CHOCOLATE CAKE OR DEATH

keenoled @ 2013-01-13T23:57:00

2013-01-13T22:57:26Z

Got back from that kind of workshop that's more like a religious experience than a training camp, sorta depended on my cat to entertain and cheer me up, but tonight, he had the bad taste to throw himself in front of a car. *facedesk*
At least the person who hit him called it in, and the police who brought him to me were such sweethearts, called him by name and had him wrapped in a blanket to show me.

So now I'm sad, happy that he died quickly and painlessly and that he had a pretty great last day, sad because I was already sad and because I'm gonna miss him. That feeling where the apartment is empty is the worst.

keenoled @ 2012-11-07T06:50:00

2012-11-07T05:50:39Z

HELL YEAH.

keenoled @ 2012-04-08T13:00:00

2012-04-08T11:01:02Z

So proud of my friends. :DDD
I've known Johan for six or seven years now. I remember meeting him, and him telling me he wanted to be a dancer. He'd just started dancing at age eighteen. Yeah right, boyo, right?
He applied to the Ballet Academy in Stockholm. Mhm, right, good luck with that.
But then he was accepted. I was pretty much flailing, like wtf?
And then he graduated, and he still wanted to be a dancer. Yeah riight, right?
But then he got gigs and jobs and then he danced in a company in Oslo for a while. I saw some clip on TV, was like eh, he's not bad, I guess.
And then I saw him dance in SOD at Atalante, and just. Holyshit.
I'm so frigging proud of him. (He's the blonde one at 46:18.)

keenoled @ 2012-02-10T22:39:00

2012-02-10T21:39:13Z

I'm possibly moving. A guy is switching apartments with me, we're signing contracts on Wednesday. Barring disaster, I'll be moving around March 3.
The guy's alone and possibly an alcoholic and completely unsentimental, he just said okay after seeing my current place, and didn't change his mind. I'm blown away.
Apartment has two rooms and no balcony, but a real kitchen with a gas stove and oven. I'm so excited to start cooking and baking there.
All my stuff that's been in storage since 2008 (out of defiance). Jeez. I can't believe I'll get to unpack. My books, my music, my clothes, my costume stuff, comics, kitchen stuff. Unpack all the things. Jeeez.

The landlord company (I have no English in my dictionary for this, heh) is a big one here, so if I want to move again, trading inside the company is really easy. And the apartment is five hundred meters from one of my closest friends, and it's close enough to downtown that I can go by bike in the summer. And five trams and numerous buses take me to the nearest stop.
And basically, after three stolen bikes, one burglary, one death threat to me and one to my cat (sold the cat to save her), unstable neighbours yelling at you for things you aren't responsible, junkies breaking into the staircase, junkie neighbours smoking weed in the staircase, feral cat problems so bad state issued hunters had to come shoot them, all the neighbourhood dogs always barking and leashed, etc etc etc; it can't get any worse.
Here's to greener pastures, even if they're next to an industrial neighbourhood... :P

keenoled @ 2012-01-22T14:21:00

2012-01-22T13:21:06Z

keenoled @ 2012-01-14T19:12:00

2012-01-14T18:12:16Z

So I got a job.
I can't really believe it myself. I've had a lot of short term whatevers that I haven't made money off of, because they never reached above the welfare amount.
But this is like, a real job. That I didn't apply for, haha. They called me out of nowhere and said they'd found my CV, and they wanted me to come in for an interview.
Weirdest interview ever too, they'd already made up their minds, they really really liked me on paper. Interview was more like an introduction to the job.
They're a bunch of private x-ray clinics and also a construction firm, and they wanted to open up another clause on top of that, which was cleaning. So I'm hired as in charge of the cleaning bit. Which is basically me doing cleaning and handling schedules and such while they (we?) expand, and they've hired another guy just now, so I'm sort of the boss of him. It's insane. It's a real job.
The pay, when I get to working full time, is more than a fully educated teacher salary, which okay, isn't much when compared to male dominated professions, but compared to what I've lived off of since like 2003, it's an insane amount.
Still on welfare right now, but the job's picking up speed, and hopefully, I'll be getting proper paychecks in two months time. I'm sort of stunned and even though I've had weeks to get used to it, I really haven't. And it's been the smoothest transition ever too, everyone's so frigging nice and pleasant, and everything just makes sense.

Also, the car, yes I'm getting a car to drive to the needs-cleaning-places, used to be owned by one of the executives, so it's um. Not really a cleaning car? Looks like this, basically?

I mean, sadly in silver and not burnt orange, but what can you do, hey.

