Back.

Back from my walk and blogging again?

Well, in my defence, we're going down to the beach in about 30 minutes, so I don't really want to start doing anything more time-consuming that I'm going to have to stop in the middle of.

It's a bit windy out, but still beautiful.


I'm eating chips. So much for now carbs.

Here's to adherence.

My Host Mother.

My Host Mother went out this morning, and came back with a ring for me.


You can't really see it but let me just tell you it is very very weird. She thought it was funny, and bought it as a sort of joke, but I love it.

I have made a start on this story of mine, but it's very average, I think. I'm not sure about the format I've written it in. I think it might be too complicated.

IDK.

I'm going for a walk now. Bornholm is beautiful in the summer time.

NO.

No carbohydrates for the next two weeks at least.

Detox detox detox - I feel like death.

My body hates me, seriously.

P.S. Why doesn't my digital camera have a self-timer function? It's really giving me the shits.

I'm trying.

I'm trying to write but it's proving difficult. I have this great idea that's just festering away inside my brain.

I have something else on my mind so I can't really focus on what it is that I'm typing.

I feel strange and I'm sorry, but I still want to go home.

I WRITE.

I WRITE TRANSGRESSIVE FICTION.

Mystery solved - end of chapter.

I feel liberated.

I bought.

I bought a harmonica on ebay.

Yeah, ebay. Austen was impressed. He was all, "You hear people saying 'I bought it on ebay' in movies and stuff, but you actually have in real life!"

I started playing today and I can semi play Hallelujah. I'm proud :)


Ooo look at me, I'm playing harmonica! Special.

I love.

I love my horse.

I love to ride it.

I love to make love to it too.

So feed the horse!

Good song, good song. Well, not really, but it brings back some rad Euro Tour '09 memories.

Saw Kaiser Chiefs last night. It went aaaaawfff like milk in the sun (except better).

Went to dinner at a friend of my host families tonight. It was surprisingly fun. Her daughter is cool and we hit it off so we'll probs chill soon.

In the mean time, everybody just feed the horse (yum yum).

This morning.

This morning I was in the bath tub. The water felt tepid.

I placed my hand under the tap and found that the running water was steaming.

Lying back down I touched my sides with my fingers and was shocked.

It was I who was cooling the water; it was I who was cold.

Crisis.

Crisis averted. I need to stop jumping to conclusion and just caaalllm down. Logic is the key.

Frank and I were just talking on msn and we both realized we share a rather interesting prejudice.We've named it 'anti-idiotism'.

I have a really big intolerance for stupid people. I'm not talking about people who do crap in school and blah blah blah; I'm talking about people who seem to have no concept of the aforementioned logic.

Granted, I had a lapse yesterday, but it only took me an hour or so to re-gather the tendrils of my thoughts (and, by the way, it was also largely lack-of-sleep-induced).

So I'm sure I had a point or something but I have forgotten it. Fantastic.

Something.

Something horrible has happened.

Is it too much?

Is it too much to post three blog entries in one day? Probably, but I just had to share this.

Yesterday, I was on imdb.com (internet movie database) looking at Flight of the Pheonix cause it was on TV. I was looking at the message board and I found this:

warning: do not show this movie to children!
i rented this movie for my children believing it to be the harry potter movie called 'order of the phoenix.' i left the room and now the children are having horrific nightmares. DO NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE I DID. wal mart refuses to accept the return of this horrific movie since i broke the seal. warning to all and to all a good night.

I laughed my head off. What a complete and utter moron. Some people just shouldn't be allowed to pro-create. Oh, and in case you were wondering, this is what the cover to Flight of the Pheonix looks like:



I understand the confusion, cause there is that one book where Draco puts a spell on Harry that makes him look 25 years older but inexplicably improves his eye site, then he has to fly a plane through the desert to get to Hogwarts. What - you guys don't remember that one?

There were plenty of nasty messages in reply and among them was this:

I suppose u have a rule for not shooting up skag in front of the kids then.

The original idiot replied:

no in mah family we dont do nuthin like that. i had too many cousins fall to meth n marijuana that i wont let my kids even no what it is.

I love it. I want to meet this person. And of course, I couldn't help adding my two-cents to the discussion.

HAHAHAHAHA this is awesome.
The fact that anyone could make this mistake just blows my mind.
Not to worry everyone, there is still hope for the human race.

And by the way, I agree, you write like you're pre-pubescent.

End of hilarity.

Ok ok ok.

Ok ok ok, I'm occupying myself with youtube... Today I subscribed to this boy:



He has a nice accent with the added bonus of being verra verra cute.

