Make up ... make up. I quite enjoy it. I mostly medle with lipsticks and eyeliner, I'm too cheap and lazy to do the real thing, and too pale to look good with powder and foundation and crap. In fact, all I really need is black lipstick and black eyeliner, and I look like I did the white powder too, coz I CAN'T GET A TAN. So my "au naturel" look looks like I've tried to be Lily Munster. Who cares? Hehe, okay I'm ranting. I'm off. Jesica promised to buy Margaritas for me. COZ I'M UNDERAGE. Stupid country :)

ER has damaged me for life. Really. I went to Jesica's job today, and she just happens to work at the hospital, and I managed to lure her down to the cafeteria so A) I could feed, and B) I could gaze for hunky doc's. I din' see any though. How disappointing. They were all..short and...urgh. (I hope none read this and refuse me treatment if I should ever need it ;) Afterwards a friend picked us up (well, friend...more like a guy I can't really stand, I can't explain why, it MIGHT have something to do with his sexist view on men and women, or perhaps that he tries to pass of as knowing so much simply because he's right out of med. school. Well. I STILL say - women don't lose their sex drive after 69, and that's THAT! I don't care what the statistics say..) Anyways, he drove us to two Harris Teeters. The first one to shop for food (I now own 4 pounds of spaghetti, and 18 packs of Ramen Noodles, among other things), the other to get Margarita mixes...like ready made. We didn't find it at either Harris Teeter, so I settled for wine coolers, 4 Strawberry Daquaris, and 4 Margaritas. *shrug* Just felt like it :) I'm on my second Margarita, and I must say, my cheeks' are a bit flushed 8) I'm not too worried though, I don't really get *drunk*, never have been able to, I mean I've vomited from too much vodka, but that's about it. No. These li'l fella's are just here to keep me company when I see TORI AMOS perform her new song Spark on the Letterman show in ooooh...40 minutes. I AM SO excited! I've heard the song, and it just blows me away. Heck, anything Tori does pretty much blows me away. I'm a bit depressed that I won't be able to see her on her upcoming mini tour, but I'm still keeping my hopes up for the fall. I WANT TO SEE TORI. Blah =(

In one single day (i.e. today) I've been called goofy, and "you're like a puppy". The first because I was squeaking and looking for those cute doctors in the corridors of the hospital, the other because I was squeaking and hiding behind my bedspread watching Millenium. I squeak a lot. I'm a squeaker. I'm sorry if that bothers anyone. I'm one of those loud, embarrassing people. I don't TRY deliberately to laugh real loud, or make high pitched squeaks, I just get excited easily. I much better like this state than the one I was in all throughout growing up. I did my time as a bitchy, reclusive, scared-of-anybody kid. I'm allowing myself to be a flamboyant embarrassing loud filthymouth that squeaks and laughs and sings offkey in public because I NEED to. If somebody have a problem with that, there's a real simple solution - DON'T hang out with me. I do cause stares. It's a fact of life. Deal with it. I am.

I'm in a new band! I was invited to be in it by the women at #analove...I am now the stage dancer with elbow long gloves in..THE VAGNA. Soon headlining everywhere in L.A. Hah. :)

At #analove we also ended up in a long discussion about circumsized Vs. uncut (Yes, I am talking penii [sp??] here). I remember being surprised when I was talking to a guy online, and realized that in America, is more common that the guy is circ'd, than not. (No...the convo wasn't like "that", it actualy started out with a discussion about Sylvia Plath's The BellJar. Nyah :P) Back in Eurpoe, more specifically, Sweden, it's a LOT more rare with circ'd guys. I just found that baffeling. Or something. I'm not gunna meddle with the whole thing. I just wanna say that as far as I know, there's no huge discussion back home wether cut or uncut is better. *shrug* I just find it an interesting trait, much like a guy with long or short hair. Course, the guys may feel differently on this subject ;)

Third bottle. Strawberry Daiquri. Not bad...not bad. hehehe. It's making my tongue red, though, and my fingers are flying a little bit as they want right now. I'll go slouch down in the couch now, and wait for TORI. She's up in the next segment. Yes. My vcr is ready, set, GO!

