All of us sing about it.

2:49am: Details at eleven
Hi! everyone..
I'm sorry for dissapearing again, I'm actually away on vacation right now sitting at dads "hey lets call this a computer even though you may only have one program open at a time : D" laptop. I've had a really lame time here, I miss my photos and all the shoots I could have been shooting with .. ahem.. MY NEW KONIKA MINOLTA DIMAGE A2 <8 )~~~~. Everything hurts because I am not glued to a computer 27 hours a day and I miss my kitty : <.

I'm sorry for being an asshole on all accounts, and I'll be good!


Right...


All the time I was away, I didn't do much, I sat in my room, got a lot better at the guitar, drank tea.. WENT TO HULTSFRED AND MET VILLE VALO!!!!111!!1


Ha ha ha, no really! I wanted to write the biggest post in the world with details about the festival and everything, I had a photopass so I got to sit backstage and met some of my greatest idols, including Valoa. I was also going to analyze everything that happened and of course A TON of pictures, but I came home being excited about telling everyone and the first person I tell that Migé wore the hat I gave him onstage said the hat was ugly and "where is that thing you promised?" So I'd rather keep the entire experience to myself before anyone else decides to ruin it, for no reason : (.
But, one thing I will tell you guys; I had been talking to Ville backstage a while, he had signed a thing for me and it was time for the show so he had to go, and me too of course to get my special press jacket so I could stand right by the stage and photograph, and I was leaving and he was leaving with his "people" (Seppo and others I talked a bit with), you would understand better if you knew the entire story, but I turned around and looked at him leaving, and he is just this really tall intimidating guy, and with everything that happened and I was feeling, and with his back still to me I just started running towards him, and I started screaming "Ville! Ville!" over and over, and he finally heard me (the music at the bar was so loud, when I was talking to him before he had to lean down right to my ear constantly to hear, aww : >) and turned around. I jumped and litteraly threw myself in his arms and he said "awww, sweetheart" and lifted me off the ground, and if you've seen the Princes Diaries! remember how she lifts her leg up like a star in an old movie or what it was when the guy is about to kiss her, I lifted both my legs like that and hung in his arms (you guys have no idea how short and little I am) and absolutley nothing was going through my head, he held me so easy, and I felt his hair against my cheek; I still remember the feeling of when he let me down, and I said bye, he said bye, I said good luck, he said thank you, I said bye, he said bye again and I turned around and ran to my friend and we were like "OH MY GOD, HE IS SO CUDDLY! And HOW do we know Ville Valo is cuddly, BECAUSE WE MET HIM AND

TOUCHED HIM

!!!11" and freaked out a bit together (I hadnt been nervous meeting either him or the band at all, but it was a moment of fangirly bondhood) and anyone who got a crazy call from me right after, ha ha!, well you know. I will never forget just that part it was really, really magic, awww :$, I will never describe it like it truly was, and that suits me fine.


I probably had some "I just met Ville Valo" expression on my face so I kept attracting a bunch of idiots, but I didn't really care and was just happy to talk to them so without further ado, I present to you my new friends:




HA HA, you guys have competition regarding my Saturday nights from now on : p.


Well, I'll be ok, I'm leaving you with this thing I found, I figure seeing as everyone always seems so miserable and bored, you could fill this out, it would make me very happy, and you know I would do it for you : ), but you don't have to (asshole ^^). And as always, you, my expert art-comitee, get to tell me which out of two images you prefer and please why (no answer is too stupid.. depending on who you are : |). Have a nice day now and if you have any questions about Hultsfred you can ask, and if you would like a postcard from my vacation (please give me something to do. I beg : |.) send me an e-mail with your adress (or post your adress here... slut ^^.)


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1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?

13. Emotionally, what stands out?
14. Do you wish I was cooler?

16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it:

18. How long have you known me?
19. Describe me in one word:
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness is?
23. Do you think I'll get married?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
28. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?

4:49am: HELLO
Please everyone who doesn't hate me, leave a short comment and I will get back to you, alright. I want to write, and to talk to you all again.

