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| Metropia |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|02:31 pm] |
Saw Metropia yesterday, the new artsy Swedish animated feature, and the disappointment brought me out of my LJ-coma.
Seriously. I have never understood how things like this can happen. Obviously, a lot of work was invested, a lot of people spent a lot of time working on the character designs, animation, sound, backgrounds. Why oh why lay so much work on a fundament as weak as the script of this movie? I would have been okay if it was just the basic concept of the plot - after all, the Matrix works despite the stupidity of, you know, humans as batteries. But in Metropia the biggest flaw was the dialogue, The Swedish subtitles were way more well-written than the original english speech, which can only be explained with that the script was in Swedish to begin with, and then translated into English by a ninth grader. I really tried to think that the poor lines were there to accentuate the greyness of the world, but after one "Shit! We gotta get the fuck out of here!" I could not longer fool myself that it was anything more than big fundamental fail that ruined the otherwise okay movie.
Also, a lot of "sex is gross" going on. And "omfg we mention masturbation! have I mentioned we mention masturbation? mastubaaation!!!". And if whoever wrote the movie found masturbation so fascinating, why was there no jerking off in the shower in the beginning of the movie? It was such an obvious opportunity and they missed it. I'd think it lame, of course, but it would be lame in the way the rest of the movie was, so those who made the film and obviously thought their fascination with erections, and fuck, and masturbation was osmehow interesting... why did they pass up such a chance to wank on screen?
It was okay pretty. In the MTV vignette sort of way. |
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| Halo! |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
Sorry to have scared you with my latest post. I am, and was, okay, I just had some bigger scale than one hour in advance thinking to do. I suppose. Thanks for the comments, anyway.
I've done 2 weeks of my 15 week internship now. It's rehab (no-no-no) for people with impaired hearing. It's okay. I read a lot and will soon become the person to go to when you have questions about tinnitus. Internship is okay, even if not the best thing that has happened to me evah. At least all that potentially annoying practical stuff works - I have a computer, and I have all the keys I need and we have a coffee machine.
I have been awflul about updating ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tendrepoisson , but I've put up old and new stuff on DevArt.
Also, yesterday Kajsa and I pwned a Harajuku-themed party with our awesome fake tan skillz. Kajsa did the make up, where-would-I-be-without-her. Here is proof that we indeed pwnd, with guest appearances by Veronica and Karro. I don't think there's any photographic proof of how we danced parapara, but we did.
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| And for the millionth time, I promise myself to try |
[Sep. 20th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
Sometimes, I come to a point, when I look at my life and I decide how to live it. Things become clear. Patterns become defined. All dat. It's nice to see how those promises get more and more consistent every time I revise, and it's nice how those guidelines and reality get more and more like each-other. I guess I'm becoming older and more rigid. But it's always like that, isn't it, it's always security versus freedom. I'm stormy enough to appreciate the stability the ever-clearing system of values gives me.
I promise myself to try to be honest. With myself, most importantly. With people important to me, second most importantly. I don't want anyone to imagine things about me because I never told them the truth. I don't want to die without telling people that they have made me happy.
I promise myself to try not to get back at people. Not to stab them in the back when the perfect opportunity arises just because they have done that to me before. Not to hurt anyone because they have hurt me. Not to conceal my affection because it isn't recoprocated. Not do revenge.
I don't ever want to become one of those people who think it a weakness to show that they care. I don't want to be one of those people who see love as a game, where you win if somone likes you more than you like them.
I promise myself to try to show people they have hurt me when they have. I want to be a person who can speak up when she is treated wrong, and speak up others when they are treated wrong.
I don't ever want to become one of those people who are afraid to break the mood by being uncomfortable. I don't ever want to become one of those people who can not admit they have been wrong.
I don't mean all that in the annoyingly turn the other cheeck-ish kind of way. I don't want to turn the other cheek, I want to be a person who says "ouch, you hurt me" the first time, and walks away the other time around. Or doesn't walk away. Because, after all, it's my choice to decide how much pain it's worth to endure. There'll always be pain. People will always hurt me. I will always hurt them. I have no right to change anyone completely, and no one has the right to think they can change me. But we can try to be honest, we can show where it hurts and avoid hitting each other's old wounds. And if not hitting is too much of an effort, then we can part.
I guess it all boils down to being honest. With me, with others. About me, about others. It's all about trying to minimalize the damage, in a way.
