tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80933152469474897742024-03-04T22:37:02.582-08:00NocturneJust a place where I can put my mind at easeTiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-46191028295277251412018-07-02T05:49:00.000-07:002018-07-02T05:49:11.156-07:00First original artwork I've ever boughtSo as a I'm rapidly approaching the big 3-0, I'm having a pretty hard time processing it.<br />Literally none of my plans or my "things to do before you turn 30" have been fulfilled, and I'm not gonna lie; it's absolutely terrifying going into my thirties as an absolute failure.<br />
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But that's another post for another time.<br /><br />As for right now, I want to talk about what I've spent my money on!<br />Honestly, even if it wasn't on my bucket list, it should have been. I'm doing my best to fill this summer with things to anticipate and garner joy from, just to keep my emotions at least a little bit more balanced. This one is probably the thing I'm looking forward to the most thus far, and it was a fairly impulsive, spur of the moment purchase.<br /><br />I've been following artist Dustin Bailard on all available plattforms for quite a while, and I absolutely adore his work. As my ridiculous luck would have it, he was selling a couple of his original artworks the same night I got some of the worst personal news of 2018. And going on no sleep, into the night of a terrible day, one week before my birthday...well, it was a recipe for impulsive buys.<br />He had some of his coffee witches with their feline friends up, and I was hoping, nay, PLEADING with the universe that he would have this lovely little green witch and her little green furry friend for sale, because they captured my heart when he had posted them on his social media. And lo and behold, they appeared in the store!<br /><br />With a little mental acrobatics and some back and forth, I decided to take the leap and bid on the artwork. And I got it. And I lost my marbles.<br />I was so overcome with joy that I was certain I would trip over my dogs and knock myself out. You know, just for the univeral balance of it all.<br /><br />I was afraid I would go to bed and wake up and regret it all, but I am so happy that I actually took the leap and bought something from someone I admire.<br />
<br />Look, I get scared of everything. People say that fear is never a good reason not to do something, and even though I'm inclined to agree, fear stops me from doing a whole bunch of things in life. For once I didn't let it stop me, and I'm sososo glad that it turned out this way.<br />
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<br />Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-80636474618298473842018-07-01T19:26:00.002-07:002018-07-01T19:26:45.542-07:00Oh. My. Goodness!!!<br />
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I managed to get back into my account after all these years!<br />
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I'm taking this blog back. This is going to be fun!Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-32631783934058838062011-01-02T20:48:00.000-08:002011-01-02T20:48:24.422-08:00Ben Wilson, Chewing-gum man<em>From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</em><br />
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Ben Wilson is a London-based artist who creates tiny works of art by painting onto chewing gum stuck to the pavement.<br />
Wilson started experimenting with occasional chewing-gum paintings in 1998, and in October 2004 began working on them full time. He has created more than 10,000 of these works on pavements all over the UK and parts of Europe.<br />
Wilson heats the gum with a small blow torch and then adds lacquer to harden it. He then uses special acrylic paints to create his designs. The paintings can take up to ten hours to produce.<br />
Wilson's work has been featured by the media, including the BBC, This Is Local London, Raw Vision and The Daily Telegraph. Two short documentary films have also been made about Wilson.<br />
In 2005 Wilson was arrested in Trafalgar Square, and in 2009 he was arrested by the City of London Police on suspicion of criminal damage, although the case was dropped a few months later.<br />
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It's so dark and tense, I love the emotions in it. Classical music has to have a personality for me to pay any sort of attention, and I can honestly listen to the whole Requiem on repeat for days if I have to, it's jsut that good.<br />
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So yeah, it's been a rough couple of months.<br />
However, the most important part of the past 6 months is that I've actually managed to get through my first semester in over 5 years, and to be honest, I wasn't sure I'd make it. Even mom was surprised that it wasn't harder for me.<br />
Mind you, out of 2.5 classes, I almost failed one of them, and that teacher has now singled me out among 60+ students as a bad seed.<br />
So, not much has changed since high school I suppose.<br />
Anyway, things have slowly been tearing at the seams for quite a while, and we all know what I do whn the world is being dumb? Yup, I sleep.<br />
So, with my father talking to me and not my mom, I'm stuck in the uncomfortable position of being a "buffer". It's all ... I don't know, sort of contrived. We talk so super-nicely together, but neither one of us believes it, and the whole charade is exhausting.<br />
He put us in a position where I could have this conversation with someone:<br />
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<em><strong>Person:</strong> So, how did your family celebrate the holidays?</em><br />
