I am home, I am well and I will hopefully post the saga of London sometime soon... if not, I'll tell you verbally if we are in position to do so.
~The jet-lagged Spookyo_O
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Well I ma here in London... We started off last wednesday to Keflavik airport at two o'clock. The flight itself went rather well and we landed at at approximately seven o'clock. We got our luggage and got through Stansted surrisingly fast considering that there were 16 of us... fast if it had just been 2 of us. NOW this is where the problem started, waiting for train tickets was a LOOOOONG wait, but hey, we aren't drama students for nothing so we just made our own fun... or rather Sigga Eir made our fun :) here is Sigga's and Katrin's song (it's a rap, the capital letters are sung by both Sigga and Katrin):
I wish I was a little bit TALLER
I wish I was a BALLER
I wish I had a girl
if I had I would CALL 'ER.
katina og fjor.
It goes without saying to experienced travelers that its a huge pain in the rumpus to travel in trains with you luggage A PAIN IN THE RUMPUS! Especially when you have to wait for the good part of an hour or more waiting while they buy these week passes for the trains... and buy for the wrong zones and have to go again to buy the right ones... I want to think the god of Red Bull, I am a firm believer that s/he saved my life and sanity.
Well after a long train ride and a few chuckles and twitches of the eye we FINALLY arrived at our Hostel at about twelve o'clock I believe. The Millenium Lodge is one of the dirtiest and most shadiest places I have ever been, yes even more shady then De Boomkikker. Every person here looks like they would hurt you for the gold in your pocket. With our doubts we collected our key's and headed to our rooms (in the stairs to our room there was a huge painting of Bjork). We decided to go downstairs and have a beer to celebrae our arrival. In the end we were all singing and dancing and had our oppinions toppled over and hid under the ugly rug... this is one of the most fantastic places we could have stumbled upon.
The morning after we woke up at eight o'clock and started off to the complimentary breakfast buffet, I kinda wish we hadn't. The cornflakes had a selection of heated milk...and living room heated milk, the juice was bitter, the toast was awful... so we kindof left in a hurry and just headed downtown... not much to tell there becuase I wpent the whole day following the Sigga's through their shopping, I managed to get tnbc dvd and a book. *sigh* this was from about 9:30-16:00.
Later that evening we put on our spiffy clothes and headed out to the train station.. going to see old dick (Richard) II at old wick, there were slight difficulties finding the place but no biggie. The acting was fabulous, the costumes were great... beside that this was the single most boring experiences of my entire life! It's all "bla bla bla bla bla" with Shakespear.. plus my seat creaked, was uncomfortable and the frikkin spring poked from out of the cushion. I think of all my orgas my back hated this show the most, it atleast protested the most.
After the show we though we might be meeting the actors to chat and drink with them... This dod not happen... we went to the theatre's lounge and bar and drank and there were the actors, sitting and drinking, but not with us, more all around us... and no mr. Spacey.
We went back to the hostel because we knew that there was a KARAOKE night there. And the nightcap was for me, Antoin crashing the party... my self esteem going to the shits, and going to sleep, to be waken up several times by my drunker friends and their antics.
Now is he next morning and we are heading for some school of dramatic arts, and I am personally heading for HP4 with my friend and to hang with him for the remainder of the day and going to popstarz tonight to dance.
CHEERIO! (CHERIOOOOOOS <-Elin)
I wish I was a little bit TALLER
I wish I was a BALLER
I wish I had a girl
if I had I would CALL 'ER.
katina og fjor.
It goes without saying to experienced travelers that its a huge pain in the rumpus to travel in trains with you luggage A PAIN IN THE RUMPUS! Especially when you have to wait for the good part of an hour or more waiting while they buy these week passes for the trains... and buy for the wrong zones and have to go again to buy the right ones... I want to think the god of Red Bull, I am a firm believer that s/he saved my life and sanity.
