Crawling towards the sun

One of these things first

I have been ordered to write - I am writing. Hey, what's going on with you people? Personally I feel slightly dizzy and out of it; I've been working hard lately, so I decided that the arrival of a Friday meant that I would play hard too. It was fun, but the fruits I reaped aren't so sweet anymore. In a lot less complicated way of saying it I have a hang over.

Come and get me, boys.

Billy Ray Cyrus explains my feelings quite well in the song "Achy Breaky Heart":

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

You know you feel bad, but you do not want to admit it to your self. I guess what I went through this summer has left my emotions worried. They do not want to listen, they do not want to come out of their shell. I spent days in bed, not being able to do anything but cry, and now that things are.. so unbelievably and ridiculously frustrating and depressing and I am going nowhere I rarely ever feel a thing? I will always love you, Hannes, no matter what you do to me, but if you take my feelings I might hate you forever too.

It is just so beyond my grasp and understanding that someone who claims you are the love of their life can actually ignore you for days, weeks, like you are no one to them.

But enough about my stupid boy troubles.

My camera is full of photos I do NOT remember taking! Granted, I remember being there, and doing .. most of the things featured on them, but the fact that there are so many photos I do not even remember taking or that someone took kind of disturbs me. Ohmy. I went out with Susanne, who has yet to turn 20, so it was kind of limited where we could go. We met some funny people though, watched almost an entire movie (The Heartbreak Kid - it was a bad movie even to watch while drunk, which means it's a horrible movie to watch while sober), went bowling, ate at Subways, ran around, sat on the street and talked about how guys are fucking complicated and in the end one of Susanne's countless fans drove us both home. I actually managed to spill water all over my desk and fall asleep with my laptop in bed. In other words; a good night.

Today I am going to slow down considerably and do absolutely nothing. Yay.

I really want one of these:
http://www.wishingfish.com/610574.html
But they don't ship to Norway, so they can go suck it.

Now listen to Nouvelle Vague - I Melt with you. Goddammit.