And now that I have been beaten down and raised myself only to be beaten down again a couple of times too many to really have the strength to rise again right now, now that I'm so bruised that even the littlest hit hurts, I believe what I should do is be really honest with myself and think if theis pain is a reasonable price for what I can get out of it. It might be, you know. |
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| More exciting information about my health |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|10:15 am] |
Oh party party! My immune system is normally just somewhat above AIDS, so it only makes sense that just when I was getting out of mine what-could-have-been-swine-flu I catch another virus. This time it's certainly not swine flu. I'd rather see it as some sort of be a real woman-virus. My throat is swollen, so it's hard to swallow and talk, which is perfect if you want to be thin and not talk too much, you know.
I have kinda a chronic cold, normally, when I don't get acute cases of maybe-swine-flu-maybe-not. Once I was ill for real, I once got a very nice medicine prescribed that was great for dry cough that I get sometimes. The bottle lasted for a long time and was great for night cough attacks I sometimes get. After that bottle was finished, I asked for same thing next time I had a real cold. In this round of coughing my throat inside out I got Mollipect prescribed, but took the good old cough syrup when Mollipect just didn't help. The good old wasn't nearly as soothing as it normally is, but helped somewhat. When I went to the doctor yesterday to whine about feeling worse again and telling her my meds didn't help, she looked in my medical record and had a Talk™ with me. I happened to tell her I didn't have much left in my second half liter bottle of the good cough syrup and apparently there's morphine in it. I honestly had no idea. I told the doctor I only used it when I needed it and that I cough a lot. She gave me the Look. Then she prescribed me more.
Why is Lady Gaga's music so boring compared to Lady Gaga herself?
Also, Kanye+VMA=OTP!!!!! |
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| More internship |
[Sep. 10th, 2009|09:18 pm] |
It's not certain yet, but it appears that the person responsible for the internship program in my school has found a place that nobody else wanted that will probably accept me for the same reason I'll accept it.
It's rehab.
No no no jokes
start
NOW!
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| Internship pains |
[Sep. 10th, 2009|10:23 am] |
I won't go into every detail of the turns that my internship-to-be has been so far. I t's a part of my education, starting September 28th and going on until January. So far, I haven't found a place to be. I wanted to go into either sexology or organisational psychology, school had no sexology-related contacts, but three consultant firms offered internship places for us students. I was assigned to go to interviews with those three companies, only two of them pulled out going "ah what we already have an intern from another place" and the guy at the third company claims that he didn't get my e-mail, so he didn't call me for an interview, so when I called him to check on it all, the positions were already taken.
I'm angry, and I feel I've been treated unjustly, and I am bitter. I am normally never bitter, so I have no idea how to handle it. The first two I can handle pretty well. I would even handle that totally constructively if the third guy at leat wanted to see me for an interview. One of the school parts of the whole internship thing is that we have to write a paper on one of our interviews, and I am still to make it to one. I kinda thought that it would be decent of this my-dog-ate-your-email guy to at least give me that seeing how he only interviewed three people out of six he was supposed to interview, but he won't even give me that. But I have clearly told the woman in charge of interships what I thought about his and the outher two consultant companies' behaviour, so hopefully it will be better next year.
For me, however, there is little hope to find something appealing. I have gotten in touch with a lot of places on my own, but no one seems to be able to have me. I guess I will end up with some branch of psychiatry no one wants in a suburb with no decent public transportation. Everyone is all very "you learn so much no matter where you intern" and I'm sure you do. I'm sure I'll learn a lot. It's just... I learn a lot doing many things. I learn a lot when putting together PQ's concert. I learn a lot when not kissing N. I learn a lot when I explain little sigma to people. For once, I'd love to learn a lot about something that is relevant to my interests as a psych student.
I'm so so so not okay with this. I don't even know why I care so much. |
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| lolflu |
[Sep. 9th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
To people currently living in the same appartment as I, who too are totally down with whatever we all have:
I CAN HAZ A BOTTL OF MOLLIPECT AND IT IZ MIIIIINE!!!!!!
