Okay...I'm preparing for a long post here about the trip to Denmark yesterday...I just don't feel like writing it now (an hour before lunch). I think I finaly arranged pictures and banners and icons to look okay on my index page, but I guess no one cares but me about that matter 8)
I want to say something referring to my last post. I think...it's all coming back to me a bit. The need to be online. It felt funny..yesterday, in Denmark, I got these silly "I wonder if I could get online anywhere here?" thoughts...and it felt GOOD! I didn't feel bad for not being able to, nor did I actualy try to get on, but still. The past weeks getting online just...felt like going to the dentist. NO! Wait! I have a dentist appointement on friday so...I take that back. I just didn't have that itch to get on. I'd rather sit and read 40 minutes while waiting for my puter, than try and hassle someone so I could get a puter for 5 minutes while waiting. Now I'm suddenly bombarded with cravings to mail people, find crazy online sites, to get my own domain name (www.jennie.com was taken..blah. I am getting some domain name though, hopefully something outrageous...8). I want to snazzify my page..find out new gadgets I can abuse for my page (I found a place where I can provide an e-post card service form my page, using my pictures...so neat..it feels GOOD! *phew* I feel a lot better. Heehee 8)
I know I'm geeky, but right now I just feel...great 8)
Okay...yesterday:
Got up at 6 a.m...got on the bus...*shrug* At least I got a window seat. I like window seats because then I can huddle up by the window and look out, and make it generally feel like there's no one else around. I got a bit baffled when I realized people were already drinking beer, and it wasn't even 10 in the morning. *shrug*
11.10 a.m - we arrive at a medical museum. It was scary!At least I found it to be. All those medical instruments on display...ick. The bottom floor was devoted to things used on the psychiatric ward. The other's all seemed to not care, but I got all teary eyed and very emotionally upset, I mean..they had a bed with different types of straps displayed, and equiptment used for electric shock therapy. There was even a bathtub with a special cover, with a hole cut out for the head, where the patient would sit and soak in a bath for 12-18 hours, strapped into the tub. *shrug*
Around noon we drove aboard the ferry, and went to..you know. Denmark.
At first we went to this mall type of thing. All the others rushed in to buy beer, beer, and more beer (It's a lot cheaper than in Sweden you see, as with other alcohol). Hmm? What I did? I went straight to their toy departement. I found glow in the dark stars! I bought the largest pack, with 30 stars...and then I found two stacks of Star Wars toys..AND A TV SET playing the movie! So basicaly I stood there, among toys, watching the last hour of Star Wars, clutching 30 plastic glow in the dark stars in my hands. After the movie I went to the cheese and other dairy products departement. They had a zillion different desserts and cheeses..and readily mixed chocolate milk (we don't have that 8() I bought half a litre. As I walked out, I noticed a bakery section, and bought a huge ginger snap. It was quite funny. 40+ swedes already semi drunk on beer, carrying more quantities of beer to the bus, and me, eating a ginger snap, drinking chocolate milk.
Then we drove into the town we were to shop more in, Helsingoer. I rushed into a tattoo parlor, and found two images I wanted (japanese sign for 'woman;female', and a tiny black gecko 8), only to be informed they only do pre-booked appointments, no spur of the moment things. Blah 8(. After that..I stumbled right upon a FALAFEL PLACE! I ran in, ordered a big one, and just..got real giddy. The guy making it apparently thought I was funny, being so excited over just falafel, so he started hitting on me (as in flirting. Not actual hitting, as there was a desk in the way anyways). I didn't quite appreciate it, as he looked 16, and asked if I went to school there 8(
Then I spent the following 3 hours looking for, and looking through 3 cd stores 8) I ended up buying Björk "Homogenic", SWANS "Soundtrack for the blind", and a PJ HARVEY BOOTLEG!!(pretty In pink...it was soooo good!) All and all. It was wonderful. I distanced myself from the others, and walked by myself, and just...felt great, even though I spent way too much money. On the way home most of the people were drunk, making really lousy smutty sex remarks about everything, laughing wildly about said remarks, as if they were real witty, arguing, necking, sleeping. I...starred out the window. I love landscapes by night...the lights of the towns swooshing by.
When I got home I listened to the cd's, fell in love with them, put up the stars on my ceiling above my bed, asked them to protect me from bad dreams, and went to bed with them glowing above me..they were still glowing when I woke up. They made me feel...all violently happy and safe =)
And now I'll go find some food to spend too much money on...food. I know. I'm npot even buying very fattening food, so...it's not that. I'm just..learning to enjoy things a little more.
Maybe I ain't used to maybes smashing in a cold room
cutting my hands up every time I touch you
Tear In your Hand, Tori Amos
Bye bye puterguy, and you americans..have a november 27.
And I think I could leave your world
if she was the better girl
I rented movies last night. Rosewood, Lone Star and Shine...unfortunately my brother had rented batman & Robin too, so I still have two movies at home to watch, which is why I'll skip being online this afternoon, and go home to do instead...ALSO..I'm going to the cinema for the first time since july tonight..I'm going to watch Contact..WeEeEe. I did see Shine though..*sigh* It's 'really* good..rent it and watch if you haven't seen it yet. I got real woozy...all that magical piano playing...I think it affected me a lot, because I dreamt I was at home watching Oprah with my mom, and the show had Tori on it, and she played a new song, then she had some 'find your own strenght' speech. The song was reallllly good, she played piano with a whole guitar band, british sound to it...and she didn't have one actual word in it, it was more like a madeup language, but it somehow made a lot of sense. Then she introduced the word 'babku' to my vocabulary...in my dream, the word babku means your own self, your most inner core. Sometimes I can touch mine.