<em><strong>Me:</strong> The "family" isn't really celebrating, dad left on christmas eve.</em><br />
<em><strong>Person:</strong> Oh? Where to?</em><br />
<em><strong>Me.</strong> Don't know.</em><br />
<em><strong>Person:</strong> When will he be coming home?</em><br />
<em><strong>Me:</strong> Don't know.</em><br />
<em><strong>Person</strong>:...WILL he be coming home?</em><br />
<em><strong>Me:</strong>...Don't know...</em><br />
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I mean COME ON, that's a shitty thing to put your family through, no matter how much you "hate" them. (I honestly don't know how that man feels about us, but I'm not sure "hate" is the right word)<br />
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Mom and I went through his computer room and found tickets to a fantastic hotel in sunny Lanzarote. The guy spent over $700 to get away from us. And didn't even get me a christmas present (though that isn't really anything new)<br />
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So in the buildup to this the tensions have been flaring at my house with a sort of passive-agressive state of "I can ignore you more than you can ignore me"<br />
And it's tearing my mother to bits, she's at a crossroad in her life and I know she feels the pressure of making an important choice. But damn it, I'm tired of this.<br />
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Anyway, during this time I've slept. ALOT. Cancelling every kind of social gathering I was invited to. People have gotten quite sick of it, and honestly, I don't blame them. I would get sick of me too if I didn't know that I had some personal issues to deal with.<br />
But yeah, I haven't really heard from any friends in this period. And I don't want to do the whole damage control just yet, because it's not over. So I'll just try to ride it out and see what happens.<br />
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My exams went well but the whole process up until the second time we stepped into the examination room left me quite drained.<br />
I did so much work, and was so unreliable in showing up that I not only exhausted myself, I also emotionally drained my partner. I let her tell me exactly how she felt after we were done. She needed to get it off her chest, and I didn't really see the harm in it because I knew pretty much what she was going to say.<br />
Unreliable, careless, wouldn't work with me again unless something changed etc etc. I didn't really expect the word "disrespectful", but I suppose I was being disrespectful in some form.<br />
Thing is, and we both know it, my hard work and quick thinking got us the final grade. I usually try to make up for my shortcomings, but I understand that this isn't necessarily as visible to others as it is for me.<br />
I try not to let it bother me, telling myself that things will fix themselves in time, but yeah...<br />
School starts in 2 days, and I've been completely isolated in the livingroom with my mom for the past week and a half. We occupied that room and wouldn't leave. We have it 'till friday when dad comes home. (Yes, he has been wonderful in text messages etc.)<br />
I have no idea how school is gonna go. I haven't really been able to reload my batteries because I know that a heapload of shit awaits. However, I feel confident that I can pull of another semester, turns out I actually like studying to become a teacher. Go fig.<br />
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Anyway, awesome new movie that I have put off watching for way too long: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.<br />
Yes, I know this is a "must-see" movie, but I usually fail to see those types of movies. I'm still avoiding Slumdog Millionare, so that must say something?<br />
Anyway, Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet in the lead roles. Yeah, maybe that's why I waited so long, I had a hard time imagining those two having any type of on-screen chemistry.<br />
Turns out (as usual) that I was kinda wrong.<br />
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The movie is sweet, and unusual. And once you get past the annoyance of not understanding what the hell that is going on, it becomes quite enjoyable.<br />
I must say I hated the sub-plot and consequently the ending. I found it unecessary and it kind of ruined the beauty and the "destiny". Had the two characters managed to meet after erasing each other and had a chance to experience it all over I think I would have liked it more.<br />
I just didn't see the point in Kirsten Dunst being in love with an old man and then fucking up everything in the end. If she wanted her memories back that's fine, but it does not mean that everyone else shared her sentiment.<br />
That sorta ruined it for me.<br />
And what is up with Kirsten Dunst appearing in most of my new favorite movies? I don't dislike her, but I don't actively go out seeking her newest flick. What is up with thaaaat???<br />
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ALSO: The Raven, and Edgar Allan Poe movie is being filmed and is to be released ...uh...sometime in 2011 or 12, I dunno, it doesn't say.<br />
I'm glad, but I just read the synopsis, and it sounds kinda lame comared to what one could do...<br />
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<em>"A fictionalized account of the last days of Edgar Allan Poe's life, in which the poet is in pursuit of a serial killer whose murders mirror those in the writer's stories. "</em><br />
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Uhm..yay? At least we'll get to experience more than just "The Raven" but EAP wrote more than just horror stories. I do hope that at least some lines from "Annabel Lee" are in there somewhere<br />
