look at me smiling, grinning, giggling. happy happy bs

Yeah!

I started writing here again because I wanted to make sure I felt good about something. So I said "Only good thoughts and feelings here. Find something that makes you happy and write about it" Ha! I've been feeling crappy these few days. I got told off on facebook by a lady because I used the word fuck in a status update. FUCK! there I used it again.... Not that anyone reads this, so that they will be offended, but FUCK! nevertheless. If you are one of the poor souls, that I twist the arms into reading this don't worry I won't get all scatological. SHIT! FUCK!

Heh! Just kidding.

Then of course is how I made a 13 year old unfriend me. Yeah world I rock! All I can think now is who goes next... maybe Kat or the tree or the hog... or maybe even .... eek! Never mind I won't take you with me into my paranoia vortex. Lets see what I can do to make this even a bit pleasant, without resorting to cute kitteh pictures.

I watched a film last night. It's called Wasabi and stars Jean Reno. It was fun. Not a masterpiece but Reno can hold his shit together very well. It's a good film to burn some minutes of your life on. A word of caution, it contains violence and violence and silly bits.

I taped my niece (or is it recorded) dancing while watching songs on tv. She's a toddler and she's cute and I felt good watching her dance.

I really hate posts that are just made so that I can keep a promise to myself. Oh I should probably mention I started working on my book again. Yes, I am writing a book. No, I do not think it is a masterpiece and no, I do not introduce myself as an author. Authors are people who've had books actually published. and I don't mean vanity press. Someone paid them for the honour of publishing their book.

I should probably bring this horrible post to an end and it will happen just about now, right after I link you to the Flickr page of an amazing young photographer. Barbie introduced me to his work.

Tell me why I don't like Sundays

Here I am...

Me-Inertia 1-0.

It might not seem such an important thing to just make one post per week but for me it is huge. Go on, go "WTF?", what do I care? Anyway lets talk about something interesting...

hmmm.. interesting... hmm...

I know! Lets talk about Spring that has finally arrived to my city. By the way I am being quite literate here because there's no metaphorical spring to be had here at all (setting fire to people on an open air market doesn't induce a sense of rebirth, unless we are talking about phoenixes. The same goes about killing a person to get a video camera. Sucks big time to live in my city)

Spring, the season, now! Well warm weather, slow breezes, sunlight and a sense of calmness, unless you stop to think about shit... Ahem! Calmness I say! A sense that your skin is the appropriate clothing for your body, as if you need nothing else. Perfect temperature and light that seems bright but not searing like the summer light. Summer light hits your eyeballs like a sledge hammer going straight to the retina. Spring light on the other hand while being bright and illuminating everything in detail, seems polite, as if.... Oh I got it! As if it's a piece of luminous silk that engulfs objects and people. I think I can live with that metaphor.

So I was sitting on my bed today with the balcony doors open, typing happily away and avoiding to think of anything that would make me anxious, sad, nervous or right down scared (i got lots of things like that, living in this country (city) at this point in time). I felt as near as I can get to being in Lothlorien... Because as you are now going to find out I got a thing about Lothlorien as depicted in the books and the films. I want to move there. I don't know what the Elves would do with a short fat human female but man i'd love to walk in those groves and sleep under the canopy of green.

Spring! Calm! Trees! the end!

'Allo 'allo! Anyone here?

Good lord it's been since September 2009? Meh!

Anyway, I've decided to give blogging one last chance, or to be more precise to give myself one. I've looked over the entries up to now and i think i see what i did wrong.... I'm not the moody artsy person that would love elipses and being vague... I've discovered i'm very passionate about stuff, to the point of obssession. Also I'm a gigling happy kid (or can be) and I like to go awww a lot. and hug my friends and to my shame i'm also a pretty nice person. ;) and i'm very chatty.

So....

I'll try to post something here at least once a week, more if i get into it. I got no other reason for doing this than i seem to have lost creative spark and that facebook games seem to eat up my free time. By the way I'm not jumping on the "booo! facebook games are evil" wagon. It's my fault if i decided to let my thinking, creating muscles relax. Putting the blame on someone else is very silly and counterproductive.

Lets see if this works, if not... well, we shall see.

What else? Oh yes! I'm thinking of allowing my mind free reign and a no holds barred approach. This means some swearing ( i mostly say fuck a lot) and probably awfull syntax and grammar (spell check ftw!)

See you in a few