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't want to be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothing as fast as you can
Well still
pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back back back
Maybe not so now you're off
You're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about America
Pretty good year
Some things are melting now
Well what's it gonna
Take till my baby's alright
And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed
Well still pretty good year
Pretty Good Year, Tori Amos
Heh. Sorry for cheeeeating ;)
CONTACT. I went and saw that...movie last night. I'm still incredibly moved by it...it was just..amazing. Breathtaking. I'm even thinking about going to see it again tonight. It would definately be worth it...I mean, NEVER _ever_ before have I seen such things on a movie screen, such beautiful images. My brain got so stunned by all those imagined, and yet so real looking landscapes, that I just sat there in my seat, mouth wide open, and tears quietly running down my cheeks. Sounds pathetic, doesn't it? I know...but it was *really* amazing. If there's one movie I'm glad I saw this year, it's that one. *laugh* Now I sound like "I've seen the light!!", I know..it's not quite that way, really, but the beauty in that movie just really got to me. Amazing. DO go see this one if you still can and haven't...it's worth it, trust me.
Heh, I do love space movies a lot, but I think it's mostly a scared fascination I have with them, because I myself would NEVER go into space. I'm quite happy travelling through space on this planet of ours instead. I don't know what it is about space that frightens and yet fascinates me...maybe it's the size of it, the way one just _can't_grasp_ how huge it is, even if you try...It's more than enormous, you know? I think the reason why I don't want to go out there myself is because I'm terrified I'd be left behind, floating around space with no rescue about, in my little suit, waiting to die...just like in 2001. The horrified look on that mans face when he's just...left there, with NOTHING to be done about it, it just...scares me so much. I guess my fear has some psychological background, but quite frankly...I just think I'm scared of being left behind. Heh.
Okay. I have..become addicted. *sigh* I'm addicted. I'm addicted to this clip of Tori Amos covering the Cure's "Lovesong". (T.O.R.I) I'm addicted to the PJ Harvey bootleg "Pretty In Pink". I'm addicted to my friends online. I'm addicted to writing html. (I don't understand it, in interviews I always read of how webdesigners etc are sick of all the typing of raw html code. That's the part I LOVE! heh. Maybe I am weird.) And..I'm addicted to Chocolate Coated Wheat Puffs - Peanut Flavoured. Incidently that's the name of the new KICKASS BAND me and Jessica (and Tetsuo;) started tonight.
I wanna be in a band 8(((((, but something tells me these online constellations will have to do. AH WELL. That's okay..because I can make .wav's and mp3's on my own you know..you never know...one day I might exist online as an..online artist. yes. ;) But FIRST I'm trying to break the 100 html document barrier for my page.
Gunna go buy 3 bags of Chocolate Coated Wheat Puffs - Peanut Flavoured now. Bye 8)
*sigh* I had this long post planned, and yet all of a sudden I looked up, and found I had 3 minutes to write it. Ah well. It's silly though, because I've been online for 10 hours and 45 minutes. It's not like I didn't have time...what I did? Well. I spent half an hour looking for good urls about Maya Angelou, because a girl I don't know found the poem, and asked if I had any info for her paper, and being the sap I am, i thought I'd help her out.
That reminds me of the time this 10 year old girl e-mailed me and asked me if I was the real Alanis, and she told me how she was my biggest fan and stuff...I felt really bad for having to say "No, sorry, I'm not", so I spent a day finding good url's and some fan snailmail addresses for the girl. I didn't hear back from her though. Ungrateful snotty kid, dontcha think?;) The rest of the day I spent downloading this entire page, including the Tori pictures onto disks, so in a case of a crash it'll be intact. 9 disks. 1 disk alone for this diary. hehehhehehe. =)
OH! I looked my names up at Parent Soup: Baby name Finder, and it said:
Jennie, a 2-syllable girl's name of Celtic/Old English origin, means: One who loves peace; white-cheeked.
Veronica, a 4-syllable girl's name of Greek/Latin origin, means: Honest; true image
Ingrid, a 2-syllable girl's name of Norse origin, means: The daughter of a hero.
Hehe, is it just me, or have I forfilled my own name? I mean...I'm really really pale, I have cheeks that people always want to pinch, and I got the peace sign tattooed on my leg. As far as the other's go...I think I'm very honest. AAAAhahauahauh, doh. And yeah...daughter of a..heroine, I'd like to put heroine there. Although my dad's been heroic in many ways too. Ah well. Now I'll check up on the names I'd like for my future children (or, if I never have any - my future pets)
Sorry. The name dweezil is not in this database. (hrmph)
Dylan, a 2-syllable boy's name of Celtic/Welsh origin, means: One from the sea. (Oh...that would suit any girl of mine =)
That would suit the other name I thought of, Stella Maris, Ocean star (or something like that)...aw =)
*laugh* Ben suggested 'Jennie, english origin .. meaning .. 'not a goth' ..sounds good to me ..because..I AM NOT A GOTH! Hangon, I have to adjust my black eyeliner...
I got this funny little parody in my e-mail, entitled The Masturbata..I thought it was really funny, but I wish I knew worse language in english, so I could write the followup from the female masturbators perspective. Hmm? Did I just catch some of you flinch, and laugh nervously because I wrote masturbation? There, said it again. Masturbation masturbation masturbation. *laugh* I don't mean to intimidate you, it just seems to be one of those subjects that makes people feel uncomfortable, unless it's spoken of in the form of tacky jokes...ranks right up there with menstruation, doesn't it? Well..news flash. I menstruate. I also masturbate. Heh, usualy not at the same time though...