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John Cusack is set to play Poe, and I think that he can pull it off. I would have been devestated if they'd cast Depp. Still, Michael Sheen dressed up as Poe this Halloween, and the likenes is uncanny!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, here is <span style="font-size: large;">Annabel Lee</span>:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was many and many a year ago,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In a kingdom by the sea,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That a maiden there lived whom you may know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By the name of ANNABEL LEE;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this maiden she lived with no other thought</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Than to love and be loved by me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was a child and she was a child,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In this kingdom by the sea;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But we loved with a love that was more than love-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I and my Annabel Lee;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Coveted her and me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this was the reason that, long ago,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In this kingdom by the sea,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My beautiful Annabel Lee;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that her highborn kinsman came</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And bore her away from me,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To shut her up in a sepulchre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In this kingdom by the sea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The angels, not half so happy in heaven,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Went envying her and me-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In this kingdom by the sea)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That the wind came out of the cloud by night,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But our love it was stronger by far than the love</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of those who were older than we-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of many far wiser than we-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And neither the angels in heaven above,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nor the demons down under the sea,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can ever dissever my soul from the soul</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the sepulchre there by the sea,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In her tomb by the sounding sea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-71480026998883373752010-09-24T17:57:00.000-07:002010-09-24T17:57:10.878-07:00Fuckery!!!!I Have tickets for the RAW show in Birmingham this November.<br />
I now find out that one of my favorites isn't gonna be there because his contract expired last week.<br />
Pissed?<br />
Yes, very much so.<br />
Jericho, I wish I could see you live. Please let there be another opportunity for me.<br />
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It's written by Audrey Niffenegger, and she shows great penmanship by writing the story from two points of view. She uses everyday language in the dialogue that helps you get closer to the characters. It's a thick book, but I would recommend it even to people who don't like to read, because it let's you read in short stretches if you want to.<br />
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I've seen the movie out, but I haven't watched it. As much as I love Rachel McAdams, I can't see her as Claire, and I cannot for the life of me see Eric Bana as Henry. <br />
I'll probably watch it at some point, but not before I've completely digested the book.<br />
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Moondance - Michael Bublè (originally by Van Morrison)</em><br />
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So this week I've watched more beautiful movies than I've done in a long time.<br />
I've cried, I've laughed and I've been holding my breath. I feel like I've lived a hundred lives this week alongside my own.<br />
There has been a lot of chaos going on in my personal life, and I'm trying as hard as I can to not let it affect me, but it has been quite clear that I've been quite destroyed subconsciously. That was made crystal clear for me every time I watched one of these movies, because I never cry when I watch movies. But this week I've cried like a little baby.<br />
The first movie I saw I checked out because I read this one quote online that was from the movie:<br />
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<em>"You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest."</em><br />
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For anyone that doesn't know, this line is said by Dwayne in the movie "Little miss Sunshine"<br />
Now I'd heard about this movie, quite alot actually, but there didn't seem to be anything "in it for me". When I read that quote I knew I had to see it. I also stumbled over this picture that settled whatever doubt I might have had.<br />
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<em> </em>Anyway, I really loved Steve Carell in this movie, and I usually find him annoying. I like the depth he brought to this character. But it helps that the movie is a pure joy to watch. It was just adorable.<br />
