Shortcut

Have you ever tried to make a shortcut through an industrial neighbourhood just to find yourself suddenly imprisoned by fences and gates?
I did. Today.
I thought I was being so darn clever to cut throught the container dumpsyers and save a lot of time and walking. Think again.... I ended up facing several fences and gates neither of which seemed eager to let me pass. As I began to search for holes in the fence it occurred to me exactly how dumb this idea had been. But I got the best of it. Some exploring and then at last I found a gate with one loose bar maling a gap bog enough for me to squeze myself through. Must have looked interesting.

Funny if some of the owners of the places had found me. Me and my bag filled with fireworks. What a party indeed!

A Christmas tale

My friend was brought home three days ago. He agreed to take home with his parents. My entire family is sooo happy and clapping their hands sighing "thank God" while I'm on the verge of puking every time they tell someone he's back home....

He was tired of school.

Whenever someone brings up a topoc which I dislike I keep passive. I shut up like a clam and just sit there trying to keep their voices out of my head.

I like the way my friend got from place to place. Walking and hitching rides. None of my family members seem able to relate (except my brother and cousins) they are all schocked.
Mu dad keeps shouting up about how the boy should be allowed to do as he wishes. Be a carpenter, plumber or whatever. They try to rationalize his ways, but in the end I don't think they understand it one bit.

I keep wondering how they will react this Summer when I leave for a different continent for who lnows how long.

The first thing my grandpa said was: "You can find gold over there!"

Sure, that's why I'm going..........

Christmas

Love it!

Vx

Life is fragile

I'm still in a state of shock from the news about my former English teacher. To think she's dead and I never will be able to see her frowny smile ever again seems so unreal.
I was never extremely fond of her, but I learned later that she did what she did to help me. Even though I disliked her idea of forcing me out of "anti-socialism".

My friend's been found. He left home Monday after leaving a note saying he needed some time on his own and that no one should go looking for him. My mother has bugged me about this ever since. Could I help somehow and blah blah. But honestly?
I never intended to do a thing.
He wished to be alone and respect that..

Kitty is happy

Numbers

It's a funny thing wishing for those hb numbers to lower when in fact they are just fine where they are. I should try and remember a too low number will be a bad thing since that would mean I was anemic.
Funny how the mind works when it suddenly starts seeing a pattern.

Pins and Needles

Today I went and donated blood. The lady told me this was my 7th time so I'm slow, but steadily crawling towards the first anniversary which is 25 times!
I chose to let me right arm get pricked by the needle.
Very. Bad. Decision! 
It went as it sometimes does: I now have a growing blue and yellow mark around the place I was pricked, yay... But who cares it's a small price for the happiness of someone else.
I'm also considering being a bone marrow donor. It seems like a generous thing to do and I really can't see why I shouldn't give it a try. My friends tell me I'm crazy. That there is too much pain in the whole procedure and blah blah. But I read the brochure and they have come up with a new way to it where I just have to take some medicine 4 days prior. Even though I think I'd prefer being put under.

I've been wondering a lot about why more people don't donate. I mean it's not like it takes a whole lot of time and you feel happy with yourself afterwards. Such an altruistic deed!
I know many aren't allowed to donate since they have all these strict rules and policies. But on the other hand it's nice they are so thorough in selecting the right blood for the ones who need it.
When I mention it to my friends a few of them think it would be a good thing to donate, but they are honestly just too lazy to do anything about it. Which is sad since all they have to do is fill out a form on their website. Shame..

When I die I'm donating my entire body (nothing withhold) to science. My philosophy is that when I'm dead I don't have any use of it and therefore they could just as well have it. I pretty much don't care what happens to my corpse.

This was how I expected my arm to look like when I felt the pain of bending my elbow :)

I got my hair cut. I'm not sure I like it yet. Too short... Shoot..

Into the Wild

I like how Christopher McCandless looks in this photo. It is the last photo he took before he died, but even though he's standing with a goodbye note in his hand he seems so very happy and satisfied with where he is. 


He is definitely an inspiration. So very likable.
I recently wrote with this guy who spent 40 days in the woods this year. I wanted to learn about his experiences and what it was like living on such extreme conditions. He was great! He had so many things to share and only positive things to say about it. I really want to do something similar even though I know it's pretty dangerous if I'm not careful.
Now the next day he wrote to me telling me the talk we'd had had stirred up his mind and made him pack immediately for a new journey into the woods. I love his determination to leave the life he dislikes and all civilization behind. No rules, no formalities, no nothing.
 
