Category Archives: Silliness

Isn’t that just how the world works?

So many pointless wars, so many illusionary conflicts blown up and become real, so many inconvenient truths, so many harmful lies, so many animals dying for your hot dogs, so many humans underpaid for your socks, so many resources running out, so much suffering, so much pain. Maybe one day someone will come up with a solution for it all, maybe one day I will, but can I just paint the cloudy sky, it is sucha beautiful colour today, and thank you for the sweets, it’s just I don’t eat gelatin, but nevermind, so much effort for so little effect, imagine if everyone had acted like that, the world would be so very different. Cause you know a lotta effort is put into bad things, and if they refrained from that less bad things would be done but on the other hand if no effort was put into anything no good things would be done either, and that would be awkward, wouldn’t it? I dunno, I’m just gonna paint those clouds. Tomorrow, when there’s daylight. 

Quote of the day

“Personally, I rather look forward to a computer program winning the world championship. Humanity needs a lesson in humility”

– Richard Dawkins

Quote of the day

“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

Charles Addams

The little things

I tend to let little things be the main focus of my life. Here are some I’ve been dwelling lately:

  • I really shouldn’t’ve cut bangs. They took 5 minutes for my hair dresser to create, 2 weeks for me to regret and – months of trying to grow them back out has only resulted in an annoying fringe of hair that is too short to put up in any nice looking way but so long that I can’t see with it hanging loose.
  • I have far too many half finished posts for this blog. A few of them would be nice, if I just pulled myself together to write them.
  • It’s nearly impossible to detect spinach in smoothies. It just adds a nice  green colour (or yucky brown, if the smoothie also contains raspberries) and good punch of iron.
  • Spinach contains an impressive amount of protein. In fact, 10,5 kg spinach provides 2100 calories, which is 50 kcal more than my calculated daily requirement, and 315 g protein, which is a helluva lot more than my daily requirement.  I can’t believe I just calculated that.
  • After over a year of running this blog (when did that happen?) I still don’t know how to change text size.
  • Always save drafts continuously while writing. Always.
  • I get a few more followers every time I publish a new post. Most of them seem to be hunting followers themselves, or strange commercial accounts about earning money online, but there are also a number of real people of which most are great bloggers! What? How? THANK YOU!
  • There is a board game called “Fifty shades of Grey: Release your inner goddess!” I just… No.
  • Why do I still have in my drawer sports bras that are 1) grown out of, thus 2) uncomfortable and 3) look similar to convenient and well fitted underwear?
  • Perhaps the world world wouldn’t be better if everyone thought the same way as I do, after all…
  • All the dumb, annoying, mean people in the Youtube comment fields… What if they are normal people with brains, they just don’t know the English language well enough to express themselves as such?
  • Why does the letter X exist? Why not just write KS?
  • I can’t get enough of this song.

How ARE you all?

Chip and I just returned from the most wonderful walk. After two weeks of constant rain, the sun decided to peak through and the temperature is pleasant. Not warm enough to go without a jacket, but still. It felt incredibly relaxing, as if I could forget everything for a little while. The gigantic pile of homework sitting on my desk. The earring I cannot find. Social life being partly wonderful, partly horrible and partly very complicated. The lack of blogging inspiration I’ve had lately. Walk it off!

I regret not bringing neither phone nor camera, because there was plenty of picture perfect moments. Soft morning light, from a pale blue sky. Cheerful, leash tangling encounters with other dogs. Pigeons and sparrows; sweaty joggers with technology far more advanced than their running style; a confused exchange student. Narrow gravel paths, with trees and bushes leaning from the sides in to create a tunnel-like effect. Well-groomed allotments; abandoned allotments; a stolen raspberry. Ponds, popular for ice skating in the winter and bird watching in the summer, now still and unpeopled. Flowers; rich, bewildered greenery just starting to take on their autumn hues. Quiet. Yes, I should’ve brought a camera.

I do have some other pictures though! Unfortunately, WordPress won’t let me upload them…

Quote of the day

Science flies you to the moon. Religion flies you into buildings

 

– Victor Stenger

Prejudice in the making

Something ridiculous happened to me earlier today.
Now, I don’t normally shop for groceries but we were out of walnuts – part of my standard breakfast – so I went to a convenience store to get some. Since my dog was a bit heated, nothing could seem more natural than bringing him on the walk. When I tied him up outside he started getting a bit nervous, and as soon as I got out of sight he started to bark. Well, I thought, I’ll make it quick. And so I did, but when I was at the checkout someone came in. With my dog, who was overjoyed to see me. Then, we exchanged the following dialouge:
Angry guy: Is this your dog?
Me: Yeah, and I just love it when strangers drag him away.
Angry guy: Yes, and we love to hear dogs bark.
Me: Well, it’s all just to annoy you, you know…
Like, WHAT? I understand that barks can be annoying, but how does that give you the right to literary drag away a strange dog? I mean, what would he have done if it hadn’t been my dog? He could have just told me my dog is barking, that he finds it annoying and then given me some tips on how I should get him to stop. Then I might have listened, instead of getting mad.

OK, so this really isn’t a huge deal. It’s just an example of why you should not judge a group from one individual – not all ugly men in their 50’s interfere with peoples lives in such a rotten way. Just like not all Germans are Hitler, not all Afro-Americans are Martin Luther King, not all atheists are preachy, not all girls like pink and not all barking dogs have ignorant owners. Rant over.

Happy new year!