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The second movie also triggered my attention primarily from a quote. I didn't think much of the quote the times I read it, but when I came over the book and started reading it, and the quote was put in context, it made a really powerful statement.<br />
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<em>"What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.<br />
When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly."</em><br />
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</em></div>This is said after the boys study the diary of Cecilia Lisbon. A 13 year old girl that had just comitted suicide.<br />
The movie is "The Virgin Suicides", and I'd heard of this one as well. Sophia Coppola made a small piece of art in this movie. It's haunting, sad and confusing. I can't really say too much, but it is a "dialogue-movie". It reminded me a bit of "Wristcutters: A love story", but with a tragic twist. I recommend both of them!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The third movie was something I found in the discount bin at our local record shop. I didn't really have any money for a movie, but it called on me :p<br />
It was just magical from beginning to end.<br />
It helps that the kid playing the main character is Freddie Highmore (Charlie and the chocolate factory and the spiderwick chronicles)<br />
It's like I couldn't ask for a more lovable kid to play a really heartwarming character.<br />
The this that surprised me in this movie was how at first sight the actors chosen to play their roles were a complete mismatch. Jonathan Rhys Meyers (whom I've never bothered to watch in anything) and Keri Russel (our own Felicity) play a couple. What? But it actually works amazingly. Their look, mainly their eyes and lips, is so mesmerizing and beautiful that I can't remember why I didn't think they'd work. <br />
Robin Williams is a despicable villain. Just a loathesome guy that you get mad at. Didn't think that one would work either, but it did.</div>The movie in question is called "August Rush" and is about hearing the music.<br />
Needless to say, there is a whole lot of fantastic music in this film, and Rhys Meyers actually sings the songs he performes in the movie.<br />
Argh, I could talk about it forever, so just go watch it.<br />
The quote here is said by Highmore in the beginning of the movie (though there are plenty good ones to choose from, just like in the other movies):<br />
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<em>"But I believe in music... The way that some people believe in fairy tales."</em><br />
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<em>Breaking inside - Shinedown</em><br />
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I have been seriously threatened three times in my life. All three times it was said that I was gonna be put in the hospital with a disfigured face. <br />
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The first time was by an unknown girl and her gang when I was 13 years old. She was mouthy, but the only physical contact she made was when she grabbed my face and squeezed. I had been rude with her because she was picking on my friend.<br />
I was mentally destroyed after this incident. I was scared for weeks and exhausted from thinking too much.<br />
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The second time was this summer before I turned 22. <br />
The perpetrator in this case was a drunk guy I was familiar with from work. He was also very descriptive when he told me all the things we would do to my face. I had been trying to calmly get back my jacket that he had taken from me and was currently wearing.<br />
One thing I remember hearing him say quite vividly was that I was gonna have to swallow my teeth. The only physical contact he made was grabbing my jacket and refusing to let go. He pulled me close and held me and spat out threat after threat.<br />
I was a little shaken by that incident. I was mostly angry, but it lasted for 3 or 4 days.<br />
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The third time was yesterday.<br />
This time I was threatened by someone I know very well. This person only said that another comment from me would cost me serious time in the orthopedic part of the hospital. So I said "yeah right"<br />
The only physical contact this person made was when they grabbed my face and shook my head. I got up and started yelling at them. This person then grabbed my face again and slapped me several times with a free hand.<br />
I feel nothing. No fear, no anger, no sadness. <br />
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So I don't understand, shouldn't it have been the other way around? Shouldn't it hurt me more that someone I know well would put their hands on me than a complete stranger?<br />
I am a little angry, but mainly because I can't seem to get into a real fight. <br />
Yeah I know that sounds beyond stupid, but it annoys me that the three incidents with serious threats were made by complete pussies. <br />
Maybe that is what pisses me off the most? That they were all big-mouthed pussies with no balls to back up their words?<br />
I figure if you're gonna say something like that, be prepared to back that shit up. If not, keep your ugly mouth SHUT!<br />
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<em>Nothing precious at all - Stereophonics</em><br />
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Today was my second day of school.<br />
Today was also the first time I realized what I had chosen as my career in life. I am actually gonna be a teacher. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to chose this path.<br />