Well after a long train ride and a few chuckles and twitches of the eye we FINALLY arrived at our Hostel at about twelve o'clock I believe. The Millenium Lodge is one of the dirtiest and most shadiest places I have ever been, yes even more shady then De Boomkikker. Every person here looks like they would hurt you for the gold in your pocket. With our doubts we collected our key's and headed to our rooms (in the stairs to our room there was a huge painting of Bjork). We decided to go downstairs and have a beer to celebrae our arrival. In the end we were all singing and dancing and had our oppinions toppled over and hid under the ugly rug... this is one of the most fantastic places we could have stumbled upon.
The morning after we woke up at eight o'clock and started off to the complimentary breakfast buffet, I kinda wish we hadn't. The cornflakes had a selection of heated milk...and living room heated milk, the juice was bitter, the toast was awful... so we kindof left in a hurry and just headed downtown... not much to tell there becuase I wpent the whole day following the Sigga's through their shopping, I managed to get tnbc dvd and a book. *sigh* this was from about 9:30-16:00.
Later that evening we put on our spiffy clothes and headed out to the train station.. going to see old dick (Richard) II at old wick, there were slight difficulties finding the place but no biggie. The acting was fabulous, the costumes were great... beside that this was the single most boring experiences of my entire life! It's all "bla bla bla bla bla" with Shakespear.. plus my seat creaked, was uncomfortable and the frikkin spring poked from out of the cushion. I think of all my orgas my back hated this show the most, it atleast protested the most.
After the show we though we might be meeting the actors to chat and drink with them... This dod not happen... we went to the theatre's lounge and bar and drank and there were the actors, sitting and drinking, but not with us, more all around us... and no mr. Spacey.
We went back to the hostel because we knew that there was a KARAOKE night there. And the nightcap was for me, Antoin crashing the party... my self esteem going to the shits, and going to sleep, to be waken up several times by my drunker friends and their antics.
Now is he next morning and we are heading for some school of dramatic arts, and I am personally heading for HP4 with my friend and to hang with him for the remainder of the day and going to popstarz tonight to dance.
CHEERIO! (CHERIOOOOOOS <-Elin)
Monday, November 14, 2005
I want to tell you guys a story, gay pride 2004:
It was a fantastic day, one of the most happiest days of my life, only shadowed by my sisters wedding. The parade had come to its final point and the show was ending with most of us on stage dancing infront of all the people that came to support us. My mom was in the crowd watching, smiling, maybe even doing a little jig when a woman comes to her and asks "is the angel yours?" (I was wearing an angel costume because I was amor... a part of this wedding/love theme we had) and my mom replied "yes", the woman tells her "you are very lucky, my son was gay, but he couldn't cope with it, he killed himself.."
When my mom told me about this, I felt so shocked... I want to cry when I think about it. What strikes me the most is his mom, I want to hug her. Just think about it, if he had only told her... maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way... now when he is dead she honors him by supporting him, well atleast his memory. It's like a rock on your heart thinking about this... I want to meet her and I want to tell her how wonderful she is..
How utterly alone he must have felt. So incredibly alone that he had to take to these mesures..
I hope he is happy wherever he is, and I hope she is also happy..
no words can really describe what you want to say to people who have experienced loss like this..
People... love is a strong power, most of the times its stronger the biggotry... dont leave the people that love you, even if you are afraid that they can't take you for who you are, if they love you they will learn.
~Haffi *without words*
It was a fantastic day, one of the most happiest days of my life, only shadowed by my sisters wedding. The parade had come to its final point and the show was ending with most of us on stage dancing infront of all the people that came to support us. My mom was in the crowd watching, smiling, maybe even doing a little jig when a woman comes to her and asks "is the angel yours?" (I was wearing an angel costume because I was amor... a part of this wedding/love theme we had) and my mom replied "yes", the woman tells her "you are very lucky, my son was gay, but he couldn't cope with it, he killed himself.."