Basically, I think I'm supposed to be going crazy from happiness, but I think I'm not really getting it. Yet? Maybe with my first real paycheck.
I'm gonna buy so many lattes.

flail

2011-10-20T17:01:36Z

I have no words for the level of perfection this is.

A cappella version accompanied by cottage cheese carton banging of Robyn's "Call Your Girlfriend".

keenoled @ 2011-09-13T10:18:00

2011-09-13T08:18:22Z

I'm just ridiculously upset right now. He was young and fit and strong. He had all the odds in his favour. I'm just so upset.

keenoled @ 2011-07-19T23:11:00

2011-07-19T21:11:06Z

My friend is doing pretty awesome right now. I'm so happy for him.
We went to the lake to swim and eat grilled chicken, and he said things like "I'm gonna marry him, he just doesn't know it", and how he and boyfriend are planning ahead about buying a house, and that he came up with a mathematical toy to help kids understand, what was it, algebra? No, something else. But this toy, it was so good it looks like it'll be picked up for mass production and stuff.
And gorgeous boyfriend is getting tattoo sleeves from the sound of it, oh my god, and has gotten a dream job as a school counselor, and just. I'm still smiling, such a good day.
And we talked Potter and Sorting and movies and Pottermore for like an hour. (I can't believe I'm going to be sorted BY ROWLING.)

My ship duel has been filmed now, I'm so happy with the whole process. Sooo my place in the world, I choreographed and directed and wrote the (very short) script and advised on camera angles and whatever. So much fun.

If this film turns out even half as cool as the live fight, I'll have something to actually build a resumé on, hah. Right now, having a card and website seems sort of lame, because there's no show reel and hardly any photos. So this would be good.
Local paper showed up to, funny story, a relative of one of the actors didn't have a camera, so she called the press instead, haha. Haven't seen the article, but she spelled my name correctly, so what else can you hope for. XD

keenoled @ 2011-06-23T23:59:00

2011-06-23T22:00:45Z

Anxiety attacks are starting to lose appeal. I have now had them for more than half my life. You'd think I'd gotten used to them, hah.
I'm trying Atarax, both an allergy and anxiety med, apparently. I took one pill day before yesterday. Made me sleepy and reduced my anxiety attack somewhat. Didn't like it, I could still feel it, muted, and it was sort of like pain killer shots at a dentist's appointment. Yeuch. Thank you no.

Guess what makes me have no anxiety attacks? Swords! Haha.
My heart knows I should be dealing with swords, and I'm at complete ease when I am.

I'm doing a gig on the deck of a ship, I'm choreographing a duel with two guys. I'm pleased with the choreo, there's a pretty little disarm, and there's whacking of asses with blades, and switching rapiers, grabbing of blades including some parries with the grabbed blade, and some lovely character moments, and my fave kill to end it with.
We get no pay, but a guy'll be filming, which means I'll have film of my work! Good for career! :D
(Also, hey, if they like it? First time freebie only...)

Here's the ship, isn't she beaauuutiful?

keenoled @ 2011-06-11T13:22:00

2011-06-11T11:22:57Z

Got both military license and civilian truck license! Yay!
And I never have to go back to those weird fucking people ever again, double yay!

Let's just say I called numerous people yesterday to try and find out if rumours were true about slimy older guy filming the chubby girl after her shower... Could get no confirmation, not even slime's closest ally during the course had seen or heard anything. I'm hoping this makes the film non-existent. Or I will punch him in the face if we ever meet again.
Actually, I might do that out of principle. For being such a slimy weirdo who, even if he didn't film it, was always trying to catch you half naked from the showers. I can't ever fathom the uncomfortableness of having to share sleeping quarters with him. I was in the other room, thank jebus.

Lots of weirdos, lots of weird shit going on. Am rejoicing being back in civilization so so so much.
Yesterday I had the biggest shrimp sandwich ever at Heaven 23 (shrimps at 1:34) with my dad, who happened to be in town, and today, I'm gonna get a huge fantastic latte and go see Pirates 4 with a good friend. And then there is finally choir practice on Monday.
And concert on Friday! It's gonna be so awesome! We're doing Carmina Burana, so much fun.

keenoled @ 2011-04-28T22:14:00

2011-04-28T20:14:36Z

So much love. Both of them, they shouldn't be able to exist. The pure insane awesomeness should make them implode or something. The Barbra Streisand number jhftkthj, Lea is just the cutest thing on this earth.

Also, today I got two hugs (two!) from this guy. Possibly because I gave him chocolate.

