Nerd dream.

I had this super weird/nerdy dream last night. I dreamt that I was Hagrid (Harry Potter) and that I was looking after Katniss and Prim (Hunger Games) because their mum had been kidnapped by the Capitol (Hunger Games). Hagrid lived just above them and went down to visit. Katniss asked if he wanted some food and disappeared into the kitchen. When I (Hagrid) looked into the kitchen, Prim and Katniss had both been kidnapped. I (me) ran outside just to find Hagrid lying on the ground. Dead. I panicked and began to look for other people. On the street there were all this weird animals and kids everywhere. I asked one kid if she had seen Katniss. The kid replied “They went to the bookshop”. I started running, past my neighbour’s house, and then all of sudden Talisa Maegyr (Game of Thrones) shouted that she would run to the bookstore as well to find them. She was so much faster than me and reached the bookshop 27 seconds before me. When I finally got to the bookshop (that’s actually a hairdresser in real life), Talisa too was kidnapped. That’s when I shouting “Doctor! DOCTOOOR!” (Doctor Who) and woke up with a sore throat.

Ball.

Let me play you the song of my people!

ESC?

Eurovision Song Contest? No, how about some Iron Man 1 and 2? Yes, that sounds better. Much better in fact.

Song identity crisis.

I got an idea for a song so I sat down with my guitar and started writing. Then I began to doubt myself, the lyrics where quite silly, as were the melody. But then I started thinking of Map of Tasmania by Amanda Palmer. That song is silly, but I don’t want my sings to be silly. I want to be taken seriously. Then I realised that I’m not at all serious, wouldn’t writing a serious song make me a hypocrite?

I could write lyrics that are both silly and serious, like Vegemite by Amanda Palmer. It’s just; I’m not very good at that. What if people laugh at me? I wouldn’t like that. But you’re supposed to laugh at Vegemite and now I don’t know what to do.

Help?

Stop it.

What I want in life is to be able to be me. Meaning a sarcastic bitch who appears to hate everything. That might sound sad or stupid but that is me. It truly is. Obviously I fangirl A LOT (can you use fangirl as a verb?). That’s like the only thing that I doesn’t pretend to hate. But I get annoyed at people. Mostly all people. Because of any reason and mainly because I can.

Why should I try to be nice when I’m really not? I’m not nice, I can be nice, really. But when I am, I feel like I’m not being honest. Even if you wear nice shoes, and I want to tell you that you wear nice shoes it just feel unnatural coming from my mouth. What I want to say is “Why the hell did you even buy those?” with a grin, but I guess I can only do that around people that knows me, and knows that I don’t mean it. But I have no such people in my life and that sucks.

Oh, I was scrolling around on Tumblr and found this;

Freakiest thing ever you guys. Watch episode 3 in the third series of Doctor Who. Don’t blink. Whatever you do, don’t blink.

I saw The Hunger Games by the way and I think I’m in love whit Jennifer Lawrence. She was brilliant! The perfect Katniss, just as I imagined her. Josh Hutcherson though, he looked wrong. Absolutely not the Peeta I had in my head. His acting was great, he really did become Peeta from the book, but there was just something wrong with the way he looked (this is not me calling him ugly, he just didn’t look like Peeta okay?!).

The movie was great, they didn’t change the story a tiny bit, but that always happens right?  There was just one thing that just made me really upset. The uprising in District 11. IT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN THE HUNGER GAMES!!! It’s in the next book. If the try to do Catching Fire then what will they do then!? It’s all ruined! That is a very important part of Catching Fire. I don’t like this at all.

I really liked the “behind the scenes” scenes. Since the book is in a first person narrative, we have no idea what happened and what the gamemakers where doing. Or what the people actually saw on the TV.

I do recommend reading the book before watching the film. As always, there’s a lot of explanations in the book that can’t be described due to the fact that in the book your IN Katniss’ head.