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One of my english teacher spoke of the things we would encounter as teachers, and I actually got emotional. I think that's a great sign. She was very passionate about being a teacher, and I do hope I have the same amount of passion and joy in my work as she seems to have.<br />
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We are quite a few people in my class, and I have returned to my old ways when put in a school environment. I think it'll all work out nicely as soon as I learn to relax and not take myself too seriously. I must admit I'm not too keen on getting as many friends as possible, and this first week is all about being drunk and meeting new people.<br />
Now don't get me wrong, I do enjoy getting my dumb ass drunk, but I don't think that's the best way for ME personally to make friends. I understand that drinking makes people more social, but I just don't see myself gaining too much on it.<br />
I also have zero money, and we all know that getting drunk isn't free. So no go for me.<br />
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I got turned down for a job today. That is the first time I've ever been turned down after going to an interview. I suppose the painkillers I was on were a bit stronger than I thought. I seriously can't think of any other reason for being turned down. I'm a great worker and I have a great CV.<br />
I do have my doubts as to what my former boss might have said about me, but I could never imagine that he would say anything negative out of spite. <br />
Would he?<br />
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Oh well, just have to keep looking. Again. <br />
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I really hate this part...<br />
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Ok, it may be my first day of school, but I have to check up on my wrestling news, and it looks like Daniel Bryan was back on RAW last night!!! (Was he on Summerslam as well? Does this mean I have to check it out even if I decided I wouldn't??)<br />
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I'm probably the slowest person in the world to catch up on wrestling news, but that makes me that much happier when I see stuff like this happen!!<br />
I knew he'd be back, but I thought they'd wait a bit longer before they brought him back. It fits nicely into the storyline, but why eliminate Darren Young? Ooooh, the excitement:p<br />
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*Does a happy dance*Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-86418854408204596612010-08-16T13:47:00.000-07:002010-08-16T13:47:31.889-07:00Spotify<em>Song: <br />
For blue skies - Strays don't sleep</em><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Spotify has made my life so much easier when it comes to discovering new music.<br />
Since I don't really like downloading music I've always had a hard time looking for new music without being a douche about it. <br />
I figured I could download a song and if I liked the essence of it I would buy the album to support the people behind the music, but it has always been a hassle.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Since my iPod got stolen and I lost 8500 songs I didn't have saved anywhere I'm terrified of using my new iPod. I put 200 songs on it when I got it, and I haven't added anything else since. I'm just so scared that I'll lose it again, and it hurts less knowing I only lose 200 songs. I know, crappy attitude, I should just do serious backups of all my songs, but fuck that, I don't wanna lose everything again!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">With Spotify it's all registered on my account, and I can't really lose it:p</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm the exact opposite of my father when it comes to music, I know there will always be good music out there just waiting for me to discover it. Dad thinks all good music ended in '67 or something with few exceptions.<br />
I'm always looking.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And I can't even describe the feeling I get when I find something new, I get completely euphoric about it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">With Spotify this has been a dance in the park for me. I can look up songs and artists at a whim, and I've found sooo much that I had never heard about.<br />
Yes, I do pay the monthly fee so that I don't have to listen to the comercials, but it's nothing compared to how much I use it! It's playing at least 12hrs every day, and it's always being updated. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I just love, love LOOOOOOOVE my Spotify!!!!!</div>Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-38391310406705332652010-08-16T12:39:00.000-07:002010-08-16T12:41:13.713-07:00Lita the animal lover<p>Amy Dumas (Lita) is my all time favorite female wrestler.<br />I see her as an inspiration like no one has been after her.<br />She had her own sense of self, and I admired what she did for female wrestling in the WWE.<br /><br />I found this beautiful video of her in the animal shelter on youtube, and I figured it showed a side of her that not too many people have seen.This was during her injury in 2002/2003.<br /><br />Amy is currently busy with her band "The Luchagors" and she seems fairly happy. I doubt she will ever return to wrestling, but she is more than welcome if she decides to do so. I would love to see her back in the ring, but only time will tell.</p><p> </p><p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DeMti-XUTg?fs=1&hl=nb_NO"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DeMti-XUTg?fs=1&hl=nb_NO" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p>Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-50315849595277927012010-08-13T05:52:00.000-07:002010-08-13T05:58:37.520-07:00OH THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!My dear GHAWD how it hurts!!