Your friend says you're lesbian...

Starring in my friend's project film. Playing a lesbian who kills herself in the end. My suicide scene was shot three weeks ago, today it was time for the forest.

Slippery stones by a mountain. Wet leaves inside my shirt. Hurt my knee while stepping our of the car, so now it's swollen to about twice its normal size. Sitting on wet boulders, leaving marks on my ass. Dragging 10 kilos of camera equipment around while trying to survive in mud.

On the upside I got to kiss a girl. Score.
Yes, I am also a girl myself. That's why it's so brilliant.

Took the train home. The city smelled of french fries. Got one song in my head all day: Waste my life for you by Street to Nowhere.
There are spray painted illustrations of Napoleon Dynamite all across town. Has been for a while. Since I'm vegan, my motion picture teacher (yes, the one who looks like a bulldog with Pamela Anderson's hair - and yes, it's a he) always states I'm a "militant vegan" and accuses me of the spray painting. I tell him; I wish.

Why I tend to update this blog so frequently, I do not know. Beats me. Maybe it's my undying hope of someone to comment that keeps me going. In case you didn't notice - that was a hint.

This is what I've been up to

This is what it looks like when we record our TV show, EAC TV. Stands for "En Annan Christian" - "Another Christian" (the boy name, not the religious people).




This episode was called "Morgonstund" and handled the subject of styles.



And what the hell are they saying? What fucked up language is that? Yeah, they speak Swedish so you don't understand shit. But I figure it can be quite entertaining either way. If you're into that stuff, like yours truly.

Damn you, Roy Orbison

Yesterday was a long day.
I spent all afternoon rigging up video cameras and adjusting the settings on said camcorders. I was officially filming a performance by a Roy Orbison-impersonator, with secret guest: "Johnny Cash" - a guy who used to star as "Olyckan" ("the Accident" or "Bad luck" in Swedish) in a children's show back in the seventies, at the concert hall. Today I am. Really. Fucking. Tired.

The whole afternoon came off strange, since the feeling of hanging out with our motion picture teacher crashed upon us. Not the female who now have a crush on the lovely louse (you know who you are) after seeing him pantless, but our other motion picture teacher.
Let me tell you a little about said teacher. He looks like a bulldog with Pamela Anderson's hair. No joke.

Anywhore, the evening resulted in about 10 mini-DV tapes and a lot of "I can't walk anymore my back is killing me"-issues. I'm a sissy, I know.

Like a complete unknown

How does it feel? Like a rolling stone.

I'm having problems again - not relationship problems, not physical problems, or even mental problems (which would have been the most probable outcome) - but the worst kind of problems: technology problems.

This worked the last time I did it, so I'm just gonna go ahead and ask the air and hope for someone with knowledge to answer: Does anyone know an uploading site that will take large files? I have files desperately waiting to be outed, but since they're about 600-700 MB I simply can't find anywhere to display them. I would easily convert them into smaller format, but then the quality will suffer. And that would suck.

Come on now. I've been too neglected for my own good lately. I'm a confirmation-whore, I admit that. It's common knowledge. I'm already worried that certain people have died, don't make me worry about you too.

It's me you're waiting for

Watched the street lamps slowly one by one come to life. I have never done that before, and I have lived here forever.

One year ago I had nothing. Sure, I had had the pleasure of having done an ass-kicking radio interview, but that was it. I didn't have a future within that.

The last months have been exciting ones, to say the least. Maybe I'm fucked up and abnormal just because I find what I'm going through "exciting", while others my age would most likely think it's hell and be depressed of the not-knowingness. But I can't help it, I think it's damn exciting. It's my life. Damn right it's exciting.

Now I feel like I have a future. And it's the kind of future that I want, that I know I must have.

It's amazing how you can literally feel your life coming together - the puzzle is slowly taking the form of an abstract image. Your life.