On this Everybody Draw Mohammed Day, I think I would like to talk about religion. Not so much because of Everybody Draw Mohammed Day, though, but because quite recently, I read something that made my eye twitch uncontrollably, and it has to do with Christianity rather than Islam. A recent addition to my flist (let's call her C) on Facebook wrote ( Read more... )

So we did not see Grease, which is completely fine with me. Apparently the tickets were still a little too pricey for a show that no one was that excited about seeing, so instead we went to a market. It was very small and it was re-heally windy out, so we didn't stay long. Instead Gecka went around with a friend, and me, mum and dad went to find a ( Read more... )

So tomorrow afternoon I'm going to see Grease.

It's a Swedish production that Dad could get tickets to quite easily and cheaply, and the whole family is going. So that's nice.

I am not looking forward to it that much though, because I don't really like Grease. ( Here is why. (Cut for length and spoilers, even though the movie's been out for over 30 years.) )

I don't much care for streets. Or street names. And I have a very bad memory when it comes to re-finding places I rarely visit, which is probably an Asperger thing. So I usually prefer to look things up online so I know where to go, or I depend on other people to find places for me. That is after all what online maps are there for, to help me find ( Read more... )

Public Service Announcement ( Read more... )

It's 09-09-09 today! The nines! They're attacking! =D ( Read more... )

So tomorrow I'm going to register on a course that I'm really not sure about at all. Aesthetics. I got into it because my guidance councilor said that it would probably suit me really well, and I read the description of it on the school's website and got very thrilled about it. That was about two and a half months ago. Now I'm just staring at the ( Read more... )

Alright, here we have some writing. It's freshly translated for you, and was originally part of an assignment at my Creative Writings class. The first part was to write a childhood memory, which was duly handed in, and then we got the task of rewriting the memory in a completely new style. I wrote about the time when I lost my favourite doll Lisa ( Read more... )

*looks one way ( Read more... )

It's 08-08-08 today! The eights! They're attacking! =D ( Read more... )