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| Nöff nöff |
[Sep. 9th, 2009|09:02 am] |
Last night, coughing my throat out for the nth night in a row, somewhere inbetween sleep and reality I realized that what if I have swine flu and am gonna die. In the sorry state of not having slept properly for several nights because of the cold, and not being to breathe properly because of coughing all the time, and not really being awake, I was convinced. I thought about ohmygod the stuff I have to do before I die, and realized that, yes, there are things I haven't done that I wish I had done, but there's nothing that is really important. I have always feared that I would die without having told someone important how much he or she meant to me, or how much I care about him or her. And in my nighttime throatache I felt that everyone had a pretty good idea of how much I liked them. I have told people. It felt good. It got me incredibly peaceful and calm and surprised over how satisfied I am with my life, despite of all the stress and arrrghfuck internship problems and illness. I might feel different when I am about to die for real, but it felt bloody real, the whole night thing.
Then I poked Stangel and was all "I'm scared that I got swine flu and am gonna die" and he said "you have no fever, you'd have fever if you had the flu" and I was all "okay". I have an appointment with a doctor in an hour, hopefully we get it all sorted out.
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Speaking of. I have had this bloody cold for 1,5 weeks now, and everyone is going "haha, you have swine flu!". As soon as someone coughs or says she or he is ill everyone goes "haha swine flu!". Seriously, it's not funny in any way. That kind of humour can be funny when the desease is really unrealistic to catch, so that you suggest something that just can't be true, but this is really stuff you can have for real. The whole point of that kind of joke is that you're not supposed to ever find yourself in a situation when it was what you said. Now it's just laaame. But I've drawn a swine flu spirit!
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| Signs of life |
[Sep. 4th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
So. Back to life, back to reality. As you prolly know, my plans for the summer was to draw, fuck, blog and dance. Blogging has been kinda bad, especially here, but the rest was performed gracefully. I really had a great summer, did nothing, relaxed, doodled. Had a good old fashioned summer holiday.
School is not going too well now, because I need to get an internship and the places I applied for all went "uh, what? sorry, but no". Not to me personally, but generally, because they are totally unprofessional-acting firms I'm totally not going to work with when I'm a grown up consultant.
The other side of school - the teaching side - is waaaay better. I feel way more confident this time (of course, it's not the first time I'm doing this now) and the students seem to appreciate me. Sweet. Last time I lead class, I had a notable fever and thought that saying "Pearson product-moment correlation coefficient" as many times as possible was almost the best thing about life. Student still fangirled/-boyed. Awesome.
PQ had a reprise of our spring concert, the Yo! one. That was yesterday. A way too high number of our best dancers felt on my level of well - like, fever. Still, everything went okay.
Björn and I were in charge of a post-exam week pub for PQ, with synthpop theme. I wish I had pictures of how amazingly hot I was, with reeeeealy high cheekbones and reeeealy heavy eyebrows and a necktie. Got me listening to stuff like this and this and other similar. Björn has also enlightened me on the possibility of a successful union between Timbaland and Kraftwerk. When not under the influence of Björn, I have been listening to funk and disco lately.
The readers who have been following this blog for a while, know me well, or just care about me at all will probably be delighted to hear that I get laid well and a lot. High five.
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| Johanne! |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|11:22 pm] |
Johanne (bartholdy ) was here Fri-Tue.
We have dyed my hair pink. It's all cotton candy now, and I'll dye it dark again after I'll grow bored of pink. Like, maybe, after the nearest month when I'll be done doing job interviews for my internship and teaching statistics.
We spent the days Johanne was here drinking coffee, walking around Stockholm, shopping, watching Neon Genesis Evangelion and drawing. I have updated my DevArt gallery a lot.
Soon school starts. I am not at all happy about that.
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| So 90's! |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
After watching the X Files I felt omg cravings for a new look, so today I went thrift store shopping with Kajsa to obtain one of the key objects - the pants. These are too long, but just the right texture and colour. The Taxi Stockholm belt from thiese photos obviously has to go in favour of one of those brown ones made of kinda braided leather straps (you know what I mean), and the t-shirt has the right sleeve length but wrong cut on the neckline, I believe. Hope I can find biggish glasses with thin metal rims. And brown lipstick. And a way to fix my hair appropriately. Then I'll be so hot, you won't know what charred you.
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| Reviews |
[Jul. 19th, 2009|11:59 pm] |
Here come some reviews of pop-cultural experiences of the week that's now ending.
Britney Spears concert
A show that didn't really flow, half-naked men that just didn't do it for me and the star with not much stage presence. Fuck all dat. It's Britney, bitch!