When my mom told me about this, I felt so shocked... I want to cry when I think about it. What strikes me the most is his mom, I want to hug her. Just think about it, if he had only told her... maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way... now when he is dead she honors him by supporting him, well atleast his memory. It's like a rock on your heart thinking about this... I want to meet her and I want to tell her how wonderful she is..
How utterly alone he must have felt. So incredibly alone that he had to take to these mesures..
I hope he is happy wherever he is, and I hope she is also happy..
no words can really describe what you want to say to people who have experienced loss like this..
People... love is a strong power, most of the times its stronger the biggotry... dont leave the people that love you, even if you are afraid that they can't take you for who you are, if they love you they will learn.
~Haffi *without words*
Friday, November 11, 2005
I am going to set myself on fire...
this is a lie... I would never, burn wounds are weird that way, the body works in mysterious ways, if you burn yourself the body makes this little water ballon of skin where you are burned... like "hey thats hot and dry... WATOOOOOOR!"
Body and mind are linked... right? so I was wondering, you mind gets burned... what does it do? does it hose itself down with ice cold water, it make's sense. If a person gets "burned" intellectually she/he usually reciprocates in a cold heartless demenor... as a way of saying "I dont care what you just said"
One thing left, spirit/heart etc. it must aswel retaliate in some way? But I dont think if a heart gets burned it cools down... if anything it just burns more, a white-hot flame OR it shuts down, hibernates. People work in mysterious ways.
Wow, I'm watching this movie, in the time it takes this guy's girlfriend to shout "Monty" twice he gets out of the tub, dries himself, does his hair and gets dressed... quite baffling, I wish i could do that when I'm late for school and smell like a dead baboons rotten ass... and sweaty.
I hate this chair, I've spent the last week in this chair when I'm at home, and if I'm not at school I'm home. Alone, cold, bored, watching tv, making my mind mold. I hate being alone, not the kindof alone where a friend can come over and cheer me up (allthough it would make the evenings less boring) but the kind of alone where you can't feel closeness of another person, the warm flow of somebody who really cares and really loves AND likes you.
I'm tired, brain is pretty mushy right now, been watching tv for about 5 hours now... 200+ channels and not one program worth watching, waste of money if you ask me but then again it's not my money and they consider it money well spent on sport programs to watch golf. I wish I had alot of money, i'd spend it wisely. Now I know what you're thinking "HAH! Haffi spending money wisely, give me a break" but I think if I had ALOT of money I could spend it for classes, yoga, drama workshops, new clothes, paint for my walls, christmas presents for my family and friends. My theaory is that when you have little money ALL the time you will spend it for candy, videos, food, fast food, trinkets, coffee, tea... Don't get me wrong, if I had ALOT of money I would of course buy all those little things BUT I would also have new clothes and such. I would pay to get into a good school so I can have a happier life.
Ah, the rythm I had is going, you know what that meens when you start typing slower and dont know what to say, it usually meens that this post will end soon enough.
Too many people read this thing, so many things one can't vent.
friends
love
pressure
future
school
life
fun
work
family
me
health
body
soul
mind
energy is needed...
I tried to write a poem today, about nearly falling asleep in class, the first verse is allright... then it went downhill from there.
I haven't spoken to Tom for a long while, I wonder if he's mad at me or hurt because the last time we talked I was on a pretty big bummer and I just couldn't get into what he wanted to talk about. I was maybe a little overly harsh... I hope he's ok.
I figured out why you feel like you're falling when you look down from a cliff or a tall building, because when things are far away they look smaller, right? That's what happens, you look down and the base of the building/cliff/wall etc. looks more narrow than where you're standing ergo you feel like the base is kindof behind you rather than under you = it can't be stable so you fall.
I want this song... I can't recall what it's called. A big part of the lyrics or chorus is something like "thrash dot slash dot thrash dot com" or something.... do you know it?
