against gray hair and DON'T think is beautiful. I have already promised myself that I would dye my hair till the day I die so you can just imagine my feeling when I made this horrific discovery!!
and had no comments. It's just so stupid that I can't even formulate a comment!
And then I read this in British Cosmopolitan:
"JUMPSNAP: The ropeless jump rope Cosmo Features Editor, Fiona Cowood, gives it a whirl This is no ordinary skipping rope (it's certainly not) - the JumpSnap has a digital calorie counter (so what?), a device that stores your weight and profile, a stopwatch and even a talking workout summary. It is, however, missing a rope! (!!!!!) I was sceptical (I still am) but, thanks to the novelty factor, I was astonished to find myself bouncing three minutes in. (I'm also astonished that you waisted your time on this) And with no rope, it's the perfect exercise for my tiny sitting room." (the things in brackets are my comments)
Fiona Cowood, I don't know you so I'm not judging but just wondering, you don't really meen that, do you? Are you really willing to pay money for a ropelesss jumprope? Isn't it easier to just jump with just 2 things in your hand (2 hair brushes, 2 remote controls, 2 whatever) or nothing at all (hands free) and getting you're sister or someone to encourage instead of a metallic voice that you don't even know and that's giving you orders?
I'm sitting on the bus regretting that i chose to sit on the left instead of the right while looking at people's faces while they're sleeping and all in all being very bored when some"action" happened: we got stopped at the border. I remember last time this happened: I had a big meat sandwich in my bag (if not several because when I travel my parents seem to think that I'm going to starve although they know that I get travel sick and want to throw up more that I want to eat) and border people (can't remember what's they're called: agents?) get on with 4 dogs who are training on becoming sniffing dogs. The dogs go back and forth in the bus sniffing everyone in a respectable way, keeping their distance and being polite, but one (he's probably the least attentive in that class) jumped up on me (I blame the meat sandwich) and started sniffing me while I totally freaked out and his master was pulling him back! Very fun experience, i highly recommend it! This time the "agents" didn't have dogs, they only wanted to see if they could throw some illegal immigrants off (I have witnessed that before) so they start checking every ones ID asking them why they're coming into the country, where they work and stuff like that. One guy from a non EU east european country hasn't gotten the nationality but some travel papers that allow him to travel in and out, so they ask a very very clever question: "Do you carry with you something that you're not allowed to take in to the country?"
WTF?
What do they think he will answer? "Yes, I have 3 kilos cocaine, 2 kilos hash, 3 fire guns, 7 swords in my bag and while I was packing I totally forgot that it was illegal to bring it with me, sorry?" ? Do they really think that this is the way to catch criminals. I know it's probably just some stupid procedure that they're obliged to do but they most feel really stupid while asking that question, I know I would!
Die, die, die! I’m dying of shame. This is not the first time my dad does this to me. So I’m at his work and in come 3 spanish speaking people and I as usual start listening trying to see how much I understand. My dad was in the back and I was praying that he wouldn’t come out because I know him too well and I know exactly how he acts. And what I feared the most happened. He heard them talking spanish and asked were they came from and then he looked at me and started telling them that I was learning Spanish and told me to talk to them and I was dying with shame, first because I don’t know these people and don’t know what to tell them, second because now they’re talking in a low voice and not at ease like they did when they came in because now they know there’s someone that understand them. Why, Oh why does parents have to behave like this??
I sat in my corner trying to read and to concentrate on my computer work (=playing stupid pre-installed card games) and in comes a group of four guys looking very like the guys from that TV show, The Big Bang Theory . My first impression is: NERDS but then I tell myself that I have to stop judging people and that they’re don’t have to be nerds just because they look very nerdy. I continue reading (or fake-reading) and after a while another group comes in. These look very trashy and again I try to not be judgmental and to be open minded but I can’t for the simple reason that both the groups, that trapped me in the corner (one is in front of me and the other on my left), are exactly as I though. They ARE the prototype. The nerds spend all the time in here repeating lines from movies and video games, changing their voices and making machine gun sounds and I’m like “OMG! This can’t be true” so I turn to look at the other group. One of the guys has an arm that is bigger my two thighs together (Ok, maybe one thigh and a half, I’m not THAT thin), and has on this thigh-arm a big and very very ugly tattoo. They spend their time playing with the bread (using it as a nose), laughing very loudly and burping several times, loudly as well. At some point I wished for the following scenario to take place: the nerds get disturbed by the trashy, so muscle-thigh-guy starts to hit them (he looks like a guy that has a temper) and they get in a big fight and the police comes and takes them all away. The cheese on the cake will be that they all have to pay a big amount for destroying a table and disturbing the peace! Niahahahahaha!
BTW, I don't like 2 use the word "trashy" about people but I don't know a nicer word that means the same...