It was pretty dope, actually. I was too late for the book signing, missed him by minutes. One of the cashiers found his cell phone number on the yellow pages, I texted him a note to tell him I'd left him chocolate in case he was close by. Immediately got a response that he could head back right away. :D
I thanked him for being on such a fabulous tv show. He gave me hugs. I told him of my suspicions that his co-host John Taylor was a wonderful person, and he said "He is. He's so wonderful." and now this whole week is just considered a win, so there. Screw the funky beginning, I got hugs, I discovered two new records in Up From Below and Come On Feel The Illinoise. And re-discovered how much I adore Folie à deux.

keenoled @ 2011-04-26T21:03:00

2011-04-26T19:03:15Z

I don't understand people who think nuclear power is any kind of solution. I don't understand them when they're my age; don't they remember Chernobyl? I grew up in such terrible fear of nuclear power. I don't understand older people; don't they remember Chernobyl? Don't they remember Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
I don't understand young people. Look at Japan, today. Oh, the probability of it happening is so low. Okay, then. No, wait, can I have a say? I don't want it, I don't want it on my planet. People who want it can go to Mars and develop more technology and plants and stuff with it there.

It's like the hunting of wolves; think what you want, but just because you have a different opinion than me doesn't mean I don't get to have a say. And I don't want it.

Today is 25 years since Chernobyl. It will happen again. People who don't think so aren't right, they just have bad imagination.

keenoled @ 2011-04-19T18:18:00

2011-04-19T16:18:16Z

Came home, and went back to bed and slept for two hours.
I passed on the theory test for truck driving! Now I just gotta drive some more and then pass the driving test as well. Vroom vroom!

Okay, so I've been fed up with being unemployed for the last two years. Army reserves have a truck driving education they offer for free, if I wear a uniform while doing it, heh. Two times two weeks on army grounds.
So I'm done with the first half and I've taken the civilian theory test.

We were paired up on the trucks. Magnus and mine is camo colour turqoise. They insisted we couldn't name it Reflex Rambo because it was already called Fries.

Second picture shows people confused by diesel engines. Actually, that's a lie, I'm faking it. I totally rock mechanics.

One spring for every wheel to brake. To drive, you have to have it pressed together, so a broken truck is very braked. Cool huh?

The check paper before and after digging in the engine for an hour.

To reach engine, you have to tilt the entire coupé. Makes sense, right? Right? Right..?

In the army, your first duty is eating. Eating eating eating. Can't go one and a half hours without eating. Coffee break in the army.

One of the best advice I got was to own my space. Once I realized that, I hesitated a lot less when out in traffic. Cos when you come driving in a double digit ton heavy truck, people get out of the way so fast, hee. Vrooom.

keenoled @ 2011-03-21T02:10:00

2011-03-21T01:10:02Z

Glee owns my soul. No surprise there.
Last episode totally smashed my brain, too, and my crush on Chris Colfer has reached truly numbening heights. Like, youtube marathon stalking sessions heights. Where I sit and am adored by him putting on a really credible fake Russian accent with Cory or watch him swirl tiny swords around or just, seriously, the amount of one-liners, I don't even know how he does it.

Original Song owned me from the first three seconds. No spoilers, but it was like they'd looked inside my brain and inserted every possible joke I'd ever think was funny into one episode. I was almost puking from laughter from five seconds in and continously. And the songs! Piiiiiiink! Maroon 5! Hell To The No! Big Ass Heart! Trouty Mouth omg! Loser Like Me!
And here I thought they'd never top Sexy.
Which also, if Mike O'Malley doesn't get an Emmy next year, it's only because the Emmy jury have very very short memories and don't remember Sexy.

Chris Colfer, seriously. If he were an animal, he'd be a unicorn.

And I'm grateful that Darren Criss is not impressing me a super huge amount as a stage actor, only in front of a camera (which really really really likes him), because otherwise, he'd just be annoyingly awesome. When did cheesy become so brill? I mean, look at him.

I don't know if I even have to mention Lea Michele, because (oops, bonus Colfer) really. Lea.

keenoled @ 2011-03-16T13:56:00

2011-03-16T12:56:40Z

Have been to see another apartment, really nice, really big. Huuuge balcony. The resident is a Thai woman, and I might be a little prejudiced here, but I think a lot of Swedes are curled little egotistical bastards who don't know how spoiled and lucky they are, and I think a Thai immigrant might be able to see my place for the good stuff about it, instead of thinking how she could do sooo much better because my god she is worth it like L'Oreal!
She was like, hey can we switch before April 11? That sounds like something, right?
So here's to hoping. Again, haaa.

