Argh. It's one of those days. You know. Time trickles on mockingly as I manage to accomplish
nothing. It's not that I'm bored or don't have things I could (and even should) be doing. It just
doesn't seem right. Hour after hour is spent on absolutely nothing. 57 minutes devoted to trying
to find the e-mail address of a person I would never even dare to e-mail in the first place,
only to give up after finding 4 possible people/addresses. 43 minutes spent on roaming about
Dejanews reading 'my' news groups and trying to find new ones I might like (I added alt.true-crime today).
Oh look. I just opened two browser windows to look at some Swedish online papers. That's another
49 minutes lost.
(I was going to comment on the news below, but after reading the headlines of bombings in Kosovo,
and all sorts of death and violence, I just got depressed. Heh.)
I do want to note that a new ABBA musical is premiering in London in two weeks. Heh. It's called
"Mamma Mia!", and even though it isn't telling the story of the band or anything, it has a story
based on 27 ABBA songs. Apparently England is having another bout of the old ABBA fever again. Hah.
Europe. *snicker* (Dammit, just reading this makes me want to rent Muriel's Wedding again!)
Oh ghod this entry is unfocused. Just like me. I'm just not very good at being linear, that's all
(I was talking to a man on the bus yesterday, and after a while I had to make that statement to sort of
try and excuse myself for having odd outbursts of "Buttons! I love buttons! I really dig huge remote
controls with tons of buttons! Sorry, what was I saying? Ah yes, Toni Morrisson is..")
Argh. Bored. Not focused. Typing at random. As evident. Oh. I had to get in early this morning to
write a page with keypoints for my presentation in Media and Society. Of course I ended up on a bus
that broke down, leaving me 32 minutes instead of an hour to write it all in. Reshma (who I married last week
;) properly yelled at me for procrastinating so much, and I finished writing at 9.04, 4 minutes after the
class started. I still hadn't actually figured out what to _say_ in the presentation.
I don't know. Somehow it seemed a good day for bullshitting today, and once I was done the teacher told me I did well, got an A on it,
and a few of my class mates complimented me on how well it went. Heh. Whatever.
Flashback Over Used Expression From My Childhood:
"Heh. The club for interesting things will note that."
And now I learn that while I've been gone from Sweden, Irony as a form of humour has died and
been resurrected by the use of tripple-ironies. Ghoood. Whatever happened to just plain old
fart jokes? ;)
---MOST RECENT UPDATE---
I know this will sound crazy, but I've actually found someone who might might might be able to
find me the address for Sam Rockwell's publicist. The girl herself managed to get her site
official through getting in touch with the publicist for the actor she liked, and well, "her"
actor's in a movie Sam's in, and so.. maybe.
*sigh* I don't know. It would just be really cool to have an original site, you know? To be first
at something. And Sam's just too cute ;) (His movie "Safe Men" premiered on video yesterday or
something. Gene promised to rent it with me if _I_ promise not to whine about renting it until we do.
Rent it, that is.)
Here's hoping :)