3/24/2011
3/23/2011
3/21/2011
Sept cent millions de chinois/et moi/et moi/et moi
What a slogan...
Been abit all around town this afternoon, and on I don't know how many buses. Things are working out so so well right now that I constantly have to knock on wood/pinch my arm/et cetera.
3/20/2011
from Paris to Berlin/and every/disco I get in
Quite a week, and not necessarily in a good way. Ate nutella crêpes down by the harbour. Had a random man screaming at me.Cut my hair short. Started watching "Mauro & Pluras kök" to keep gaining those middleage-points (last year it was "Escape to the Country"), completed an actual essay, started feeling like there's a big elephant in the room, talked to my brother for the first time in forever, been listening to the tallest man on earth (click), got a massive torticollis(or necklock as I'd prefer to call it) and been feeling like a retard the last 12 hours having to sit with my head askew, going looking for realestate tomorrow. Fingers crossed and please please please let me get what I want, don't wanna see me and Bristol ending up like Romeo and Juliet.
I once had a girl/or should I say/she once had me
Went to see Norweigan Wood on friday. It was rather odd (especially when I started recognising our old hostbrother Angus in the maincharater - not a good move), and it was full of rather a lot of beautiful quotations that I wanted to write down. Most of all I guess it was just beautifully filmed.
3/19/2011
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