After six hours on the train and after moving my butt over from the train station to the bus station and listening to some middle-aged lady with an really irritating accent bragging about her grand children that were born and are living in Brazil and talk Spanish (!!!) and about how she spoke a bit Spanish and that when she was in Brazil, she even started to think in Spanish (!!!) (really amazing and rich story), and standing in line with a 500 kg bag on my back with people pushing to get on the bus before me, me the poor girl with an oversized bag and crutches, I got on the bus that with my perfect chance was overbooked with crying babies and tired and stressed people. Because I was so restless and sitting in a really uncomfortable position with my knee really hurting, I didn’t manage to fall asleep although I tried (Oh, believe me I tried) so I found my self playing a game (yes, I’m still a child) that I invented then and there. What “inspired” me to this game was the big amount of big trucks passing by on the highway and the game consisted of looking at the face of all the truck drivers, which was easy because due to the height of the bus I was at the same level as them. So I start playing and after about 5 drivers varying from young lads to older guys, we’re approaching a big truck and I’m getting ready to look at the drivers face, when I see, as we’re getting closer, a foot on the front board. And I’m like “What? No, there’s got to be something wrong with my eyes, I did NOT just see a foot there” But as we pass the truck, I turn around and see this short, bold, big bellied man, with his short fat leg on the board! I know that you’re thinking the same as I was at the time, “no way!”. My answer to you is, Okay, either it was his leg OR he has a long fat chimpanzee arm with a weird looking hand wearing a sock!! No, it was definitely a leg! So you’re saying “so what? Can’t a men have his foot on the board in his own truck!” and my answer is “What “So what?” what if he needs to use the brakes suddenly, what will he do, use his belly, his arm, his leg? Or will he just use the manual brake and create a car accident orgy?” I am glad we drove far away from that weirdo.
I’ve spent most of the last month in bed or at least at home because of my patella dislocation or knee injury (for those of you that like me have no idea what patella dislocation is and that only know the medical lingo used on Grey's anatomy and barely that). So with easter coming up, I though to myself: “Okey, ****, you’re just at home anyway, why not taking your books, your computer, some clothes (and by some I mean at least 7 items that can create 4 different outfits) and go spend the week with your dad” Okey that’s not what happened or that partially happened, he actually asked if I wanted to come but I kind of had though of it before but though that it would cost me too much. Anyway, I took a look and there were available tickets AND they were cheap, so I grabbed one and left for the neighboring country to see my dad. So just in case you, my dear readers (and that means you mum) were wondering, that’s why I haven’t blogged in a while + I haven’t gotten access to the net all the time, but I have written posts on my laptop and I’m now going to post them all in chronological order of the events.
On my way over some beautiful snow-covered untouched mountains
Yesterday, my friend L came over to watch a movie. I had a lot of movies laying around but we ended up with a thriller. We like thrillers, but this one was a disappointment. The settings, the initial idea and the beginning of the movie were great but then it suddenly sank very very low. WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! The movie was a bout a village in north Alaska were the sun was going away for 30 days (hence the title). The last day of sun, strange things begin to happen. All the cellphones are found burned outside town and all the dogs are murdered. Until now it seems like a good horror movie until you see that all the killing (because obviously people get killed) is made by some freaky zomwolfpires (=zombie+wolf+vampire) that talk their own satanic backwards language and that only get killed by the sun OR sun lamps but NOT by flames of fire because obviously the sun lamp is a lot brighter then flames!!! So the movie goes on like that with all the town getting killed except the hero, ¿his wife? (apparently they have some relationship issues) and maybe 5 others. Well I don't know how it ended because we didn't watch it till the end, but we FFWed and saw the sun coming up (after 30 days) and the couple survived (of course).
When I was watching the movie, I though these creature ware rather funny and not scary at all, until my friend went home and I was left in the room alone, imagining them popping out from everywhere.
Have anyone fooled anyone today? I have! I love fooling people but don't like to be fooled. I also don't like when some stupid people (unfortunately they exist in large numbers) play with death and serious stuff. April's fool is all about fun! Although this morning I woke in a very bad mood and when I heard Ida and Anders on NRJ's morning show (listen to it here) talking about it, I was like "Well this year I'm definitely not gonna do anything!" But the temptation was too strong, I couldn't hold myself. So here's what I did: 1. We had a break at school but only me and the teacher went out, when I came back I told the class that he (the teacher) had told me that he had a meeting and that the class was over. Everyone was thrilled because we were supposed to have a double class. HAHAHA! 2. Outside my grandmas there's a construction site. They're renewing the parking lot and at this moment, they're in the middle of the work and it looks awful outside. So I told her I had met her neighbor who also is the one responsible for the construction, had told me that because of disagreements, the workers had quit and now it was gonna stay like that for at least another month. Of course, she believed me! HAHAHA! Okay, maybe that wasn't fun for anyone to read, but there and then I though it was really fun!!
This was also fun: http://www.side2.no/kultur/article2594030.ece