Please be careful Gerry!

I am a Nikon

Every time I see the commercial for those Nikon Coolpix cameras I get this weird feeling. I love the song, I love the footage and everything is just so perfect! It's a mixed feeling of sadness and happiness. I get the urge to go out into the world and start photographing all the things the world has to show. I feel like leaving home this very instant and just head out on a reckless hunt for the good pictures.

Yesterday I had to drive way too long in several buses to get home from work. While I drove by windows I couldn't help but look at how everyone seemed so happy. Almost every lit up window showed me people having fun and enjoying themselves. I particularly liked the windows of the university where a Christmas party was in full vigor. I smiled. In fact I smiled upon most of the things I saw. So much happiness.
I envy these people and found I would do almost anything for a share of this.

The perks of being an angry woman

 In every conversation, almost every social get-together or anything to do with other people I find it extremely common that I rise my own anger and start bitching like a crazy angry woman.
Why oh why. Is it really that hard NOT to get angry with something? Gee.

I need to get out some more. I'm starting to go back into old tracks and I feel the old complications rising to the surface. Not. Good.
I have new habits even worse than the ones I used to surround my thoughts with.

Have you ever run out of your house with your dog barking at you playing at your heels waiting for you to toss something or do anything. Running around in the garden, hiding behind the bushes surrounding the garden, people looking at you and all you could ever do was laugh like a maniac? And then run in the opposite direction of the people. Still laughing and actually feeling pretty damn happy.

Then I got dizzy and fell onto my knees in the muddy grass...







Maybe I should actually consider reading the book which I shamelessly stole the idea for a blog title. "The Perks of being a Wallflower".

Leave it be

Why do people always trash abandoned sites?

The slaughter house

Since I had no work today I decided to do a thing I have been wanting to do for at least half a year. In all this time I have never seemed to find the right moment or maybe I was just too lazy to actually start finding out how to get there.

I visited an abandoned slaughter house. 

I was looking forward to it and was a little discouraged when I saw all the bolts and locks they had put on the gates, but never the less I kept going hoping to find a way in.
As I walked along the fence I looked at all the things. Weed growing everywhere the greyish snow giving the whole scenery a very gloomy and sinister look. I was about to give up on getting inside when I saw a house to the left of the factory. I decided to take a look at it. Mostly it reminded me of some 70's house with those fancy ovals in different colors. The door was locked, but the back doors were not. I didn't step inside though.

I went on back to the factory through the woods since I like the woods and wanted to walk in those too. As I reached an entrance farthest from the main entrance a guy came out from the woods. I wondered what he was doing there and why he had gone through the woods, but I really didn't care much. It turned out he just went this way to take a short cut across the rails. Who knew.

Finally at the last gates I found a whole in the fence and climbed through.

I was inside. The thing I had dreamt about doing I was in fact doing. And I wasn't alone. I had brought my dog along just for the fun and to have a little company. I like his company when exploring new places. This place he just didn't seem to like. I don't know if he could sense all the killing and death which had occupied the rooms, but he seemed very uneasy when we stepped into the first room.

It was gigantic! I kept to the rooms closest to the light since I hadn't taken my flashlight out and even in those rooms I got the creeps. The entire place was leaking and big pools of water had assembled on the floors.
But even though it was creepy I had to explore it. Many people before I had been there and taken their sweet time painting the walls with graffiti.

Next time I visit I should bring another human being and maybe go upstairs.

Camping

Exactly why is it that Danish film makers tend to ALWAYS make super depressing movies? Always these sinister themes and in almost every one of them is a serious problem or maybe even a taboo discussed.
I have just finished watching this movie "Camping" with my dad. We could both agree that neither of us would have gone on this particular trip. Way too depressing!
We have this broken family whose father just killed himself. The mother is a mess, drinking constantly while the son is fat and has anger-issues. The daughter is probably the most interesting character. She is distant and seems to dislike her family with all her heart. And then she blames herself for the father's suicide. Lovely!

I instantly lost all my holy jolly Christmas spirit.
Damn you Darkly Depressing Denmark.