HP6
Fanfic fanfic fanfic Snape kills Dumbledore!
the X Files (the first 20-ish episodes)
Gay for Scully, gay for Scully, straight for Mulder, gay for Scully, must go thrift store shopping for the 90's!
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| The truth is... |
[Jul. 18th, 2009|12:05 am] |
Here at home we watch the X-files. It's so incredibly 90's and I'm incredibly gay for Scully, except the rare moments when I'm enormously hetero for Mulder. Like so so so hetero. This straight: --------------------------------. And then I turn sapphic again.
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| Good news is when bad news ends. |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|12:21 am] |
Also.
My foot doesn't hurt anymore. At all!
Conclusion: jumping out of bathroom windows (reverse Beatles reference!) is a good idea after all. |
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| Like in the good old days, drawing and watching anniemay |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|04:30 pm] |
My life has been more exciting. But this is fine too. And tomorrow I'm going to a Britney Spears concert, so there will be more excitement.
Watched the first six eps of the new FMA anime yesterday. It was funny when it thought it was Evangelion. Okay, at first it was just point-and-laugh "omg what do they think they are? Eva?!!" and then it got way too obvious it was a conscious reference and it was just funny and out of place. Other than that, I find the way they overexplain everything rather unnecessary.
Have updated my DA account and I so plan to use it!
I want to watch The Wings of Honneamise. If I'm lucky, I can tonight.
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| Bright things I've done, Part 259 |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
I was supposed to wake up at 7:00 to go to a breakfast debate thingy.
At 4-ish I had a dream that Petter woke me up because I missed the alarm or something. I woke up for real, got dressed and went out. In the elevator I looked at my phone, realized what time it was and went back to bed.
I'm so amazing. |
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| Summer going according to my plan |
[Jul. 4th, 2009|06:04 pm] |
I'm back from Herräng Dance Camp. 24 hours of lindy classes in six days, plus extra classes and social dancing. Blood, sweat, tears, and so much good things going on that I even think back about the mosquitos lovingly.
♥ self-esteem bouncing more than I did ♥ a "nice frame!" saving my day ♥ I got recognized from my Swedish blog ♥ swing and "aaand change partners" as constant BGM ♥ pulling off a good baby frieze with my head off the ground ♥ sweating like never before ♥ no hot water in the showers ♥ mosquitos ♥ dancing in the Intermediate Advanced group with my friends who have been taking way more classes than I have and not being waaay far behind ♥ getting to know people in a whole new way ♥ blues night, when I remembered what dancing is all about ♥ banana bread ♥ sandwiches for lunch ♥ raisins in a raisin case ♥ follow-talking about leads with Frida ♥ bunk bed nest ♥
Dancing abstinence had kicked in already, and it has only been 24 hour since my last class. Okay, maybe I'm not that willing to do more classes right now today, but I missed the last social dancing nights and I really want to make up for them. Also, I want to start breaking so so so bad.
Today I baked muffins for a sleepover at a friend's cottage. Ootd:
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| Back from tour |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|04:40 pm] |
I'm back from the PQ tour. I've been back since Friday, actually, flew home a day earlier to celebrate midsummer here. The tour was awesome, we drove from Stockholm to Denmark and then Germany and then back to Stockholm (I jumped the tiger striped bus in Lübeck). My foot prevented me from dancing as much as I wished I could and I kept forgetting my triangle (or forgetting to turn up at the gig), but I had tons of fun even though I didn't get much stage action.
When asked about highlights my standard answer is that the best part was getting massage from two of our dancer guys dressed in black trousers, suspenders and a bow-tie. Actually, one of them way massaging me and the other was kissing my elbow because I hit my elbow earlier. That's what I call life! U-huh! |
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| PQ on tour, and I too! |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|09:03 pm] |
Going away on tour.
Will be back for Midsummer, unless the groupies kill me, You know how groupies are.
I screen comments,s o you can write me secret stuff while I'm away. |
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| SUMMER 4 REAL |
[Jun. 11th, 2009|09:50 pm] |
Had to redraw the summer plan picture, naturally, new haircut and all. And to celebrate school being finally over for real. I got a make up assignment on Monday that took 45 minutes to write, but it was still annoying. Today I had to show up for a final, um, thingy for a class that I technically already had passed. So now I don't have to show my face on that godforsaken location until mid-August sometime. I do love school. But there are a couple of things I love way more, at least this summer.
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