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I am really sorry and and hope there's forgiveness and peace in your hearts.




P.S I am still retarded.

8:18pm: You guys... so I haven't felt so good latley : (, I thought I needed a break because I decided that I needed to mature a bit (note "decided to" not "felt like I had to"), but I also thought that I would "come back to the Internet" (?) and continue doing whatever it is that I always did here (mmm... hentai...) soon and be around to comment and jump around like an idiot at everyone journals and post pictures of myself there for no reason. But.. you know everything's not right when you wake up one morning and the first thing you do is go to dictionary.com and look up the word "friend". : (. You get the idea. I haven't talked to anyone in a long, long time, I feel like I have been alone forever, and sometimes my reflection in the mirror actually scares me, I sit so long with my images with my own little world, alone, that I forget I exist sometimes. I truly think very few people know what it is like; a good selfportrait has to tell alot about you right, how about anyone of you people make what you consider a perfect image of yourself and sit and stare at it. See. Don't worry though, the images are good, and as long as there is tea and Jenin in the world stuff is um... also good.

Excellent, in the words of he who I will see this summer at a festival and will blog about later.

So either way I've made, stormstatic, a friends-only journal. Someone in school came up to me and said "cool page" or something, and it really bothered me like I didn't think anything could. I used to have another friends journal, but it made me feel very bad, and I didn't use it much, I disabled comments, said bye, and some of my friends followed me here (some of ye ol' visit0rs might have noticed new people around, I don't know.) Either way, I thought I'd use stormstatic like a continuation journal to this one, and to post art that I wouldn't want everyone to see (HA HA HA, yes that means what you think. Pervert.) It is basically for anyone that cares about .. you know ... "stuff that happens" : (, incase you care about me and want to read about something that won't really give you so much, you see where I'm getting. I am not trying to exclude anyone, I just don't want the scouts at school to read the 111010101011 code to my head. Oh yeah, and BOOBS!!1 Ha. Ok... No really. I don't want to exlucde anyone, but I don't want to add everyone in the world incase they don't freaking care, so add me and I will add back (unless you have a blue jacket with badges on it.) Please leave a comment so it looks like I have friends : (. You know, I've actually met people who didn't understand why I wouldn't want to show them some pictures I've taken. They ask if it is of me naked, and I say no, and then they say, "ah ha! you're blinking huh? ;)". It's for pictures that like that.


Mkkkkkkkkkkaaaaay.


Always wanted to do that, mkay.


Well, hey, that was all today. I will update stormstatic tomorrow, oh and happy easter you fucxks that got me no candy. I have a carfue and a genius mind to rest, I will be around all day tomorrow.
Just one last request, link. All the head Deviants are there, do I apply anyway? You better prepare an army of shoulders for me if they reject me you know.

( Busborn... )

Oh and this update was for Nina, patchouly duh. Oh, and I re-did my hair, but Kyle (aph) hates it, so no pictures until I am abducted by gorgeous trendy aliens who will fix it.
Nighty buddies.

8:57pm: Begun.
( Streepling )





Parts of a series of photos crafted and themed after The Mars Volta by Sima Korenivski.

It's all a circular process. I'm coming lovingly back.

11:12pm:

>_O


Livejournal ate my entry of entries. I think I need to lie down. A bit. This is the third time this week I will pop a vein in my ass due to ALL THIS PRESSURE!!!1

I'll write a new one sometime in the next week when I have being less busy and wanting to feel like write in those journal. I just wanted to ask one thing specifically, an image I wanted to submit to a photography contest, type thing. Because it is a picture of me, I cannot be neutral in the manner so what you could say about it is really important, and very appericiated. I don't really know what I'm going for, maybe something like if you can imagine it as a magazine cover, or a spread, or ad, shit like that. And I know it gay to ask this, but I don't care.


( I feel so weak in the world... )

Thank you, good night.

6:45pm: For love that ends and for love that begins.
I think, this is the best picture I have taken.