Monday, April 13 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AZIZA! :)))))

WHACKY WHEEKHEND! Seriously. First I'd like to say something else though. Tori. Amos. Her performance on the David Letterman show was so amazing, I'm still brain shaken. Her new song Spark is SO GOOD, and oh my god when she plays it and flips out towards the end it brings tears to my eyes, she SCREAMS "SAY you don't want it, AGAIN and AGAIN, but you DON'T really MEEan iiiit..." It's breath taking, my nerves can't handle it, my tear canals go on strike and overflow, the brain is on a lunchbreak, and dammit, it makes me jump around in a Wild Woman dance in the apartement every time I play it. It is exhilirating, and at the same time I get so frustrated because I want to do that so much, but I have not talent so I will never be a nervous horse in David Letterman's dressingroom, won't get to SCREAM and throw my head and make people's jaws drop because they are mesmerized through the teevee screen because I can't be like that. It's okay. I just miss my rather long, ultra red hair a lot. Blah. she's addicted to nicotine patches she's addicted to nicotine patches she's afraid of the light in the dark 6.58 are you sure where my spark is here here here

Saturday There's a huge chunk of life I haven't been able to mention in this diary, simply because the person it involved reads it. Me and Jesica planned, and threw Aziza a surprise birthday party. For weeks we've contacted people, sent e-mails, phoned, planned...everytime Aziza's left the room the teeniest we've hussled and hushed and plotted =>8). I am pleased to say - WE DID IT!! It nearly fell apart friday night, because Gene didn't know that we had planned for Joseph (these are all maincharacters, hehe, sorry if it gets confusing) to take Aziza saturday afternoon to watch City of Angels, so we could make the cakes and get people there and decorate, so he had invited her to that movie friday night. PANIC. We managed to call him and explained what was going on, and he paniced and didn't know how to cancel, ending up ignoring her, heheh, and just seem like an asshole. Heheh, it was funny 8) Saturday. Me and Jesica pretends to just casualy clean the apartement everywhere. Joseph shows up, and manages to get Aziza out of the apartement at 3 pm. Me and Jesica BAKE. Well, I provided the recipe and made the cakes, we helped out with most though. It was a typical swedish birthday cake, NOTHING like those strange colourful stiff things you can buy in American supermarkets. Someone said it was much like a Strawberry shortcake, whatever that is.

Welcome to baking with Jennie! Today's Special - Strawberry Whipped Cream Birthday Swedish cake! Preheat oven till 175 degrees celsius. I think that's almost 350 degrees Farenheit, at least that worked for me. 50 - 75 grams butter 2 deciliters sugar 2 eggs 3 deciliter flour 2 table spoons of baking powder 2 table spoons of Vanilla sugar (or simply grate some Lemon peel, it's just a fresh taste thing :) 1 deciliter water, OR milk (I prefer milk, if milk is ever an option, do milk, I think it probably adds to the taste unless you can't have milk coz you're a dieting person or allergic) Melt the butter. Beat the eggs with the sugar, you know, enthusiastically, till the goo turns white'ish, as opposed to the more yolk yellow. Add flour, baking powder and, uh, just basicaly everything, in whatever order you feel like it. Beat it till it's all smooth looking, and taste okay. It's not supposed to be runny, but not sol-idy either, of course...just the usual cake form I guess. Pour it into a fitting form. WAIT!!! Before you do that, butter the pan and pour breadcrumbs, or flour, whatever you prefer, in it til it covers everything, so the cake won't stick too much to the pan when it's done. Okay, no idea what size. I made double dough's to fit my big pan thing, just use common sense, it will rise threefold, if yer lucky. PLOP it into the oven, and keep it there for 40-50 minutes, till it's risen and is all nicely yellow brownish. Let it cool off, get it out of the pan. Put it on a plate, make sure it's COLD so you don't kill it with the knife, slice it in half, or however many layers you feel like, and can actualy slice it into without messing it up. Spread vanilla pudding onto a layer (we were supposed to do this, but the pudding got BURNT when we made it, and we had no time to get new, so we just put whipped cream there instead.), and then spread Strawberry slices or pieces or whatever form you have it in. You can use a mix of berries, or just ANYTHING, it's a very good cake, anything goes, make ya on cake, ya know. When you've put all the layers together (make sure the top layer IS ON THE TOP :P), smear whipped cream EVERYWHERE on it, on top of it, on the sides..it's supposed to be covered, completely whipped cream white. Decorate with fresh strawberries in a circle around the edges and in the middle. EAT! Okay. Quick note about the whipped cream. DON'T do it the american way. Don't add 15 ton of sugar when you whip the cream. Ad just a tiny sprinkle, and let it stay natural and fresh, like it's supposed to, or just don't bother and get the premade chemical waste if you can't bare it. Blah. CREAM is to be CREAM not spun sugar =>8(