Best scene of them all. When Katsniss and Peeta is on fire. It was AMAZING. It looked better than I expected and it was just perfect.

I feel like this is all really badly written. Sorry. My excuse; I’m exhausted.

PANIC!!!!

I’ve had a really, really crappy day. I mean REALLY crappy. So I’m walking around in my home feeling like shit, looking like I’ve been hit by a truck. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on the door and in stomps my brother, his girlfriend AND HER MOTHER! And no one told me anything about this! My dad was in my room 30 minutes earlier. He could have just mentioned it.

They are supposed to eat dinner here, so it wasn’t just them dropping by. It. Was. Planned. I think they actually forgot about me. Like that time they forgot that I was home, made dinner and ate it all. Leaving NOTHING for me. How could the forget that?! I’m always home. I don’t do anything else but staying home.

Though, I’m used to being forgotten. When I turned 20 no one remembered my birthday. Not a single one. Not my friends. Not my family. Not even my grandfather that calls me every year. It’s like, that year, I was dead.

My family must love me so much. I bet when I move, they’ll forget all about my entire existence. They’ll be sitting at home, around the kitchen table, wondering where the hell the dog went.

The Hunger Games…

Oh. My. God.

They said the books were good. Amazing even. I thought it was some kind of “Twilight-thing”. You know, just people loving it because everybody else loves it. But no. The Hunger Games truly are amazing.

I haven’t seen the movie, since I’m broke (I got money, the puppy got a bit ill=no money until next month). But I’ve read the book (or listened, woop audio books!) and wow. If you don’t already know, I’m a person that likes to torture myself, emotionally that is. I.e. watching Doctor Who season 6 over and over. I like it when characters die, I mean I hate it, but I like it. I’m addicted to it. The Hunger Games are perfect torture. People die. People you like die. I love books/movies/series where the authors/makers/whatever aren’t afraid of killing off the characters just because they can. The Hunger Games are so cruel and everything is just so horrible. You just want everything to be fine but nothing is fine. And everything sucks and it’s so well written and detailed and the characters are just perfect in every way even though some of them are horrible.

If you haven’t  already I think you should all read it. Read all of the books. I’m in the middle of Catching Fire and it’s scary and it’s great and I love it.

On another note, anybody watching Lip Service? It’s this half crappy/good/wannabe L-Word series from Glasgow. I can’t decide if it’s good or bad, but I can’t stop watching. There are just a few things I need to say about it. WHY IS LEXY RUNNING AFTER SAM WHEN LEXY AND TESS IS SO PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER!? STOP IT LEXY! STOP. IT.

This blog is slowly dying.

And so am I. No, I’m not. But I’m tired. Sick. I’ve got a massive headache that explodes every time I move. I want to go to bed, but the bed is so far away. For some reason my head doesn’t hurt here, by the computer. Sound though, is killing me. I can’t watch movies or listen to music. I can just sit here. I want to go and play with the puppy, but like I wrote, I can’t move.

If I haven’t said this before, I’ve got a job now. It’s not a “real” job, I don’t get paid. It’s at a dog daycare centre. I like it there, the dogs like me, the humans like me, I don’t think I’ve been liked by so many people in my entire life. It’s every Wednesday 9 – 12. It’s difficult with all the people, but I’ll manage. I have to do stuff, like cleaning, in front of other people. I hate doing things in front of people. I guess I’m scared to make a mess of things and someone will tell me off. But people were nice, and people actually wanted to help. Even though the cleaning was MY responsibility and everyone else had their stuff to do, they helped me. I’m not used to getting help. I’m not used asking for help either. It felt nice though. I like having people liking me and I think I like the others too. THAT is a weir feeling since I basically hate everyone (I don’t hate everyone, just dislike people in general).

River Song.

I love the fact that Tumblr/Twitter exploded because of this announcement from The Moff.

Though Captain Jack known for being omnisexual. According to himself he’d shag anyone (meaning humans AND aliens alike) if their beautiful enough.