I love you guys, even if you don't hear me say it enough, even if I don't call you, don't hang with you or don't see you alot, I do love you... but I can't change the way I am but rest assured that I probably treat every one in my life just the same way as I do you. I love you and I wish it was enough.
rule of thumbs you guys: Love! just love the people you do love, hug when you want to, smile at everybody you wish happiness and just smile when you read sappy stuff like this. I try to follow my own advice, allthough I must admit I have my bad days... but it gets easier. My experience is that when you do this good things come naturally.
Good night *lights out*
~Haffi
this is a lie... I would never, burn wounds are weird that way, the body works in mysterious ways, if you burn yourself the body makes this little water ballon of skin where you are burned... like "hey thats hot and dry... WATOOOOOOR!"
Body and mind are linked... right? so I was wondering, you mind gets burned... what does it do? does it hose itself down with ice cold water, it make's sense. If a person gets "burned" intellectually she/he usually reciprocates in a cold heartless demenor... as a way of saying "I dont care what you just said"
One thing left, spirit/heart etc. it must aswel retaliate in some way? But I dont think if a heart gets burned it cools down... if anything it just burns more, a white-hot flame OR it shuts down, hibernates. People work in mysterious ways.
Wow, I'm watching this movie, in the time it takes this guy's girlfriend to shout "Monty" twice he gets out of the tub, dries himself, does his hair and gets dressed... quite baffling, I wish i could do that when I'm late for school and smell like a dead baboons rotten ass... and sweaty.
I hate this chair, I've spent the last week in this chair when I'm at home, and if I'm not at school I'm home. Alone, cold, bored, watching tv, making my mind mold. I hate being alone, not the kindof alone where a friend can come over and cheer me up (allthough it would make the evenings less boring) but the kind of alone where you can't feel closeness of another person, the warm flow of somebody who really cares and really loves AND likes you.
I'm tired, brain is pretty mushy right now, been watching tv for about 5 hours now... 200+ channels and not one program worth watching, waste of money if you ask me but then again it's not my money and they consider it money well spent on sport programs to watch golf. I wish I had alot of money, i'd spend it wisely. Now I know what you're thinking "HAH! Haffi spending money wisely, give me a break" but I think if I had ALOT of money I could spend it for classes, yoga, drama workshops, new clothes, paint for my walls, christmas presents for my family and friends. My theaory is that when you have little money ALL the time you will spend it for candy, videos, food, fast food, trinkets, coffee, tea... Don't get me wrong, if I had ALOT of money I would of course buy all those little things BUT I would also have new clothes and such. I would pay to get into a good school so I can have a happier life.
Ah, the rythm I had is going, you know what that meens when you start typing slower and dont know what to say, it usually meens that this post will end soon enough.
Too many people read this thing, so many things one can't vent.
friends
love
pressure
future
school
life
fun
work
family
me
health
body
soul
mind
energy is needed...
I tried to write a poem today, about nearly falling asleep in class, the first verse is allright... then it went downhill from there.
I haven't spoken to Tom for a long while, I wonder if he's mad at me or hurt because the last time we talked I was on a pretty big bummer and I just couldn't get into what he wanted to talk about. I was maybe a little overly harsh... I hope he's ok.
I figured out why you feel like you're falling when you look down from a cliff or a tall building, because when things are far away they look smaller, right? That's what happens, you look down and the base of the building/cliff/wall etc. looks more narrow than where you're standing ergo you feel like the base is kindof behind you rather than under you = it can't be stable so you fall.
I want this song... I can't recall what it's called. A big part of the lyrics or chorus is something like "thrash dot slash dot thrash dot com" or something.... do you know it?
I love you guys, even if you don't hear me say it enough, even if I don't call you, don't hang with you or don't see you alot, I do love you... but I can't change the way I am but rest assured that I probably treat every one in my life just the same way as I do you. I love you and I wish it was enough.
rule of thumbs you guys: Love! just love the people you do love, hug when you want to, smile at everybody you wish happiness and just smile when you read sappy stuff like this. I try to follow my own advice, allthough I must admit I have my bad days... but it gets easier. My experience is that when you do this good things come naturally.
Good night *lights out*
~Haffi
