the picture to the right shows 11 swedish girls who are camping by the entrance of a stadium as of last thursday. the concert they are waiting for takes place this upcoming friday. i could say a lot about backstreet boys fans, but eleven 13-15 year old blonde girls sleeping outdoors for over a week is just impressive. or deranged. who knows. i found a quote by one of the girls somewhat worrysome, though:

photo: lars hedelin (aftonbladet)

"i even got a hug from Nick Carter once! well, almost, anyways. i threw myself at him and forced him up against a wall. but it counts!" -- E, 15 years old.

further, a group of the girls have gotten a hotel room reservation at the same hotel as 'the boys' - they're hoping to surprise the boys in the lobby.. man, remind me never to join a boyband, eh?

and if you're worried about the girls - don't. one of them said her mom stops by 'every now and then' with food. (another says she's lied and told her parents she's staying over at a friends' house. - do you know where your teen is right now??)

you guys just don't understand how big of a deal this is. i mean, i've talked about how i hate shoe shopping before and how i rarely own more than one pair of shoes at a time, but this is... different.

my cousin and aunt simply said "we're going to find you some shoes. period." yesterday, and i wanted to groan, but they had been so good all day at finding me things i never would have found myself so i kept quiet and trailed after them.

my feet are abnormal. no, you don't understand - i'm not joking. i don't have an extra or too few toes or anything like that. it's just... they are really, really wide. they look normal in profile, but if you look down at them from the birds perspective (or mine, for that matter), you'll see that they are strangely wide and almost rounded.

this means i can't wear a lot of shoes. it means i feel like a freak everytime i go through a shoe store and can't find a single pair out of 500 that fit me. simply put - i've seriously considered trying to get some surgery done, even if it means chopping off a toe only to come to my senses and just accept the fact that shoes are not my friends.

but then! my cousin and my aunt dragged me into a store. i glanced about a bit and suddenly... my aunt brought me these black and red sandals. i didn't exactly cheer because they looked like every other fucking shoe that won't fit only... it did. i mean, it fit. perfectly.

i can't even describe my shock to you. let's just say i was more than elated. heh. to find that they were only $15 was another definite plus. to further note that i can wear them without socks was even better. i'm just... so... happy.

after we left my aunt told me that this was the only pair of its' kind in the entire store. it was as if it was just waiting for me. awww. total shoe fairy tale. if only the straps hadn't been velcro (velcro straps make me obsess. i pull the straps 300 times a day to get the perfect fit) - but hey, i'm allright. and i have practically NAKED FEET! how indecent of me.

more proof my feet are weird - the shoes i've had to wear up to now were a size eleven. my toes were almost 2 inches away from the actual tip inside the shoe. the sandals are a size... 8 and a half. it feels so good to see that if it weren't for the width, i'd have alright sized feet. *sigh*

*sulk* all these people have heard tori amos' new song bliss already and i'm at a puter without a sound card and can't listen to it but have to settle for countless accounts of trying to describe it boo hooo pooor, pooor me!

ah well. soon.

i've been trying to tell people since i was about 12 years old that i am somehow destined to marry robert deniro, even if he's 112 when it happens. well guess what? bobby got divorced the other day! now who would be better at comforting our favourite italian american psycho, eh?

i'd make him bowls and bowls of pasta and sauce and he'd sit by the table and just laugh and laugh and eat - oh what bliss! huh... maybe i should join the ranks of the bsb fans above and camp outside his apartement now. kidding!!!! geez. i'm not.. that bad... honest... really... no, honest...

kind e-mails make me happy. thank you :)