but somehow i ended up here friday night:
for you who don't get it, this is the annual top 20 concert where every 14yearold in oslo go. the kind of thing i desperately try to avoid, even when i actually was 14.
but we jumped around and screamed a bit and i'll admit that it was this fun:
saturday started, like the night before, in a friend's extremely big and tidy appartment... eh well. at least it's cozy. kinda.
then we went to see the satc movie, which sucked except for the part when mr. big dumped carrie (hysterically funny) and i got to throw popcorn on people.
and then i ran over here. 1/3 fun 1/3 boring 1/3 tacky night. i got home around noon today, and i still haven't slept much, maybe my body finally realized that sleeping is boring and cut out the tiredness. let's hope so.
very happy with my new style-generalization.
lays me down with my mind she runs
throughout the night
no need to fight
never a frown with golden brown
it won't matter if it rains all summer, i'll just sit on the floor with my little tv and lots of candy and press replay till i fall asleep.
“I want to create fantasy within the experience of everyday life. I want to make beautiful or pretty or kind of nostalgic things which were once there but people forget.”
a friend and i are planning on living in an apartment like this:
the only furniture we'll need is two beds, huge closets, a mirror and a bath tub.
and we'll have a cat with no name to hang out in our window sill.
we'll borrow each others clothes and spend the nights smoking and looking at the stars from our balcony, i'll make him cook us breakfast, or maybe we'll go out and eat, or maybe we don't need to eat that much at all. and we'll do things for no particular reason and drink coffee from wine glasses and have eight lovers each and run a magazine together. and just maybe we'll be extremely happy.
you're kinda 'romantic lolita on heroin'.