<br /><br />I have had this pain (in what I thought was my tooth) for over two weeks now. Turns out it wasn't my tooth. Yes, I had to face my crippling fear of dentists just in order to be told that my teeth were fine.<br />So I figured it had to be my ear. By now it was hurting a whole lot more.<br />Went to the doctor with half my face/jaw in pain only to hear him say that, nope, he couldn't really see any reason for the pain.<br />He was kind enough to prescribe me some painkillers, but they honestly don't work half as well as I'd wish they did.<br />He also gave me some sort of medicine. I checked what it was for...<br />STDs... Wow, ok. If my pain doesn't end by monday I have to go back in to check it out.<br /><br />Problem: I start school this tuesday. If this pain isn't gone by monday I'll scream my head off!<br />I can't even describe it, it's like there is something expanding inside my teeth and jawline. The pain is throbbing, it's seriously some of the worst shit I've ever been through!<br /><br />Ow-fuckety-ow-OW!Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-28286497586250624272010-08-10T02:01:00.000-07:002010-08-10T02:21:02.090-07:00Love the way you lie<div>Ok, siden jeg ikke har noen musikkanaler og i grunnen ser på TV ganske sjelden pleier det å ta litt tid før jeg ser nye musikkvideoer.</div><br /><div>Når jeg sjekker dem ut må det enten være en sang jeg liker eller en annen spesifikk grunn. Tidligere brukte jeg Yahoo Music Videoes, men nå har de blitt mye mer begrenset, og det er vanvittig plagsomt.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Uansett (man har alltid tid til små digresjoner, hva?:)) har jeg sjekket ut "Love the way you lie" av Rihanna og Eminem. Grunnen til dette var fordi det visstnok var folk som hadde reagert på hvordan et voldelig forhold hadde blitt fremvist i videoen.<br />Det jeg har å si etter å ha sett den er dette:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fy faen. All heder og ære til Megan Fox og Dominic Monaghan. Det er intenst, det er dramatisk og hjerteskjærende vakkert på 4 korte minutter.<br />De virker helt fortapt i hverandre og kjærligheten blir vist side om side med de vanskelige stundene. Det er troverdig og godt gjennomført.<br />Det visuelle i videoen med flammene er "breathtaking", det er rett og slett utrolig vakkert å se på.</div><br /><div><br />Siden jeg personlig ikke har opplevd noe liknende i egne forhold er det kanskje lett å si, men man gjør jo opp et eget bilde av voldelige forhold.</div><br /><div>Jeg syns måten videoen ble gjennomført på husker å vise at disse forholdene er intense og uforståelige for noen som står på utsiden og ser inn.</div><br /><div>Videoen viser også at kjærligheten ikke alltid er seirende.<br /></div><br /><div>Jeg syntes rett og slett at videoen var såpass godt gjennomført (til tross for Rihannas grimaser og den fantastisk grelle hårsveisen) at jeg dro bloggen min ut av en dvale.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Og det sier vel litt;)</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIk-3JePEimxFhiMm_UUB9NIuU_byKH-MZfcFOhCHnkljl6fkaKrxOeE-0ni4esLWadBvWts73doNO4qmxEYDf1TraKiUzIla6Vf0MUB1vsMcMDoNLtsyzuCqFlqZ24Dnvl-7lcUBusTk/s1600/100722-em-rihanna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503708625017811538" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIk-3JePEimxFhiMm_UUB9NIuU_byKH-MZfcFOhCHnkljl6fkaKrxOeE-0ni4esLWadBvWts73doNO4qmxEYDf1TraKiUzIla6Vf0MUB1vsMcMDoNLtsyzuCqFlqZ24Dnvl-7lcUBusTk/s320/100722-em-rihanna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093315246947489774.post-18506011970786944522009-03-16T17:42:00.000-07:002009-03-16T19:13:31.949-07:00Il Divo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIlDfW28In1bhRS-N5LjGg5S-F_42GeLpQuOr7059UVPSctgU7RhXVoMZKlyHxps3b_n-EchB46DHUSDWiMsceeb2FmExvLv-Uj_IxBp8VJj7WxYTTnixfz0mGqkZN0EDPmQFF-YZdB8/s1600-h/nyfb.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313973795944612770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIlDfW28In1bhRS-N5LjGg5S-F_42GeLpQuOr7059UVPSctgU7RhXVoMZKlyHxps3b_n-EchB46DHUSDWiMsceeb2FmExvLv-Uj_IxBp8VJj7WxYTTnixfz0mGqkZN0EDPmQFF-YZdB8/s200/nyfb.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">So, where does one start off when one writes a blog?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">With a happening that triggered you to want to share something with the world (or a certain amount of friends, I highly doubt the world has so little time on their hands that they enjoy my rambling).</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">Aaaanywho, it's late, and I'm bored. What other reason could I possibly have to want to share my life? I have a perfectly good amount of diaries I could have written in, and that way also have known that I would be able to read this stuff over sometime in the future. If I forget this blogname, I'm effed.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">Last night (15.03.09) I went to see "An evening with Il Divo" with my mother. This is the second time we see the band, and I decided that it would be worth to pay 3 times as much money for the tickets in order to be VIP. Or...sort of VIP. We got hottickets from Live Nation, and a crummy little gift. I almost cried when I relized how much money I had spent, and that the xtra stuff we recieved ended up being kinda crap.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">BUT, I held my head up high and hoped that the seats would be more decent than the '06 "vip" seats.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">I only spent an hour doing hair and make-up (as opposed to the 3hrs in '06) and we were out the door at 06.30pm.