(I guess the joke is, I don't even like this cake ! Hehhe, but this is what people at home love, and hey, as long as I get the strawberries on top, I'm fine. I'm a chocolate girl :) So eventually everybody got there. Sarah, Aziza's sister made a banner, and at 7.30 pm I see a car pulling up...everybody screamed and went to hide behinf a corner by the door. I wandered securely towards the door, waiting for her to open it with her key, and be stopped by the latch so I could open it, I hear the key, and..SHE WALKS STRAIGHT IN! The latch had mysteriously been lfited OFF, even though I triple checked it! In she walks, sees the diary and goes "Aaaw.."..and THAT'S when the 7 people AMBUSH her from everywhere with a 'AUAHAIUHAUAHU HI!!!", and scared the shit out of her! It was SO FUNNY and perfect :) After the general giggeling, we spent the first part of the evening eating chips and cake, and playing Balderdash (ask me if you really wanna know what it is, it's a fun game :). Some people left at 10, and the rest of us got an insane idea. We decided to get dressed up and have fun out somewhere. I was already covered with glitter sparkles, so I just added my featherboa...Jesica and Aziza wore lovely skirts and things, and the guys went and put on SUITS. It was so funny, but hey, they looked really handsome, so it was fun. Made me feel a bit like I walked into the Men In Black. Heh. Unfortunately the transformation took so long we were too late to go to a club, since everything CLOSE at 2 am, basicaly, so we ended up driving around for an hour, ending up at a restaurant, where some stayed, while me and Aziza and Jesse went to another tiny restaurant, Henry's, and got something to eat. I had a smashing salad with a walnut vinaigrette with GORGONZOLA CHEESE! (bluecheese is my life, although I prefer Dana Blue, it's smellier 8) At 3 we were back at the apartement, me, Jesica, Jesse, Joseph and Aziza. Aziza went to bed, Jesse and Joseph (ghod we are so many J's :) were gunna leave, then they didn't, and we decided it was time to go to Walmart, because Walmart is always Walmart at 3.30 am. We got there, and IT IS CLOSED because it's Easter. The world died. Walmart was closed. *cry and despair* We went home, they left, I dragged my mattress into Jesica's room for no good reason, we talked, we fell asleep.

