Striking fancy

As summer was thrust upon me, I looked back on the gloomy winter that had just passed by. 

Maybe the sun was taunting me? Anyhow, it had struck my fancy. 

Winters are always bad for me. I get crazy, messed-up hair and tired skin. And dandruff. I get dandruff people. 

But now that summer is here I get crazy messed-up hair and brown skin. And no dandruff. That makes me happy. 

My former teacher sent me an e-mail asking if I could send a letter to the headmaster of my school explaining what went down in the class with a crazy russian woman. Seriously crazy russian woman. Crazy like trying to kill yourself by cutting your wrists with a plastic knife from IKEA. While your kids are watching...

One night in Paris.

I was out last night with some friends and as I live in Paris there are many cool clubs with many cool bands and many cool people. We went to Elysée Montmartre and saw I am un chien. They were cool and the leadsinger has like the awesomest hair EVER.

After Elysée Montmartre we (and by "we" I mean them there friends of mine...) decided not to stick around to see Krazy Baldhead and the other artist performing yesterday night. So we (once again, "we" is not me included...) went to our regular spot in Paris where mostly young, beautiful indiekids hang. Usually I find our regular dancespot kind of predictable and more of a meatmarket than a place to dance but yesterday was different. Yesterday was fun and unpredictable. Really nice actually. I met some of my friend's friends.
An overall good night out I would say.

Oh yeah, there was one bad thing about yesterday; first I took the wrong bus home, so I had to jump out of that one and run back to the busstop and wait for 20 minutes for my bus to come. And when my bus came, that fucking wanker for a busdriver passed me by. PASSED ME BY!
I don't think I have ever cursed that much before and called someone wanker that many times before either. But it was great fun!
I WALKED home because I was so pissed at the busdriver. But my London-friend called me and so I had someone to complain to. So that made my anger go back a little. And I had a companion who walked me home over the phone at 5.30 in the morning. He is kind of my knight in shining armour at the moment.

Well anyways, an overall good night out in Paris.

OH NO!, My haricots verts are boiling over. CRAP!!!

Oh no she didn't!

So these three days have gone like crazy fast. Sleep, eat, school and other interesting stuff.
My friend, with whom I live, has gone to work in Greece now for the weekend and left me here alone. I wonder how that will work... I think I am going to abuse chocolate, do crazily many crunches and generally act like a crackwhore. Like any other weekend alone I suppose...

But anyhow, I got back from school today and found that my friend was gone...with the toothpaste. She took the fucking TOOTHPASTE! That is NOT okay!
I'm gonna have a seizure.
Now I have to go out and BUY some new toothpaste. I have said it before, and I will say it again; not okay. NOT OKAY !

But you know what they say...

Ugly italians - stop harrassing me!

Maybe it's just me or is everything just awesomely bad? I just feel like the world wants to kill me or give me acne or something. I do not find this funny at all.

Today I walked out from school and this guy, who has flirted with me before started to follow me and then started to talk to me. "I am from Italy, we have beautiful people there". and I was like....okay...thank you for showing me that ugly people can come from a place where only beautiful people live. And he just wouldn't give up. He kept following me and asking me all these questions like if I had facebook and all this shit. And I was thinking leave me the fuck alone awful, ugly man, but diplomatic as I am (hrm hrm..) I didn't say anything insulting or mean. I feel very proud of myself. I was able to restrain myself from saying hurtful things. I must be going soft.

Oh, this friday I have no school, which is AWESOME! So have fun you suckers who aren't free this friday. I think I am going sunbathing or something else cool people do.

So, see you when I see you.

Hey sway - liverpaté!

Hide and seek

Went to a nightclub yesterday. My friends and I were expecting and seeking greatness from the DJ, but all we got was yaaaawn. I have actually never been so disappointed in a somewhat famous DJ before. Shame on him! Or maybe shame on me for building up such expectations, who knows?

But anyhow, we got to dance a lot, and it was so hot on the floor that we were sweating like pigs. You're all very welcome for that vision!



As I have said before, but will say again: I am like a weirdo/assassin-magnet. Last night I thought I was going to be a "dudes-I-have-made-out-with-will-come-to-the-club-I-am-at"-magnet. (Yes, those existe too..) because five of them said they were going to the club we were going to. And that would have been awkward... Imagine this: "Hey there, have you met my other four make out-buddies?". That, my friends, is something that I would not, I repeat: would NOT, appreciate. And I doubt they would either. But as you all know, sometimes life gives you unexpected surprises.
Like yesterday; what I thought was going to be a D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R. was in fact...not. Thanks to the rain. God bless the rain! Any other day I would have cursed the rain, but yesterday: M-m-m! I loved it. The rain was a blessing.
None of them came, I suppose it was because of the rain. Perhaps I'm just not as likeable as I would like to believe myself to be?
Or maybe I just didn't see them. Maybe they were all there? Maybe they all know each other? Maybe they all know that I know them all?

Wow, this is some deep shit. Or at least I am IN some deep shit.

I am so going to hell...

Serious attempt no 1

Ok, here it goes, my serious attempt number one to creat an interesting blog.

Today after my daily chores (school and stuff) I went to a park nearby to do some tanning. As I am like the whitest kid in town I was planning on changing that.
So anyways, I went to the park and I met the craziest person in history. A man, who called himself Gumpa, came up to me and announced the end of the world as we know it. I looked at him and said: well, I've planned for this day all my life. I have stocked up on cans and stuff, and so, I am ready for whatever wrath hell is thrusting upon me.

He looked at me with crazy-eyes and then just walked away. And there I was, sitting in the sun, waiting for him to pull out a light-sword of some kind and scream: HELL HAS NO FURY LIKE A CRAZYMAN SCORNED.
You might guess what happened? Thaaaaat's right. Nothing.

But anyhow, I will wait for his rage to ascend upon my back. I shall look over my shoulder wherever I go and I'll wait.

The weird thing is that this is like a regular day for me; Crazymen and murder attempts.
I'm so very jaded...

First time EVER!

This is seriously weird. I just got myself a f.cking blog!
I think I am about to go mainstream. This is not good. This is not good at all...