Ego versus tedium

I'm not showing egocentric traits (well maybe I am), I'm merely suffering from boredom.

Result of a mixed feeling

I'm incredibly bored at this fragile moment. So it would appear, to me and to the what should be dear ones around me. More exact they're walking around the house as I write, as they are not with me in this softly orange colored room where these words appear on a spacey computer screen, as the following of weary fingers pressing black buttons.

Today my mission is to structure several questions, which is planned to be sent to a man at the top of his brilliance in life. This man has somewhat promised to answer them, and I can only hope it will be truthfully.
The man I'm delicately aspiring is no other than Dean Butterworth, now official drummer of Good Charlotte.
I would not mind assistance in my desperate making of subjects towards him. If you have the slightest idea of what your mind may want to get out of the whole situation, please leave a comment and let me know. I appreciate any suggestion. The reply from Dean will be carefully outspoken in one of our radio episodes, hopefully gracefully read by either myself or my partner in radio crime.

I would prefer to finish my task and have my wonderings sent by this weekend, since I'm meeting the great man face to face in the beginning of next week.


Something just flashed in front of my eyes. Throw a fit at me, the growing sentiment of alteration is enduring in my gut.
Change in some form is needed for continuous living with eyes open.

He's a wonderchild

I just found out I get an A- in math. Splendid news, I must allow myself to say so.

I cleaned out my wardrobe today. A lot of shit came out - off to Africa or such. "We waste no".

I visited my dear enemies the police today, to renew my passport. It expires in June, and I'm going to the states in August. Gigantic problem, so we fixed it. I look frightened by the blue spirits in the photographic reflection, and my vulnerable handwriting resembles more the one of a minor than I actually am at present. It did not come out as dim-witted, though.

"I never meant to hide anything
but I'll never tell the truth"

It's not your fault. Commit this to memory.


You might call me pathetic, but I just call me real. Can't you see the beauty?

Wouldn't it be great if everything would be alright?

I don't know what to make out of myself

I'm in school. Just thought I'd pop in and drop a few lines, not that I think a lot of you are reading my little broken blog. But anyway. I've got a lot of waiting to do. I'm burning a DVD I made about culture - I've edited together all my material from the two MCR concerts I've been to this year, into two little short films. So now I'm buring the whole project, which is the films, pictures, sound, facts about the band, graphics in the DVD-menu, and other mulitmedia thingies. It's taken forever, but now I'm finally done after already burning it once (some details had to be edited) - this copy I'm giving to my supervisors, while keeping the first defect one myself.

So now I'm waiting for it to finish - which will take about two hours. It's really slow. That's why I decided to pop in here. I'm getting quite fascinated about the whole blogging-phenomena. So far I've only post three, but that's much knowing the being of me. Updating routines are getting a hold of me. Holding tightly.

Holding tightly, let go lightly.

Peace out my fellow earthlings. Very possible I might illustrate the inner places of my pasta-curled mind soon again, for your enjoyment only.
Farewell, have a nice trip into the unknown.

Get this

So get this, I'm sitting here, reading Shawn's blog (the one and only) - when my computer crashes! It just drops dead in a second. Goes all black. Fucker. Well, it wasn't hard to push the button to get it started again. But still. Dying shit.

I went to Copenhagen today. And no - all of you who might think OMG that's like ages away! - remember, I live in sucky Sweden so it's about 2 hours on a train to get to another country, Denmark that is. Anyway, I bought two new hats. They're striped. Yay.

I've got about 8 minutes before I'm gonna go out and enter the streets to visit the graveyard. That's my favorite place around here. No, I'm not emo - fuck emo. I just like the graveyard.

7 minutes.

You don't have to tell me that I'm insane - I know that too well already. I'm the one who has to live with it every day.
"God might have slipped me a rufie." The person who recognizes that quote will comment this blog. Thanks (see, I'm polite too).


4 minutes. Good bye, good night.

Helluu beautiful beings

So, my first blog here. I'm very bad at updating blogs in general, I have to warn you. But oh well, I'll try.

I'm Louie, I'm from Scania (Sweden). I'll be 18 in a month. Oh pleasure of growing up/tragic of getting old.
I'm one part of Chucow Radio, a radio show on the net. Our official mascots are Shawn Harris and Justin SanSouci. Yes, for real. I wouldn't lie about such a thing. Mascots are serious things.

With risk of appearing egocentric I'll post a picture of myself, just to ease your troubles trying to figure out what face that goes with the words.

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Okay, apparently the little image button doesn't work at the moment so you'll just have to continue wondering.

However, I might update in a near future just to please. We'll see, and hold your breath.

Peace out
//Louie