( Picture )

Yep.

Stare at it long enough and you'll cry.

I figure I will make a list:

1. This is the first time this ever happened, Swedish discussion where Peder and I agree on nothing for our paper and presentation but he makes fun of what I say so I can't defend myself. I am loosing my "Ima gonna come and burn your house down and feast on your kids" touch, and I need to watch Strong Bad more.

Or get a girlfriend who loves me for who I am, HA HA HA HA!
2. Just cause you make me go whoo, doesn't mean I'm comin with you!
I still love popular culture..?
3. Isabelle laughed at my Economy paper and asked if I was 43 years old. I was like, "yes." Then she was like "uh.. whatever". Then gave me her Converse, no tags of course. I look like an idiot. Damn those wasted 2.33$ !
4. I have started to really enjoy shaving myself for some reason and am not hairy anymore, despite popular belief of that not being possible in a world where oxygen and gravity exists. Um.. this one, I mean this one... right... admit it is a good hobby. More time-consuming than many other things, HA HA! *tear*
5. Speaking of, Dani Filth has some serious eyebrows. I don't know if he needs a support-group or a shrine, or both.
6. I asked a lot of people at lunch today what they would do if they were captured by terrorists and in front of a camera has to kill one person out of the group of 15 (if they killed themselves, all would die). Everyone were pussies (in a non "human-life is worth nothing" way) and started talking about movies they have seen, and explaining to me how it must be "really difficult to make such a desicion". No shit! Why the hell did I ask for? Nigger. I think I'll just go back to talking about that hobo with no pants I saw the other day.
7. If you hug me, I will be really, really nice to you.
8. MSN, tea and Soulseek ruined my life. Oh and MASTURBATION!!!11!!1one!!!11dog!!!eleven!!!
9. Modern Art. *Floats away on cloud with extended pinky*.
10. The fact that you think I don’t love you all and appreciate you and consider you my friends offends me, for fucks sake, don’t make me get the analysing stick or some people’s asses will be sorry.

20. I always wanted to model.





Good night everyone.

9:00pm: I'm like the poster child for abortion being wasted on the unborn.
You guys... um.. what can I say, I think need some sleep. My record of hours with no sleep is now 32 hours. All of you "I didn't sleep 20 hours, god, what is wrong with me, I am so weird, like a vampire or something" are fucking gay. But hey, if being stupid makes you happy, go for it, seeing as being up 32 hours is not the most IQ friendly thing to do, let's all just be friends, and ... just love each other!!!

Don't touch me.

As if I really need to tell you this but Lina hates me and will probably never talk to me again. I was like "so, ya gonna talk to me again.." and she was like "No."

Ok, that didn't really happen... I need some deep, serious, total and complete utter relevant and obscure fucking SLEEP so, just in short, it was really fun (except the hating bit), we surfed porn, and deviantart and laughed at people with pimply behindz and no skillz to Photoshop it off (like we do, HA HA!), we saw Jenni a lot, and bought stuff, I think we also ate at McDonalds everyday. Yep. We walked around in town, laughed at the way people that take drugz and have no homes laugh, and then I was cold and was lost a lot. Whilst Lina was away with Jenni on adventures beyond my comprehension, I was taking some photos for this collection thing, you will see, and I used a tea-cup I had as a tripod. So, I place the camera, timed, on the tea-cup and the last second before the flash the camera slips down into half a cup of tea. It works now, even though the shutter won't close and flash doesn't work and... everything is white and says Georgie Bushpants on it... *tear*.

I also wrote a song, it's called "The Song that I wrote" it goes like:

we've come to the end of the river
and we've lived to close to never visit
and we've truly only never
been visited on instinct

Ok.... I also, after hours and hours found two tones on the guitar that sound ok together, yaaay. [...] I should celebrate this marvellous occasion by writing a song, I will surely post it next time.

Lina also said that I was Emo. Oh well. Like I care. About anything... or anyone about me... he he. Done.