Tonight I'm gonna head to a studio with a bunch of other folks and help a friend lay some choir tracks on his new album. The song's a cover of Dio's Love Is All, and the tune is frigging perfect for P's voice, can't wait to hear him sing it. :))))
Typecasting his voice; he played Roger in Rent.
ETA: Hahahaaa! He told me tonight when we did Rent, he seriously had no idea what it was about or what was going on with the characters; he just sang. Years later, he watched a professional production and went Oooh. Oooh, I get it!

Singing was awesome, people were awesome, cover was awesome. I think this album is gonna be toootally boss.
After belting for two hours and then going to a pub I have basically no voice left. Totally worth it, though. Ow.

And because it's funny; here's a comic strip.

keenoled @ 2011-03-09T01:43:00

2011-03-09T00:43:43Z

I can't believe this. What's wrong with people's brains?
I asked her if everything was okay. I even asked her if she wanted to back out on our deal, and if so, to please just let me know, so I could put out another ad for switching apartments. No, everything was fine.
Then today, less than 24 hours before we're supposed to meet and sign the papers, she writes and tells me she's changed her mind.
I even asked her! She said she wasn't backing out! I bought plants for the balcony, bitch!

Next time someone backs out on a deal with me, I'm skipping this passive aggressive shit. I'll bring out the motherfucking steel pipes and I'm going for knee caps.

keenoled @ 2011-03-04T13:36:00

2011-03-04T12:36:39Z

I don't know if I have the nerves for switching apartments. First I got it, then I didn't hear from her for a week and spent the weekend in misery because I thought I'd lost it, seriously, like in a black *hole* where I tried to think of things I love like just before My Favourite Things except for there being no Julie Andrews and not even thunder...
And then I finally got a message from her saying no no, she still wanted to trade apartments with me and I still had a soon-balcony. Phew.

I want a plum tree for my balcony. I don't even know if you can grow them in pots. Bonsai plum tree? Two thirds nutrition, one third water?
And of course it doesn't stop there, see, when I was a kid, my grandfather used to make this plum jam that was out of this wooorld, and I want his plums.
So I first thought like, well, I'll just go to that old garden of his and like, cut of a twig and put it in a pot, and then poof! next day plum tree yay!
No, because apparently, if I want the same plums, I have to HAVE a plum tree, and then glue a branch from my grandfather's trees onto that. So it would seem plums are as finicky as apples, not too far fetched an idea, but annoying. Plant a seed, you could get anything, and the only thing you're guaranteed is that it won't be anything like the tree you got the seed from. Sneaky evolution.

Might have found a roomie for the first months, a really great roomie. I have hopes she's the taker. She's the girlfriend of a former theatre school mate that I've always liked, who's very calm and happy and sweet, and I have complete confidence in his taste in girls. And he'll come like, every third weekend to visit, so I'll get to hang out with him too.

Today I'm going to a garden shop with a good friend, and I'm gonna buy some start-up kit thingy for seeds. I've started working on my balcony in my head, of course, and some of the plant life has to be grown now to be in time for the outsides in a couple of months. :)))
I'm still deciding on which kind of chili I want, the Jamaican Bell seems so awesome. Only, it says "mild", and if I get to grow only a little chili, shouldn't I go for longer lasting, smaller doses..?
Tomatoes needs starting on now, too.

Pumpkin has to wait till may. Strawberries and cilantro and honeysuckle and wisteria and rhubarb are bought as plants. Wisteria and rhubarb in pots? I don't even know, but dammit, I'm gonna try. Balconyyyyyyy.

keenoled @ 2011-02-19T13:41:00

2011-02-19T12:41:58Z

This is me:

"A DESK? What would I do with a DESK? I have a laptop. I surf on my couch. NO DON'T TOUCH THE REALLY IMPORTANT PILES OF PAPER ALL OVER THE FLOOR!"

Just now, just now, I realized that maybe I'm finally one of those people who could benefit from the uses of a desk. Huh.
I want a big macho one, though. One of those heavy antique kinds that make people helping me move cry at the sight of it.

Like this! :D

Or this, mmm.

Or possibly a turquoise one. :E

keenoled @ 2011-02-16T01:04:00

2011-02-16T00:04:56Z

I have chicken pocks, yay!
Why is it called chicken?
It makes you cowardly? Myth about being spread by chickens? Underneath all those feathers, chickens are really spotty and itchy?

So far, it's not so bad. Started getting pocks late Sunday, now have like, 45 or so in my face. Too lazy to count my body, but they're crawling down my arms and legs. Left hand is three inches from being sickly. :)
If any nurses or doctors read this, why the spots? They don't seem to be, like, infected pores. Is it just totally sporadic, which parts of skin form a blister? Why a blister, what's going on in there really? Is the liquid whites fighting virus, or is it, dunno, hysterical lymph trying to escape the war?