Of course, he's also a gay vegetarian. I like that :)

I went over the stitching on my bag. I don't think it'll break now - I'm more worried about the button coming off... But anywhosel, this is what it looks like:


I look like a freak. The bag, on the other hand, looks fabulous, darling.

Had a big cry today but I feel a little bit better now. Don't feel as if I've got any further decision-wise though. As The Clash so aptly put it, "Should I stay or should I go?".

There's no easy answer, but there never is anymore, is there? Welcome to the world of adults, Elisa.

:( Growing up is no fun.

If I started.

If I started running now - just picked a direction and set off - I wonder where I would end up?

And if I continued along my way for hours - ignored the pain and the fatigue - I wonder what would happen?

If I just took no notice of the warning signs my body was providing - kept on and on for miles - would I just run forever?

Or would I - as I strongly suspect I would - simply drop dead?

There is something wrong with this picture. I no longer feel like the Elisa I know so well.

My heart hurts.

Well, it's.

Well it's time for bed I think.

Once again I find myself staying up later than is practical and dreaming of my home.

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. Everyday seems to be a struggle. Tiny, niggly, things keep getting on my nerves and pushing me to breaking point.

My brain hurts from the effort. I'm always tired, always feeling ill.

I don't sleep during the night, because the night is the only time I have to myself at the moment, when I can deliberate without interruptions.

I don't eat much, partly because I often sleep through breakfast and lunch, and partly because I haven't the stomach for it anymore.

I think I looked pretty today. I blow-dried my hair but didn't straighten it so it sort of floated around my head in loose waves. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "I should go out".

But what's the point, really, when my boyfriend is thousands of kilometers away? Who have I got to look pretty for?

So I stayed inside all day, watching tv and checking my facebook and myspace and deviantart every fifteen minutes to find no new alerts.

Is this really all my life has turned into?

I cut

I cut my hair a couple of nights ago.


There it is, in all its slanted glory.

Sometimes I stay up too late and when I reach that point beyond tired I feel like nothing's real and I do silly things. This was rather silly, but the nice kind of silly that I don't regret.

I'm almost at that point right now... Almost, but I'll be going to bed soon so it shouldn't get that far.

I also made a bag yesterday. It's rather simple but I like it a lot and I just realized it's the perfect size for my laptop, which is quite lovely. Though I might have to go over some of the stitching to make it stronger if I'm carrying something that heavy (not that my laptop is heavy - just heavier than a wallet and a phone, I mean).

I don't know why I'm writing in this when I know that people don't read it.

I had a nice talk to Austen today. It was fab, but it always is.

I want to go home so much. This is shit.

This is me.

This is me today. Yuck yuck but meeeh.

Turns our I don't feel like going out today. Watching Outtback Jack cause they're in Perth.

Boring Perth. Lovely Perth. I'd like to go home very much. My dad's not happy but maybe I can change that. Would like to see Austen.

I think I could probably last the next 6 months if he could come visit or something. I dont't think he has the money and even if he did, it would probably be smarter for him to save it.

Doing the smart thing is never as fun though.

I would pay for the ticket if I had the money. Money money money. I hate money.

Going now, being boring. I shall make something.

I thought.

I thought that I was done with writing for tonight but it turns out I'm not cause ooh looky here at my fingers tap-tapping.

I'm watching Little Britain but it's not very funny after the first season is it?

Perhaps you would like to see some photographs? I wonder how you put photographs on here. I'll figure it out in a momento. Ah there's a clicky thing - a button.

Wonder what piccies I have on my computer. Oh, I found some celery. Good hustle team.

I'm not sure why I have that. Maybe because I sometimes eat celery. But I also sometimes eat cabbage, and sushi, and chicken, but I don't have photo's of them.

I wonder if I have anything more interesting... Oh yay!

That is my boyfriend. His name is Austen. He is not naked, I promise. He doesn't know I took that photo. Huzzah!

Dee dee dee I'm going to go and learn a magic trick.

So here I am.

So here I am starting a blog like I have something interesting to say.

Megan has a blog, Emily has a blog, people have blogs, now I have a blog. I just copy others because I don't have original ideas anymore. I think I saw the last of them slip over the fence last night as I was getting a glass of water.

Today I returned from France. I'm tired. I had coffee and cake. I bought a funny t-shirt online.

Tomorrow I will go to Copenhagen to meet Kate and so some shopping. I will buy some material to sew a bag, and a harmonica (if I can find one) because I want one.

It's too late for this.

It's 10:45.

What a party animal.