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">We were promised our own entrance, and were a bit surprised to see a huuuuuge line there. With equally surprised people.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">But the line moved fast, and we were inside in no time.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">Mom nonchalantly walked past the gift-stand, and for the first time EVER, I didn't get anything. Thankfully there wasn't much that was cool there anyway, even tho I liked the tee with the burlesque lady with the band name over.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">And then we found our seats...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">I nearly started screaming like a crazy person... For real, no lie.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">We sat on the 7th row. THE 7TH ROW FROM THE STAGE!! And on the end of it, and since they had made the seats diagonal and stuff, there were no people infront of us! The seats were pure heaven! There were different groupings of seats, but we were in the group closest to the right side of the stage.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">I finally understood what I had paid that kind of money for, I was like 15ft away from touching the stage that my boys would be walking on.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">We sat near the right "runway", and the boys walked there all the time, one at the time.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">When the show started there were plenty of lights. As promised it was gonna be a "show". That was actually the only thing that let me down, whoever made the show didn't really pay much attention to the songs they guys were singing. Most of the things on the screen behind them were kind of pointless. The exception was the burning dress during one of the first songs. That visual was incredible. There were other nifty parts as well, slightly haute couture, but nothing as grand and amazing as we had been promised. And one of the lights kept hitting me right in the eyes when it moved.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">During "Isabel" David was standing on the runway right infront of us. That was by far one of my favorite moments in..LIFE. Seriously, hearing MY song, being sung TO ME, by DAVID MILLER. That was just amazing. I really thought my heart was gonne crawl out up my throat, out of my mouth and jump into his arms. I will never forget that moment. I didn't think it was possible, but "Isabel" means so much more to me now than it did a few days ago.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">The rest of the show was great, even tho they didn't sing some of my fav songs from the first album. Understandable enough, but they got quite a few great songs in. They also sang "Bridge over troubled water" specially for this tour, and in the encore they sang "Impossible Dream", also for this tour.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">They ended their show with "My way (a mi manera)" and we all got up and gave them a standing ovation. (Those of us that didn't get up during "La vida sin amor"to dance salsa we're more than happy to stand up now)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">At that point we started moving closer to the stage, and we ended up right next to it. The boys came out to sing "Amazing grace" in WONDERFUL suits (those penguin suits, I adore those) and Carlos came out on our side. He waved and smiled at us all, but none of us thought to actually stretch our hands out. When we all realized we could do that he had passed. Seb didn't go to our side, but Urs made his way up. Mom kept pushing me to stretch my hands out, but I didn't want to look like one of those crazy girls that does it just so they can touch them, but they don't own any cd's or know their names. So he passed. And David was walking behind him, and I figured this could easily be my only chance to ever touch his hand, and just as mom got ready to slap me upside the head I stretched out. He reached out and took my hand in his. For a split second David and I held hands. And even tho he didn't look at me, that was an amazing feeling. Adrenaline pushed thru my veins. Not only because I touched him (which should really be kind of trivial) but because I actually dared to stretch out. I don't think I would have slept if I DIDN'T do it, but it was great. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">The show ended and I turned around to see mom smirking like a cat that finally ate the canary. I didn't wanna say anything, but I was so proud and happy, and she managed to be quiet for at LEAST a minute before bursting out that that was sooo cool etc.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">I know that one could have paid a little more money, gotten VIP tickets to sit in the "pit", drink champagne, meet the guys and take pictures with them before the show. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">I didn't want that. Had Il Divo been a different act. A pop or rock act, and I loved them as much, I could have done that. But those guys aren't regulars on gossip blogs. I make a big deal NOT to figure out everything about them. That way they stay special and mysterious. And that made the handshake-thingy mean THAT much more. It's like touching a dream. Something completely abstract.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">Needless to say; I'm beyond happy.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">And this week will just keep getting better!:)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div>Tiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12870402033638228344noreply@blogger.com0