Sunday Woke up around 11 am. Amazing considering I went to bed at 3.40 am friday night, and 5 am saturday night. Tumbled about. Watched Mannequin II on the telly. I love cheesy late 80's/early 90's movies. Showered excessively, trying to get the sparkles off my skin, with vague results. Watched the Tori song a couple of times. Called Maria back home. It went so/so...it was such a spur of the moment thing that we barely could think of anything to say. Felt weird, but I'm pretty sure things will fling back to the normal side of the pie once I get home. Joseph picked me and Aziza up for her *second* birthday party, this time with her family. Once again I sparkled, this time more subtle. I enjoy it. Congratulate you said you had a double tongue balancing cake and bread say goodbye to a glitter girl Tori Amos, Talula, Boys for Pele. It was so beautiful where Aziza lives, the trees and bushes (SHRUBBERIES!!), it reminded me *so* much of home... It was a bit intimidating to meet all her aunts and people, but it was worth it...Her mother had cooked all these amazing middle eastern dishes that blew me away completely, but then again, when don't good food make me a real funky rabbit? Around 8 me and Jesse stole Aziza's sisters' room to watch The Simpsons. I have this love-hate relationship with that kid that always points when something goes wrong and goes "HAA-HA!". Eventually people migrated to that room, and we all decided to go rent a movie. When we got to Visart things got weird though. Aziza and Joseph wanted to watch 2001, but I dunno. It didn't feel like a 2001 kind of night, I'd rather wait and have a 2001 and 2010 marathon a weekend instead. Jesse weren't that up to it either, but we rented it. As we got into the separate cars to go to our apartement, though, me and Jesse decided that NO it was NOT a 2001 night, so we thought "HEY! Let's start working our way down that movie list!" (It's a list we composed late friday night with movies we think the other should see, or that we both have seen and want to see again. So far the list consist of Beetlejuice (love ittt), Urga(Close to Eden), Bruce Lee, Hercules in New York, V, 2001 and 2010, Red Dwarf, Mystical Science Theater 3000, an Evil Dead movie. Yeah. We have strange tastes, I guess...:) After some hassle we managed to get Beetlejuice and Close to Eden, and went to where he lives to watch'em (after a short stop by the apartement to show we were alive). They were in the midst of 2001. EEeE. IT IS SO GOOD. I think I was 8 when I first saw it, but I remember falling asleep twice during that long ape sequence with bone banging to Also Sprach Zarathustra. I know I've made it through it though. Now if I could only remember it... Met Jesse's pets. He has a dog that is SO CUTE! Seriously, she was so adorable and fuzzy and sweet and snuggly and oh I miss my cats =(. We watched Beetlejuice, and came to the conclusion that that was definately the role that will forever haunt Michael Keaton. He will *never* be able to top it, not even with his Batman (which is the only new Batman I will tolerate, I'm kind'a anal about my heroes. Val Kilmer my ass. blah 8() Just was we were starting Urga (Close to Eden) up, Jesse's mom came home, and got sucked in, as it's both their favourite movie (I've been waiting eagerly since _1991_ to see it, I come to America, and *actually* stumble on someone who've not only heard about it, but regards it as it's favourite movie. Life is strange.) Urga. URGA. It was just as spectacular and quiet and enormous and far away and in my belly as I expected it to be. GO RENT IT! I don't CARE if you hate subtitles and have never seen a Russian movie in your live, 'tis WORTH IT! There.

The movie was over at 2 am. The three of us sat and talked (me wrapped up in Jesse's quilt coz I WAS FREEZING MY ASS OFF, I'm not built for chilly nights, especially not still wearing a thin shirt and shorts from the party) for almost another hour, until we realized it just wasn't worth going to bed, especialy not considering I had to get up at 6 to go to school anyways. And so we stayed up. Jesse's mother was a real cool woman, I must say, we ended up having this long conversation about Trainspotting, Jerry Springer, snow, and eventually she came to the conclusion that I must be related to them, as we're messy in the same kind'a way. What can I say. I'm okay by messy stuff. I feel COMFY in messy homes. Dunno what it is. I make a bad Virgo. Around 4-5 am the food craving's started to pop up. She claimed she couldn't go to bed unless she fed me, since I had to go to school and be there all day with no food, and so I ended up with a gorgeous tofu lasagna. Unfortunately I managed to spill it on me balancing my way into Jesse's room. Hehe, it's the first time I've EVER had anyone say "Oh don't you hate when that happen??", instead of "Oh no...(in that "wow yer clumpsy" tone of voice..) heh. I washed it off my shirt and ate the food happily. It's amazing how incoherent I can get when I speak that late/early. At 6 he drove me home, I put on some pants, packed my schoolbag, said morning to Jesica who'd just woken up, so she'd know I was ok since I hadn't called home, and off we went to wait for my bus to Durham. It came, I waved, and off the lad got to go to bed, while I went to school. So unfair :) I warned the busdriver and asked him to please wake me up if I fell asleep, so I could get off at my school. And that is where I now sit, tired in that ridiculous way that make me blink and blink and blink like an owl. I still have sparkles all over my face, and I smell strange. Tofu lasagna. Heh.

Strange day in school. My Personal and Social development professor kept insisting how I should think about switching to Drama instead of English. I have "an artists curious look on life", and I'm so "flamboyant". Blergh. When people say things like that it pushes me down into my shoes (my one and only pair of shoes), because I feel like I'm tricking everybody, because deep down I'm just a wrinkly walnut like everybody else. Except I'm the one with the sparkles. :)

I won a web award!! I'm so proud now 8))) How's this for an entry?? 'Tis giganitc! What can I say. It was a *marvellous* weekend :)

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