And so, yet another year has come to an end. Another year of experiencing and learning, a year of disappointments and discoveries. As the fireworks burn off we remember the year, cherish and regret, then forget all about it and make promises for the new one. Although most of those resolutions will be broken within weeks. New year’s is not a chance to start fresh. Your life wont turn over with as the date does – most of us will do the same things with the same people in the same area. Rather, I think of January as a time when a lot of people try to improve. That’s not a bad thing! Resolutions should serve as reminders of what we want to achieve, however distant. And to be fair, most people seem to try at least. It’s indescribably cliché, still I think that is the important part of New year’s resolutions.

My life has changed a lot this year. I have changed, for better or worse. That is to a large part thanks to karate. After the first session last January I was STUCK. Karate is more than just a sport, it’s a kind of philosophy. Mental challenges as well as physical. I had to be disciplined, persistent and concentrate. I grew more confident as I got to know myself, and few new people.

This year, I started writing a lot more. This blog is proof of that.

Most importantly, this is the year I quit eating meat. Here’s why.

For the new year..? Instead of the mainstream be-healthy-be-happy-resolution (with its many variations), my resolution is this: Learn to control my temper. Sometimes I blame my bitch-when-hungry-gene, sometimes my Irish heritage, sometimes stupid people and sometimes mean people. However, I suspect that it might be possible to stay nice and happy most of the time, despite overwhelming proof it’s not my fault if I go berserk. This year, I will exercise my karate patience even when I’m not in the dojo. It won’t be easy. It won’t be fulfilled immediately. It might be forgotten. Yet I’m gonna try, and work for it.

Happy new year everyone!

Autumn vs fall

Aren't these trees gorgeous?

Aren’t these trees gorgeous?

At the age of 14, I’ve already spent uncountable hours studying language. I’m confident enough to put stuff I’ve written on the net, still there is so much left to learn. I love English and I’m grateful for having gotten the opportunity to learn it, for being able to communicate with people on the other side of the Atlantic. Still, I’ve often cried over verbs, cursing my teacher for putting me through it.

Learning a new language is not easy. Although there sometimes are similarities to my native Swedish, English is still weird. There are hundreds of grammatical rules, of which none has anything to do with logic. I wrench my tongue trying to create the foreign sounds and they still won’t come out right. There are more words than could be crammed into a dictionary of reasonable size. It’s full of homonyms, strange prepositions and general uncomfort, still it’s THE most important language.

One of the biggest difficulties English learners find is the many accent. If a person from Texas and one from Yorkshire have trouble understanding each other, how are we supposed to understand them both? I’m not sure wether the English know, but they never pronounce words like they should. Take the word “horse” for instance. In school, at the age of eight, I was taught to pronounce it “hoors”, without the e, and the o-sound as in salt or shore. It took a few years before I found out that British people skip the h and r as well as the e – “oos”. The o-sound is the same, but everything else seem to vanish. American english is a bit easier to understand – “eoors”. Not always though: “wate” is more similar to its original form (water) than “wooder”.

Indian and Australian accents belong to a completely different category, which can only be sniffed upon when the first two are already mastered. I haven’t gotten there yet.

When learning English, you have to choose what type you want to speak – a mixture of Swedish, British and American won’t be accepted once you’re more advanced. Every teacher has their own version, so at some point you have to find the right accent by yourself. This can be tricky, as no one wants to be associated with either stereotype; the arrogant, posh English or the fat, lazy American.

Of course, both English and Americans are too proud to give up their own accent. Why should they? They understand each other perfectly well. And so, we are stuck with two languages – similar but different. Because no one could say a cookie and a scone is the same thing, right? But cookies are biscuits, biscuits are scones, scones are brödbullar and brödbullar are bread rolls. Fuck logic.

Black Veil Brides Concert

Oh. My. God. I saw Black Veil Brides live this Friday. I still can’t quite fathom it. Me? At a concert? That doesn’t sound realistic. It wasn’t either – it was better than so. Such energy! Such skill! Such superawsomemegafoxyhotness! I can’t believe that only a few months ago I didn’t even like the band.

Black Veil Brides: AndyMy friends and I went up to Stockholm for the weekend (thus the delay of this post) and I was, to be honest, pretty damn nervous. I’ve never considered myself any sort of cool, concert going type. I wasn’t sure how to act, what to wear, when to sing along or scream. However, when the music started pumping I was completely swept away. No need to think, I became part of the enormous mass of pure energy that was released into the air. Perhaps people around me looked at me weird – I wouldn’t have noticed. (they probably did, I must have been the only person in the room whose eyeliner was thinner than my thumb) I wouldn’t have cared either. Horns in the air, bouncing up and down and screaming at the top of my lungs I felt more alive than I had for some time.

The two opening act bands were greeted without excessive amounts of excitement. Especially the first, Strawberry Blondes, weren’t exactly popular. Heaven’s basement were a bit more talented in my opinion. The singer’s strong cockney accent verified that they really had “come all the way from the UK “(unlike BVB, who had come all the way from California…). A punk-ish metal sound; might be something to check out. Still, BVB was what we were all waiting for.

Imagine the joy when they finally got on stage.

Black Veil Brides

I realized that a live performance is something completely different from listening to music on my headphones. As much as I love the latter (really, I don’t know how I would’ve handled the little setbacks of my life without them) there is something so alive about a concert. Although half the song lyrics are drenched by the audience there is something very honest, very direct about having the band only a few meters away. It allows them to do crazy, spontaneous things and make eye contact, so that the audience becomes part of the experience, rather than just passive listeners.

Black Veil Brides: AshleyIMG_1788

Another discovery I made was that Ashley is hot. In most pictures I’ve seen he looks, well, strange. In real life though – rawr! As is Andy (though I understood that a while ago). (And dad, they’re definitely guys).

The pictures are stolen from my friends because somehow I managed to leave my phone behind.