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Dear Diary,

today I climbed a tree.


A birch to be exact. I haven't climbed a tree in twenty years but today while walking the dog on a new route along the canal I came across this tree and it was perfect for climbing. Lowest branch at just the right height - low enough to swing oneself up on but high enough to be a bit of a challenge. Then branches growing within climbing distance of each other all the way to the top. How could I resist? I didn't have the nerve to climb all the way up but I got about half-way and it was awesome.


Then I spent the the morning cleaning the chanterelle mushrooms that my dad and I picked in the woods yesterday. Not enough to store in the freezer but plenty for dinner. Chanterelles sautéed in butter with a bit of salt and pepper is quite possibly the best thing one can put on bread ever. Trufax.

I have to say this is the wintriest winter I've experienced since I was a wee bairn. I mean, last year was pretty wintry as well, but it didn't really hit until late December, I think? Now there's been snow and sub-zero temps since November. And it's really sub-zero. Last evening it -19 C. Puppy is not amused, poor thing but he's learned to do the three-legged pick-me-up-pick-me-up-NOW-puny-human-step-dance (with added pitiful glare) so it is all good..

In most of my adult life I've always been fairly competent in both Swedish and English. But tonight I've been trying to compose a text in Swedish and I keep using grammar that makes sense in English but sounds absolutely daft in Swedish. And just now I tried to create a sentence to explain this problem for this post, and in my Swedish brain it sounded perfectly fine, but once I translated it into English it sounded like gibberish.

I am no longer bilingual. I am half-lingual. I make very little sense in either language. I find this depressing.

Got myself a much needed haircut today. I hadn't cut it for... three years? It almost reached my waist and my fringe was almost down to my shoulder and this on a person who really really doesn't look good in long hair/no fringe. I can't really explain it except that I was sort of curious about what having long hair would be like (bloody annoying) and I was dithering for a long time about what kind of haircut I wanted.

Now what I ended up with... See, I've dyed my hair since I was about 17. Early variations included russet; light red; deep red; black; some weird bluish tinge; black again, but for the past three years or so I've made do with a brown colour about two shades darker than my own because I'm boring that way. Now, much thanks to the recent beautiful transformation of kohaku1977 I got a bit inspired last night and dyed my hair back to black (see what I did there?).

Then today I went and got a hair cut. And I wanted to get a short cut (because the heat is making me crazy) and I wanted some volume (because my hair is insanely soft and usually just flops about) and after much pulling and scritching and cutting and pushing my head about (seriously this was the most violent hairdresser I've ever been to) I ended up looking like GIRL!GERARD WAY.

Hair dresser lady got rather over-enthusiastic about this weird volume hairspray wot makes your hair all stiff and sticky and apparently THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT WORKS ON MY HAIR BUY IT NOW KTHANKS. It is also extremely emo DESPITE THE FACT THAT HAIRDRESSER LADY DOES NOT KNOW WHAT EMO MEANS (I asked). I'm not sure how this happened. I now have a black, pointy helmet of emo hair that would survive a hurricane and what is possibly the weirdest thing about it all is that I rather like it. It looks odd and sticks up in weird places and can't be touched without a hazmat suit on but I think I will rather enjoy looking like Gerard's twin sister for a while.

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Anyway. Tomorrow I leave again for Trollhättan for a week of dog and house-sitting for my uncle. And then I leave for Helsinki and MUSE. \o/

DAMNIT LJ WHY DO I KEEP GETTING LOGGED OUT?

I am supremely bored. Like coma-inducing bored. It's that annoying kind of boredom when nothing looks interesting: all my books are boring, I've watched all my dvd's, I have no new music and I'm too lazy to download (because it's BORING), I've read all the decent fics in my fandoms and the next Lie To Me ep wont reach me until Tuesday OMGWHINGEFEST.

Yeah.

Would getting drunk be a bad idea? I do have wine...

Swedish Tour Date Cancelled

We regret to announce that due to unforeseen circumstances Muse have had to cancel their show at Zinkensdamms IP on July 21.


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I can't believe this.

So now I've booked myself a Muse ticket for July and I'm feeling a strange mix of exhiliration and horror because 1) YAY MUSE! but 2) I just spent money I don't have and how the fuck will I be able to afford a hotelroom in Stockholm mid-tourism season?

Still, it's done and I'm rationalizing it by saying that if I for some reason can't go, I can always sell the ticket on. NOOOO

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Tomorrow morning I will embark for Trollhättan and my further adventures in babysitting Veruca Salt (I do love her really but. yeah. Veruca.) My grandmother will be there as well, but she's got a bad back and a poorly healed broken arm so she can't handle it on her own, especially with their dog. (A very friendly and sweet dog wat looks like a polar bear but he can be a bit of a handful).

Nisse got a much needed haircut today and now looks strangely like a duck. I fear the Trollhättan dogs will mock him severly.


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I still have mad crush on Tim Roth. Here, have a picture:

21 July 2010 — Venue TBA, Stockholm, Sweden

Tickets go on general sale next week.

A Muse fan ticket pre-sale will be available on March 23rd. More information including ticket links coming soon!


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And I have no money grargh! I'll rob a bank.

I'm sort of quitely freaking out right now. I just discovered that Nisse has got a walnut sized, hard lump on his neck, right under his jaw. I felt it yesterday but thought it was part of the jawbone but on closer examination it's clearly something that Should Not Be There. It's not as hard as bone and my mother says it's slightly moveable. And I can't imagine any scenario in which these things are good news. So it's time for another trip to the vet. A trip that I really can't afford but obviously can't be ignored. And now I feel guilty for even thinking about money.

Puppy doesn't seem to be in any pain or feeling sick in any way though so that's good.

So, I started watching Lie To Me sometime in October, right? Catching up on season 1 and (re-)discovering the awesomeness that is Tim Roth. And then I sort of kept on watching Lie To Me. At the exclusion of absolutely everything else (except Merlin, because). Seriously. I mean, who needs to watch exciting new shows you've been looking forward to forever or old favourites you've waited all summer for when you can spend that time re-watching Tim Roth staring obsessively at people's facial twitches right? Right.

I have a ridiculous crush on Tim Roth. And possibly Cal Lightman.


Here, have a picspam:



( Tim Roth is super cool )

Credit-ish: I have a huge unsorted pile of Tim Roth pics and have very little clue as to where I found what, but I think most of them have been posted on allthingsroth or Fuck Yeah Tim Roth

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Also, in following the always-late-with-birthday-wishes-tradition: HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY sakurazukalori!! You're a sweetheart and I hope you had a great day *hugs*