Well, I will try to amuse yous all and myself here sometime later, sorry I didn't reply to the comments on the last post, I have no idea why not. Thank you for liking the movie and taking the time to look at it and make thoughtful comments, I'll tell Niklas you thought he was "hot" (I will somehow never hear the end of that) and the point (heads up Susu!) was just the different elements of a break up, if you look really closely into it, you will see what I mean. Unless you've never been there, but who knows. I need my blanky, and hot Choco, however it is spelled. I've never really drank it before Penny told me that caffeine was bad and was the reason I didn't sleep 36 hours (I took a two hours nap, 32 is the nap free up-time) and still felt the great need to go beat someone half to death, laugh until my stomach convulsed in pain then get some more tea... Point made. There are more pictures here if you like, peace on earth and in my pants, I'll be around later to update myself on you all later, as always, Good night.

11:33am: I counted to see it through.
To clarify, that was not a pity post, I am perfectly fine. If I needed pity I'd make a new journal, add Jenni as my friend and that would be that. I just wanted to see who would respond and what kind of advice I would get of course, so thank you everyone. And I think you all know me well enough to know I'd never, quote un-quote "die for someone that doesn't care, but for someone that does". He doesn't care. But.. If he ever wants a friend that sees past his dick, he knows where to find me. Not in a "mean" way, but I know he has problems with that. Just trying to help. As usual.

...

Angelwings grow back, and god is a fair kind of guy. Mkay, so, I have to go pick Lina up from the airport in T-minus half an hour, and we all know what happened last time we met, don't we?

Point made. I wonder what fun adventures we'll encounter together this time; Lina waking up four hours before I do and going to town by herself leaving me to my freaked out parents whom I'm to proud to confess to that she finds better in Stockholm than I do, or b. we go to meet Jenni and they forget to tell me where we are getting off and I just miserably ride into the central station, where everything passes and from where I can get home, and hello! McDonalds.

*rolls eyes*.


I made plans with Isabelle to make another movie, with Lina in it, we are meeting up at 6 and film to about 10, Isabelle leaves for Ze Alps or so at six in the morning, so basically we are going to stay up all night editing the movie and then me and Lina have to be out of the house about five. I was thinking we'd go to town and sit at Seven Eleven a while or so, I have no idea. Maybe I should have told her all this but um.. not like she has much choice, it's either come with me and make the damn movie, or stay at home with my parents wishing for a tres rapid death by rusty axe, I swear to god if dad pulls another of his "Vasja pooing the the forrest, caught in the act by Bear" stories he will die old and alone with no money for the bread with the expensive seeds in it.

We made a movie yesterday, for all that is interested, it's called Sunshine. It doesn't have me in it, but I made it anyway!!!!11!oneone It's very harmonic, and very sad, and very good. Me and Isabelle kind of started a movie production thing, we named it Run for Your Lifestyle, quite neat if I say so myself. I have no idea what the plan is, but as long as it involves me telling other people what do to in a mean way, I'm in.

Oh, ha haaaaa, fags.

What else is new, I got a B in Math and I don't care. You know, life is about seeing things around you, or things you find, and I am very much not capable of forcing things into my little horizon here. I've got the world ruling bit, the porn, me, and music/other things that require no effort and trying to get "x3+76-k+stevebob= that thing over there" is majorly "how about no", seriously, ask the question Why in math and the answer is always "because someone said so.. sometime...ago." and I don't care what ANYONE says, I am not listening to a bunch of ancient Greeks who spent their lives making up a bunch of rules that I CAN UNDERSTAND, jesus, if you're going to do anything, make it ground-breaking.

Wow...that rhymed! Um..
Ha, I am so not bitter I got a B, not! at! all!. Fagsy. It isn't as if I couldn't do it if I wanted to, which is xstrangleyx, quite enough.


Maaaaaath! Mkay.

But, Ima gonna hafta pick up Lina now, I'll post here a lot more often, I just wanted to say hi, but I promise, oh and anyone who doesn't laugh out loud at this is thick.

10:43pm: The Seep.
Time, space, automat.