Also have a theory on the crater like scars. Can't help having popped a few blisters (most by mistake, but hey. It's fun. Shut up.) and it's not really helping, is it? It's not like the infection in that spot is over just because I removed some liquid. The collapsed skin sticks in the middle, but bulges out on the sides with more liquid, like a little atoll reef, haha. If I were that skin, I'd heal like a crater, too.

The pocks on my scalp are the most annoying. Rrrr, stupid things! Leave my hair roots alone!
The friend who infected me said her scalp is taking the longest time to heal. Thank you, scalp healing powers. Just what I wanted to know.

And no one told me about the pocks in my mouth and lungs! And only the fifth or so website even mentioned my lungs at all!
Actually, the pocks in my mouth were first, but I just thought they were cold sores.

In a way, it's pretty cool to get chicken pocks now and not at age three, because now I can do all these thinkings on the subject. It's fun. :)

How many hours until Glee? This is taking forever. More Blaine now, please.

keenoled @ 2011-02-08T23:49:00

2011-02-08T22:49:17Z

So on Wednesday or something, I applied for this summer job. Monday I get a mail to call boss person to set up interview, today I was at interview, tomorrow I start.
*head spins* I haven't actually processed this yet, I think.
Not full time? I don't think? Sick leave back up until summer, I think. But it sounded like there might be work for me, the boss person said she'd never worked a week when no one was off sick. This is restaurant kitchen work, so I'm guessing there's a low tolerance because it's food. :)

I'll be learning the trade starting at seven tomorrow. I get on the bus at ten to six, haaa.

It seems like a really cool place, staff wise. Calm, efficient people. Boss person who is all for breaks and breathers, because she seems to really think it makes people function better. She basically told me she went with gut feeling and decided she wanted to hire me during the interview, cool, cos I really liked her energy right back.

So. Wait. This is one of those situations that would eventually lead to whatsacalled, a pay-check? That's. I don't even know what that is.

I might have a new place lined up, too. Put in another ad on almost-craigslist, got reply, and no, it's not he super dreamiest dream place ever, but it's got a balcony and it's close to the woods, it's just three stories and not seven, and I'm hoping the facade is just dirty and not dampness damaged, and really, like my friend put it, if it's even the slightest bit better, I really just HAVE to take it.
Marijuana neighbour is still smoking up the entire staircase, another neighbour has gone batshit, he keeps giving off these triple screams and then banging the walls. Do not want.

Wouldn't it be cool if this is the week where stuff changes?
Shouldn't be surprised though, right, seeing as the year of the tiger has ended and the year of the rabbit has started. :)

"After the uproar of the Tiger, the gentle and tender Rabbit will bring along with it a year of tactful times. Although the Rabbit is the champion in diplomacy in the Chinese Zodiac, 2011 is a Metal Rabbit year, which gives the soft bunny a bit of an edge."

More inspiration for my big house in the country!

2011-01-31T14:32:25Z

Today's theme is Kids And Dogs!

I don't like January 22.

2011-01-22T10:54:43Z

Hope springs eternal

2011-01-07T20:20:54Z

I HAVE A VERY STRONG FEELING I WILL SOON GET A NEW PLACE.
Very strong. Strooong.
And I'll have a balcony or a little terrace and I'll grow stuffs.

So here's lots and lots of garden images I've been saving for inspiration!
When I grow up, I'm gonna have a huge garden, with lots of cool stuffs and lots of stuffs growing. Possibly there will even be a an entrance to Narnia in there somewhere.

Something like this.

That's right, just park your bike and come right in.

Droopy things growing. Awesome, I'm gonna have that.

Colours. Yes.

Places to kick back and relax.

Places for friends.

Huge old trees.

The light in my garden will always be awesome.

Trails and stairs and stuffs for exploring.

Like that.

Treeees.

It's gonna be cozy. Everyone will come visit, and everyone is welcome, of course.

I'm gonna grow stuffs for eating, and everyone can come help eat it.

Really, just an awesome place.

keenoled @ 2010-12-26T22:07:00

2010-12-26T21:07:16Z

Best part of Xmas was totally the explosion of pugs from the neighbour's door when we left them keys for the electrician.
They were sooo happy! Happy happy pugs invading EVERYTHING. I went from hey, Xmas to OMG I'M SO HAPPY MY HEART WILL BLOW UP in a nanosecond. Such awesome little packages of snorfly happiness.

Happy pugs like this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfQR_fLorzs&feature=fvw